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moodriingz · 1 month

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The Prophecy | J. Hughes

Summary | You’ve given up on love until love hits you in the face (with a door)

Warnings | Unedited, one curse word, (really bad) angst

Author's Note | I finally finished all of my finals! So that means more regular stories so send in requests! This is also part of my 100 follower celebration!

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You never expected to feel so lost in a city you lived in for most of your adult life. You and your college boyfriend broke up after five years of dating. You met early in your freshman year and were stuck together like glue. He made you feel like you caught lightning in a bottle, so much so you were willing to do anything for him. So many of your friends thought you were going to get married and he had been hinting at it since you graduated a year ago.

You were blindsided when he said that he didn’t think you two should be together anymore and basically kicked you out of your shared apartment. Luckily Hannah, your best friend, offered to stay in her apartment until you could find one.

All you could think was that it was your fault. Why else would he end it so suddenly? He gave you little to no explanation. Even though you were still so young you felt like you would never find a love like his. It was like someone was betting against you. All you ever wanted was someone who wanted your company.

After a couple of weeks you were able to find a new apartment in a different part of town and you never felt so excited or rejuvenated. Hannah was trying to convince you to start dating again, but you told her it was too soon. You were scared someone was betting against your love life and you didn’t want to risk it yet.

Little did you know when you went to check out a new pizza place you would run into the cutest guy you’ve ever seen. It wasn’t a normal meeting though he almost gave you a concussion by hitting you with the door.

“I’m so sorry, are you ok? How many fingers am I holding up?” The stranger asks as he stares into your eyes looking for any signs of injury. Before you respond you notice his really tall friend recovering the pizza off the ground.

“I’m fine thank- why are you moving your finger in front of my eyes?” You ask confused about what he is doing.

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t have a concussion. You hit your head pretty hard when you fell,” he said, still doing some concussion protocol? You’re not too certain what is happening honestly.

“I think I’m ok I really appreciate it though,” you say finally getting the opportunity to stand up as he backs up. You go to move inside before he stops you.

“Wait what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” You tell him before turning around to enter the shop and order your much deserved pizza.

Later you meet up with Hannah to debrief about both of your weeks. You almost forgot to tell her about the mystery pizza man until she mentions dating to you again.

“Hannah, I'm not going on a date right now. But there was this really cute guy who almost gave me a concussion the other night when I went to get pizza,” You say nonchalantly.

“What? Y/n why didn’t you tell me? What’s his name? Are you going out with him?” She babbles as you roll your eyes.

“No to all of those questions. I felt like such a fool because of my ex and I’m not doing that again.” You say with a shrug. Living alone has really forced you to think about your relationship and you realized that the end of your relationship was most likely your fault, and you definitely do not want to get into another relationship until you figure out how to stop it from happening again.

After dinner you and Hannah decide to hit a club that was only semi full until the hockey crowd filtered in after the game. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits though so the Devils must have won.

Little did you know is that your pizza mystery man was currently walking in the club with some of his teammates to celebrate. Hannah was a pretty big fan and spotted some of them almost instantly.

“Oh my gosh the Devils are here we should go say hey. Maybe you can find a date,” She wasn’t going to take no for an answer so you just let her pull you by the wrist.

Hannah finally stops when she’s face to face with Nico, who you only recognize because of all of his ads around town. Before you can introduce yourself someone calls out your name.

“Y/n,” Your mystery man. He says it shocked like he didn’t expect to see you again.

“You know Jack Hughes?” Hannah whispers into your ear. You just ignore her because maybe it's fate? Maybe it’s a cruel joke?

You don’t even know what to say, you’re so shocked by the turn of events. You never would’ve thought you’d meet him again. You thought your near concussion experience would be the last you see of him.

“I’m Jack by the way,” He says and you’re drawn in by his voice and his eyes that haven’t left yours.

“I think you owe me a drink for almost killing me,” You say, shocking yourself.

“In my defense I didn’t try to give you a concussion, my brother was distracting me,” He says leading you to the bar. You order your regular drink and he does the same before asking you if you’d want to talk for a bit.

The two of you talked for what seemed like minutes until Hannah came to find you to let you know that she’s leaving. You check the time and realize you should probably leave as well.

“I had an amazing night thanks for keeping me company,” You say getting up to leave.

“Wait let me give you my number,” Jack says standing up and you nod, handing him your phone.

You walk Hannah home because you’re much more sober than she is and all she can talk about is that you know Jack Hughes.

“You should go out with him, he's so cute and sweet.”

“Hannah I’m not dating right now and you know that,” You say, leading her to her door.

“Yeah I know but you just deserve to be happy, and I really think he would be perfect for you,” She said, drawing out her syllables. You say goodnight and make your way home which luckily isn’t too far from her apartment.

The next day you decide to listen to Hannah and reach out to Jack. You try texting him telling him that you had a great time talking to him last night, but the message never gets delivered. All you can do is feel idiotic. It wasn’t fate to run into him twice (physically or not). You feel so childish thinking maybe this was your chance.

You blame Hannah for getting your hopes up to think that maybe something could happen. You were starting to think that maybe it was some cruel joke fate was playing on you. You were almost compelled to pray to change your prophecy, but then you just started feeling even more insane. But, there must be a way to change it, right?

Later in the week you decide to work out of a cafe nearby and feel like the universe is playing some sick joke on you. As you look up your eyes meet with a pair of blue eyes staring you down. You smile shyly at the hockey player not knowing how to respond to someone who never responded to your text. Jack took that as an invitation to join you.

“You never called,” He says as he sits down.

“I texted but you never responded,” You say nervous you’d get turned down in person this time.

“What are you talking about? I was so excited to see you again because I wanted to get your number the first time we met but I thought it would be weird if I asked after almost giving you a head injury. I would’ve noticed if you texted me,” He rambles and you just pull out your phone to show him the message. He clicks around on your phone until his eyes get wide.

“I gave you the wrong number,” Jack says with a blush on his face. You feel that maybe your tables are turning. Instead of fate working against you, maybe they just wanted you two to meet a couple of times.

“Third times a charm right?” You smile at him as he fixes his number in your phone. You two fall into conversation once again before he checks the time.

“I have to go but I can’t leave until you agree to go on a date with me,” Jack says with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You just nod knowing that someone was finally betting on your love life.

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alexfromjersey · 10 months

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𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓞𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 & 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮

jenna x g!poc

summary: jenna avoids talking to her family. jah plans a spontaneous outing

warnings: mature language, smut, tiny bit of violence

a/n: this is my all-time fav fanfic to write. I actually enjoy writing again, it’s been a long time since I’ve said that. also I can’t express enough how much I appreciate 230+ followers it’s small to some but this is huge to me thank you 🥺🫶🏾. enjoy the chapter - 5.5k words

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“Jenna…you’re pregnant?”

Those words coming out of her mother’s mouth made all the air in Jenna’s body disappear. Nervousness filled her and tears started to fill her eyes. At the sight, you instantly stood up from leaning against the car.

“What happened?” You mouthed in concern to her.

“Hello? Jenna?”

Jenna stepped away, “How did you find out?”

It was quiet on the other side for a moment, “So it’s true…you are pregnant.”

“Yeah, Mom I am. Listen I was going to call you and Dad and tell you guys but I had other things to handle first” Jenna explained.

“Handle? What things needed to be handled first? I get a call at one in the morning while on break at work from Hudson. My heart done fell out of my ass because I thought something bad happened to you-”

“Wait, wait Hudson called you and told you?” Jenna questioned.

“Yes. Told me that you got pregnant by some hoodlum. Who is this person anyway? You never mentioned you were seeing anyone” Natalie asked.

Jenna looked at you, you were glancing at her with concern and confusion. You saw that her face contorted into something that kinda scared you…and turned you on.

“Mom I have to go but I promise I will call you back and explain everything,” Jenna said.

Jenna didn’t wait for her mother to reply before she hung up the phone. Her walk back to you was full of annoyance and frustration.

“What happ-”

“I need to go somewhere” Jenna interrupted you and texted Big L to go home. As she passed you, she took the keys out of your hand.

“Uh…” That was all you were able to say as Jenna got into the driver's seat. Sensing the anger radiating from her, you just decided to follow her. You hopped in the car and Jenna pulled off immediately.

After a deathly silent drive to NoHo, you quickly arrive in front of a luxury loft apartment building. Jenna turned off the car and quickly hopped out. You were right on her heels.

She walked into the lobby where she was greeted by a doorman.

“Good evening Ms. Ortega” The doorman greeted.

But Jenna ignored him, her focus was on getting the little bastard on the top floor. You and her walk into the elevator which was thankfully empty.

“You gon’ talk or what? I’m lost on this entire thing right now” You questioned.

“My mother knows” Jenna revealed.

Your eyes widen at the revelation, “oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right. The person who told her lives in this building” Jenna said and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Mhmm” You hummed.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment almost to the floor Hudson lived on. You took the ring off your pinky finger and stuffed your necklace into your shirt. You also pulled off your glasses and held them in your hand.

Jenna looked at you, “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready just in case I gotta beat a bitch ass” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Soon, the two of you arrived on Hudson’s floor. You followed behind Jenna until she stopped at the last door on the floor. She started to bang on the door nonstop.

A few moments later, the door swung open to reveal a groggy Hudson. Before the door fully opened, Jenna pushed her way inside.

“You had no right! No fucking right to tell my mother my business” Jenna seethed.

Now Hudson was fully awake, “I did you a favor!”

You casually walked inside the apartment and close the door. You leaned against the counter watching the scene unfold.

“No! You did yourself a favor! I told you to stay out of this. I told you multiple times and you still keep doing it. You were my best friend Hudson and I trusted you! But now I’m done with you Hudson.” Jenna snapped.

Hudson’s face contorts into an angry one, “Done with me! After everything I did for you, you just going to drop me like that! You know what, maybe I should tell the world and your little thug girlfriend everything about you and I mean everything. Show everyone the real Jenna Ortega” Hudson threatened lowly.

If it was possible Hudson would be liquified by the way Jenna was glaring into his soul.

“Or maybe I should just show her all the videos and headlines. Especially the most recent one that’s not even a year old yet.” Hudson challenged the smaller brunette.

Hudson was suddenly cut off by a pain in his left cheek and his head whipped to the right. You instantly get up and pull Jenna away from Hudson.

“Okay, time to go,” You said and continued to pull her away.

Hudson glared at Jenna as he rubbed his cheek. You and Jenna leave the boy’s apartment and make your way back to the elevator. Tears were now falling freely down Jenna’s face. Once inside you push the emergency stop button. The elevator stops and you turn towards Jenna.

Immediately Jenna started to sob and you rushed in to pull her close to you. Your arm wrapped around her and she grabbed a fist full of your shirt. You felt her whole body racked with sobs. You kissed the top of her head and hugged her tighter.

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TWO DAYS LATER

It's been two days since Jenna last spoke with her mother. Technically Natalie was calling and texting her daughter but she was too afraid to answer. Instead, the actress coped in her hotel room avoiding everyone, crying, and eating up all the room service food.

You just came back from shooting hoops with Davis and a few other friends. You took your shower and got dressed in some comfortable clothes. You haven't heard from the actress in a while and you were getting worried. So you grabbed your keys and set off to her hotel.

The journey didn't take long and you made your way up to the floor you knew she stayed on. You then knocked three knocks on the door. A few moments later, an exhausted looking Jenna opened the door.

"Damn girl you look terrible" You spoke without a second thought.

Jenna glared at you, "I will slam this door in your face."

"I'm sorry. My intrusive thoughts won that round. What you doing being cooped up in this stuffy ass room?"

"Sulking in my depression" Jenna replied and left from the door. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you. The hotel room was a lot different from the last of you were in. This was like presidential suite, it had a kitchen, multiple rooms, a big ass dining table, and 85inch TVs.

"That Scream money got you in severe luxury. I might have to dabble into the acting business" You joked.

Jenna, however, ignored you, she instead went back into her room and buried herself under her covers.

"Nah get yo ass up," You said and ripped the comforter off Jenna's body. Underneath, she was only dressed in an oversized white button up shirt and real short shorts.

“No” Jenna moaned and tried to grab the comforter but you moved it out of the way.

“Nah get your pregnant emotional ass up” You stated.

“Real talk, I know the news hitting your fam is not the way you wanted it but they know now. It’s been two days, you can’t keep avoiding them, especially your Moms.” You continued.

“You didn’t hear how she sounded Jah. I never heard my mother sound so disappointed in my life. Not even when pictures of me smoking cigarettes came out” Jenna said.

“I get it. You do your best trying to be this perfect child for your parents. When you disappoint them, you’re afraid that they’ll look at you differently” You commented.

“Yeah,” Jenna nodded.

“But they also gotta understand that you are human. Regardless of how perfect you try to be, you are going to make mistakes in your life. If they can’t accept that then, no offense, they got parenting all wrong” You added.

“You gonna be the fun parent while I be the strict one?” Jenna questioned.

"Why can't we both be fun parents with understandable boundaries" You stated and lay back to next to her.

Jenna sighed and the two of you just lay there in a comfortable silence staring at the ceiling before Jenna spoke again. "This room is suffocating. I need to go somewhere or do something"

You sat up on your forearms, "You are just luck Hollywood. I need you to get up and get dressed. I wanna take you somewhere to get your mind off things."

"I mean there are other ways to take my mind off things" Jenna smirked.

For a second you considered what she was implying but then you had to remember your talk yesterday.

"You are a very horny woman Jenna Ortega. Now get up and get a move on you smell like a reheated supreme pizza" You smirk at her annoyed face and leave her room.

“Asshole” Jenna grumbled.

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It was an hour later, Jenna still had a little attitude with you, which you found amusing. She was finally ready to go. The two of you left your apartment and got in your car.

“Where are we going?” Jenna asked.

“You’ll see.” You smiled and started the journey to your destination. Jenna pouted and sat back in her seat. The car journey was mostly just filled with you bopping along to the music while Jenna stared at the scenery.

The disappointment in her mother’s voice still echoed throughout her head. She knew that she needed to talk to her family and explain everything but she wasn’t ready just yet.

Shortly after, you finally arrived at your destination, The Bronx Museum of the Arts. You always wanted to take someone here but you never found the right person until now.

“Welcome to the Bronx Museum of the Arts,” You smiled as you opened the door for her. The two of you walked into the building that was playing a jazzy instrumental softly.

Immediately, Jenna was amazed by the art she saw. From paintings to sculptures to graffiti art. You stood a little bit behind her as she looked over the art. You, too were interested in all the art, especially the graffiti.

Graffiti reminded you of your father. Before he left, he was a construction worker but had a talent for graffiti art. Often getting in trouble in his youth with his friends for tagging buildings, cars, and billboards. Your father tried to teach your older brother how to make graffiti art but he was never interested enough. But when you came along, he was ecstatic to finally share his talent with his one of his offspring.

“This is amazing” Jenna beamed after she finished reading the description of one of the statues.

“I’m glad you like it. I was kinda worried you wouldn’t like it” You said and scratched the back of your neck nervously.

Jenna smirked as she looked at you, “Nervous?”

You stopped scratching the back of your neck and shoved your hands in your jeans pockets.

“Nah I don’t get nervous,” You said and cleared your throat.

