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may we please see the glutton??
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late night reminder to self: your depressive episode will not last forever. it will have an end. tonight will not be the end of you.
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ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ..?
Reader finds out their relationship was nothing but a lie
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In hindsight, you should've seen this coming. Yelena arrived out of nowhere. She planted herself in your life, and seemingly changed it for the better. You two were extremely happy together; calling each other things like angel and my love., having movie nights, taking each other on stupid dates. Even her group of friends welcomed you with open arms and smiles on their faces... It was amazing while it lasted
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You and Yelena hadn't seen each other for a week. Your work was keeping you occupied, and her job was as well. You worked in the government, which meant constantly being around and handling sensitive information. You were used to it, though.
The week without her was bizarre. She was distant, and it felt like the world without her was quiet and lonely. It sucked, but atleast your vacation was coming up. No work, no stress, just you and Yelena.
As soon as friday came, you kicked off your shoes and threw off your jacket, flopping on your couch with an exhausted sigh. "I'm not leaving this spot for the next 4 days." you mumbled to yourself, typing in your girlfriend's number. Atleast you had her. she had been patient with you, she loved and cared for you.
No answer.
That was fine, you knew she was busy. Time passed and eventually, you slipped into a deep sleep with one hand held around your phone and the other peacefully resting on your stomach.
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The next morning, you woke up to a text from Yelena. Your heart jumped, and you felt moonstruck as if she were your first love. You fumbled to grab your phone, aggressively combing the hair out of your tired face as if she could see you
Her text read:"Hello, my love. My apologies for being busy, I've had some things to attend to. Could you please come over to my house at 10 AM? I have something I'd like to share with you."
You eagerly stood up from your awkward sleeping position from the couch and began getting ready, making sure to wear something you knew looked good on you.
You arrived at Yelena's house carrying a basket of her favorite things, knives, muffins, etc. As you walk up the stairs, you notice her door is open.
"Huh, weird. She's usually very adamant about security."
You keep walking up the stairs as you hear your girlfriends strained and frustrated voice, worry pricking the back of your mind.
"Look, Barton. She's on her way now."
"Yea, she fucking better be, our asses are on the line here." You heard his deep voice reply back, sounding equally as frustrated.
"It hasn't even taken me that long. Earning someones trust takes time, you know this."
You recognized "Barton" as your mutual friend who you met through Yelena. You two had gotten close over the past few months, and you had never been happier with so many new friends. They were honestly better than your own family
Their voices became more clear as you got closer, practically standing a few feet the doorway now.
"Look.." He released a heavy, exhausted, sigh
"You just need to get the codes from [reader]. That's it.. then you can do whatever. Never talk to them again, act like this never happened, whatever. You just have to do this one thing.”
Your heart dropped as a million questions danced in your mind. Your breathing picked up and you felt dizzy as their conversation continued. What were Yelena and Clint talking about?
Their voices began to sound muddled as you got lost in your own head, at this point you could barely hear their conversation as you stood in a daze, still close to the doorway.
Was your girlfriend just using you this entire time? All those nights you two spent together were just a damn lie?? all for what.. just some codes? Why does she even need them? What the hell?
Finally, you snapped out of it and realized there was sudden silence in the room you weren't even really in. You looked up and saw your girlfriend's familiar green eyes looking at you. Not with love, but with.. a blank expression you hadn't seen on her before. It was.. determination? fear? realization? Either way, she knew her cover had been blown. You had heard everything.
You stared at her, tears filling your eyes as you backed away.
“Yelena? You there?” Clint’s voice rang through her phone, easier to hear with how suddenly quiet the world felt.
He was in on this too. They were all in on it, it was all a fucking lie. Every single friend you made through her, every single connection was just built on dishonesty made to deceive you.
She stepped towards you as you backed away a few steps.
“I can explain.” She said. Typical.
“No.. you can’t. If you ever call me again - No, if you ever come within 50 fucking feet of me again. I’ll.. What can you even do to someone like her? What even was her real job? Her real name? call the police.. Pathetic.
You turned on your heels, the tears finally spilling from your eyes, walking away from Yelena, who was a stranger you once knew.
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George, I know you do not owe me anything after how I have behaved, and I know you do not like social events, but I need us to do something. What do you need?
QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY ↳ Episode 1x06 ↳ Even Days
+ BONUS
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*tucks you in* there’s always tomorrow
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one of the best fics i've ever read, one that had me addicted to my phone and crying, wasn't even prose. it was a huge, casual, bullet-pointed outline with every detail of an au that the author never got around to writing in full. and it was amazing.
let this be a message to all you who want to write but can't do it "normally": write it! someone out there will eat it up. whether that be poetry, tiny drabbles, or bullet pointed list: your work is always worth it. your art (yes, art!) will alway deserve to have its moment in the spotlight. why? because you made it. even if it wasn't done in a traditional matter, it came from your brain and your creativity and that is amazing.
♡
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Me, writing something at 1 am: Omg I'm literally a genius this words sound amazing I ate totally whith this one omfg
The writing:
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