#happy ending

[cinnamon-tortillass]

I get a slow burn but it can’t be slow and lustless!

[h3lloroach]

fanart of the glory so that I can give them all a nice dinner

[luv4heartz]

𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 3

𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 '𝚂𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢' 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢- lesbian story about 2 girls who like the same guy and are made to believe that the guy is dating the other, but he isn't, he is just a toxic narcissist who enjoys seeing them struggle through their emotions. They end up finding out confront him and date each other instead while also starting a band.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜- toxic relationship, one sided love, narcissistic male character, Yuri, lgbtq, angst, fluff, happy ending, self discovery, denial of feelings, inspired by a song

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

I had been hanging out with friends during the party. My phone had been buzzing with texts from Nathan all night.

"Where are you?"

"How long are you staying?

"You didn't tell me you were leaving."

The messages irritated me because they're phrased like concern but feel more like supervision and control.

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When I finally got to the parking lot, Nathan was already waiting for me beside my car.

"Why are you here?"

Nathan shrugs." You weren't answering."

"I was with friends."

"You could've answered one text."

I rolled my eyes and reached into my bag for my keys.

Nothing. I check again. Still Nothing. Nathan casually pulls my keys from his pocket. Shocked and angry, I yelled at him, "What the hell, Nathan?"

"You seemed upset earlier. I didn't want you driving angry."

" So you took my keys?"

His tone stays calm. "It's not a big deal."

That comment only made me angrier. Because he doesn't understand, or pretends not to understand, why it's a big deal. I try to grab the keys, but Nathan pulls his hand back. The people in the parking lot were now starting to glance over.

"Give them back."

"Relax."

"Don't tell me to relax." I yelled.

Nathan rolls his eyes. "You always overreact."

That sentence hits harder than anything else.

Because suddenly every weird interaction, every confusing text, every moment he made me feel unreasonable came rushing back. I yank my phone from my back pocket. I was trying to call a friend. Trying to leave, trying to escape, trying to do anything except stand there with him.

I was about to press the button to call my friend when, suddenly, throughout the struggle of all the frustration, my phone slipped from my hand onto the pavement.

The screen cracks.

Silence.

I stare at it.

Then at him.

Nathan actually looks annoyed—as if the broken phone is inconveniencing him. He didn't look worried about me. Not apologetic. Just annoyed. Something shifted. Not a complete realization. Not enough to make me walk away forever. But enough to crack the illusion. I saw him differently for a moment.

Not charming.

Not mysterious.

Not misunderstood.

Just selfish.

The kind of person who creates problems and then acts like everyone else is at fault. The frightening part isn't that I noticed all of this, the part that terrified me the most is that even after seeing all of this I would still forgive him at the end of the night.

Nathan sighed softly, almost sympathetically. "Kaily, look at yourself."

I looked up at him.

"What does that mean?" I ask. Confused as to what he meant with that comment

"You've been crying for twenty minutes," he said, as if I was being unreasonable for expressing my emotions.

"And it's all your fault!" I yelled back at him. His expression immediately shifted into something wounded.

"Why do you always say things like that?" he said, trying to seem hurt.

I laughed in disbelief. "Because it's the truth."

"I'm trying to help you."

"No, you're trying to control me," I said, calmly looking at him.

Nathan shook his head, like I was the one being unreasonable, like if all of this was my fault. "See? This is what I'm talking about."

"You took my keys."

Nathan's face softened. The same expression he always wore when he wanted to seem like the mature one.

"I'm holding onto them."

How is that any different?" I yelled at him full of frustration. "I'm simply trying to help you. I don't want you getting hurt," I scoffed. I couldn't believe what he was saying.

"So, just because of your supposed concern, it's okay to steal my keys? "

"It is when you're upset."

"I'm upset because you stole my keys!" I yelled as I ran my fingers through my hair from the frustration I was feeling.

"Stole is a strong word," he said calmly as he stood still, staring at me like I was crazy for the way I was acting.

"Give them back, Nathan."

"Kaily." The way he said my name was almost gentle. Almost." I care about you."

The words made my stomach twist. Because if he cared, he wouldn't be doing this. "If you cared," I said quietly, "you'd give me my keys."

Nathan looked genuinely disappointed. Or at least he was good at pretending. "I don't know why you're making me out to be the bad guy when I'm just trying to protect you."

I was stunned. 'Did he really just say that?'