Jenna just nodded with a smile. As much as she wanted to hold your hand, she restrained herself and kept walking through the exhibit. You followed behind her and put a good enough distance between the two of you. Jenna took notice of it but didn't make a comment. The two of you just continued enjoying your time at the museum, learning more about the Bronx and Hip-Hop culture.

Two hours have passed and the museum was, unfortunately, closing. You and Jenna left the building, vowing to come back to finish.

Instead of leading her to the car, you make your way down the street.

It wasn’t long until you arrived at the second destination, Black Knight Lounge. It was recommended to you by one of your buddies you play hoop with. It was a low-key club that served banging food and played fire music. But what made you come here was the fact that it had an open mic night, which coincidentally was tonight.

“Party for 2,” You said to the hostess who nodded and grabbed two menus. The hostess led you to a booth to the right of the stage.

“Enjoy” The hostess smiled and placed the menus down before leaving.

“This seems familiar” Jenna joked.

You chuckled and thought back to the night your child was conceived, “Reminds me of the night we conceived our child. A night that I remember daily.”

Jenna hid her red face in the menu which you laughed at. She went back to looking over the menu while you stared at her, taking in her natural beauty. This was the most relaxed you had seen her in the past week. The girl was a busybody and often forgot that she was human and can get exhausted. Hopefully, since she’s pregnant now she’ll take her body's health into consideration more.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Black Knight Open Mic Night. For all my newcomers, open mic night is the chance to showcase your musical, poetic, or comedic talents in front of everyone. Do your best cause you never know who’s watching. Rules are: each person gets a limit of 3-4 minutes, you may perform an original or cover, and you must have the instrumental for your music or perform it yourself. The winner gets $500. Without further ado let’s get it started!” The DJ announced excitedly.

Everyone in the building clapped their hands while one person went up to the DJ booth and handed him a USB.

“Alright, we have our first performer for the night. Give it up Mr. ChiBX” The DJ yelled into the microphone.

“Twenty bucks, he chokes” You challenged the girl.

“He’s not going to choke. I believe in him” Jenna said optimistic.

You pulled out a $20 bill and smacked it on the table with a smirk. Jenna smiled and also pulled out a $20 bill and smacked it on top of yours. The two of you then turned towards the stage where the overweight middle-aged man was sweating bullets.

“I like to start off my set by telling a little joke. What do you call an angry carrot?” ChiBX asked.

No one in the room answered the man so the DJ took pity on him, “I don’t know man what do you call an angry carrot?”

“A steamed veggie” ChiBX wheezed.

You and Jenna covered your mouths as you laughed from secondhand embarrassment. Again, no one in the room laughed or chuckled. The DJ cringed before hitting a button that made a buzzing sound.

ChiBX frowned and without another word just left the stage.

“Poor guy” Jenna pouted.

You, on the other hand, grabbed the $40 from the table, “Aye I’m $40 richer.”

Jenna rolled her eyes in amusement while you did a quick little dance in your seat. The two of you continued playing the game after ordering your drinks and entrees, only adding money to the mix when one of you was super confident of winning.

While sipping your Sprite, you noticed Jenna kept glancing down at her phone.

“Call them” You blurt out.

Jenna looked up, “What?”

“Call your folks. Avoiding them more is only going to make things worse than they should be” You explained.

Jenna didn’t want to talk about it so she switched the subject, “When are you going to tell your mom?”

You sighed when she switched the subject but you didn’t want to push her to talk about anything she didn’t want to.

“She gets back from Jamaica tomorrow. Which brings me to asking you if you feel comfortable meeting her tomorrow? You can absolutely suggest another time too” You said.

Jenna contemplated meeting your mom right now, especially when she’s not on speaking terms with hers right now. But then she weighed the facts that, she’s going to be gone for a few months filming Beetlejuice in London. She didn’t want to wait until she was halfway from giving birth to tell your mother.

“Yeah I would love to meet her” Jenna smiled and nodded.

“Great” You smiled.

Moments later, your food has arrived. The two of you sat in silence and devoured your plates entirely. By the time you were both done, the place was packed now. More people got up to the mic and performed comedy pieces with only three performing rap songs.

You were now sitting beside Jenna with your arm around her and her leaning into your side. You guys wanted to stay for a little bit longer to watch whoever got on stage.

“Jahaziel?” Someone called your name from behind you.

The both of you looked to the side and saw an older gentleman dressed in a polo shirt and slacks. You recognized him as one of your father’s old friends.

“Mr. Greenhill, how you doing?” You greeted the man and shook his hand.

“I’m doing good young blood. I haven’t seen you since you were little. How’s Moms?” Mr. Greenhill gleamed.

“Yeah. She’s doing good. She comes back from Jamaica tomorrow” You answered.

“Word? I might stop by and visit her. I haven’t seen her since she and Emanuel moved to Highbridge” Mr. Greenhill said.

At the mention of your father’s name, your smile faltered a little. You hoped he didn’t ask you about how or where your father was.

“Excuse me, where are my manners. I’m Mr. Greenhill, I was a friend of her father's and I used to babysit this knucklehead” Mr. Greenhill introduced himself.

"This is Jenna...we're friends" You introduced her.

Friends. The title left a bitter taste in your mouth and an arrow in Jenna's heart.

"Nice to meet you Jenna" Mr. Greenhill smiled at her which she reciprocated. "Am I gonna see you on that stage?"

“Nah I don’t think so. I don’t have anything prepared” You declined.

“The lies you tell. You are always prepared when it comes to music. This one used to put on concerts for the whole block when she was little. Singing her heart out using songs no one expected her to sing. Like that time you sang Chain Reaction by Diana Ross” Mr. Greenhill reminisced.

You chuckled, “I remember. Dre and I were using buckets as drums.”

“Yes! Good times” Mr. Greenhill said.

You nodded in agreement.

"Alright, I don't want to interrupt your outing more than I already have. It was good seeing you young blood and again nice meeting you too Jenna." Mr. Greenhill said.

"Likewise" Jenna smiled. Mr. Greenhill left your table. You take a sip of your drink but you felt eyes burning into the side of your skull.

“What?” You questioned as you looked at Jenna.

“When were you going to tell me you made music?” Jenna raised an eyebrow.

"Oh see that's how I know you are a fake friend because I have music out," You said.

“How was I supposed to know that? You don’t even promote it” Jenna replied.

"Because I made it when I was 13. I put out four songs and three had music videos. We spent a hefty amount of money on them. Almost went homeless because of it" You shrugged and placed your drink down.

“What do you mean?” Jenna asked.

“I used to do little shows on the corner by my house with Davis and a few other friends. One day, a guy came up to me after I finished performing a song and basically sold me a dream. Told me that he was a record label agent and if I signed with him I’ll be this big child singer and I’ll be rich and yadayadayadaya. So I begged my Moms to let me sign with this man cause music is my dream, singing and dancing and performing is my love language. It took a while but my mom eventually let me sign with the man under the conditions that she will manage everything and I’ll still be in school. Everything was smooth, I made those four songs and did the music videos, my mom went from having two jobs to basically a part time job so she can manage my career. So I don’t know what made her look more deeply into these people but I’m glad she did because she found out that they were pocketing the money I made from those songs.” You explained.

Jenna gasped, “How much?”

“They pocketed almost 70k from us. We never noticed because they would show us falsified documents of where the money was going too. They would tell us all our money was going to these fake ass fees and shit. ” You said and sipped your soda.

“Wow. Do you want to make music again?” Jenna asked.

"Eh I don’t know maybe later in my career. I haven’t properly performed in almost ten years so I don’t know if I still got it in me" You shrugged.

"Doesn’t hurt to try again. This is a good opportunity to practice " Jenna said and motioned to the stage.

“Oh no thank you. I’m good" You stated.

“Aw come on Jah…like you said singing, dancing, and performing is your love language. Don’t give up on something you love. Don’t let those people prior take away your passion” Jenna said.

After a moment of contemplating, you let out a sigh, “Fine.”

You stood up from the booth and Jenna watched with excitement as you walked over to the DJ booth. You opened your phone to the notes section. You found a song you wrote a couple years ago. You skimmed through the lyrics until you felt like you had the lyrics down pack. You handed the DJ your phone with the beat on it.

“What you wanna be introduced as?” The DJ asked.

“Just Jah is fine” You answered and he nodded.

You walked up to the microphone on the small stage. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you which placed your nerves in. But when your eyes locked on brown ones, you felt every single nerve disappear. You took a deep breath in and gave a thumbs up to the DJ.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our first singing performance of the night, Just Jah!” The DJ announced.

That’s not…whatever.

The beat for your song started playing.

“It’s crazy how your heart just has a mind of its own, yeah, yeah” You started singing.

Jenna’s jaw dropped at the sound of your raspy R&B-suited voice.

“Like when a smile, that makes a choice on its own”

Jenna was completely enchanted by everything about you. From learning that you can sing to your beauty to your mindset. Everything about you made her realize something.

She was falling in love with you. Hard. Which made her even more petrified.

“My mind tries to deny it but girl I can’t fight what I know. I know. I want you baby ooh” You take your voice up a few octaves and stun every single person in the room except for one.

Mr. Greenhill was by the entrance of the building with a proud smile on his face.

You finished the rest of the song and everyone was giving you a standing ovation. You thanked everyone and went back to the booth.

“I need you to sing just for me every day from now on,” Jenna said.

You laugh as you sat down, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Seriously, I need more music from you. I need it like yesterday” Jenna joked.

You continued to laugh at Jenna's eagerness for more music from you. It gave you the confidence boost you didn't know you needed to actually start making music again.

“Wow! What an amazing performance by Just Jah. Now I’m gonna take a quick 30-minute break and I’ll be right back with some more performances” The DJ said and switched on some music.

You recognized the song as Aaliyah's. All the couples in the room stood from their seats and went to the small dance floor. You grabbed Jenna's hand and pulled her up and towards the dance floor.

"May I have a dance with you darling?" You spoke in a British accent which made Jenna giggle.

"You shall" She replied.

You placed her arms around your neck and your hands on her waist. The two of you start swaying to the beat of the song.

"I know this was a spontaneous friend outing but did you enjoy yourself today?" You asked.

"Best friend outing I've ever been on" Jenna answered honestly.

“The best? You just boosted my ego to astronomical heights” You joked.

Jenna giggled before staring into your hazel eyes. The blue strobe lights in the room bounce off your skin beautifully.

“I want to kiss you so bad” You admitted to the shorter girl.

Before Jenna can stop herself and think, her answer spilled out her mouth instantly.

“Do it” Jenna muttered.

At the consent, you didn't hesitate to connect your lips with hers. The kiss was full of passion and love that it made the both of you slightly dizzy. You pull her closer and grip her waist as the kiss gets deeper. Jenna gripped the hair on the back of your neck. Before the kiss could escalate more in public, you pulled away but kept your forehead on hers.

“My place?” You suggested lowly.

“Absolutely” Jenna nodded quickly.

🤰🏻🩵

The both of you knew it was wrong, especially after the discussion you had two days ago. But you couldn't stop yourselves, you were both addicted to each other. An addiction that is going to generate consequences in the future.

By the time the two of you were back in your apartment, lips were interlocked and clothes were scattered everywhere. You barely made it up to the apartment with how much the two of you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. But you made it safe and clothed until the door was shut.

Jenna sighed in pleasure as your lips enclosed her nipple. Your other hand makes itself useful by rolling the other bud in between your fingers. You gave attention to the other nipple before continuing your way down her body. Kissing every patch of her skin, worshipping her body.

But Jenna was impatient, she wanted you at her golden area to take care of the ache between her thighs. But you weren’t ready just yet.

"Jah...please" Jenna whined.

The sound of her calling your name was enough to get you even harder than before. You decided to stop teasing her and settled between her legs. You looked up and saw her staring down at you with lust-filled eyes waiting for you. You kept eye contact with her as you slowly licked from her hole up to her clit.

Instantly, she threw her head back against the pillows and dragged out a moan. Then, you went to work. You started your pleasurable assault on her clit, going from kitty licks to sucking on it repeatedly.

“Oh my…fuck” Jenna moaned and arched her back while gripping the sheets in her hands. You hook your hands under her thighs and pull her closer. You moaned at the sweet taste of her which sent vibrations throughout her body.

Her moans went up an octave each time you did it. She felt the knot in her stomach appear and she knew she was going to cum soon. You removed one of your hands from her thigh. You ran a finger up and down her slit, gathering wetness before pushing your middle finger inside her hole.

Her knuckles turned white from her grip on the sheets. You started slowly pumping in and out before reattaching your lips to her clit. You added a second finger, your ring finger to the mix.

Jenna’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted from the insertion.

You sat up and hovered over the girl with one free arm. You leaned down towards her lips just brushing yours against hers. She tried to lean up and connect your lips but you backed away. She let out a whine which quickly turned into a gasp as you abruptly sped up your fingers.

“Fuck!” She gasped.

Your fingers were increasing in pace, they also were starting to cramp but you pushed through it. The only sounds being heard were the slapping of your palm against her vagina and the moans spewing from Jenna’s mouth. You slowed your pace and curled your fingers and instantly hit the spongy spot inside her walls. Jenna let out a scream as she now gripped your forearm.

You felt her walls pulsating around your fingers. A few more curls and Jenna’s back arched to the sky as her walls trapped your fingers and you felt hot liquid around them. Her jaw fell open as choked moans came out from her intense orgasm. After a moment, Jenna started to relax and you pulled your fingers out.

“You taste delicious” You smirked as you licked her cum off your fingers. She looked at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk.

After you finished cleaning her off your fingers, you leaned down and captured her lips. She moaned as she tasted herself on your tongue. You took this time to position yourself over her entrance. You broke the kiss for a moment to grab a condom from your dresser, rolling it on your hardened shaft, and lining yourself up before capturing her lips again.

Slowly, you pushed yourself inside her. Jenna broke the kiss as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

You loved seeing her like this, so vulnerable. It was only for your eyes and you couldn’t get enough of it. You bottom out in her as she clenched around you at the feeling of you being deep in her.

“Shit” You hissed as a deep groan escaped your mouth.

Jenna’s eyes snapped to you as she watched your face twist in pleasure. She wanted that godly sent sound to escape your lips again.

“Pick me up” Jenna mumbled.

You obeyed her request and sat up on her your knees with her in your arms. You hooked your arms around the back of her knees and gripped her cheeks with your hands.

Instead of starting slow this time, your hips snapped into a quick pace. Nails dug into your shoulder blades making moon crescent-shaped indents. Your lips attached themselves to her collarbone, bruising up the area with love marks.

"F-F-Fuck Jah" Jenna cried out. Her hips bucked wildly as you hit the right spot inside her. Sweat cling to your forehead as you concentrated on bringing her into a blissful state. But there was something in the back of your head telling you this was wrong. But you ignored it and focused on the trembling woman in your arms.

I can definitely handle you…

A devilish smirk grew on your face. You were going to have fun with her tonight. You stopped your thrusts, much to her dismay. You laid her down back on the bed, her legs now resting on your shoulders. You interlock your fingers with hers and start going to town.

Jenna looked down at the sight of your stick, glistening from her arousal, disappearing inside of her. The knot in her stomach tightened and her walls fluttered around you, signaling how close she was. So naturally, your pace sped up to an inhuman one. Your headboard knocks against the wall.

