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pers1st · 1 month

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when every door closes

pairing: leah williamson x reader

notes: mentions of ed, mentions of j*rge vilda (also the title will make sense with the second part)

Traveling to whichever tournament it may be with the Spanish national team had so far, for you, been a pleasant experience. You were still young, and despite the fact that you weren't granted many opportunities to prove yourself on the field, you took every camp as a chance to learn from players such as María Leon, or Alexia Putellas, or Irene Paredes.

Of course, it was a difficult environment to enjoy. The brutal coaching methods had not yet reached you, but you felt it in the atmosphere in which the team operated- the fact that most, if not all players, were negatively affected by every training session, every match, every team talk.

You had simply been lucky enough not to experience the worst of it. Not yet, anyways.

But all of this was due to change when you arrived in England in preparation for the Euros. This tournament, you had been particularly excited about. Playing an international competition in your girlfriend's home country, with both her and your parents vowing to support you, had had you buzzing from the second Spain had qualified. You had no idea things would take a turn for the worst the second you arrived for the first training session, but you were granted a first thought about it when Jorge pulled you aside just as you were about to warm up.

"Y/N, I know you haven't played much for Spain yet, but I want this tournament to be your opportunity. You've grown a lot at Arsenal, and I'm sure we can profit off of your talents, no? Don't let me down", he smiled as he raised his eyebrows expectantly. You, of course, nodded. You weren't going to let him down, you were going to do everything you could to prove yourself, to prove the world, that you were a good center back.

Only you couldn't have known that Jorge would do everything he could to keep you from doing exactly that. Or so, at least, it seemed.

The next day, you and Ona were sitting in the hotel's cafeteria for breakfast ahead of training when he slipped you a note, patting your shoulder as he breezed past you. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you turned the paper to inspect it, and found glaringly red letters written across it.

Meal Plan, Y/N Y/L/N, updated

You swallowed thickly, scanning across the rest of the note, your stomach turning at the sight. He had decreased your caloric intake. He had added a goal weight for you to reach by the beginning of the tournament.

"What is it?", Ona asked as she chewed her food, glancing at you worriedly. You didn't notice the way the table across from you had turned towards you as well.

"Oh, just my meal plan", you smiled briefly as you folded the note and stuffed it into your back pocket, continuing to poke your food around the plate as you listened to Ona's debrief of her season with Manchester United.

You weren't really listening, though. Instead, your mind had gone into overdrive, whirring with thoughts as you failed to understand any of the reasons behind your manager's action.

Were you too heavy?

Surely not. You hadn't noticed any weight gain, and despite the fact that you were unable to put an exact number to your weight, you knew that Arsenal monitored both your eating habits and your measurements closely, ever since you'd come forward about your eating disorder. Jorge knew of it as well.

Were you too heavy?

It was those thoughts that kept you from showing off your talents in training, and that kept you from sleeping at night. Everything you did was calculated- almost forced, and to any of your older teammates, it was clear as day that you were trying so hard to be perfect, you failed to even be average.

The meal plan was soon followed by extra cardio sessions, nasty whispers in passing and an intense amount of pressure as you neared the beginning of the tournament.

You missed Leah more than ever, then. Although she wasn't far away, you felt as though worlds divided you, you felt as though you couldn't get enough of her. Every night, you spoke to her on the phone, although you never mentioned the weight of what was happening. She could sense that something was wrong, could sense that you were pressuring yourself far more than what was healthy, but she decided to keep quiet about it, instead distracting you, and having Beth yap your ear off multiple teams when the girl noticed the two of you were speaking on the phone. Every time you saw Leah appear on your screen, a smile appeared on your face. It was as if she could lift every weight off your shoulders with just a single word, even if just for the time being.

By the time your last training session started, you were close to either throwing up from nerves or collapsing due to exhaustion, but you didn't allow for either of those options, instead pushing yourself through every minute of it, until Alexia went down with an injury and the training was stopped. You watched somberly as your captain was guided off the pitch with both Mapi and Vilda by her side, and as cruel as it sounded, it finally gave you a moment to breathe. Clutching your water bottle tightly, you swayed from right to left as you walked over to a bench by the side of the pitch, dropping yourself down slightly imbalanced.

"Come on, chica. You need a break", Marta whispered as she put her hand on your shoulder, rubbing back and forth slightly.

"Is it too hot?", she asked, to which you shook your head. The heat wasn't as big of a problem as was the lack of food in your system.

"No, just need to catch my breath", you reassured her with a forced smile as you finished what was left of your electrolyte drink.

"Go back to the hotel with Ona and sleep, okay? You need some rest, sí?"

The aftermath of Alexia leaving the camp only hit you when you read the news of her ACL tear, cradled underneath the protection of your blanket, your phone tightly in your hands.

