#listen I'm in a mood about this right now

[lostmyself-whenilostyou]

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐆𝐨 𝐩𝐭 𝟐

"𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇, "𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜, 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒?

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒? 𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒?" "

Pairing: Kang Dae Ho/388 x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, blood, death

Word count:1,100

You sat in your bed still, fidgeting with your hands as you heard some people talk a couple of beds away from you, discussing  what the next game could be with the man that apparently was a previous winner of this game. You looked over to their side as soon as you heard a familiar voice. As you turned to see you saw Dae Ho standing there with the small crowd of people, asking what the next game would be. From what you could overhear they said to pick the triangle shape, you didn't know what for but you'd be sure to keep that in mind just in case. You were snapped out of your thoughts as you saw Dae Ho looking back at you, you didn't even realize you were staring at him, too caught up in your thoughts to notice until you felt his gaze on you. You looked away as quickly as you could while blushing. You stayed with your head down, playing with your own hands nervously as you heard a voice beside you. You looked up, slowly opening your eyes hoping it wouldn't be Dae ho. You let out a defeated and annoyed sigh as you saw it was him, his nervous smile quickly dropping as he saw your annoyed expression. “Listen, I'm sorry. I-... The money wasn't enough for me yet…” He explained as he looked down, unable to look at you for some reason. You sighed again. “It's fine, we just met so there’s no reason why I should have trusted you anyway.” You said while looking down at your hands. “You can trust me.” He said sheepishly and you looked up at him from where you sat. “And how am I supposed to know if you’re telling the truth?” You asked with interrogation in your tone. “Well I did save your life…” He said with a slight smile. That was true. He had saved your life, but he risked it now by voting to play one more game. “Look, just stick with me? We can protect each other for one more game and then leave. Besides, I've already made friends with the previous winner, so I'm quite the catch huh?” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. You rolled your eyes but inside you knew he was right, you still didn't trust him but it would benefit you to stick with him, and even if your mind was telling you not to trust him, you couldn't shake off that the way he chuckled, the way he looked at you, and the way he smiled slightly gave you a unknown  warm feeling that scared you slightly. But you pushed that away for now as you nodded, knowing it would benefit you to stick with him and the apparent team he made. “Fine. I’ll trust you for now.” You said hesitantly, your voice almost a whisper. “Great. Come on, I’ll introduce you to Mr.456.” He stuck out his hand for you to take. You stood up off your bed and walked past him, ignoring how the small gesture made your heart flutter. He sighed and put his hand back at his side as he walked with you, stopping in front of his now ´team´.  You looked at them nervously and smiled as Dae Ho spoke up. “This is…” He trailed off as he turned to look at you. “Sorry, earlier you never got to give me your name.” He smiled at you. You looked back at him with a neutral expression, still skeptical about him. “It's y/n.” You told him. “Ah.” He looked back at 456 and the other two men, 001 and 390. “This is miss y/n.” He told them with a smile as he placed a hand on your shoulder. You tensed slightly, but your heart skipped a beat at the small touch. 

As you now had a little group of five, the man who you later learned was named Gi-hun told the group you should take turns to sleep and keep watch in case something goes wrong in the night. Now it was your turn to watch while the others slept. You were nodding off as you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. You flinched, startled as you turned around and calmed down once you saw it was Dae Ho. “Shit, you scared me.” You sighed out in relief with a hand on your chest. “Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly at you as he sat down next to you. “Cant sleep?” You asked. “Nope, can't keep my eyes shut.” He sighed. “Well then.” You cleared your throat. “Your turn to watch.” You said as you stood up, but you felt his hand grab yours. Your breath hitched in your throat. “Stay? I don't like to be alone.” He mumbled out the last part as you saw a flick of vulnerability on his face, even in the dark room. You rolled your eyes slightly, not liking how his hand on yours made you feel, but sat back down next to him without saying a word. “So, Y/N, how did you end up here?”  He asked silently. “Uh, well… Same reason as everyone I guess, I’ve got debts to pay.” You shrugged. “Yeah, but there's gotta be more to you than just that.” He chuckled, “I don't really think there is.” You scoffed lightly.  “Bummer… The pretty ones are always boring..” You scoffed, “I am not boring.” You looked at him “Well then prove it.” His face moved closer to yours. “Uhh… How exactly?” You stuttered. “Well… Boring girls don’t kiss guys so maybe…” He trailed off as he leaned his face closer to yours. Your heart sped up at the closeness and you found yourself blushing and subconsciously leaning in until your lips touched his and everything else around you disappeared. The kiss was slow and passionate as one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, you let out a noise of surprise and he chuckled against your lips. You suddenly heard someone clear their throat behind you both. You gasped and instantly pulled away from Dae Ho’s lips, blushing furiously as you saw Gi Hun standing there, looking rather amused. “Just thought I’d come see if you guys were tired.” He smirked lightly “ Uh.. Well yeah I think I'm gonna go to sleep.. Uh yeah…” You stuttered over your words as you couldn't even look at either of them in the eyes. Even though you felt Dae Ho staring at you as you left  to go to bed, you did not look back, too embarrassed.