“Yes, don’t stop!” Jenna sobbed.

A couple more thrusts and immediately Jenna saw stars. The knot in her stomach snapped and she arched into you once more, no sound escaping her lips as her second orgasm ripped through her harsher than the first one. She expected you to stop and let her catch her breath but you did the opposite. You kept thrusting into the girl, fucking her through her orgasm.

“W-W-Wait baby” She hissed as her eyes widen from you continuing. She removed her right hand from yours and pushed it against your pelvis, trying to get you to stop and let her catch her breath.

"Nah" You smirked.

Her legs fell from your shoulders, effectively giving you more access to go deeper. At the feeling of you being deeper, Jenna tried to scoot away from you.

"Nah, where you going?" You said. You flipped her onto her stomach. You pulled her ass towards you and you inserted yourself back into her before she could properly take a breath. A long dragged-out moan escaped her lips. Your hands gripped her hips, forcing the girl to move back onto you.

Jenna’s eyes slammed shut and she buried her face into the pillow. But a gasp was muffled by the pillow escaped her as you delivered a sharp hard thrust.

“Fuck!” Jenna screamed. You smirked as you delivered more sharp thrusts. Choked moans spilled from her mouth until she felt herself tremble. She was sent into another orgasm, her third one for the night.

“I can’t. I-I-I can’t baby” She sobbed as she tried running from you once more.

Your hand went around her throat and you pulled her up against you. You kissed her jawline as your other hand explored her body.

“Give me one more baby girl” Your voice dripped with lust. It was deeper and raspier which made Jenna swoon. You littered her neck with hickeys as she reached behind you and slid her fingers through your hair.

You started slow this last time, setting a smooth pace for both of you. Her heavenly pants went straight into your ear as she rested her head on your shoulder.

“You feel so good” You stated with a groan.

Her fourth and final orgasm was quickly approaching. You were almost there too, you wanted to cum together for the final one. Jenna knew you were close to exploding by the way your hands gripped her hips tighter. She purposely clenched around you which made you hiss and bury your face into her neck.

“Baby…look at…me” Jenna moaned.

You didn't want to look at her because you knew if you do, you'll be a goner. But Jenna wasn't having that, she tugged your hair and forced you to look at her. One look into her eyes had you gone, your hips stuttered as you felt yourself empty into the condom.

“Oh fuck” You groaned and gripped her hips tighter. You knew that was going to leave a bruise.

At the sight of you reaching your climax, Jenna cried out, incoherent words escaping her as she climaxed for the final time tonight. You held her close to you as she trembled in your arms. The two of you shared lazy kisses as you calmed down from tonight's activities. Both of you have tired smiles on your faces.

You pulled out her and she whined from the loss and overstimulation. You pulled the used condom off you, tied it up, and threw it into the trashcan beside your bed. The both of you laid back down on the bed. You lay on your back with your arm behind your head as Jenna cuddled up to your side. It wasn't long until Jenna's breath evened out, signaling that she was asleep and you were following her.

a/n: I also change my mind constantly on everything so the fans/public still don't know...yet cause I have a plan for that *insert evil smile*

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thanotaphobia · 7 months

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ménage à quatre

or, missa runs into tina on the way to see phil. and pac. and mariana. and-

CROSSPOSTED TO AO3

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Missa thinks he’s decent at being sneaky.

He at least doesn’t knock things over. Their new and improved underground base is well-lit despite the dark stone that makes up its walls, and Missa skirts the farms and chairs and chests with ease. Getting out isn’t so simple, but he’s nearly there. It’s nighttime, and while most people don’t always sleep through the night in this place, it’s easier to hide under the cover of darkness. Easier to get away with things, to see people. Missa also knows if he runs into anyone who isn’t his team or Phil that he’s absolutely dying, so going out at night is a necessary risk. Risk, because mobs, but once he reaches the meeting spot in the woods he and Phil had talked about, then he’ll be okay.

He misses Phil. With every aching beat of his heart, he misses him.

Missa hadn’t known how strong his feelings had run until they’d been separated like this. It was physically painful, like love had wrapped tendrils around his heart and gut, squeezing every time Phil pops into his head.

And so the occasional midnight rendezvous must happen. It has to happen, because otherwise Missa thinks he would die if he didn’t get to see his husband in a relatively safe, stress-free space.

Careful not to catch the attention of any of his teammates, Missa creeps through the base and watches every step. He doesn’t think they’d crucify him for it, but he doesn’t think they’d like it either. People have become different, and fast. Personalities have shifted and everyone, Missa thinks, has gotten a little more ruthless. Even Missa himself thinks it’s affecting him– although he tends to isolate instead of lash out. He’s frozen to death on beaches more than once, staring out at the ocean lost in thought until his eyes had clouded over and he’d woken up in their base with fingers stiff from cold. Others, though. BBH has a look in his eye every time Missa sees him, a look that makes him skirt around the man like he’s got the plague.

It’s unsettling. He hates feeling uncomfortable in what’s supposed to be a safe place. He hates sneaking around like this when he should just be able to see his husband whenever he wants– he hates it.

But it’s fine. He’s nearly out, anyway. He enters the darkest part of his exit, a long corridor, and hurries forward. Just another couple steps and–

“Oh!”

All the air is forced out of his lungs, half from terror and half from the collision. He bounces backwards into the cold stone wall and shrieks, then shoves a hand over his own mouth to stifle the sound. Across from him, there’s a thud and someone gasps. Missa blinks into the dark.

“Missa?” Tina says after a second of silence. He takes into stock what just happened– a warm body bumping into his, shorter but strong, and the strong scent of tea leaves and cool soil in the air. Tina. Just Tina.

“Sorry,” Missa says out loud after a second, lowering his hand from his mouth. Tina laughs, and Missa can’t see her very well in the dark as he pushes himself up off the wall. “I didn’t mean to–”

“No, it’s okay!” Tina says. They’re both whispering, but even then each word sounds like a gunshot in the tunnel. It reverbs, echoing around them and twisting in the air like smoke. “I didn’t expect you– oh, man, I fell down and dropped my bag, can you–”

“Yeah, one second,” Missa says, getting her intent instantly and dropping to his knees to feel around for the knapsack. “You okay?”

“Fine, thanks!” Tina giggles, high and breathy. Missa’s hand knocks against fabric and he grasps it triumphantly.

“Got it!” he says, raising his clenched fist into the air– only for it to come into contact with skin and bone, the crack echoing around them louder than their words had been.

Missa is almost impressed by how Pac doesn’t swear. He hears a thump as someone sits down, a soft hiss of breath, and then a long exhale.

“Oh my god,” Missa breathes, before he knows it’s Pac, “I’m so so sorry–”

“All good,” Pac grits out, and Tina gasps.

“Hey!” she says. “It’s like a party in here!”

“Are you bleeding?” Missa asks, and Pac mumbles an affirmative. The next thirty seconds is spent looking for a piece of cloth to hold to his nose, and they end up having to improvise with one of Tina’s shirt sleeves. “I’m so sorry,” Missa apologizes again. “Bro, bro, I swear I didn’t know you were there, I didn’t mean to, I was just getting Tina’s bag. I’m so sorry, man.”

“It’s dark,” Pac says, his voice slightly muffled and sounding as though he’s got a bad cold. “All good! All good, my friend.”

“What were you even doing down here?” Tina asks. She’s kneeling by Pac on the other side, and Missa has finally gotten used to the dark. They’re all mostly on the floor, staring around at one another– Missa can see the whites of their eyes, and that’s about it. It’s the strangest situation he’s been in for a while, honestly.

“Well, I was trying to leave,” Pac says, sniffling once and grunting in pain. “But, ah– you were here first.”

“Wait,” Missa says, blinking as he realizes something. “Tina, why were you here–”

And then someone lights a torch, the spark and resulting flame causing all three of them to cover their eyes or cry out. Missa blinks back tears from the sudden brightness and glances back– standing a few feet away is Mariana, torch held up as he stares at the three of them with an indignant expression.

“The fuck are you bitches doing?” he asks loudly, and despite their various states of distress, Missa, Tina, and Pac shush him quickly. Mariana goes quiet, pressing his lips together before stalking forward and crouching beside them. In the torchlight, Missa can see the blood on Pac’s nose now, and winces. “Why did none of you have a torch?” Mariana asks.

Tina hums. “That probably would’ve been a good idea.”

“Why are you here?” Pac asks. “Did you hear us?”

“No,” Mariana scoffs. “But I should’ve. I was going to see Slime–” He clearly didn’t mean to say it– his eyes widen a fraction and he snaps his mouth shut quickly, staring at the three of them before clearing his throat. “I meant, I was going to kill Slime.”

“We all know what you did in the fountain,” Pac says, his voice nasally but dry. “You know?”

Tina breaks out into big, bubbly laughter, heaving for air between gasps of breaths. She giggles, high-pitched and frantic, and Missa can’t help but snort either, covering his face with one hand. He can see Mariana between the bars of his fingers, and the way his face goes a bright, brilliant red.

“Yeah, well–” Mariana only stutters for a moment, composing himself and snapping. “What are you three doing anyway?”

“I was going to see Bagi,” Tina practically wails. She’s on her back on the floor, hair spread like a halo around her, and Missa thinks it’s a miracle she hasn’t passed out from laughing yet. Pac is laughing too, still pinching his nose but grinning and cackling. Missa bites his lip, then drags his hands down his face and comes out with the truth.

“Phil,” he says, cursing his husband’s name into his palms. “Phil and I–”

“I won’t say who I was going to see,” Pac says proudly, and Tina stops laughing at that. She sits up and points a finger at him.

“We all know about Fit, Pac! We know! Nothing is a secret!” Between her words she hiccups giggles. “This is so dumb, we’re all so dumb!”

Missa leans back against the stone wall of the tunnel and slumps, his knees slowly giving out until he’s sitting fully on the cold floor and staring at the rest of them slowly losing it. Tina and Pac are holding onto each other, giggling and rocking back and forth slightly, while Mariana is trying his hardest to look disgusted with them and notably failing to hide a smile. Missa lets out a breath and knocks his head back, covering his eyes with his elbow and snickering.

“Well, I’m going,” Mariana finally says, stepping over Missa’s outstretched legs and past Pac and Tina. He’s still got the torch in hand– the shadows against the wall stretch and warp with his movement, making the whole tunnel feel unsteady. He turns back. “I have a date to keep.”

“Oh gosh, so do I,” Tina gasps, finally getting a hold of herself and scrambling for her bag. Missa nudges it closer to her with one foot and she grins at him. “Thanks! Don’t want Bagi to be waiting up for me.”

“Have fun on your date,” Missa says, mouth a little dry. “Dates.”

“You too,” Tina chirps, standing up and slinging her bag over her back.

“Wait, I need to get up too,” Pac says, and he and Missa stand together, gripping each other’s shoulders and arms as they do. His nose has, for the most part, stopped bleeding.

“Sorry again,” Missa says apologetically.

Pac grins and shakes his head. “No biggie.”

“Are you coming?” Mariana calls. The shadows have gotten longer and the light dimmer as he’d started walking away, but he waits now near the end of the tunnel, looking back at the three of them with mild irritation. “Or can I ditch you all yet?”

“Oh be quiet Mariana,” Tina says, catching up with him easily. They both wait for Missa and Pac, which makes something warm blossom in his chest where the cold has sat so easily the past few days. “We can go together now, as long as we stay away from Bad!”

“That would be not good,” Pac mutters, glancing back. Missa winces.

“We’ve gotten this far,” he says.

“This far without waking the guard dog,” Tina says, and they all make their way the last little bit out into the faint light of the stars. Around them the air is cold and crisp, and it takes Missa’s breath away. For a minute they all stand there, taking in the sight of the moon glistening across the oil-slick sea, light refracting off the ice and snow and making the whole world a soft, delicate shade of blue. Even the light from Mariana’s torch doesn’t last, barely casting out onto the pockmarked and scarred beach ahead of them.

“Well,” Missa says, equipping some gloves. He doesn’t want to stand here for too long. He wants to see Phil. The ache is back, something about the sight in front of him and the people beside him making his heart ultra aware of Phil’s absence. He thinks of Phil, worrying about him being late; he thinks of Phil laughing when he hears what delayed him. “See you in the morning, guys.”

“Hey, Missa?” He glances over at Mariana, who sticks his torch down into the sand and shoves his hands into his pockets, nonchalant. “Do you want to go together? Might be easier. Mobs and stuff.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea! Pac, let’s go together!” Tina chirps, and Pac nods with a smile. She grabs his hand and he lets her.

“Sure,” Missa says, a little startled. “That’s– yeah, yeah. Okay.”

“Okay,” Mariana says. “Bye, guys.”

Pac and Tina wave as they deploy their separate boats, hopping in beside one another and parting into the cold, choppy sea. Mariana drives, Missa sitting passenger, and he stares out over the ocean as they leave their team base behind them in the cold. When he looks over at Mariana, the other man is staring out across the horizon in front of them, hands gripping the wheel of the boat and a strange look on his face. When he notices Missa looking, he glances over and catches his eye.

“What’s the matter?” Missa asks.

“Bad Boy Halo totally was watching us leave,” Mariana says, dead serious, and that is finally what sends Missa into hysterical laughter.

#qsmp #q!missa #q!tina #q!pactw #q!mariana #pissa #bagina #fitpac #slimariana #team soulfire #qsmp blue team #they're in a comedy #actually #my writing

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chelleztjs18 · 11 months

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Choices (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Wanda met you by chance and yet she has a choice to make.

Warning: Angst.. Cheating (i'm not sure to put it as cheating fic or implied cheating), swearing words.

A/n: Hello peeps! Here's more angst for you. I hope you like it! Happy reading!

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“Are you happy?” Three little words of a question that are simple but complicated at the same time for Wanda. Nobody asked her that question but her, to herself. Everytime the question echoes in her mind and heart, it scares her. She doesn’t have the answer to it, or perhaps she does but she is trying hard to avoid the real answer.

With no doubt, she is grateful to have a beautiful family with Vision. Been with him for a little over a decade, got married for a few years and were blessed with two wonderful sons. It was a picture perfect life. Friends and family kept telling how lucky she is with her life now. Some even straight up told her that they were envious of her happy life and wished they had the life that Wanda has.

Everybody knows Wanda and Vision has a perfect family but nobody knows how she really feels. To Wanda, theoretically, she should be happy. The truth is, she is struggling.

Struggling internally alone for years wasn’t easy at all for her. Battling the depression she has and fighting all the intrusive thoughts is exhausting for her. Nobody knows how she has been feeling unheard and unappreciated by Vision. No one knows how hard headed he is. Wanda feels alone in this so-called happy marriage, so alone.

Wanda is in a deep secret hollow in need of happiness in her and she never tells a soul about it. Despite all of the problems she has with her depression and Vision, deep down, she also knows she is very attracted to women and she wants a happy life with the one she loves someday.

It’s unavoidable that sometimes Wanda hates herself for even wishing to leave everything to have the dream life. It all feels worse as a huge boulder of guilt puts extra weight in her heart. Wanda wants to give up. Sometimes she can no longer find her will to live.

Then, you came. It all started with a simple conversation starter in her inbox, being the friendly person she is, Wanda replied. You two instantly had a magical connection. Messages after messages, turned into more conversations. You and Wanda grew close together. Wanda was lost until she found her again in you.