"How are you helping me exactly?" I yelled at him, shocked by the words that had just come out of his mouth.

"You're in no condition to be driving right now. You drank tonight, you're angry, and not thinking clearly. You can't drive like that. "

"How am I supposed to get home?" I said as tears started to form once again. I looked up to see him walking towards me.

"You'll figure it out." He said as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Call me when you get home."

I stared at him blankly. "My phone is broken."

Nathan shifted his gaze toward my phone that now lied broken on the pavement of the parking lot. Then offered a small apologetic smile." Right." A beat.

"Figure that out too."

And then he walked away, leaving me standing alone in the parking lot. I cleached my fist and bit my tongue as I saw him walking away from me with my keys still dangling from his hand.

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An hour later, I sat alone at the subway station. I sighed as I caught my reflection in the dark window.

Hair tangled from running my frustrated hands through it. Mascara smudged beneath my eyes. Face blotchy from crying. A complete disaster.

I looked into my purse, looking for my cigarettes. Once I found them, I placed one in between my lips as I looked for my lighter.

After a couple of minutes of looking, I fell to the conclusion that I had in fact lost it sometime during the night and hadn't noticed.

I annoyingly shoved the cigarette back into my purse just as the subway arrived.

I sighed as I made my way towards the open doors. Once inside, I made my way towards an empty seat.

Throughout the night I couldn't help but think back to all the moments Nate had done anything similar. All the moments he would treat me like I was worth nothing. Yet, somehow, I always went back to him.

The whole time I was on the subway, I couldn't help, but keep thinking back and analyzing every single moment with him.

I would constantly try to think about something else, anything that could make me forget about everything that happened in the parking lot.

It seemed to find itself harder to accomplish than expected.

I couldn't wait for the moment when I finally got home. When I could finally let out all this pent-up frustration inside of me.

Unluckily for me, it would take longer than the original 20 minutes I was supposed to drive before my keys were taken from me.

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I waited in the subway for about an hour and 20 minutes until I finally got to my exit.

It took me another 20 minutes of walking until I finally found myself in front of the entrance to my apartment complex.

I walked in and made my way upstairs to my apartment. Once I got there, I looked under the mat to find my spare key, which I found myself having to use because I kept all my keys together along with my car keys.

Once inside, I took a breath before I broke down, and I slid down onto the floor against my entrance door. I stayed there for around 10 minutes, replaying everything that happened tonight.

Once I got the hang of my emotions, I stood up and made my way towards my room.

Upon entering, I walked towards my closet to change out of my sweat-filled clothes — cause of the events of the night — into some comfortable clothes to sleep in.

Once changed, I layed in my bed, ready to go to sleep. Though there was one thing that seemed to not leave my thoughts.

Somehow, my last thought of the night wasn't my keys, my job for which I would have to wake up tomorrow, nor was it Nate. The last thing I thought about was,

"I'm glad I met Sophia. I wonder if we'll see each other again. And if so... When? "

It never crossed my head that "when? " would come sooner rather than later

[daughterofthesunlands]

I swear to God if I had been part of Miriel's court when Pharazôn started playing games (the moment she went blind mind you!!), she only would've had to give me a sign.

I'm gonna knock very timidly on his chamber door and go, "my liege, your evening tea (aka your evening stabbing) is ready", brought it to him while he's resting his eyes for 5 minutes and then AAAAAAA—

[archiveofophelia]

The Echo Of Hours Part 3

jin kamurai x Fem reader

👉🏻 the Echo Of hours part 2

𐙚 Warnings: angst, established relationship, minor argument, hurt/comfort, conflict resolution, happy ending ♡

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The door burst open and there he was, the boy who took my breath away—Jin.

Although he didn't look like the Jin I had last seen in his room.

His beautiful hair, the one I loved to run my fingers through, especially in intimacy (he, of course, would complain about it but he never pushed me away; deep down, he liked it), was somewhat messy.

His clothes were wrinkled (much more than usual) and besides, I could see small dark circles under his eyes that made it evident he had slept little.

However, the worst part were his eyes. Jin, even if he didn't admit his own feelings or share what he was thinking... His eyes always spoke for him, and right now it was no different.

Because the moment he saw me awake, something changed in his expression. It was barely a second. A tiny crack in that mask he always wore.

"—You're a problem." I stared at him.

"—What?" He approached the bed.