Hey guys so I got logged out but I had this already written sorry it took me so fucking long but I could not remember the password to this acc for the life of me anyway here u go another shitty Dae Ho fic🤍

Tag list: @kawakiseyes

[bluepandastarfish]

We Love You.

elriel x fem! vampire! reader

Warnings: vampire (every warning that comes with vampires), vampire not eating properly, Elain cries, illusions to punishment by Azriel (scary), suggestive hints ig

let me know if there's anymore! :D

“You've been starving yourself again.” Elain asked, no not asked, more like started from the doorway. You sat up in bed, leaning your back against the headboard as if to pretend you’d ever intended to get up at all. Seeing that frown on her face, the was Azriel’s shadows curled around her like they were watching the interacting suspensefully, it made you nervous. You were never happy when she was unhappy and knowing that today you were the one to cause such unhappiness only made your mood worse. 

You narrowed your eyes a bit, trying to act playfully confused at her accusation. “I’ve no idea what you're talking about, gorgeous. Was the garden nice?” 

It didn't sway her expression. “Yes it was, what's not nice is my mate lying to me.” Normally when someone asked about her garden, Elain would lose her seriousness, a smile would crawl its way onto her face and she’d start talking about her beloved plants. But for some reason she seemed firm in her earlier assessment. 

“lying ?” you hummed, a grin settling itself onto your face as you tilted your head. 

You noticed though, that even her being this close to you made it tempting. The way her neck was so visible with the dress she’d worn today, her wrists so annoyingly hidden from view with the way she’d crossed her arms across her chest. You wanted to pounce, keep her under you on the bed and state your hunger. Instead you pretended not to know what she was talking about. “Lying is not in my nature, ‘lainey”  

She narrowed her eyes now, moving quickly to stand at the side of the bed and glare down at you. It made you want to sit back from her, not only was she mildly frightening like this but now that she was closer you could hear the heartbeat in her neck tempting you to latch on. 

“If I weren't sure it would worsen your condition I'd have Azriel come in here and punish you right now.” 

That made you look away, avoiding eye contact as you mulled over your options. “Worsen my condition?” you muttered in question, breathing out a near silent sigh. “What condition would that be then?” 

She made an irritated noise that surely would have been a growl if it had come from your other mate. “Stop being so foolish! You have no reason to be acting this way. Me and Azriel are willing for you anytime you need, my love” her voice cracked a bit at the end, making your gaze snap back to hers as you feared she would start crying. 

“I-” 

You were cut off by the shadows that had lingered in the doorway rushing to the both of you, crowding around you and slithering their way up the sides of your body, causing a shiver to rack your frame. Azriel was home. 

You muttered a curse under your breath, if only Elain hadn't brought it up, you might’ve had more of a chance of his shadows not reporting back. He stepped into the room with a deep frown, not at all making you feel any better about the situation. 

“Elain?” he called softly, tilting his head like a cat when she huffed exasperatedly. 

“She won't listen to me, Azriel! She's starving herself for no good reason and-” 

She cut herself off with a squeak when Azriel’s eyes snapped to yours, glaring and piercing. He looked as if he could see right through you. 

“Is that true?” 

He knew it was, the bastard, but he wanted your confirmation for some reason, probably a way to torture you before an inevitable lecture. You rolled your eyes and slouched back with a groan. 

“No, I'm not sure what's gotten into you, Elain. but i'm completely-” 

You were cut off again by a gut wrenching noise. 

Elain sobbed and sniffled into her hand, trying to stop the noises involuntarily coming from her as she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed. You froze, feeling her sadness, her fear through the bond. Azriel did not rush to her and you found yourself thanking him as you gently called her name. 