Friendly words turn to personal. Love words and pet names were all over you and Wanda. Just like a strong magnetic pull, you two are attracted to each other. Strong feelings make both of you get to know each other closer and better. What she and you have was innocent but not for so long.

Before you two know it, it turned into an insatiable desire. A heated affair yet full of love and care starts to form. You and Wanda have been secretly together for almost a year and rent a place where you both always spend time together whenever there is a chance. It was beautiful. You make her smile. Wanda finally feels happy and she feels appreciated by you that she started to love herself again.

You are the perfect definition of who Wanda has been wanting and dreaming off all these years and you see such a soul in her. Wanda falls for you and so do you.

You are all she has been thinking about and you can't run away either from the fact that you want her all the time. You care about Wanda so deeply, all you want for her is for her to be happy. You know you can treat her better than he does and you do. You have been giving her what she deserved and Wanda wants to do the same thing to you. Her feelings for you get deeper and deeper.

Maybe she thinks she fell for you just a tiny bit but she knows that that tiny bit was strong enough to make her want to be with you.

The urge in her to have a life with you grows. You are not immune to it either by now. Both of you keep talking and imagining how lovely it would be to be able to have the dream life together. The dream was flawless and of course made you and Wanda smile endlessly.

It was pure heaven for you, until you started to want her just for yourself. You started to get jealous of Vision. Whenever you are not with Wanda, you wish you were him so you can be with her. You started to wish that you were not just someone in the dark. You started to want to be able to tell people that you are hers and she is yours. It started to bother you more and more but at the same time, you know all of this is not right. She’s a married woman, she has a family. It has been an issue in your subconscious but you tried to ignore it.

The more you spend time with her the stronger your feelings for her and the bigger the urge to call her yours. It has been the talk between you and her every here and there. Sometimes it leads to little arguments and the word “need some space” has been mentioned a few times. With no doubt, Wanda disagrees. She loves you, she doesn’t want to be away from you. Even the idea of it and not talking with you hurt her.

Until one day, you can’t take it anymore.

"You need to understand, Wanda. This is hard for me. My feelings for you get stronger. The stronger it gets, the more jealous I am of your husband. He gets to be you everyday, touches you or just simply being around you. What about me?" You explained frustratedly yet still in calm manners.

It wasn't the first time but it still hits her when she hears that you are jealous of him. She knows it hurts you. Wanda stuttered a little when she was about to answer you but the short silence was enough for you to jump into your own conclusion.

“I understand, y/n. This–"

"Do you, Wanda?" You cut her sentences.

"This is as hard for me as it is to you. I love you, I want you and I value you. You are so precious and special. I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me.” Wanda swallows the lump in the back of her throat after her ramble. She tries to hold back her tears.

“Then choose me, Wanda.” suddenly the thing you want to ask her the most slips out of your lips and just like that a bigger and more intense argument started. You and Wanda started to raise your voices at each other.

“You know I would choose you in a heartbeat, over and over again if Vision and I don’t have the boys. I would never leave my sons.” an explanation and argument flowed out at the same time in her response. Her two hands shoved her hair back away from her face frustratedly.

“I would never ask you to choose me over your kids. I understand your position as a mom. You deserve better than him, Wanda. I would treat you the best. I will always make you and the boys happy. I care about you, I love you. Choose me over him.” you pour your emotions out. Your and Wanda’s heart start to beat faster as everything feels more emotional.

Wanda’s lips are slightly open. She is speechless. She knows she wants to leave Vision for you but she is worried if the divorce will take effect on Billy and Tommy. Her eyes slowly turn glossy. Her heart wrenches when she sees how sad you look right now. She never wants to be the reason for your sadness.

Your heart aches hearing her silence. “You have no idea, Wanda, I wish everyday that I was him so I can be with you all the fucking time. All of our conversations about our dreamy life together and what we imagine, it messes my mind because I know that I’m always yours but you are never mine.” Your hand gestures show your frustration even though your voice starts to calm down and your tone is softer by now yet full of emotions. Your chest rises up and down after the long words you said. Your body feels leaden.

Wanda walks closer to you as her hands cup your cheeks, her green eyes look deep into yours. Tears start to fill her eyes. “Y/n, my sweet, I’m yours. You know, I’m all yours. You are all I think about everyday, detka.” Oh the feelings of her soft touches almost got you again but you try to fight it and her soft whispering voice is not making it easy. Then you remember what's bothering you the most.

You pull your face away from her hands as you walk a step back from her. “Yeah, but it’s not right. All of these are not right.” Her stomach churned and her hope disintegrated when she saw you move away from her touch, the touch that you always tell her that it’s your favorite thing in this world.

Wanda furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Y/n, a few minutes ago you asked me to leave him and now you say everything we have is not right?! You are all over the place. I don’t understand.” Tensions start to grow back second by second.

“I know, Wanda! I know. It has been a battle in my mind lately. I want you for myself but I know I can’t but I’m jealous. I don’t fucking now. All I know, I can’t do this anymore, Wanda. I love you but I just can’t. I’m leaving.” You can’t believe what you just said.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. Her heart shattered. Oh if a broken heart has a sound, you would hear it. “Are you breaking up with me?” she asked and her voice sounds shaky. Her lower lips quivered. You know that she is going to cry and it hurts you. You were right, with one blink she did, her tears rolling on her cheeks.

You close your eyes for a little bit in trying to erase the image of her crying as you take a deep painful breath. "This is gonna be hard for both of us, Wanda, but it's for the best."

You grab your stuff and car key as Wanda watches you preparing to leave.

As you walk you steps out of the house, her soft hand grabs your wrists. "Y/n, please don't leave me. Please. I can’t imagine that we don’t talk or see and not be with each other." She begs with a cry.

As soon as you see her cry, your instinct is to calm her down. You pull her into a hug, for the last time. Wanda breaks a sobbing cry. “I’m sorry.” You crumbled inside.

“No, I’m sorry for putting you into this situation. I’m sorry I caused you pain when I should have brought you peace. Please detka, don’t leave me. We will be so happy together, I promise.” Wanda’s tears soak your shoulder. Her throat thickened with sobs.

“Maybe in another universe or life.” That's all you can say right now.

You leave a goodbye kiss on her forehead then leave right after you let go of your embrace. Everything feels like a knife in your heart. Sorrow shredded you inside. With a heavy heart, you drive away. You never want everything that you have with her to end up like this. Despite the fact that you broke up with her, you still love her. You even think that you would never be able to fully move on from her.

You don’t know how you will get through all this, all you know is it's for the best. You tried to stay as long as you could. You understand her position but you can’t bear the pain anymore and you are trying to save both of you from more of it. You know that it's not fair to you and her marriage with Vision.

Wanda watches you slowly disappear into distances. She could hardly move as tear drops kept falling. “I love you, my sweet. Always.” she whispers as if she wishes that your heart would hear it.

Since then, Wanda has been in a deep sad state. Her heart lives in constant pain, emotionally and even physically. Her heart broke into pieces yet they are all patched with a band of loneliness. Torment seems like it permanently claws her heart. Wanda feels so lost. She feels like she went back to square one after the break up, even worse. She misses you so much, your care, presence, sweet words and your corny jokes. Once again, she forgot how to smile. Every single breath she takes, it hurts. Wanda understands the reasoning behind your actions and she knows that the only thing she can do is to accept it even though she knows she wouldn’t be able to move on from you.

You are as struggling as Wanda does. You never thought it would be this hard but you are determined, at least you try to be.

You fully knew that there will be a lot of things that will remind you of her. You know her like the back of your hand. Things that she loves or hates. No matter what, you will always remember how easily she blushes from your words, those little giggles she does everytime you tease her neck with your kisses. The rushes of feelings you have whenever she lands her soft touches on you. You will never forget how her green eyes playfully give the puppy dog eyes whenever she tries to get what she wants from you and of course you could never say no to them.

Both of you are struggling to keep your heads up from drowning in the memories you had together.

A day feels like a year. Days turn to weeks and surely shift to months. A year does not come without any difficulties to the both of you.

_____

You answer your door and you feel like you have been struck by lightning. Your eyes rounded. Your heart skips a beat and you even stutter when you call her name. “W-Wanda? Uh–Wh-what are you doing here?” You and Wanda always know each other's address, even before the affair started but both of you agreed to scratch them out of the meeting spots list.

You never thought you would see her beautiful face again nor see her standing right in front of your door with a bouquet of the same exact flowers you two used to have at the rented house before. Her smile, it feels like a soothing touch to your crumpled heart.

Wanda was hesitant at first to visit you, knowing how determined you are, she thought you probably moved to a different place by now. As luck would have it, you still live there.

“Hello y/n. I'm sorry that I came here unannounced. I tried to call or text but you never answered me but I really need to tell you something.” She greets nervously, you can even see pride,fear, sadness and happiness all at once. She tries to swallow down her nervousness. Her eyes blink a few times. You still remember how she is whenever she is nervous.

“Hi Wanda. It's–it's okay. I uh- I.. Wait, what-what do you need to tell me?” you are struggling forming your words. Are you happy to see her? Of course! Deep down, you miss her but you have been trying hard to kick that thought out for the last whole year yet you don’t realize that your cheeks blush. Your stomach does somersaults, your legs feel weak.

Her eyes sparkling as she looked at you in awe. Wanda still looks at you with the eyes that want you. Awkward tension roaming freely between you two. Wanda wants to hug you so badly. She scans you quickly until she hears you clear your throat.

“Oh well, I.. I don’t know where to start but uh I’m here to let you be the first person to know. that I filed a divorce, so uh–well, so I can be with you. I’m sorry it took a little while but I’m back. I’m here for you, for us. I chose you over him.” The more words she said, the more nervous she got. An anxious smile shows up slowly. One of her hands squeezes the strap of her purse that's on her shoulder. Wanda is thinking what’s with the pause of your response and the silence.

“Say something, detka.” Wanda vaguely demands, her mind starts to worry instantly.

“I don’t–I don’t know what to say. It–”

Wanda quickly interrupts your words. Her anxiety gets the best of her.

“Isn’t it what you always wanted, y/n?” Her heartbeat doubled in speed by now, her voice is getting shaky. Her throat tightened.

As you are going to answer her, another interruption shows up.

“Babe, who is it? What took you so long?” A redhead shows up asking curiously as she opens the door wider.

Just like that, Wanda feels the worst heartache in her life. It’s more painful than the one she felt last year when you broke up with her. It felt like a dagger stabs right through her chest and a barb wire wrap to her heart, clawing into it deep and was left bleeding to the last drop. It takes a split second for Wanda to find out the fact that you are with someone else.

How could she do this? Is the only thought she had right now. Wanda doesn’t know that your relationship with Natasha is only two weeks old. She wouldn’t care about it, all she knows is that you found a new love. Wanda doesn’t know anymore which feeling is worse; Not seeing you at all or seeing you but not being with you.

The wounded heart that was numb can feel again, but it’s agony that’s all it can feel. You hear her take a quick shaky breath. Just from everything that happened and that you saw through Wanda’s eyes or face expression, you can feel the pain.

Her pain doubles what’s yours. A full year of trying hard to move on from her yet subconsciously waiting for her to tell you the exact news she told you just now but it never came until today when you are already with somebody else.

Watching her eyes slowly swim in tears and silently jump back and forth between you and the red haired woman feels like a sledgehammer hits your stomach over and over again.

“Oh, she is uh, she came here to–” you internally curse yourself right now. Why on earth you can’t form any full sentences. You never tell Natasha about Wanda, let alone about the relationship you two had. A few different kinds of emotions and feelings melt and smother your heart and mind. You feel terrible now. To who? Both of them but mostly to Wanda.

“To ask if any of you see my dog. He–he ran away to catch a squirrel and I saw he ran this way to your house.” Wanda came to the rescue with a heavy heart. It’s obvious and painful for you to see how hard she tries to keep herself together and not to cry.

“A dog? I don’t think we have seen any dogs around. Do you have pictures of him? Oh, I’m Natasha by the way and this is my girlfriend, y–” Natasha answers, looks confused but she suspects nothing.

“Y/n, she told me her name before and yes I have his picture. His name is Sparky. My sons love them so much. Someone close to me helped me name him.” Wanda continues and shows her dog’s picture on her phone. She steals glances at you when Natasha is focused on Wanda’s phone.

You remember the day you and Wanda adopted Sparky for the boys. Her laugh still sounds so clear in your memory when you pitch Sparky as the idea for the names because of his frizzy fur as if he just got a spark of electricity wave.

“Aww he is so cute. No wonder you look so sad.” Natasha doesn’t pay attention to anything else but the pictures.

“My sweet.” Wanda calls you with the pet names she used to call you very softly that Natasha can’t hear but loud enough for your brain and heart to dig some more memories of Wanda that live rent free in your mind.. You loved it every time she called you that. Surprisingly, it still does the same effect to you now as it did to you before. The way Wanda’s eyes adore you while she is in such pain is not helping at all.

Eye contacts were locked the whole time between you and Wanda. Natasha’s voice finally pulls back your attention and Wanda looks away as soon as you break it..

“Well, You can leave your number and we will let you know if we see Sparky.” your girlfriend suggests.

“Y/n has my number.” Wanda’s quick awkward glance visits your eyes one more time.

“Oh awesome! And what’s your name again?” Natasha asks with a smile.

“Sorry, where are my manners, I’m Wanda. Nice to meet you, I appreciate your help.” the Sokovian brunette replies and offers her hand to Natasha for a friendly handshake then to you.

Unexpectedly, you still feel the indescribable feelings you always get every time you feel her hand touch you. The softness of her touch is addictive for you. You always want more of it. You never get enough of her and everything else about her. “You two make a very cute couple.” Wanda shows a fake smile as she compliments you and Nat.

You know how hurtful it is for Wanda to say it because somehow it hurts you too when you hear it. Natasha thanked her but your lips refuse to do so.

You notice her fake smile slowly turns to sad frown as Wanda turns around. You watch her heavy steps she takes to walk away from you and it makes you realize how hard it must’ve been for Wanda to watch you leave a year ago.

Wanda feels like she’s walking on a broken glass path, it hurts her in every step she takes. Her heart feels empty and numb. She feels so lost. Her heart beats in agony. She feels every part of her is tightly wrapped in a painful blanket that she can’t take it off and it’s sucking the life out of her.

Wanda throws away the flower, she wishes it can be that easy to throw away all of her feelings and all the sweet memories with you but she knows she can’t. You are very special and meant a lot to her. No matter what, she loves you. You have been the reason for her to remember how to smile again, to be happy. She knows that her heart belongs to you even though it would be hard for her to move on. Wanda doesn’t know how but all she knows, she wished that she chose you sooner.

Her heart still hopes for miracle and waits for you in spite of the painful truth she just found out.

You watched Wanda drive away. Internally, you are worried about her driving in her current state of mind and heart.

_____

A few hours have passed, Wanda has occupied your mind the whole time. You can’t focus on watching the show with Natasha.

You are worried about Wanda. What happened today hit you hard and made you realize that deep down you still care about her. You still love her.

You wonder what's on Wanda's mind about you and Natasha but you haven’t realized that deep down you hope that Wanda doesn't misunderstand that you two live together.