Alexia, along with María, had been the ones to slightly reassure you, without allowing for questions, with every chance they got. A soft comment here, a smile there, it was never much, but it was enough to keep you grounded, if only in the moment. Now, though, you were panicking, only grasping the magnitude of your captain's departure now that it was announced she'd be flying back to Spain to have surgery.

As if your situation couldn't worsen, the door flew open as Ona entered your shared room, her eyes immediately fixating on your slightly shaky frame in a bed that seemed far too big for you. You could tell by her face that she wasn't just confused or worried- she was hiding something.

"What is it?", you asked, your voice heavy with the events of today as Ona quietly shuffled closer.

"It's nothing, chica. Just, Jorge..."

"What? What did he say?"

You sat up straight in your bed, shifting the blanket back as your hands tightened into fists.

"He said that because training ended early, you should do another cardio session."

The room was quiet for a second, neither of you daring to move. Then, you nodded.

"Okay, I'll-"

"You really don't need to, chica. It's bullshit- what he's forcing you to do, I don't get what he-"

"No, no. It's fine. Thanks for letting me know", you forced yourself to smile, gripping your phone even tighter before slipping on your shoes and exiting the hotel room, still in your pajamas, tears dwelling in your eyes.

Were you really that bad?

Before you could think more about where your mind was leading you, you dialed the only number that made sense, pressing the phone to your ear as you opened the door to the gym, sliding down against one of the walls.

"Hey, love. How are you?", Leah asked. "I wanna see you." You could hear the smile on her face as you reluctantly accepted her FaceTime request, grateful that the lights were off as Leah wasn't able to make out your tearstained cheeks.

"Chicaaa", you could hear Beth in the background, laughing softly.

"Is that the girlfriend?!", another person asked as you realized Leah was most likely surrounded by her teammates, having a good time. How could the same tournament be so different for the two of you?

"Sorry, Lee, I can call back", you mumbled, your breath hitching as your girlfriend's eyebrows furrowed, and the other end of the line suddenly fell silent.

"No, let me just go somewhere more private", she mumbled before exiting whatever room she had occupied before.

"What's going on?"

Leah had, so far, been updated regularly about your own camp, and although you had mentioned your meal plan to her, you had kept silent about all of the brutal comments, the pressure, all of it. Now, however, you didn't know how to hide it anymore.

"He's so horrible, Lee. Everything he does, it's just- I can't ever do it right", you cried, your words a mumbled mess under the tears that were washing down your face. There was a pain spreading throughout your body that was glooming from more than just the extremely difficult training session today, it was more than just the exhaustion of the preparation for the Euros, it was indescribable. You choked on a sob as your girlfriend's worry-filled eyes narrowed in anger.

"Hey, baby, it's okay. I mean, it's not okay, and I wish I could kill him, but you're okay, love."

You could tell she didn't really believe herself and was merely attempting to calm you down, but she succeeded, anyways. Usually, you craved her presence, craved her arms around you, pressing your body tightly, whenever you felt even the slightest dip in your mood. Now, after spending multiple weeks apart from her, under such impossible conditions, her soft voice was enough to lower your heart rate, to silence the thoughts in your head, to make everything even the slightest bit better.

"He's just- This is the only chance to prove myself, you know? He's finally given me a chance, but it's like he doesn't want me to be good, you know? He's doing everything to tear me down", you mumbled, wiping the remaining tears out of your eyes.

"So, do it out of spite. He wants you to fail, wants you to crumble under the pressure. Don't prove him right. Show him what you can do in spite of everything he's doing, prove him that you're better than he could ever understand. Love, you are such an incredible player, and this is your chance to prove it to the world. You're gonna be insane on that pitch, I know it. Honestly, I'm scared we'll have to play against you, there's no coming through your backline", she chuckled softly, smiling at you reassuringly. You nodded, ever so slightly.

"Yeah, don't speak it into existence", you mumbled back.

But your girlfriend had, of course, spoke it into existence. Not just the fact that you finally seemed to find your footing, with the support of all of the senior players stepping in to protect you in the best way they could, but also the fact that after breezing through the group stage, you were coming up against England for the quarter finals.

Despite the fact that Esther managed to put your team ahead relatively early on, England put up an exceptional front, and you and Mapi were working relentlessly to keep a clean sheet. For quite some time, it worked well, and your team seemed to progress onto the semi-final. When Ella Toone scored in the eighty-fourth minute, a bitter taste washed through your mouth as you bit your tongue hard enough to draw blood.

Every single one of Jorge's comments rang right through you, even through the loud crowd that had formed to cheer on the English. Mapi noticed as well, and patted your shoulder comfortingly after you first conceded, but it was no use.

During the added time, you conceded again, and the dream of winning the Euros slipped away with every failed attempt of your offense.