“E-Elain?” your voice trembled slightly, feeling like you would start crying but unsure if that was because you could feel her emotions somewhat through the bond or if seeing her so sad simply had that effect on you. 

“‘Lain, I'm sorry” you whispered as you hesitantly brought yourself to hug her side, your legs tucked under you. You felt like an idiot, you felt like you deserved to starve for longer for making her so upset. Your reasoning in your mind is perfectly logical, feeding off them hurt them no matter how much they refused to admit it and causing your mates pain was the last thing you wanted to do. 

But now, realising how much pain you were causing by not feeding made it all seem worthless. 

“I just don't understand,” she cried, holding one of your hands in her lap as the other cradled her forehead. “Why do you disregard yourself like this? You need to eat to survive, my love” 

Azriel came to you both now, crouching on the floor in front of Elains legs and holding the hand that had been at her forehead. 

“Our mate thinks she's being selfless.” He took our hand in his other hand, bringing it to his mouth to plant a soft kiss there when he noticed how guilty you looked. “Telling yourself you hurt us, such silly thoughts plague you don't they?” 

You buried your face into Elain's shoulder to avoid his gaze and to hide the tears rolling down your face. Not only were you feeling terrible for the distress you'd caused, but your stomach was aching like acid was eating it from the inside and the way your gums throbbed when your gaze honed in on Elain's throat made it hurt even more. 

She pulled herself together, taking her hand out of yours to stroke your hair out of your face as she lifted your head from her shoulder. “Is it true?” when you didn't respond she looked devastated. “You don't hurt us- how could you, darling?”

“How could you indeed?” He muttered darkly, bringing his hand up to cradle your cheek and wipe your tears with his thumb. “I'm not sure you could hurt me, I've handled far worse than your love bites.” he smiled up at you. 

“It’s hardly love biting, Azriel.” you sneered, not removing yourself from either of their touches. “I sink my fangs into you and draw blood… its violent, painful” 

Elain tiled your head in her hand, Azriels falling to grip your knee comfortingly. “We've told you thousands of times, why can you not believe us?” 

“How can you still want me to do this to you both?” you retorted, clenching your jaw to stop both your fangs extending and a sob to break free. “I can't understand- why do you want me to hurt you?” 

They both tightened their grips on you then, looking equally confused and upset. Your guilt was waning, making way for a confused angry toward the situation. If you were a different creature, a normal fae who wasn't cursed to hurt people. Maybe they wouldn't be forced to put up with your needs. 

“We love you” Azriel whispered. 

“When you love someone- sacrifices are made for them” Elain continued. 

The both of them were staring at you, unblinking. Waiting to see your reaction, what more you needed from them to reassure you. 

You glared at the floor by Azriel’s knees, a noise like a growl leaving your throat. “You shouldn't have to- it's not fair to you both.” 

Azriel took a breath, his shadows weaving through your hair and up the back of your neck as if they were trying to comfort you as well. “Do you remember, a few months ago, when you switched perfumes because I mentioned a different one that I thought would be lovely on you?” you nodded slightly, not quite understanding where this story was leading. “I didn't ask you to, if i had brought you the other one you could have saved it for special occasions or simply told me you preferred your original one. Instead you made the sacrifice to switch for my benefit” 

You understood now, he was trying to make a point. But that hasn't been a sacrifice, sure you'd been using that perfume for years but the change wasn't disturbing or altering to your life massively so it shouldn't count. Just as you opened your mouth to object, Elain began. 

“And, when we first started seeing each other before the bond snapped and I asked to use some space in your house for plants because I was running out of room? Do you remember that? Even when you seemed to be weaving around flowers you didn't complain.”

She wasn't wrong, you supposed, but your old apartment in Velaris was small so the ‘weaving around plants’ wasn't really that surprising. Until you three had moved in together into a bigger house you wanted something with you that reminded you of her, the plants sufficed. It wasn't a sacrifice more than a selfish desire for her to be there in some way. 

“But-” 

“No” the both said, almost in sync which seemed to surprise them as well because they both looked at each other for a moment before returning their eyes to you. 

“It’s not fair to you. If we ignored your wellbeing we would be horrid mates.” Elain urged, her smile soft and reassuring. 

Azriel saw that her words did nothing to change your expression, so he tried himself. “If one of us were in your position, forced to drink blood to survive, you’d offer yourself wouldn't you?” 