Seeing her again a year after definitely tore down the wall around your heart so easily. You thought that you had moved on from her but you were served a plate of truth that the feelings for her are still there. No matter how hard you try, Wanda always has that huge special spot in your heart.

The moment Wanda told you that she chose you over Vision and left him for you was really a surprise for you, it’s not that you doubt how much Wanda loves you but it’s because you know how big of a step it is for her to do.

Your heart keeps commanding you to grab your phone but your brain fights it and barks orders to you to put it down everytime you do so. Until this one last time, you unlock your phone and search for Wanda’s name in your contacts. You are staring at her name on your phone screen, having this huge urge to tap the message button but you don’t know what to do. Your heart begs you to do it because it knows who it wants you to choose.

“Hello you…” Wanda quickly wiped her tears, her heart racing from her emotions as soon as she read your text. She smiles in her cry. This time the tears that slowly fill her eyes are tears of happiness. She recognizes the greetings, the one that you always do everytime you see or talk to her. Your smile everytime you say it comes vividly in her mind. She still feels butterflies in her stomach as she quickly replies.

No matter what, the feelings are strong, both of you have been the main choice to each other this whole time.

A/n: Welp, that's all from me for today. I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. Follow me for more!

Cheerio!

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pandorasfavorite · 6 months

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Hi Emma! Can I pls have Dom x Fem reader that's super fluffy but no smut and can you make it so that it relates to the song Heather by Conan gray? Like maybe something where reader likes Dom but thinks that he likes Rhea Ripley more? Thank you.

Forever yours

AN: can't even begin to REGISTER this heartbreak. (not a ship thing btw^^^^)

What is something that breaks your heart?

What breaks my heart is

What destroys me is

will I ever get over the heartbreak that is...

You groan loudly and lay your head on the cold table, letting the chill press your forehead. Your fingers run through your hair and tug at the roots, just barely letting yourself feel something. The thoughts of him swirl in your brain like they do every day and every hour. And you swore you wouldn't get attached to the possibility of Dominik Mysterio.

But God in the moment it felt more than a possibility, his hand brushing against yours and his cheeks getting pink; the nervousness in his voice that was rarely there any other time. The way Dominik was a gentleman and so connected to everyone was appealing. And it's not like you haven't known him for years, you both came into The Judgment Day together, hand in hand, hearts entwined. YOUR heart is entwined with a fantasy. You fell in love with Dominik Mysterio and you stayed that way for 3 years, longing after a man that didn't even register your loving gestures and looks.

It was almost instant the way Rhea stepped into Dominik's life. Day by day Dominik slipped further away from you, forgetting you in the shadows to be with her. She touched his arm and his face lit up like never before, nothing like when he was with you.

Your breath hitched and you couldn't stop the soft sniffles when you curled further up into yourself. More images of Dominik flicker in your brain but only seconds later the picture of Rhea holding onto came back into view. You sit up and snap your eyes open, moving to your scratched-up paper only to crumble it up and throw it into a pile.

You can't even write down their names side by side, let alone face the reality every day but you have to. Your hands are shaking and your cheeks are tear-stained and red.

"Hey!", the door bangs open startling you. Frantically you wipe your face and turn towards the energetic voice, Dominik himself. Despite your attempts, Dominik could tell you've been crying, his smile drops and his eyebrows furrow together in worry for his best friend. He steps closer and speaks softly, "What happened?", you don't answer lost in a daze feeling the urge to scream and cry at the simple question. "Chica, what is it?", he kneels in front of you taking your hands into his from where he's sitting.

You blink rapidly, pushing back the salty tears, and you shake your head from side to side refusing to speak. Even if you tried, your throat was closing up with every attempt and your lip trembled in emotion you could hardly contain. But he gives you that God-forsaken look, his pleading look that could convince you to go to hell and back for him.

"I -, I can't stand-".

"Everything okay?", her voice rings through the room and Dominik instantly drops your hands; pulling away when you need him most. He just looks up at you one more time and all you do is nod, submission to losing him. Rhea nods unsure but nevertheless, she speaks to Dom, "We got to go Dom Dom", she says assertive in her smooth voice that could convince anyone of anything. Dominik looks at her and then back to you, hesitating on what to do. He stands up and pushes the stray hairs away from your face without a word before walking away with Rhea.

The door clicks shut and you shut your eyes tightly but only for a moment. You turn back to the desk and pull out another sheet of paper.

Dear Dominik,

You once asked me, "What's something that breaks your heart?". Every day I answer that question repeatedly in my head and my heart feels heavy knowing you're the answer.

I remember the times we spent together and then I see you with her, reliving our memories in a happier way. How could I be mad at you? At her? I'm not mad, I wish I was the one that you hug, kiss, think about, and love.

But I watch your eyes as she walks by, the way you're captivated by her, in love with her. If only you knew how much I wished I was Rhea.

I think I'll miss you forever.

Sincerely,

Yours.

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio fanfiction #dom dom #dominik mysterio x you #dominik mysterio fluff #wwe #dominik my bbg #dominik mysterio x reader #Dominik Mysterio x reader angst

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sea-of-dust · 23 days

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Joker,Akechi,Futaba,Haru x GN!Reader

You made a doll out of them, time to make them think they're one with it

N: I need those idv skins bro every ask is 5 bucks/heavy j. This post shall multiply my luck by 10 fold no 100 fold!!! I WILL GET FUTABA I WILL GET HARU I WILL GET FUTABA I WILL GET HARU RAAAAA

"That doesn't look like me" you pick up the doll and widen it's arms "where my hug at?" Imatating his voice, he goes to wipe his eyes, hitting his glasses, yet still doing the gesture. "Son?"

He would smush his face, twiddle with its hair, all the gestures you'd do to him. "Is my face really this smushable?" He pinches the cheeks of the doll. "Yea" you pinch his actual cheeks

He'd actually treat it like his son. "Why are you doing his laundry?" The doll stares at you with a towels wrapped around its head and waist it's clothes swashing around in a small kids washing machine. "Where did you even get that?" "A friend sent me an address on where to find em" it's silent as you watch the washing machine whirr. "Sooo" "soon I'll teach how to do it himself" he goes to wipe his eyes, only to hit his glasses again and still going through with the gesture.

Don't make him new clothes...either of them. His first thoughts when you show him the dolls new outfit is ask where to find the human sized versions. "It's just clothes you already have" you put headphones around the dolls neck "I don't have those" you find them instantly showing them to him. ".." "you can match with him" he would send you pictures of him smiling wider than a cartoon character with a matching outfit to the doll

Morgana would accidently talk to the poor doll instead of him. "He's so werid right mini joker?" The doll stares into oblivion "I know right" he'd have deep conversations with that doll, you accidently made Morgana a ride or die partner

"How amusing" you show him the doll holding it up by its hands. "It's you" "it isn't it dosent have any physical resemblance to me" you look at the doll and look back at him. "I think this is your long lost good twin"

He'd stare at it if you weren't in the room. It's soulful little eyes it's little smile. "Akechi why are you in a roll of tape?" He turns thinking your speaking to him only to see you pull his imposter out of the tape.

He'd wouldn't interact with it much besides tying it to celling fans, eventually he did examine it. The attention to detail was top notch, the parting of his hair the details on his clothes. He caught himself smiling at these features. "I see you're growing fond of him" he almost throws it but instead hides it behind his back. "I don't know what you're talking about"

You can't be away from minikechi, the life sized one would bring pictures of you three. Either to use as proof as you mearly breathing near the doll, or because he misses you and the doll was just in frame. "I wasn't touching him" he smirks "really now?" "Yea really" he pulls out a picture of the doll falling on your face. "He fell on me that's gravity"

He's gonna open a seam at one point. Maybe a lot depending on the saw traps he gets put through. He takes this as an opportunity to try and learn how to sew. "Okay wear this" you place a thumb cap over his finger. "What's this?" "It's so you don't poke yourself" he'd take what he's learned from you fixing the doll and minor clothing repairs to "pay you back" by fixing torn things that could be fixed via stich. Would complain after and that's how you know he did it. "That took too long for just a few stitches" "don't use a whole wingspan worth of string next time"

"NOOOOOOO" her scream of anguish would have vibrated the house "I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT" "right about what?" "REN SAID YOU CAME INTO HIS ROOM AT MIDNIGHT TO STEAL MY HAIR AND PUT IT IN A DOLL" "I wasn't there for your hair" "oh" "I was there for answers he forgot to send them to me so I put whipped cream on his hand"

She loves it, convinced to make it a tiny ufo. She'd look up a little too many paper 3d sites to make one, finally finding one and barely able to put it together, she had to call the one person she knew!! "INARI!!" "I'm a painter, I'm afraid I may only be able to help with design and not overall structure" he still comes over to help tho

UFO SET UP, mini futaba put in! Yusuke praising it to God, and the mini futaba totally not being held up by string so she doesn't stress out the paper (suggested by you) "it's cute" your famous last few words before seeing a white spot on the ufo "oh you missed a spot-" "INARI NO"

She'd try to make her own doll of you. "3d printing y/n!!" She giggles to herself as she stitches carefully around the dolls head, she's continue to hype herself up, and then come to leblank like a zombie

The doll replaces her at video calls. Sojiro calling? "Dolltaba speaking!" "Can you tell Ren to get up" "Okey doki!" Sojiro had to get used to it, not like he could tell her to stop either she just went harder taping a printed paper with her face onto the doll so she could keep using it for Webcams.

"Really?" Her eyes widen when the doll looks at her. Touching its features. As long as she doesn't look down you can convince her the doll and her share consciousness

You'd catch her trying to tone her skills with it. "Haru?" "Yes?" "Why are you glaring at the doll like that?" "To practice my skills" she stares even harder at the mini haru. "You're gonna pop a vein" "all in a days work" without a secound of hesitation you speak up once again "are you trying to explode her with your mind?" Her eyes widen, her head nearly snapping to you and back at the doll staring even harder. "Alright that's enough no mind explosions" "but y/n!" "You don't have powers"

"Would you like tea?" The dolls 1000 yard stare answered for it l, you pouring it pretend tea. "Truely a spleaded tea party" "indeed" you both extend your pinkeys to a painful degree. You two would enjoy actual snacks while leaving nothing for a doll, this would sadden her. "We should buy doll food" "Haru her mouth is string how is she gonna eat?" "Are you familiar with the plastic food for kids toys?" Finally the doll could join in being an estimened guest

There's hair matienece..for both. At the same time. "You have more curls than a lala loopsey doll" you carefully comb its hair "I should stop using yarn" finish it up with a plastic hairclip that totally wasn't from a discount store and she'd nearly instantly ask for the same thing. She'd come to school with a diffrent sweater to match the hair pieces making Ryuji think she had been switched with ghost

The only person with a near perfect condition doll. Because she keeps mini haru in a case. "Haru I appreciate the fact you care to keep her clean, but she's being held hostage" "your right.." You sigh, thinking she's agreed with you. "I'll need to buy her a home!" Your eyes shoot open, too late now you're already assembling mini Haru her own home. Atleast she lives rent-free

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loveing-eyes · 1 year

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Hey it’s me again! Thank you for calling me nice I appreciate it

I was wondering if you could do a request with Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and maybe Iida if you write for him x reader separately where the reader takes a hit for them and the reader gets injured in a fight against villains or something. Maybe the reader is knocked out or down for the count but not dead.

I hope that makes sense. Thank you so much I really appreciate it.

-💕

yeah of course btw love the idea and thank you for the request

katsuki bakugou

• he turned his back to deal with toga when you saw him well it was one of dabis fire balls headed straight for bakugou you pushed him out of the way both of you missing the ball of fire but you did not missing toga's syringe and getting stabbed with the knife plunged into your stomach

•bakugou hit her with an explosion as she ran off and you fell to the ground clutching your abdomen

•bakugou for once stopped being pissy about stuff applying pressure to your stomach as you started coughing up blood

•he picked you up trying to keep pressure on the gaping wound the best he could

• full of worry the entire time you were with recovery girl

• the moment he was allowed to see you he ran in instantly wrapping his arms around you

• he was so scared you wouldn't make it with how much blood you had lost so seeing you ok helped him

shoto todoroki

• he had barely turned around for a second to try help izuku and he turns back and your on the ground choking

• to say his heart stopped for a second is a understatement he felt his heart break as blood dripped out of your mouth

• he instantly ran at you so fast it made tenya jealous

•he stared at the gaping wound on your stomach almost feeling your pain "i-i need to cauterize it" he whispered taring at you and the way you just looked like you were in so much pain it physically hurt him to lay his hand on the wound using his quirk to burn it so the bleeding would stop- or slow down

• when he lifted his hand he saw noticaebly less blood oozing out so he took you in his arms running to find help

•you two were in a hospital when you woke up the was a complete mess hev was worried he made it worse and you would hate him for burning you

•he told you what you did and he understood if you wanted to stop talking

•you made him hug you you quite literally almost died and would have died if it wasn't for him and you would neer admit it happened cause toga was throwing a knife at the back of his head and you jumped infront of it

izuku midoriya

•this man GLANCED away for a millisecond and your arm was on fire and dabi looked like he wasn't done

•man all you did was move infront of deku not even on purpose

•both of you were screaming which got the attention of shoto who quickly made an ice wall while you and Deku tried to but out the fire

•you got it out and somehow had minimal damage

• for obvious reasons he stll drug you to recovery girl

•never thought that would happen

•mans was happy it wasnt a grave injury and kept trying to give you an over the top amount of affection trying to make up for it when he realized it hanpped cause you covered him

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hi anon thank you for the request I know i probably butchered this horribly uh I apologize part two tomorrow though

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lonesome-witching · 12 days

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Tell Me Something Nice

Apparently people love some angst occasionally, because I have been asked to write some. And it won't be the last time. This one does feature a heavily injured Nancy.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Robin stared for a moment. She wasn’t sure what to do. Nancy was the one who took charge. Nancy was the one who knew what to do in these kinds of situations. Robin didn’t. She needed Nancy to tell her what to do.

But Nancy wouldn’t tell her what to do. Not right now. Not as she was bleeding into the cracked wood of the Upside Down Creel house. There was blood everywhere and it was making Robin sick.

“Rob–“ Nancy creaked out.

And that was enough for Robin to come back to herself. She jumped into action, falling down next to Nancy’s body. She took a deep breath. There was blood creeping towards Robin’s knees, and it worried her.

“Okay, Nance, I’m going to get you out of here.” Robin’s hands reached for Nancy, hesitating. She was unsure where to put her hands as to not hurt Nancy. There wasn’t a single spot where she wouldn’t hurt her.

So, she conceded. She pushed her arms under Nancy’s back, picking her up and instantly feeling the blood drip down her hands. Nancy groaned.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just need to get you out of here. There is no other way,” Robin rambled. She kept talking as she stood up, holding Nancy in her arms. She kept apologizing so she wouldn’t hear the pained noises coming out of Nancy’s mouth.

She hated the sound of it. She hated the feel of it. She hated the worry that squeezed her heart. She couldn’t lose Nancy. She wouldn’t lose Nancy.

“Robin?” Nancy sounded weak. Her voice soft and broken. It pained Robin to hear it.

“Yeah, Nance.”

“Can you… tell me…”

“Tell you what?”

“Anything. Something nice.”