When the whistle finally rang, you were unable to hold your body up anymore, and although tears glistened on your cheeks as you sat on the grass, watching as your girlfriend's team celebrated, you couldn't help but feel another emotion with that of disappointment- relief. It was over. The team would leave, likely tomorrow or the day after, and you would watch Jorge Vilda fly back to Spain and finally be free of his judgement.

Still, your shoulders shook with sobs. You had failed. Not only to prove yourself, but to prove him wrong. Leah had told you to play your best football out of spite, but you hadn't. You had allowed for England to score twice. You had not only let yourself, but the whole team down.

Before you could dwell on your thoughts any longer, you felt two hands land on your shoulders, softly rubbing the fabric as you hid your face behind your own hands.

"Love, look at me", Leah asked of you, and you slowly complied, pulling your shirt up instead to wipe over your wet cheeks.

"You did so well, Y/N. I'm so proud of you", she smiled softly, but when another sob shook your body, she gently pressed your face into the crook of her neck, allowing for you to let your emotions out for the time being.

"I'm proud of you. You did so, so well. You made everyone proud, today", she kept reminding you as you sobbed into her skin, finally feeling her arms around your body, finally breathing in her scent, finally feeling her presence again.

This time, it took a while for you to calm down. Pain ran through you deeply, but you allowed yourself to move on slowly, knowing that crying now wasn't going to help your case, not at all. The Euros were over for you, and all that was left to do was support your girlfriend and Arsenal teammates as they progressed through the semifinals. The thoughts of wearing your girlfriend's jersey, while being seated between her and your own parents, cheering her on from the sidelines as she captained her team through the rest of the tournament filled you with pride.

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silverynight · 1 month

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Dynamight's type

Izuku has noticed that whenever someone asks Katsuki's certain questions during interviews he gets really irritated; it's usually things about love and relationships that bother him the most.

It's one of the many reasons why Izuku hasn't told his best friend he likes him romantically; maybe Katsuki is not interested in romance at all or he just hates sharing his love life with the world.

Although it's not like Izuku ever thought he had a chance; he probably doesn't. Sometimes he thinks about looking for someone to start a relationship with.

"Let's move in together," Katsuki tells him for the... actually, Izuku has lost count of how many times he has told him that.

But Izuku always thinks he doesn't mean it because it doesn't make sense.

"Why?"

"Just because..." Katsuki says this time, looking particularly frustrated.

"We don't have the need to," Izuku points out, getting a little bit confused by his friend's response.

"I know."

"Kacchan... what if one of us starts dating soon? Wouldn't that be–"

The look Katsuki throws at him is enough to make Izuku shut up immediately; the other pro hero not only looks angry, he also seems hurt.

"Are you seeing someone?" The way Katsuki asks the question makes it look like each word is hurting him somehow.

"No, but–"

"I'm not going to start dating an extra!" Katsuki growls and, as usual, he walks away more irritated than when the day started.

Izuku honestly doesn't get it.

However, he usually goes back to normal when his patrol begins.

Until a reporter finds him after an incident; just right the moment after Katsuki and Izuku manage to save a group of people from a villain.

Actually, there are a couple of reporters, one of them even tries to corner Izuku and instead of asking him about the villain or the civilians, she asks Izuku about romance.

Alright, Izuku has started to get why Katsuki gets irritated at those type of questions.

"Are you dating someone at the moment, Deku?" The young woman asks, smiling at him and using one of her fingers to play with her own hair.

Izuku doesn't understand; is she nervous?

"Uhh... no."

"That's great!"

Not that far from him, one of the reporters is asking about Katsuki's type... again.

"So what would your ideal date be, Deku?" The reporter manages to draw Izuku's attention away from his friend.

"Maybe an amusement park? Sharing a crepe?" The green haired hero doesn't mean to make it sound like a question, but interviews always make him feel flustered.

"That'd be a perfect date for me too!" The girl says. "Would you like to–"

"DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW MY FUCKING TYPE?" Katsuki's loud voice cuts off the reporter who's interviewing Izuku.

"Of course, Dynamight!" It's a good thing most of the reporters are used to Katsuki's explosive personality already.

Instead of answering right away, Katsuki gets closer to Izuku and to everyone's surprise, grabs the other pro hero's freckled face and kisses him on the lips.

"There. That's my type!" Katsuki growls as Izuku's face turns completely pink. "Him. Only this nerd. Now, fuck off!"

The female reporter who was asking Izuku questions looks particularly upset about what happened, although it seems like she's a little bit reluctant to go... but she does anyway when she notices Katsuki is glaring at her.

Izuku doesn't get his hopes up, because it's obvious that Katsuki only wanted them to stop asking questions about his love life.

"But Kacchan... they're going to think we are–"

"Move in with me."

"Why?"

It feels like this is not the moment to have the same conversation all over again, but there's something different in Katsuki's eyes this time; he looks determined.