That did make you think, really think for just a moment. It was hard to argue with them sometimes, especially Azriel. He defended his point so well to the degree that even if he was wrong just the way he talks would make you question yourself. And Elain… Elain with her silent glaring that made you surrender no matter how adamant you were in your stance against her. It was nearly too much. A stuttered response left you as you tried desperately to formulate an argument they would agree with. 

“I- that's not the same- you-” 

Azriel sighed deeply and Elain wrinkled her nose in a sort of glare. 

“No. You stop that right now! If you don't trust us then how can this relationship continue to work?” she demanded with narrowed eyes, leaning in close to you to get her point across. 

“Now,” she tilted her head far to the side, sweeping her hair out of the way gently.. Azriel sat behind you then, gently pulling your hair out of the way of your face when he noticed your eyes turn glassy and your breathing halted. He knew you weren't completely in control of yourself right now, which was probably what made you give up on your argument, and he didn't want you to struggle with dried blood in your hair later. Elain smiled at him from over your head, her eyes widening slightly when you lunged and gripped her shoulders. 

You hissed in your throat, fangs extending completely as you grazed them across her neck to feel her veins throbbing there. It was seductive, the way she was so willing for you despite the obvious pain it must cause her. 

And you found that as you sunk your fangs in and heard a pretty gasp leave her mouth, you thought nothing of how selfish you were for drinking from her. You could only think about how close you were in that moment, with Azriel holding your hair and stroking your back and Elain dripping into your mouth. 

They had won the argument and you couldn't bring yourself to be upset about it when you fell back into Azriel with satisfied panting and a satisfied grin on your face.

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thanks for reading!! :))))))) sorry for any miss-characterisation

[lola-theshowgrl]

"Star-Crossed Blades" - Writing Update #2

Month: January Stage: First draft Word Count: 7785 Currently Listening To: Ep 3 of "Monty Don's British Gardens" Beverage: Chai latte Mood: Anxious

It's going well! In the past week I've written the prologue, chapter one, and about half of chapter two. I've got almost the whole novel plotted out, which is very strange for me (I'm usually much more of a "pantser" than this!) and I even have the two main characters' voices very strongly in my mind. I've been bombarding close friends with all my little thoughts and ideas, and, at the risk of sounding immodest, I really think I have something here. I really do.

There are two problems I'm facing right now. The first is that with such a clear story in my head, practically screaming in my ear to get out into the world, I simply can't write quickly enough. I'm not a very fast writer in general, truth be told. I enjoy writing - I'm not one of these people who complains about the act unless I'm burnt out or dealing with an awkward scene. Generally speaking, I love doing this and actually writing is just as much fun as sharing the finished result. Still, I wish I could be quicker this time around, or at least I wish I didn't need a day job so I could spend the bulk of my energy on SCB instead of data entry and wearing a bra.

The second problem I'm dealing with, is that I'm coming fresh from the fandom space. I'm used to posting chapters as I finish them, and having people to talk to about characters and plot developments. That sense of community is very difficult to do without, especially when I'm practically boiling over to talk about what I'm doing.

I'm part of a few servers on Discord, and I'm trying to spread my excitement across them so I'm not being a huge bore by talking constantly about my WIP. It's difficult, though! I'm so torn between wanting to sit on it, to keep it all secret so I can get people's reactions when the whole thing is finished, or to just blurt it all out like a fog horn to anyone who will listen.

I've been going backwards and forwards about finding a platform I can post it chapter by chapter, as I have no plans to traditionally publish or go via KDP, but with the rise of plagiarism and pirating and AI scraping, I just don't think that's the best idea right now. There's Patreon, but I don't know how I feel about that, either.

It's a shame, really. If nothing else, all I ever want for my writing is for it to be read. At the moment I have a lovely, small but dedicated little group of people who are interested in my scribbles, and I worry that they'll have lost interest before I'm ready to share the whole, finished thing.

I'm in the unusual position of having a good idea how long this story will be, and it's going to take me a while to finish, I imagine. I can't see it'll be ready this year, and right now I'm aiming for September 2026 - that's a very long way off!

For now, I suppose I can only keep chugging along, and reminding myself how much I love this part of the journey. The rest I'll figure out as it comes!

