Novel & Cerita My Love Language Is Sarcasm

Sal screams at him, and I see red. I yank my arm out of Lucas’s grip and stare at Sal. “Don’t give anyone that crap! You don’t love me! You never did and you never have! Love isn’t confusion! Love isn’t distrust! This is possession. You’re a selfish, self-centred bastard, Sal! You don’t love me!” I yell at him with hot, angry tears escaping my eyes, and he pauses. “I don’t love you?” He questions with a huff as he steps towards me, but I scurry back.

I replied. “I love you,” he said. “Not as the Architect. Not as the woman who killed Godmode. Just… as you. If all of that went away tomorrow, I’d still want to argue with you about router placement and laundry.” Tears pricked my eyes. “Good,” I said, voice thick. “Because I love you too,” I added. “Not as my savior. Not as my guard. As the man who makes terrible jokes in three languages and still thinks Splunk is a sexy topic.”

Ev shoots back at me and I drop the towel, my eyes crinkling as I think on his words. "What do you mean? I'm nice to people." I snap. Ev snorts on the other end. "I'm nice to you." I add. "Are you?" he asks. "Or have I just learned that sarcasm is your love language?" he asks. "What the fuck is a love language?" I ask, wiping down the kitchen counters and shoving the few dirty dishes in my sink into the dishwasher I never use. "It's how people interpret love. There are five of them. One is words of affirmation-" he starts but I cut him off.

“I can’t help it. Now that line has been broken, I can’t seem to stop.” Pushing his body against mine, he cupped my face and rested his forehead against mine. “I’m not complaining. This is my love language.” “Love language?” Piercy leaned back. “How someone expresses their love towards someone else. I loved being touched and touching you. Touching you is how I express my feelings for you. It calms me. You knew I was a touchy person.” “I didn’t realize it was that important to you.” He was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry you have to sit with them.”

I knew I had to take action. My therapist criticizes me for being too intense and impulsive. I dismiss her advice because I don’t understand her perspective. She suggested that I step back and stop taking on other people’s problems as if they were my own. But to me, that’s love. How else can you express your care than by helping to make their lives easier? It’s my love language: acts of service. I wanted to be there for Jamira, to be her protector and create a safe space for her. However, I couldn’t comprehend why she hadn’t left him like I had stated. It was more of a suggestion than a command.

he asked, gesturing to the cupcakes. I picked one up, taking a small bite, the sweetness melting on my tongue. “These are amazing,” I said after I relished on the taste, my eyes lighting up. Perhaps he knew how starved I used to be in the pack, so he knew that my love language was going to be food. He was using it to find himself a way into my heart, and I hated that it was working. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity as he stared at me with the same twinkle like he was gazing up at stars.

Too quickly. There was a beat of silence, then: “If it’s Jehovah’s Witnesses, tell them we already worship each other.” I snorted despite myself. “Gross.” “You love it.” “I barely tolerate it.” “That’s our love language.” “Your love language is chaos.” “And yours is avoidance. So we’re perfect.” I rolled my eyes, heart still pounding, and started toward the door. “Seriously, I’ll be back in a sec. Don’t burn the place down.” “No promises. If the fire alarm goes off, we blame the dinosaur.”

"Whatever spell you’ve got on me… it’s working." She laughed then, soft and musical, shaking her head. "We’ve both been mean to each other. I think… it’s our love language," she said, smirking a little. I couldn’t help it, I let out a chuckle, low and rumbling. "Love language, huh? Messy, loud, and full of insults, right?" I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, watching her flush pink again. "You could say that," she said, leaning just a little closer, daring.

“I know what I did to Liam and Lukas was wrong, but for the past few months, I am doing everything in my power to make amends, to fix things. But as I spend more time with them, I realize that things have long been fixed. There is actually no need for me to come and save them.” This time, Scarlet smiles, yet I feel uneasy, thinking if there’s really some truth in her words. “Lukas has been doing well. He is very happy and is learning how to give love. You even erased what I told him about the importance of money and his position in society. And how he can use that to get ahead of others. He has mellowed down… A lot.” I reach for my arm and look away from her. “And there’s also Liam. Did you