Robin thought about it. She wasn’t sure what she could possibly tell her. Her mind was filled with pain and suffering.

“Please,” Nancy sighed.

“Alright, I’m just thinking about it. It’s hard to think right now.”

Nancy almost smiled. A small little thing. Barely noticeable. But Robin noticed it.

“Would you believe me if I said these past few days were some of the happiest of my life?”

“No,” Nancy replied. Her eyes were hooded.

“Well, it’s true. Before this entire circus I didn’t have any friends. At least no real friends. Instead, I just stared from a distance. At all those people who had friends. At you.”

“No,” Nancy said, trying to shake her head.

“Yes,” Robin disagreed.

“No friends.”

“You had Steve and his braindead friends. And Jonathan. And–“ Robin stopped herself. “Anyway, whether you had friends or not, I still stared at you. You were mesmerizing. And these past few days I finally got to know you. I always thought you were going to be a priss. But you’re not. You’re quite the opposite.”

“Full of… surprises,” Nancy smiled.

“Yeah exactly.” Robin quickened her pace. “Getting to know you was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Nancy’s hand fell down, hanging limp as her eyes finally closed all the way. The smile had gone.

“Nance?”

There was no reaction. The silence merely stretching out around them. Robin had never liked the silence. It was one of the many reasons why she talked as much as she did. When it was to quiet, her mind would start racing and the words would tumble out.

“Nancy?”

Still nothing. Robin started running. There was nothing else to do. She couldn’t be far from the Eddie’s place. Unless she had gotten lost. She hoped she hadn’t gotten lost.

“Nancy? Please, say something. Please, anything. Nance, I can’t lose you. Stay with me. Nancy… I love you.”

She kept talking as she ran to the gate. She kept running until she was able to drop Nancy on the other side. Steve drove her to the hospital. Robin sat in the backseat, stroking Nancy’s hair. She sobbed the whole way to the hospital. She continued crying as she waited for news. Someone had told Karen Wheeler because she cried about as heavily as Robin did when she entered the hospital. Robin wasn’t sure what story they had told her, or the doctors, or anybody.

It had been hours before Karen walked over to Robin.

“She’ll be fine.”

Robin nodded, for once she didn’t have words.

“I heard you saved her life. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for that.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

Karen smiled. “If you’re up for it, she’d really like to see you.”

“She would?”

“Yes, she asked specifically for you.”

Robin stood up. She took a deep breath and walked towards Nancy’s hospital room.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin

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hysteriaww · 5 months

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You get kai and bonnie so much together and individually everything you say fits them in canon so well it's too bad the writers really fumbled with them because when kai showed up he was a breath of fresh air and the best part about him is he's all about bonnie that was new and realistic bonkai was their last shot at getting the vampire diaries interest back up again

AH thank you so much for this lovely message, you're so sweet!! Yes, it really is such a shame the writers fumbled Bonkai bc it rly did seem like they had some great ideas there in the beginning, but the execution fell flat :( I feel like Kai was a breath of fresh air not just for us fans but also the cast & crew! U could rly feel their spark of new excitement for a dying show when kai showed up bc i think they all sensed that he was unique and different from the tired, recycled plotlines they'd had since S4.

Ian in particular seemed much more interested in his scenes when Kai was around (and much more lifeless when he wasn't) and Bonnie ofc was *given* much more interesting scenes when Kai was around, compared to prior seasons. Even Alaric & Jo, who started S6 as rick's new boring romance of the season, became relevant, layered and interesting bc of their links to Kai. Like rick loved to play the hero & act like damon was morally beneath him in S6 but his need to protect Jo from Kai brought out a selfish streak that made him go behind Jo & her fam's back to make shady deals w Damon & Kai as long as it kept Jo safe! Even Jo was revealed to be quite crafty considering her backstory of how she tricked & betrayed Kai in 1994, which made her much more interesting than her early role as rick's bland gf.

Even Liv & Luke were (im sorry) SO BORING in S5 but 1000x more interesting in S6 once their story got linked to Kai. His existence single-handedly linked so many disjointed characters & plotlines from previous seasons (like why'd they even bring Rick back after dying in S3? His relationship w Jo (and by extension, Kai) was the only thing that made him relevant for the rest of the goddamn show)! Even the Heretics were introduced to the show through KAI & the gemini/siphoner lore and fully lost steam as soon as Kai wasn't there to make 'em interesting!

As for Kai's links to Bonnie, ya i agree she rly was their last chance to make things interesting bc they'd already given Elena & Caroline "dark" romances that fans were too attached to to accept anything else (see: Delena being forced to stay together; Steroline forever being overshadowed in most fans' minds by Klaroline) so giving Elena & Caroline new pairings would've disappointed fans, whereas Bonnie was a blank slate they could've gone WILD with bc none of her canon pairings had strongly attached fans... yet they gave Elena & Caroline new romances anyway and scrapped Bon's romance with Kai :)))

That is what felt malicious. In S6 alone, they gave Elena who ALREADY HAD DAMON the new guy Liam, then gave Caroline the same guy Liam, Enzo (briefly) AND Stefan, whereas Bon *almost* got Kai & *fully* lost Jeremy in S6. ??? Any writer who paid half as much attention to her fans as Plague did (considering how much ott fan-service she wrote into tvd & how many twitter fights she got into w fans whose ships she disapproved of) HAD to have known her fans wouldn't accept Caroline/Enzo, Care/Stef, Care/Liam or Elena/Liam as much as they loved Care/Klaus & Elena/Damon. Yet she did it anyway bc she preferred LOSING FANS to giving Bonnie someone interesting!

She even planned Kai to be Bon's love interest in S6 bc she thought he wouldn't be popular w fans & instantly torpedoed that once she noticed fans' love for him bc, as I said before, Plague PAID ATTENTION to her fans' reactions. So fans having lukewarm feelings about Steroline was enough to get 'em married, but fans LIKING Kai was enough to get Bonkai axed. It's a common joke that Plague saw Caroline as her self-insert (neurotic, hyper-organized blonde control-freak) which is why she dated more men than even Elena. But I think a large chunk of tvd's white teen girl fans saw Care as a self-insert too (bc w each subsequent season, Caroline was increasingly written & designed that way, which is why fans turned on tvd's original self-insert, Elena, & worshipped Care instead).

Her "im never the one, im not perfect like elena" insecurities made her a blank canvas for (white) girls to see themselves in, which is why she wins Miss Mystic Falls, why she's a privileged Founding Fam member, why she gets to dress fancy & go to Mikaelson balls that have nothing to do w her, why she gets ALL the men, why she becomes the 1st vampire to be pregnant, why she gets to marry Stefan (then instantly lose him so she can go kiss Klaus in the spin-off), why she gets to be tvd's last vampire standing, why she repeatedly gets to have her cake and eat it too. By presenting Elena as "perfect/ideal" & Caroline as an "underdog," fans naturally sympathized more with Care's "struggle" (even tho she repeatedly got EVERYTHING!) Based on this, Plague refused to let ppl like Klaus date Bonnie (which would've made sense) but shoved him w Caroline (which didn't make narrative sense) bc that gave her & white fans the chance to see themselves in Care & feel like THEY were dating Klaus.

(Btw I wanna add that I actually do like & enjoy Caroline! This is a critique of the shadiness that went into *writing* Caroline, not a critique of Caroline herself)

Similarly, Kai was allowed to want Bonnie as long as fans didn't like him, but once he got popular, Plague killed Bonkai bc she believed that she & her (white) fans wouldn't be able to see themselves in Bonnie and feel like THEY were the ones dating Kai. But Kai was not Klaus, Stefan, Damon, Enzo or Kol. His character was CONCEIVED w Bonnie in mind to the point that erasing his obsession w her would make him not even feel like KAI anymore. And that wouldn't work bc fans wanted gucci kai, not walmart kai. Also, his general personality quirks were just not the type that would vibe w Caroline. Chris Wood said it himself, "Kai likes to be the one who talks, he doesn't like to listen, so I think Caroline might make him wanna snap her neck & move on" bc Caroline ALSO likes to talk. So writing him w Care would change Kai too much & writing him w Elena was not an option bc Delena was set in stone & Nina was leaving. So, how'd plague have her cake & eat it too? She refused to let Bon have Kai, and bc there was no other white girl who made sense for him, she kept Kai eternally single so white fans could eternally imagine themselves w him.

And uk what's the worst part? I don't believe all white fans would've necessarily struggled to see themselves in Bonnie if she'd dated Kai. I think Bonnie being the ACTUAL underdog struggler of the show made her very relatable to people, regardless of what your race is (esp bc tvd rarely addressed her race or centered any plotlines on it). I think Plague's own subconscious biases just made it impossible for her to fathom seeing herself in a PoC character, which is why she wrongly assumed all her majority white fans worked the same way & letting Bonkai happen would've disappointed them & made them stop watching. (But that being said, even if it was just a "business decision" to her... isn't it funny how disappointing masses of white klaroline fans didn't stop her from tossing Care at stef, enzo, whoever she wanted, but ONLY stopped her when it came to Bonnie's ships (bc she was looking for excuses to scrap 'em anyway)? Oh plagueee ur biases are showing, girlieee)

#bonkai #kai parker #bonnie bennett #bonnie bennett x kai parker #bonnie x kai #tvd #bonkamily #josette laughlin #caroline forbes #headcanon #asks #mine

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ reflections

📞 ; “maybe it's a blessing in disguise, i see my reflection in your eyes.”

𖹭 : sungchan x afab!reader

💭 love can be a possession, and like everything owned, it can be easily lost... “we were too close to the stars.”

⤷ contains: angst, pining, cussing, mentions of other idol names for

world building

⤷ warnings: none (?)

⤷ wc: 4.2k (not proofread :>)

🎧 a songfic, inspired by The Neighbourhood's Reflections

-ˋˏ under the cut .ᐟ ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Perfect does not exist, maybe that’s true for you, but I’ve seen perfection, I’ve felt perfection. The thought seems superficial, I know, but to be in my place —I’ve had to endure years of sorrow because of this said perfection.

And perfection was in the form of Jung Sungchan.

On the surface, it might take a few blinks for one to understand. But it wasn’t solely your visage that has led me to this wistful void.

I loved to draw, just as much as I loved you, maybe a little less —but you get the point. You’ve been the subject of my illustrations, from the moment I saw you, till I couldn’t physically see you anymore.

“Is that me?” I didn’t get why you’d still ask, of course it’s you, it’ll always be you.

The outline of your profile provokes daydreams, oh how I wish I was the only one. When I saw you for the first time I instantly knew, everyone had their eyes on you, it was only a matter of time till the attraction came pouring in.

Still, you stood your ground like everyone else, just trying to live your life, and everyday I wished I could be part of it.

I draw the lines, and you paint it with colors, colors I had never seen before, colors that could’ve been the manifestation of your reciprocation.

“Good morning, I’m Jung Sungchan, I was wondering if I’m in the right place, senior Kim sent me here to fetch the package from, Y/n?” you were quite unsure of my name, I’m pretty sure you had it written on the tiny piece of paper you held in between two of your fingers.

“That’s me. Department?” I didn’t even know why I still asked, I knew well where you were situated.

“Film.” I felt as if I was going to combust, I could’ve sworn I saw you held back a laugh, the slight hum of your bass voice almost had me stumbling back. “You?”

“Arts.” Now I almost laughed at myself.

But never did I think that our talk would last for a longer while. “Sophomore, right?”

I tried my best to exude a hum as a response, before asking you back why, “Why’d you ask?”

“I see you around a lot, but I just wasn’t sure if you were older or younger. I also confused you with someone else I knew multiple times before.” —someone else?

I was thinking maybe I should be more open to variety, to not wear the same hairstyle, similar set of clothes, and one color pallette everyday. Maybe then you wouldn’t confuse me for someone else. Maybe then you’d see me and think, that’s Y/n from the Arts Dep. She's really pretty.

“Who did you confuse me for? maybe I know who they are.”

“Actually…” actually what Sungchan? “She’s your friend.”

I don’t exactly have loads of friends, but I couldn’t help but ask, “Which one?”

“Minjeong.”

I had no idea of what expression you had painted on my face with all the things you had just said, but Minjeong? to confuse me with her might be too remote from the reality I lived. And because I was talking to a guy, I remembered when she told me, “Can you believe it? I’m being pursued by a guy!” —I never thought that guy would be you. Why you? or rather, why not me?

It wasn’t hard to tell whether my assumptions are true or not, because the way you bit your lip after her name fell from your mouth, suppressing a smile I could only assume was one only she could elicit from you.

I was right.

And I was in pain. I felt like nothing but an excuse for you to see her, always seeming to have packages to retrieve for your senior, and coming back to return things to me, then all I hear is she, she, she, Minjeong where, Minjeong when —I wanted to rid of my hearing, besides it already felt like bleeding to the point where clotted blood would just block my auditory.

But my pain only leads to my deception. I hate that I had to smile through whatever you had to say, congratulate you even when you gushed about her smiling back at you, or talking to you all evening through messages.

“That’s cute, happy there’s some progress.” I spoke through a pretentious smile.

“Thank you Y/n, I really don’t think it’ll be possible if I hadn’t met you.”

Perfection is truly just anguish behind a polished glass case, and at that moment I faced you, I wished I hadn’t met you at all.

My pain and deception, tomorrow I would keep the frame of your smile in my memories, and I just had to pick up a pencil. I’ve always loved to draw things, but through an artist’s honesty, I only draw the things I find beautiful, the things worth the graphite imprinted at the side of my hand. You were beauty and agony, and as much as I wanted to say I hated you, I loved you more than my best creations.

“You drew me? That’s really awesome, I don’t know how artists manage to create such images." Did you never think of how I did it? that maybe I stared at you for too long that I could draw you at every angle, with any expression —I had memorized every line on your face, the curve from the tip of your nose, to your philtrum, and to your lips. Whenever I drew your lips I would touch my own, feeling for its cushions whilst wondering how yours would feel. I reckon it must’ve been softer, more delicate, it always looked so velvet that for a while it was the only thing that occupied my mind.

So shameful of me to be fantasizing about a guy my friend liked and a guy who liked my friend. But I loved you first, it could’ve been me. I always stuck around so that maybe one day you’d choose me.

“She said yes!” —of course she would.

Anyone in her place would, and anyone who wouldn’t would be lying to themselves.

That smile you wore when you exclaimed so blissfully, it’s engraved in my mind, and then I knew I would never have that smile for myself.

My mind is clouded, and my heart is aching and cracking, and whenever I felt it I just wished you could feel it too, just how much you’ve ruined my life.

“Your work is honestly flawless, maybe Min could use some lessons from you.” your quip was followed by a playful hit on your shoulder, then a chorus of laughter.

“Yeah, Y/n is probably the best artist in our department, but I’m not that bad!” it hurt to watch you wrap an arm around her waist as her sweet voice so vexingly amplified in my ears.

You looked at me then, as if you were telling me to laugh. There was nothing for me to laugh at, it would be a pity to laugh at myself, and at what cost? Still, I had to force a smile, just for feeling sorry that I had let myself fall into your abyss.