[aisockgaymenlover]

Terry was on his way to his professional meeting, the weather was nice, he was in a good mood and when he saw this hitchhiker he decided to take him with him. The guy didn't seem strange to him but when he was about to cross the woods, everything went wrong. "Turn right" "What" "Turn I tell you" Terry felt something touch his shoulder, glancing he saw that it was threatening him with a gun. "Ok I'm turning" Terry tried to keep calm, if he cooperated the guy would surely take his wallet and at worst the vehicle and that would be the end of it. The path ended in a dead end deep in the woods. "Get down" "Ok…Ok.." They got out of the vehicle, Terry wanted to end it. "Listen I don't want any trouble, my wallet is in my bag in the back…" "Shut up, I don't want your money" "Okay then take the car…" "Give me your pants" "What!" He pulled in the air, Terry panicked "Take off… your… fucking… pants" Terry complied, he unbuttoned his pants, then wanted to take them off. "Take off your shoes too" Terry complied, if he does what he says it'll be fine. "Now throw it to the side" "Wha.. Ok…" Then the guy pushes Terry who collapses to the ground, The guy looks for something in his bag, Terry sees his phone next to it and grabs it but no signal. "Drop it right now" Terry sees that he has taken out two pairs of handcuffs. "You're going to be obedient and put this on your ankles and wrists, then we're going to have some fun" Terry knew that if he coped it would end quickly… or not…

[melyzard]

Okay, look, they talk to a Google rep in some of the video clips, but I give it a pass because this FREE course is a good baseline for personal internet safety that so many people just do not seem to have anymore. It's done in short video clip and article format (the videos average about a minute and a half). This is some super basic stuff like "What is PII and why you shouldn't put it on your twitter" and "what is a phishing scam?" Or "what is the difference between HTTP and HTTPS and why do you care?"

It's worrying to me how many people I meet or see online who just do not know even these absolute basic things, who are at constant risk of being scammed or hacked and losing everything. People who barely know how to turn their own computers on because corporations have made everything a proprietary app or exclusive hardware option that you must pay constant fees just to use. Especially young, somewhat isolated people who have never known a different world and don't realize they are being conditioned to be metaphorical prey animals in the digital landscape.

Anyway, this isn't the best internet safety course but it's free and easy to access. Gotta start somewhere.

Here's another short, easy, free online course about personal cyber security (GCFGlobal.org Introduction to Internet Safety)

Bonus videos:

(Jul 13, 2023, runtime 15:29)

"He didn't have anything to hide, he didn't do anything wrong, anything illegal, and yet he was still punished."

(Apr 20, 2023; runtime 9:24 minutes)

"At least 60% use their name or date of birth as a password, and that's something you should never do."

(March 4, 2020, runtime 11:18 minutes)

"Crossing the road safely is a basic life skill that every parent teaches their kids. I believe that cyber skills are the 21st century equivalent of road safety in the 20th century."

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

four walls playlist

[a9saga]

tbt - seventeen - clap // I cannot believe this was 7 years ago

[heffrondriving]

soooo. that new big time rush album huh

[mewgatori]

Listening to a recording of a long lecture is spiritually painful to me. Having it as background noise while I draw only makes it slightly more tolerable

[britneyshakespeare]

here are my thoughts on the new exo music video for ‘let me in’ (2023)

i liked the part where jongin hugged the dog

[bonafidehero]

oof, every time I think “I’m okay. I’ve healed. I can talk about it.” in regards to my parents deaths I hear one person talk about the completely traumatic and heartbreaking idea of your whole family dying before you and being left completely alone and I break. 🫠🫠🫠

[forehead451]

stream of consciousness type deal.

[dogclownmuppetthing]

Gonna be honest now that I've started to realize other tumblr users' opinions on music don't really matter if they're going to be dicks about pretty much any popular artist it's been like . Really therapeutic to make playlists . As someone who no matter what knows it just won't have the brain for composition or lyric writing it's nice to know there is a way to engage with music as a medium and use it to create

I think my favorite kind of playlists to make are ones that fit OCs or ones that match a specific scenario or vibe . Unless my brainrot for a character is BAD bad I have a hard time listening to songs and going 'ohh blorbo from my shows'

[deathbxnny]

Maybe a part 2 of the arcane characters saying things they regret, but they're apologizing because I can't live after reading a angst 🫠

Making up with Arcane characters after a bad argument. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

(Previous part)

Fine, fine, here is a happy part two guys. Take it as an apology for the tears and pain I've caused.✨️

Content: Swearing, accusations of cheating, slight angst, making up, fluff, potential spoilers for season 2, established romantic relationships, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

》VI

She knew that she had fucked up. There was no way to deny or refute it either. And your absence was further proof of that.