"—A huge problem." My throat tightened.

"—I'm sorry." I let out regretfully.

"—No."

"—Jin..."

"—Don't tell me you're sorry." His voice wasn't loud; that made it even worse.

"—A week."

I lowered my gaze.

"—I didn't know that..."

"—I know." He fell silent after saying that.

Then he looked at my wounds, one by one, as if he needed to check that I was still there.

"—You could have died." I didn't respond."—But you didn't."

His gaze met mine again. There was a silence and for the first time I could see him and know what he was thinking. He wasn't angry; he was scared.

But Jin wasn't the type of person who admitted something like that. So he just sighed.

"—You're really a true problem." I smiled weakly.

"—You've told me that several times already."

"—And you still are."

"—I'm sorry."

"—Stop apologizing."

"—Then, what do I do?" Jin stared at me for a few seconds, said nothing, then moved a little closer to where I was."—Nothing."

"—Nothing?" He sat down next to the bed and nodded. His hand carefully rested on mine.

"—Just stay here and rest." I felt my eyes get wet.

"—Jin..."

"—What?"

"— I've been thinking about you a lot." His expression changed. "—During the whole mission." He looked down at our hands.

"—I thought about you too." He said it so softly I almost didn't hear it.

I smiled like an idiot."—Were you worried?"

"—No." I let out a small laugh at his denial—he lies terribly, I have him figured out.

"—Liar."

"—I'm not lying."

"—You have horrible dark circles, you know that?." He shot me a withering look.

"—Shut up."I laughed. Then Jin sighed, stood up, and leaned towards me.

"—Come here."

"—What? I'm injured, can't you see?."

"—I know." Very carefully, he put an arm around me and pulled me close to his chest. I stayed completely still. His hug was firm, but careful, as if he was afraid of hurting me.I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.

"—I love you—" I murmured. I felt his hand stop for a moment.

"—I know."

"—How romantic you are."

"—I'm not finished." I lifted my head and looked into his eyes.

"—I love you." My heart skipped a beat.

"—Could you repeat that? I want to record it so I can listen to it over and over for all eternity" I say, mustering strength to look for my phone.

"—No, stay still."

"—Jin." I say with a pout, making puppy eyes.

"—Don't push it."I smiled.

"—I love you." I say more lovingly, and he shook his head.

"—You're insufferable."

"—And you love me, you brought it on yourself."

"—Unfortunately."

And before I could keep bothering him, he leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, warm kiss, and for my taste, too short—air was overrated.

When he pulled back, our foreheads rested together.

"—Don't disappear for a week again."

"—I'll try not to, though I'm not promising anything."

"—Don't even try it."I smile and stick my tongue out at him.

"—Yes, sir."

He gave me another kiss. And, honestly... I could live with being a problem. Because I knew that, for Jin, I was exactly that—His problem. And he was mine. Besides, I can't imagine being anywhere other than in his arms.

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"—By the way." Tohma's voice made me lift my head when Jin left the room.

"—What?" Tohma was leaning against the doorframe, he looked towards where Jin had just disappeared and then looked at me with a mocking smile.

"—You shouldn't tell him." I frowned.

"—Tell him what?" He sighed.

"—During this whole week he was insufferable."

"—Insufferable? I don't think that's unusual."

"—More than usual." I sat up a little to hear him better.

"—What did he do?"

"—He kept coming to ask for updates on the Obscuary mission.

"My expression changed.

"—Every day?"

"—Several times a day." I felt a lump in my throat.

"—But... He never said he was worried." I say, looking down.

"—Of course he didn't, but we all knew. If he wasn't worried, he wouldn't have been about to send a helicopter to get you."

I fell silent and understood something—that maybe our argument had been stupid and that we were both too stubborn. But there was something I knew with absolute certainty: I loved him and he loved me.

Even if he had a horrible way of showing it. But I would always return to his arms, and he would always be waiting for me and be willing to destroy anyone who prevented that.

"—In the end, it was true that you were capable of melting his heart of ice." Says Tohma, entering his room a few hours later.

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AHAHAHAHAJ HIIIIII!! I finally figured out what I was doing wrong and why it wouldn't let me upload the whole thing... Next time I'll post it all in one go 😭

Also, I want to apologize if my English sounds a little mechanical sometimes 😭 I write everything in Spanish first AHAHAHAHA and then translate it literally, so... I'm sorry 😭🩷

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