Avoiding you could’ve tended my wounds, but it wasn’t that easy when you were dating my friend. My friend who I had known longer than you, my friend who was a lot less selfish than me, who likely had thought about me more than I have with her. How could I when you were occupying a very gross space in my mind. I’m disgusting for still yearning for you, all when we had nothing, no foreground. You had never looked at me like you looked at her, I have never felt the skin underneath your ironed dress shirt, I have never felt the heat of your breath against my neck, and never have I felt your tender grip clasped around my hands. I was all desire and no fulfillment, and it had to be that way, not for your sake nor hers, but for mine.

If I gave in, I wouldn’t be alive for you, her, and everyone looking down on me with ire.

I would only grow to hate myself even more, I love you, but I could only see the antithesis of your motivations.

“I owe you one too, Min and I wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you.” and I didn’t even have a choice.

I saw you to be a bit too brazen to continue to treat me like a friend, yet I never saw you as one of mine.

“You don’t owe me one.” you owe me everything.

“That’s not true, hey, how about this, I have a friend who wants to meet you, remember the drawing that I stole from you? Well, he saw it and he said he wanted to meet the artist.” you seemed so eager to push me away.

“Oh really? Who's he?” to raise such a painful question, that day I truly was not myself.

You introduced me to a guy, and I could tell it took him great effort to be as expressive as you, not that he was aware that I had my eyes on you the whole time. It was no question that I would never see him the same way I did you, even if I tried, he isn’t Jung Sungchan, he isn’t you.

“So, how’d you find Eunseok?” you asked me when you accompanied me back to my building.

“He’s nice, but I’m not really looking for a date right now.” —I am only looking at you.

“Hmm, but try, yeah? maybe not date, but befriend him. Try to see him for who he is.” I chuckled at your careful pick of words, befriend, in what world did you think I was going to befriend a guy closely involved with you?

And for what? just so it would only be harder for me to escape myself?

It’s already a torturous endeavor to keep up with your beaming face, walking up to me like an old friend you’ve been longing to see after some time. Friend, is all I’ll ever be.

With the passing time, I figured, it was better than being nothing with you, right? I would rather have you just close enough, than not at all. I know it’s wrong for me to look at you that way, but it would only be me who knew, I’m sure. I see it in your eyes, how dismissive they are of the light that resides in mine, the light you ignited. You could so easily keep your eyes on me without a stagger, unlike me, fighting all my demons and being very easily lost in a reverie under your unsuspecting gaze.

“You’re really pretty, you know that, right?” sadly it wasn’t your voice I would hear it from.

“Eunseok, I already like someone else, I’ve told you.”

“Yeah, I know that, and I know who. It was a compliment.”

I had dared him to tell me who if he really knew, and he got it, slipped right off his tongue. Jung Sungchan, three syllables that provoked the fires of my hell.

But was I really pretty? apparently, not pretty enough for you.

“I mean, Eunseok wasn’t wrong, you are fairly pretty —but he did tell me you already like someone, do I know him?” you have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you to shut up, to tell you that it’s you, I like you.

“That’s easy to say isn't it?”

“What?”

“To call someone pretty, and it doesn’t even have to be true.” It’s true, isn’t it? It's so easy to leave those words without a second thought, because they're all words, and deceit is inevitable. Your face molded into a dumbfounded expression, and it scared me. I might’ve sounded my hatred with those few words and so I said, “I’m kidding, and you don’t have to know who I like. It’s none of your concern.”

I tried masking my regret with jest, but it was all true, I am not your concern. You shouldn’t care, especially when I’m not the one your heart beats for.

I was a witness of the highs and lows of your relationship, how both of you seemed to lack something in each other’s eyes. At that point, all I could do was look away. I was afraid, so I distanced myself. The blame, the misery, I had not shown intentions out of the ordinary, but my brain ached and quaked from the what ifs and hows, and the whens.

“Y/n? Are you avoiding me?” my breath hitched, and I halted my steps.

“No?—”

“No? why are you saying it as if you’re asking me?” I gulped, your eyes weren’t as spirited as they’d usually be, and your voice was demanding an answer out of me.

“No. I’m really busy with my workload, Sungchan.”

I wanted to yell at you, I’m in love with you, you and the way you cared, just stop caring, how hard could it be? stop caring so I could finally step away without looking back, so you could live a placid life without my trouble.

I never thought I’d witness you chase after her in our building for the last time, pretty cheek bruised red from a hit you took from her. Was it over? and was it your fault?

“We broke up.” to me, your words sounded tantalizing.

I had no idea what you expected me to do, or say, or react. “Why?” and I had no idea I shouldn’t have asked.

“I don’t know if I’m being honest with myself.” I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing, and I wish that would be the end of it. “Minjeong is a great person, I know I’m not. I wished I could’ve spared her the time, and returned her love the same way she gave it to me, but she’s not the one. I fell out, Y/n, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head, your sorry stinging my mind. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

You looked down for a while, eyeing the textures of the granite flooring. And I caught it, a single tear dropping down and landing in between your feet. “She’s your friend.”

I looked away from your swollen eyes, allowing the breeze to softly glide over the wisps of my lashes as I desperately searched for anything to reply, “You’re my friend too.” It would only pain me more when you kept apologizing, mumbling through your sobs. “Sungchan, stop apologizing.”

I was bewildered with the continuous apology, and why you chose to be this restless with me. But I guess you got me, even if I was tired, drained to the very bottom, I was still willing to catch the tears that swelled from your eyes with my shoulders.

Well of course, it was easy for others to see it as something else, and I had to remember I had a friend, a friend that wasn’t you.

“Minjeong, please, let’s talk—”

“I don’t want to fucking talk Y/n, there’s nothing for us to talk about.”

Did she think it was my fault? Was it my fault? Are there things I’m failing to see?

But I'm just a girl, Sungchan, I failed to push you away. I felt temporary, replaceable, but you needed someone by your side.

“Eunseok and I aren’t on good terms right now. He found out the truth.” I searched for it through your glossed eyes.

Was there, perhaps, some other truth? “Truth?”

“I don’t know what to do.” but I was in no place to tell you what to do either.

You were dodging bullets, but at that moment I was too preoccupied with swallowing the lump in my throat, trying to lure myself out of your poise.

I forgot what I had told you, but all I know is that I was seeing you more often than the times you used to retrieve packages for senior Kim, and senior Kim has been away for two years, graduated. Now we’re the seniors, a pair with a piteous reputation to those who have known us throughout our college years.

“We should make a movie together, you know.” you seemed too enthusiastic for your own good, but still, I chuckled.

“What are you thinking?”

“I mean, like an animation since you can draw, and you seem great with storytelling.”

Storytelling? never even gave it a thought. “Interesting. Let me think about it, I might just consider it.”

“Take your time.”

I never knew just how serious you were. I ended up taking my time too well, with you.

To look back at it, it isn’t too bad of a decision to create something I could look back on and carry for the rest of my life. You were my serendipity, it would only lead me to fall deeper, and I know how much it’ll hurt when it’s finally time for us to part.

So I guess, thank you, and fuck you for being so good to me, for leaving scars that would only burn when you were no longer in my reach. Your touch was my kryptonite, and your voice was my reason to force myself out of slumber. I’m so in love with you, but my pride would not allow me to.

A part of me still bathes in guilt. I lost friends for you, for a future I could only dream about.

“Where are you off to after college?” I tried to calm my pounding heart from the way your hand toyed with mine.

You spread out my fingers, your thumb softly rubbing against them, “Still thinking about our movie.”

Our movie, that’s funny. “How about a little life plan?”

“You go first, then I’ll tell you mine.”

What was the point, Sungchan? “I have two paths laid out for me, one’s for character design, and the other’s free-lance, you know it.” your fingers glide against the skin at the back of my hand, and in a blink the warmth of your palm spreads throughout my body as it rests on my skin.

“My turn, right?” you really had to pose it as a question, tilting your head at me, so obviously expecting an answer. I could only, and very languidly nod for I was getting myself drunk with your burning touch. “You know, I really want to work closer with you, so any decision I make, you’d probably see me at work.”

Perfection is a fucking lie.

Again I’d find myself slumping on my bed, thinking about how easy it was for you to run past me. Now you had all these opportunities waiting in line for you.

“They want me to act, do you think I’m fit for it? Do you think I can do it?”

If it’s that easy for you to leave, “Of course you can.”

It would’ve been nice if you were more honest, cause for a while you were drawing an outline of possibilities, possibilities of you and I, and not just me, me, me.

Until seeing you was barely a chance, I continued to refuse seeing through your honeyed gaze, afterall, I chose to love you too much, because either way, I had no choice but to let you go.

Now I sit alone, writing books about the love I never had. Such a pitiful soul I am. I was even oblivious of the many details of this story, because we never talked beyond the trivial things, never about how our eyes longed for each other, or how our hands found each other’s skin that would sear from the sensation, the friction.

You had moved out of town. I couldn’t bring myself to meet you at the train station for, possibly, the last time. I could only wish you luck through a poorly composed text message, three sentences long.

the lovers by rené magritte 💌

sorry i couldn’t meet you today, but i wish you all luck in the world. you deserve whatever you have going for you. i’m gonna miss you.

my robbie 🥀

thank you y/n

i have a feeling i’m gonna miss you more hahaha

I had to leave you on read. This time I choose to just not look back.

And it was for the better. It sure hurts to see you on Tv, to see you deny your dating history, “I’ve dated before, but I’ve never dated ‘the one’, needless to say, I wish I could meet her right now.” —I’ve read all the articles about that interview, that very statement of yours. How fascinating. Acting truly was for you. I could no longer see where we met in your eyes.

I wonder if you’ve read any of my books, if you had wondered if I ever did pursue a career where I could make use of my illustrative talents —it got me nowhere, but you were right, I can tell a heck of a story, and so I told the world hundreds of them.

Your foreshadowing of my future was a big stain I had to carry, and hide as an author. But I would keep writing without breaking even in the slightest bit.

Because I only loved you. I only wished, but never fully hoped, never really tried.

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“Hmm, are you sure you want this published?”

“I’m not gonna have it out as is, of course I have to build characters. I just wanted your thoughts. It would make for a good novel, right?”

You sat face to face with your publisher, Song Eunseok, to ask for his thoughts on this draft you made six years ago.

“It would —but you know, I’m quite surprised.” Eunseok wore a smirk on his face, one you couldn’t quite read through.

“Really? surprised?” a low chuckle escapes his mouth, very subtly shaking his head.

He had briefly glanced on the floor beside him, and when he looked back, almost all emotions he displayed were erased. “It wasn’t hard to tell you liked Sungchan, I knew, Minjeong knew.”

“Minjeong knew?” you almost lost your breath, heart racing from the tone of his voice alone.

“Well, not until she was convinced. She’s just as stupid as you were —I mean, no offense, you’re great, but you’re also quite self-absorbed. Take it with a grain of salt, but it’s the truth if you ask me.” you watched him pour himself a glass of whiskey, and he’d pour you one too knowing you’d need it. “They broke up because of you.”

He’d repeat the same motion, shaking his head and humming when the lines on your face started to show more. “Didn’t any of them tell you?”

“Tell me what, Eunseok?”

“Sungchan liked you too.” and there you would take your first sip of liquor. “You truly were too lost, weren’t you? you didn’t even notice the way he looked at you, and how he talked about you. Just a shame he didn’t tell you after the storm died down.”

The storm, their break up, the demise of your dignity. “Why didn’t he tell me?”

“I don’t know what he had in mind, why don’t you ask ‘your Robbie’.?” you rolled your eyes at his laughter that followed. “Cute nickname, where did ‘The Lovers by René Magritte’ come from?”

Pouring yourself more of the liquor, you’d softly laugh at yourself, looking back at that bitter memory. “I showed him my favorite artworks, ‘The Lovers’ happened to be one of them, and he said it’s so beautifully made, like me.”

“That sucks.”

“I know.”

You both laughed over your wretched past, how pathetic and wrong you were. You were glad you could now see through more than your own lens, it's a whole other journey to discover and open yourself up to empathy, and it felt like contentment to finally reach it.

“You received it, right?”

You looked him right in the eyes, smiling as you asked back, “The wedding invitation?” he hummed and nodded as an answer, “Of course. It’s what led me to finding that draft.”

He hummed again, head propped on his hands as he caught sight of your gaze, “We should go together, maybe we can ask Sungchan if he’s okay with the story.”

“And maybe we can get him to act for it when it’s turned into a movie.” his laughter grew louder, making you lightly hit his shoulder.

“Well, at least he could fulfill his wish of making a movie with you.”

“Oh shut up.”

He was quite… the experience. A love that was pure misery. If he wanted to, he would’ve, right? So does it truly matter if he likes you then?

You looked again at your draft, ink at certain spots were smudged, you remember being all tears as you wrote.

Sungchan was not your greatest love, but you’ve got to admit he’d led you to a place where your passion could only grow stronger. You could say that sometimes you missed the way he felt on your skin, but it would be just the memories itself, and not him, not anymore.

Perfection does not exist, and you had to go through all that trouble to convince yourself that it was him.

Who could blame you? you’ve never met anyone like him, and you never will again.

End.

just something very short and sweet for u :)) short question, is this a happy ending or not?

#riize #briize #riize fanfic #riize x reader #riize sungchan #jung sungchan #riize angst #angst

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 8 months

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Unbearable- Lesso X Never!Reader

Synopsis: It’s the final battle, and it all seems to go according to plan, but plans change.

Warnings: Hurt/No Comfort, reader can see/communicate with the dead, mentions of death/dying, talks of slaughter though no descriptions really used.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: This may not be the saddest most heart wrenching H/NC, but I can guarantee some of y’all will still be mad at me lol, I love you guys! And if this does well I might do a part two with a better/alternative ending.?

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"And I shall slaughter you, just as I did her." You saw red whenever this man spoke, and you knew he was just trying to get under your skin.

Rafal had his arms outstretched, a wicked smile on his face.

As a Never, you adored the thought of Evil winning. But the way he treated your friends and your love, you'd do everything in your power to be sure that he doesn't walk the Earth.

But you knew something he didn't, you had the Excalibur. You smiled inwardly at the way his aggravating smirk faded as you revealed the sword.

It took everything within you to defeat Rafal. You had nearly collapsed from his strength, but you needed to prevail. Not for you, but you needed to win for Lesso. You needed her to know that love fights for you, not with you.

Ironically, you felt as if you could finally breathe once Rafal was lying on the floor, abdomen sliced open all thanks to you.

You were hunched over, the pain from your wounds and the absence of breath in your lungs was almost overwhelming. But you noticed something, something that helped you ignore it all.

You looked up to see the redhead, the amazing fierce Dean of Evil, looking around the disarrayed room before her eyes finally landed on you.

"We did it." Your words did nothing to hide the breathlessness and exhaustion you were feeling.

"No, you did it." She clarified.

You stood up and began walking to her as she made no attempts to walk towards you, "I'm so glad to see you. Everything I do, I do for you."

She smiled softly, "I wish there was a way to thank you for all you've done for me."

You looked in her eyes, "I just want to leave with you, to go anywhere but here."

"Darling-"

"We can now, we can do it! We can go and live our lives together."

"No, we can't."

You were beyond confused, to say the least, "What? Why not?"

"Darling, I'm not... I'm not here."

"No... NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME. Where- where are you?" You stuttered as the realization hit you.

You knew your power was to be able to see and communicate with the dead, but you never thought it would be as cruel as it was to play this trick on you.