You were always there for her, even when things got bad and she became even worse. No matter how much she yelled or drank, you were there afterward to nurture her back to health. It was so unfair of her to expect it still, after all she had said to you. She hated herself. She hated how weak and pathetic she had become. How she can't even stand straight anymore from the alcohol and couldn't win a single game since she had lost you.

And instead of Caitlyn haunting her like she used to, it was only you now. But you were crying every time. Asking her why she hated you so much. Why she couldn't care for you the way you cared for her. Why you were always the second choice despite having been there since the start.

Why, why, why.

Gritting her teeth against the headache, she made her way through the dark, familiar lanes to your small home that you once shared together. She had to talk to you. She really, really had to. Even if it's far too late now after a week of silence in-between the two of you. She had taken the time to reflect and think about everything, especially about your relationship. And it made her realise that nothing in this world was losing you too.

Knocking on your door, she nervously waited as she heard your footsteps quickly approaching her from inside. You opened the door carefully, ironically just how she had taught you, before freezing at the sight of her. She gave you a weak smile, attempting to look calm and friendly, but it still scared you off. "Hey cupca-" You tried slamming the door into her face mid greeting, but her foot was faster to jam itself in the way.

"H-Hey! Wait, please hear me out!" "Fuck off, Vi. I'm not in the mood to hear more of your bullshit. Go back to Caitlyn since I know how badly you want that!" You never cursed, and every word you spoke made her flinch. She, for some reason, didn't expect you to be this mad. But it hurt, and she deserved it. Another thing she underestimated was, unfortunately, your strength since you somehow managed to push her away and shut the door again. "Come on! Please! I... I didn't mean what I said. I just... have been losing my shit ever since what happened. The guilt is killing me, and I know it's not an excuse! You're right, I have to stop this shit! You're right, I need to stop treating your love for granted!"

She didn't know if you were even listening to her anymore, but it didn't stop the tears that burned in her eyes. "I don't give a damn about Caitlyn like that! I never did! It always you for me. You... you cared for me when no one else ever wanted to, and I was such an idiot for not appreciating it more." Her hand slammed against the wood in defeat, her head coming to rest against it as her body trembled. She was so scared of losing you. This can't be the end. "Please. Please just give me another chance to prove myself. I know I'm a fuck up but I swear I'll do better now."

Vi nearly fell right through your house entrance when you opened the door wide with a teary huff. "God, you're such an idiot... get in already before the neighbors complain." You didn't let her reply as you simply dragged her inside and locked the door again. The pitfighter watched you do so with a gentle gaze, one that felt so familiar to you. "... Fine, I'll give you another chance... but no drinking or fighting anymore. Please." You whisper to her, and she nods quickly before engulfing you in a warm hug.

She knows that she isn't fully forgiven yet, but she'll do everything in her power to prove herself worthy of your love again.

》CAITLYN

"You're still up." Caitlyn's voice was calm and gentle now, so different from the stern and cold tone it had before. You ignored her, however, knowing better than to fall for this again. She always got like this when she knew she had screwed up and was trying to crawl back into your good graces. But this time around, you didn't allow it that easily. You refused to speak to her if she hadn't come back to apologize. And yet... you couldn't help but allow yourself at least one sharp dig at her. "And you're late to bed once again. But I suppose Officer Nolan's 'report' was just that interesting, no?" You were perhaps the only person in all auf Pultover that could ever accuse her of something so scandalous as adultery and get away with it.

It certainly would have been amusing if Caitlyn didn't feel so sick at the thought of you believing that.

Sighing, she placed her hat onto a clothing hanger, her jacket following suit. You were facing away from her on the bed, trying to read a book and rest, despite the pain in your heart. It was hard being angry at her when you loved her so deeply. But her insults had struck much deeper than that.

The bed dipped behind you, and soon enough, you felt her strong arms surrounding your body and her nose tickling your cheek. "I'm sorry, my love. I really am. I... have lost my cool, and that was wrong of me." You scoffed at her words, finding them too shallow for the pain she had caused earlier. Yet you struggled to get out of her strong grasp on you. It felt desperate. And you hated the warmth and security that it made you feel. "If that is all you have to say, then you can leave." You hissed out weakly but couldn't find any malice in it. Just heartbreak, that solidified in more tears burning in your eyes. "Because how... how could you ever say that I could betray you? Do you know how that makes me feel? Do you care?"