"I'm just in the corridor, I was on my way to you-"

You didn't let her finish as you ran out to her. You kept running, not caring that you still hadn't caught your breath and certainly not caring about your sore body.

You kept running until you saw a familiar figure, lifeless on the corridor floor. Your lip instantly quivered as tears silently fell down your face.

You slowly crept closer, afraid of the reality laid before you. But then she reappeared next to you.

You desperately wanted to face her, to see her as you remembered her but that's not fair. You knew that wasn't how things would get to be.

"I never wanted to leave you like this."

You couldn't believe that Rafal had actually spoken the truth, the cruel truth that you never wanted to face.

You were frozen in your spot, only just a few steps away, staring at what was once your lover. Her spirit beside you, broken at seeing how destroyed you currently are.

"Please, say something," Lesso pleaded, never has she seen you so defeated, so hurt, so lost at what to do.

But you knew just what had to be done.

"I have no other choice."

Lesso was confused but remained silent to watch you continue.

You hesitantly kneeled beside her, your heart breaking all over again as you saw her pale face even paler than you've seen before. No emotions to be found on her face, at this moment, your decision was solidified.

You pushed a strand of hair out of her face, placing it gingerly behind her ear.

Her spirit watched on, knowing she couldn't do anything to console you. She tried with words, but she knew that hearing her words while seeing her in the way she was, meant nothing.

You placed one of your hands on her head, and the other on her chest above her heart. The spirit's confusion only grew.

"What, what are you doing?" Lesso started to feel funny, watching as your eyes closed to stay focused.

"I never told you the extent of my powers." You spoke in just a whisper, knowing she'd vehemently disapprove of your move.

"Okay? You can tell me."

"I can not only communicate and see the dead..." You started to feel woozy, though you weren't in perfect health at the beginning of this you still knew it would work. "I can bring someone back from the dead as well."

"There's-" Lessos spirit felt woozy as well, almost as if she were glitching, and that's when she saw her body twitch the slightest bit. "There's something you're not telling me."

You sighed, not stopping this ritual, "I can only bring back one."

"W-why would you only be able to bring back one?" Though her spirit was fading, her body was getting stronger, it was clear to you both.

Just as it was clear to her that you were fading even more, more than her spirit was and faster than she seemed to.

"Because," Your breathing was labored and your body was feeling heavy. "It's your life, for mine."

Lesso's spirit kept fading and fading fast. But you didn't mind as you saw her body grow stronger.

"Then stop! Don't, please don't do this. It's not worth it!" If Lesso's spirit could cry, it would be balling.

"I don't want to live if I don't get to live a life with you."

Just as you collapsed on the ground beside your lover, her Spirit vanished and her eyes opened.

It all happened so fast, yet it's as if it were in slow motion.

Just as Lesso finally had the strength to sit up and take probably the deepest breath she'll ever manage, she looked over to you, her freshly beating heartbreaking at the sight of you.

Now, you were the lifeless one. Body limp on the ground with flushed features. Your heart no longer pumping, lungs no longer breathing.

"That was so stupid! Why, why would you do that for me?!" Lesso wanted to be angry with you, wanted to be mad at your decision. But she also knew that if she could, she would've done the same thing for you.

Lesso moved closer to you, her heartbreaking down to dust while feeling how rapidly your body was going cold. Though she was still weak, she still found the strength to pull you up on her lap.

"No... you can't leave me too. I can't do this without you. I don't know how..." She's holding your lifeless body, frozen in time.

She mimicked the same move you did, brushing some loose strands of hair from your face. She felt shattered, so broken her body couldn't bring itself to make tears, to make a sound. She wasn't only broken, she was frozen. She didn't look away from your face, not once.

Not when she felt residual pain from her injuries. Not when people came in to see the damage done. Not when Dovey came in to count the survivors and gasped upon seeing her friend entirely a shell of who she once was.

Nothing could take her attention from you.

Nothing else matters.

Not now, not without you.

She is but a bird without a nest, without you. Without you, she has no place, no home, and nowhere she truly belongs anymore.

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idlesana · 2 years

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moonlight

minatozaki sana x fem reader ; angst to fluff

summary: sana grows distant, lost in the moon.

"is something the matter?"

your voice came out smaller than intended, more careful, almost tiptoeing around her via word; you didn't want to push too far.

sana was unresponsive at first, and sat on the other side of the bed, contrasting from her typical cuddles. it felt like centuries had gone by (more like seconds) before her voice chimed back,

"nothings's wrong, honey. just thinking." she sighed, eyes gazing out the window, admiring the moon and stars. you pushed further to her side of the bed, now leaning onto her back, not missing the delighted hum that sana let out.

"are you sure, satang? i know you." you muttered, nuzzling further into her back, "you're not this distant usually, has my role of best friend been replaced?" you questioned. you'd meant for it to be a lighthearted joke but didn't miss the sudden stiffening of her body-- the sigh from her lips.

"let's get back to bed, okay?" she said, turning to you, gorgeous smile highlighting her perfect teeth and plump lips, however, you'd caught glance of her eyes; how they were one blink away from tears pouring.

she'd drawn away as of late: pet names gone, cuddles ignored due to being busy, her bringing other girls over to watch films or dramas she'd usually watch with you. it sucked, you missed her and she'd pulled away too far for you to reach easily.

therefore, your only choice was to reach out to help.

"hyo what could i possibly have done! i miss her, i miss her cuddles, i miss her pet names, i miss her corny flirting, i just miss her!" you sighed, dragging your hands down your face before falling onto her couch.

she let out a huff, looking at you with remorse, maybe a hint of disappointment. god you were too oblivious.

"i'm not sure there's a way i can help you. i think this is something for you to think about on your own, y/n." she shrugged, tilting her face to meet your eyes a little more centered. you subconsciously pouted, gazing not at jihyo but a little past her, spacing out into the neatly placed decor of her apartment.

"however, you can always mope here with me!" she hummed, standing from her seat and moving to engulf you in a hug.

another sleepless night since the withdrawal of sana.

what hurt the most was she didn't actually leave you, instead acted colder, sana was there but your satang wasn't.

you titled your head at her, propping your head up onto an arm that'd gone numb for how long you'd been sat just like this.

she was statuesque, almost unmoving as she admired the moon, letting her eyes gloss over. deep in thought, but what of you had no clue.

"why's the moon got your attention, satang?" you asked, mimicking the soft tone you'd always used on these run-on nights. nights where sana slipped away into a world of her own, a world on the moon. "is it prettier than me? color me jealous." you sighed, not missing the lack of usual banter, or how your voice quivered over the words.

"just thinking." she whispered, an audible shake in her words.

"you seem to do a lot of that these days."

"so you've noticed, thought it would've blown over your head like everything else." she grumbled, voice laced with an unfamiliar hostility, one sana had never used against you.

"pardon? what has gotten into you, sana. it's like you don't even care anymore." you snapped, fingertips pressing into your temples; feeling yourself lose grip on your pent-up emotion.

"i only ever care, y/n. you know that." she countered, now turning to meet your watery eyes, and instantly her blank expression fell to one of regret.

"honey, i'm sorry. i didn't want to come off rude, it's just-"

"just what? what did i do wrong, it's like i've lost you for good and i just miss how we were and it feels like you're finally over me." your voice shook, tears now pouring freely as you looked at the older, melting at her expression, one you hadn't seen in a while.

"don't you know that i love you?" she smiled, a sad one, but still it was reminiscent of that 'satang' who'd seemed to be gone.

she scooted closer, pulling you into her torso, letting all the tears soak her tee. her familiar scent filled your senses, prompting more tears to leak from your eyes.

"i've always loved you, honey, always will." she hummed, hand running through your hair in attempt to calm you.

"love me how?" you cried, gulping the moisture from your mouth, breath coming in sniffles. she sighed, looking away before turning back to you.

"i'm in love with you, y/n." she said, words glazing over you, causing what felt like a full body reaction; eyes widening and body jolting back.

"listen i know you don't feel how i do but-"

a kiss. instead of letting her run on about some assumption about her feelings for you, you slotted your lips between hers, not missing the small gasp or the one-second-long hesitancy to kiss back. she tasted of strawberries and everything sweet, everything you hoped. and while chaste, the kiss was the best one you'd had, and indefinitely not the last you'd receive from minatozaki.

"why didn't you tell me sooner, silly." you giggled, pulling away to wipe at your eyes only to get a clear view of her own eyes, now fully restored to your satang.

"i'm so in love with you." she giggled, pulling you back into her arms.

the moon smiled that night, the light nearly beaming into the room. and while unlikely, it felt like the moon had been waiting for this moment since the first conversation it had with sana.

#sana x reader #sana imagines #sana scenarios #sana drabble #sana imagine #twice imagines #twice x reader #twice #sana #minatozaki sana #minatozaki sana x reaeder

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dazaispinkietoe · 2 months

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Obey Me Theory

I've mentioned it but never discussed it so HERE WE GO!!

In my first post I mentioned that I thought the brothers' sins were based on how they coped with their trauma. I'm sick right now so I'm not sure how good this explanation will be but here we go

So, even though most of the fandom knows about the Obey Me lore some don't (SPOILERS AHEAD!!)

Quick rundown: Basically the brothers were all very close to this girl named Lilith, close enough that they considered her a sister when they lived in Celestia. Eventually, she was introduced to a human and fell in love, but that human got sick and she used forbidden methods to save him. This caused a war and ended with her dying as the brothers watched.

So, how did this affect the brothers? They coped with it in their own ways, but these ways seemed to take them over. Which makes sense because nothing about grief is normal, and it can be hard to get out of once you're in it.

In my theory, the different ways the brothers coped are represented by their sins.

Starting with Lucifer, obviously, he is the sin of pride. When he was in Celestia, he was adored for being a model example. He constantly kept up his appearance and was viewed as a leader or a strong figure, so he thought he had to keep up this act to stay admired. After Lilith died, Lucifer likely felt hopeless, he had become the very thing he hated (a demon), lost his sister, and overall failed to protect his family. He covered up what had happened to protect everyone but that didn't change his emotions. Because of how he behaved in the past, he almost instantly latched on to the boss-employee relationship he had with Diavolo, and to distract himself buried himself in his work. He found that he was discriminated against for being an ex angel, but also that the brothers still viewed him as a guide. So, to regain the little control he had, he faked confidence and tried to control how people viewed him, the quality of work, and his strength. This also, however, caused him to become very anxious of the thoughts around him and as a result his pride took him over.

Then we have Mammon. Escapism seems to be a common trend with these brothers, and Mammon found it through money. He tried to buy happiness, and because of Lilith's death I can imagine that he was scared he wouldn't be able to hold onto something, so he bought more than he needed and got more money than he needed, (even though he still ended up broke,) with the hope that it wouldn't have been taken away from him. He also has mentioned that he likes gambling, which not only supports his money hoarding habits but also gives people a rush of adrenaline, that may have changed his mood and made him feel better for a limited amount of time. Like Lucifer, Mammon wants to protect his family even though they don't always agree with his methods. Greed could play a part in this because if he has a lot of something, people might respect him more and in turn respect his family more.

Leviathan's sin is so similar to Mammon's yet so different. Envy can be caused by Greed and make the same emotions, but they aren't exactly the same. It isn't jealousy either. Envy is when you want something that you don't already have and it makes you feel bad about yourself, while jealousy is towards something you feel like you own. This is important to Leviathan's character because in Nightbringer, he mentions how he felt like he could never fit in anywhere. This is likely because he felt like he was missing what others had, and this feeling probably intensified once he was thrown into a pretty much unknown environment where people weren't as friendly to him. Once he had lost his sibling, he probably also became envious of people with full families, or just the thought of someone having one. He ended up really liking video games and animes to distract himself, but this only intensified his feelings because he felt like these were the only thing he had. And if he couldn't be the best or first at these things, then who was he? Definitely not someone important or deserving of others attention, right?

Satan's is a bit different here because he didn't actually lose a sibling. He was more of an addition than a loss. Because of this, and how he was birthed, he felt alienated from most of society. He also felt a lot of feelings he probably couldn't comprehend. He was shaped into who he was by Lucifer, but started to feel like he was no one but Lucifer himself and grew angry with himself for not being able to do anything about it. Because of these emotions he was feeling, as well as having likely emotionally unavailable siblings due to the time of his birth (even though they tried their best) he ended up becoming angry at himself and everyone around him, even his existence. Because he didn't know how to handle these emotions properly and others began to avoid him, he learned to bottle up these feelings, but that only made it worse. Generally, everything that he did made him angry because he just couldn't understand it.

Asmodeus is a bit of a..uh...case with his, but it definitely makes sense. When he was in Celestia, he was praised for his beauty and purity. Ever since he was little he was celebrating himself and what he was, because he was taught to do so. His image was almost all of who he was, what everyone praised him for. So, once he was thrown down into Devildom, he didn't know how to react. Purity wouldn't be praised anymore, and everyone hated him because of where he came from anyways. His entire self image was ruined, and even though he didn't regret giving Lilith even a chance at survival, was it all for nothing? So he tries to fit in. He makes himself look wanted to the public eye, tries and figures out Devildom's social norms, what they like, and what they want to see, but it doesn't work the way he wants it to. He becomes overly obsessed with his self image to the point of self destruction if he's rejected (Solomon found him sobbing because a woman rejected his advances,) but that's not the only reason he's so lustful. He behaves like this to distract himself, too, to not give himself a chance to think about what happened to him, and we see how he just doesn't comprehend the weight of situations both in the original Obey Me and in Nightbringer.

Beelzebub's is a bit difficult if you don't know how chemicals work and stuff, but I tried my best so here we go. Once Lilith died, Beelzebub carried a lot of guilt over the situation and blamed himself for not being able to protect her. This created a very anxious feeling for him, that could probably be considered very very close to hunger, or like a static feeling in his stomach. Because of this, he tried to fill the void by consuming as much as he can, which must be a lot because lets admit it...he is NOT a small man like wtf, 😭 but it never really worked. The feeling was still there, like something was wrong, and it hurt. But besides that, his gluttony may have also been because of how food affects the brain. A lot of people do binge eat when they're stressed, because it produces chemical reactions in the brain that can stop the discomfort for a little while, especially if you're eating something that you like. This may also be a part of the reason Beelzebub gets so mad when he has nothing to eat, because he has no way (in his mind) to control the stress, and gets overwhelmed.

Okay now I'm sure you're all very tired of me talking about Belphegor BUT PLEASE CHAT JUST LISTEN PLEASE HE'S SO RELATABLE JUST GIVE HIM A CHANCE. Belphegor watched Lilith die, and like Beelzebub very much blames himself for it, and like the other brothers was discriminated against heavily for being an ex angel. But instead of confronting this, Belphegor chose to avoid his thoughts. He slept, hoping that his dreams would be better and that he wouldn't have to feel what he was now. This way, no one could bother him, he didn't have to feel, in fact, he didn't have to experience half the things he does when he's awake. There was nothing for him to look forward to, anyways, so he'd be fine. But once he can't sleep he gets anxious, and we see this once he gets desperate and contacts MC, asking for help to sleep. He thinks that sleep will fix his problems when in reality he's just avoiding them like all the rest of his siblings.

#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me #om! belphie #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! nightbringer #om! lucifer #om! asmodeus #om! satan

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