Caitlyn hummed against the nape of your neck soothingly, a way to acknowledge the plight she had caused you without revealing her own tears. The grief had made her into a monster. A monster that hurt its friends, family, and most importantly, you. It was unforgivable, and yet she wanted to prove herself worthy of you anyway. She wanted to show you that she hadn't changed deep down like everyone claimed. She was still yours.

"... I will find a way to end this war and resolve it peacefully as soon as I can. I swear it to you." She began, her voice low and gentle, as she listened to the sound of your hiccups and sniffling. This wasn't what she wanted. "And I apologize, truly, for what I called you... I know that you are loyal and trustworthy. Much more than I ever could be... I'm still your Caitlyn." The last part was whispered quietly, as she tried everyone in her power to not break down in front of you like this.

She hated what she had become deep down. She knew it was wrong and that her mother must've been turning in her grave at the sight of what she had done. But what she couldn't handle at all was you hating and leaving her.

There was a moment of silence before you turned to face her and immideatly hugged her impossibly close as you cried into her arms. She rubbed your back lovingly, understanding that this was your way of accepting her apology. But forgiveness will still be a long journey she was willing to take.

For now, she'd rest in your embrace thankfully.

》JINX

Deep down, you knew that she didn't mean what she said. She never would do anything to hurt you. Silco's death was just killing her more than anyone could have expected, and it was hard for everyone to deal with. But you just couldn't take the pain and hurt she caused you anymore. You've been there since day one. You were always at her side. You always took care of her when no one else wanted to. And you understood her better than she did herself. But it was ultimately just not enough. Or so you thought.

The young girl that was now dragging you through the lanes reminded you of her too. She didn't speak a word to you, and for some reason, you didn't have it in you to protest against her odd actions either. She somehow seemed to recognize you the second you bumped into her. And that was enough for her to take your hand and lead you to a very familiar hideout. Perhaps it was fate that brought you here again when you needed Jinx the most.

"Hey kid, who's our little guest-?" The rest of the young woman's words died on her tongue, and it left you simply staring at each other. There was a familiar haze in her eyes, one that you often saw when the voices were taking over. She once mentioned that you sometimes became a part of her hallucinations during longer absences, and that reminder alone made your heart ache. You shouldn't have run away that day. But what other choice did you have? She didn't trust you anymore. She didn't think you should be together anymore. Why were you even here?

"S-sorry... I'm just going to leave..." You muttered as your ears rung and that familiar burning in your eyes made your sight blurry. You felt suffocated and somehow also angry, wishing she could just see how much you loved and cared for her. But just as you were turning away to run again, her strong hand was quicker and held you back by your arm. "Wait. Let's just... talk, alright? Like we always do?" That was your thing. Whenever things got bad, you'd sit down and talk calmly to her about it. She used to scoff at it every time... yet she was the one who suggested now for once. Something about it shook you so hard that it made the first tears finally spill at the recognition she had given you for all the work you've put into her.

Jinx panicked a little at that, unsure of how to comfort you, yet at Isha's stern frown and cross of her small arms, she just hugged you for the first time in a while. And god, did she miss it.

Perhaps it was good to show the little girl a picture of you after all.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, I swear, sweetie! I... I won't ever say stuff like that again. Just don't leave me. Please don't leave me. I just, I was just-" You hushed her by just hugging her tighter and shaking your head. "It's okay... just hold me for a while. We can talk later... I missed you so much." You whispered, voice breaking into sobs. Jinx hummed weakly and sighed against your hair, the familiar scent making her relax and feel better at last.

Isha grinned to herself behind you before quickly sneaking off to let you talk things out.

》EKKO

To say that the entire firelight hideout was pissed at him would be an understatement. Absolutely everyone disagreed with the way he treated you, and the side eyes he got very much confirmed this. But the worst part of it all was definitely you avoiding him like the plague.

Every time he entered a room, you were the first one to leave in a hurry. Every time he tried speaking to you, you either ignored him or found an excuse to get away. Every time someone even mentioned his name to you, your mood seemed to dampen. And that hurt so much that it killed him. This isn't how he wanted you to feel about him. He was your boyfriend, damnit it. Yet he acknowledged that he was failing at his job way more than he should've allowed himself to. He had to fix this somehow.

Ekko couldn't just lose you over his own foolishness. You were the one person who motivated him to keep going even on his worst days. You were the light he fought for. The person he battled to come home to every day. He couldn't handle your absence any longer, especially at night when he laid wide awake in your empty bed without you.

And so, he finally had enough and cornered you one night up in the tree during a patrol you had together. One, he definitely didn't pull the strings for to happen. And ever the one to abide by his orders despite your current dismay, you were now avoiding his gaze whilst you watched your sleeping home below. It was peaceful and calm, but the pain lingered between you two too much to enjoy the moment. He didn't know how to break the deafening silence, and it made him think of backing out on his initial plan... until you surprised him by speaking up first.

"I'm... sorry for avoiding you. I didn't mean for this to become your last resort. I just... didn't want to be a burden anymore." "Wait, wait, wait... who said that you were a burden, I... I should be the one apologizing right now. Because I was wrong about every fucking thing I said to you." The words spilled out in panic at the mere thought of you blaming yourself. He never wanted you to feel like this. It made him feel even worse about himself. This wasn't right. "You're not useless. You do so much for us, for me, and I take it all for granted like the asshole I am! And I fully acknowledge that now... I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. There is no excuse for it." He shook his head in disappointment at himself, wondering if this was it now. He'd understand if you broke up with him now... but instead, you seemed to be in the mood to surprise him alot today.

"Did you... like the food I made you?" He blinked at your question in confusion, yet answered honestly. "Best thing I had all week." "Then I guess I'll forgive you... just don't do that again." Ekko chuckled weakly at your words, relief filling his senses whilst he pulled you close to press a kiss to your head. "Would never dream of it... wanna ditch patrol and fly around town?" You mirrored his sly smile, glad he had the same thing on his mind as you did. "Sure thing. But let's make it a race."

He let you win.

》SEVIKA

She took some time to cool off after your argument and returned later into the night with a clearer mind. Sevika had actually reflected on what you had said to her, and she knew you were ultimately right. She was extremely overprotective and stubborn, two things that didn't mesh well and often ended in her thinking you couldn't take care of yourself. Even if she knew better than to actually believe that.

You were strong, especially mentally. It's what drew her into you to begin with. But with the fall of Silco and a war being on the verge of breaking out against Piltover, she had no choice but to make sure that you never left her sight. And if you did, then you had to be somewhere she knew was safe and away from all the chaos she dealt with daily. It helped her focus and stay calm to know that you're okay. Yet despite how much she cared, she still fucked it all up for herself again.

And now she had to fix it, something she was never good at.

She felt awfully guilty at the sight of the things you've lovingly prepared for her, now laying forgotten and cold on the kitchen counter. She truly didn't deserve someone as kind as you. And yet she considered herself too selfish to let you go.

Slowly approaching the bedroom door, she paused to hear if you were awake or not. Unfortunately, you were, but she only knew this from the faintest sound of your sniffling and sobbing that drifted through the wooden door. Sighing to herself, she knocked once, deciding to just rake things slow and as calmly as possible. You had sustained an injury after all, and her mind was reeling at the thought of it getting worse without any proper care. "What do you want?!" Your weak voice yelled at her, and it made her frown. Yeah, you were definitely beyond pissed.

"I want to talk." Her gruff voice said, and it may have sounded like a demand if the underlying care and worry didn't overshadow it so clearly. Your silence made her initially think you were ignoring her until the door slowly opened and revealed your disheveled form. "... well, go ahead." You muttered, one hand cradling the side of your hip that was clumsily bandaged up by you. You were never good at stuff like that.

"Let me take care of the wound whilst we're at it. Can't have ya dying on me because of an infection." She sighed out before simply dragging you to your shared bed and pulling out your medkit. You didn't protest or complain and let her do as she pleased, whilst you carefully listened to her speak with an unreadable expression.

"Listen. I... get it. I really do. The way I treat you isn't right, and I know you're grown enough to take care of yourself, but... I can't risk losing you too now. It drives me crazy to think about. Even if that ain't much of an excuse, and I get that too." She was never this honest before. Usually, she simply deflected or blamed someone else. But here she was, for once admitting openly to being the problem. "Just... be more careful out there. That's all I ask of you. I won't comment on it otherwise anymore though, unless you're in serious danger. I promise." Finishing the last of her bandaging, she hummed at it now looking much securer. This way, you are sure to recover much faster.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded your head at her words, deciding to give her another chance to prove herself. You understood where she was coming from after all. "Okay, fine. I'll accept your apology... if you help me cook." She grinned at that slightly with a casual shrug. "Fine by me, if I get a taste of your heavenly cooking, sweetheart."

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