"Because I'm in love with you, oblivious nerd!"

Izuku's face is on fire, he's sure of it; Katsuki just told him he loved him. It almost seems like it's a dream.

"Are you sure, Kacchan?" His voice doesn't sound shaky at all, which is something Izuku feels ridiculously proud of.

"Of course I am! Wouldn't be asking you if I wasn't!"

After a heartbeat in which Izuku thinks about all the time they've been together and tells himself this is going to work, he nods.

"Let's move in together, Kacchan."

Just a year later, Katsuki proposes to him and of course, Izuku can't help but tear up. He's never been so happy before.

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bedoballoons · 7 months

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Genshin Men headcanon? With a cute Obedient Wive/Girlfriend.

I don't want to put it in too details so I'll just keep it short and simple, basically it's a family thing where the wife have to be obedient with their spouse, but they can break following the spouse order if the spouse request is unreasonable, dangerous and etc. :)

Also can you add Cyno? Thanks

Awe housewife vibes! Also thank you for making it simple for me! Sometimes I find it difficult to understand longer requests so I really appreciate it, I hope you enjoy <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Obedient wife~༺}

CW: Just fluff!, established relationships and reader uses she/her pronouns! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie and my love, Kazuha: Dearest, Neuvillette: Mon amour, Cyno: Beautiful)

(Includes: Lyney, Kazuha, Wanderer, Neuvillette, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, his eyes lingering on the table set with your delicious cooking, "Thank you my love for preparing this for everyone...it all looks perfect." He placed a gentle kiss against your skin, making your face blush that perfect shade of pink he adored so much...he always knew how to get you flustered, "Anything for you dearest, speaking of which, do you need your clothes ironed? How about your hat, have you organised the tricks in it recently?" You awaited his response eagerly, wanting to do the best for your wonderful husband.

He chuckled softly, placing another sweet kiss on your cheek, "Mon chérie, you've done everything I could ask for, right now the only thing left is to spend time with me while we wait for my siblings...if you'd like to of course." You turned to face him, kissing his lips as if the answer were so obvious...cause it was, "There's nothing else Id rather do."

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Dearest, could you bring me my sword? Make sure to be careful, even a sheath cannot always contain the blade...I don't want you getting hurt." Kazuha glanced at you from his workstation, flashing that soft sweet smile that always made you swoon and gesturing to his sword not far from you. Even though you didn't know much about weapons, you liked helping him, following his instructions and being the most perfect wife you could be.

You carefully retrieved his sword, watching him with admiration as he sharpened the edges and repaired the handle, by the time he was finished it looked like new again and you were in awe. "You look amazed..., I promise this isn't as impressive as how I handle the blade. " He gently moved your hair away from your face and kissed your forehead, hoping to impress you even more later on.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

You loved Wanderer with all your heart, you enjoyed pleasing him with home cooked meals, a clean house, but most of all you enjoyed his little requests he'd make. Most of them when the two of you were alone, he'd ask you to sit in his lap and talk with him about his day, or he'd ask for many kisses because he was truthfully addicted to them at this point.

Only issue was, every now and again when the two of you were in public and he was feeling particularly jealous he'd request...more forward things, not that consent was a issue, the two of you were married after all, but with so many people around...you had a hard time giving him what he wanted.

"Come on...just one extra deep kiss, I want to make sure everyone knows you're my wife, especially that annoying server who kept eyeing you." Your face was more than a little blushed, the server and most of the customers watching the two of you like you were modern day entertainment...but there wasn't anything wrong with what wanderer wanted...so you couldn't just say no...

"Very well...one more kiss..."

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You set a stack of documents on Neuvillettes desk, straightening out any other loose papers for him and taking his crystal clear cup so you refill it with some more water, "Neuvillette, can I get you anything else?" He looked up from his work, his eyes instantly filling with warmth when they met yours...sometimes he got so wrapped up in his cases he forgot how gorgeous and sweet you were, "Mon amour...I apologize for not saying thank you earlier...I was to focused on my work. You've done more than enough for me, I appreciate it immensely...in fact I'm not sure what I would do without you."

You blushed at his kind words and leaned in to give him a kiss, his hand intertwining with yours while the other touched your cheek, "I love you Neuvillette."

"I love you too."

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno held your hand softly, walking with you around the many shops in Sumeru city, keeping a eye out for any wrong doers while you picked out fresh food for dinner. This time you held up a water melon for him, wondering if he'd like it for dessert... "Hmm what about this for desert honey?" He looked at the fruit for a moment, smiling in a way you knew meant he had a joke he wanted to tell you, "I'd have to arrest you for a melony if you don't make that for desert...get it? Melony, felony?"

You giggled happily and reached over to grab some more vegetables, holding up a carrot with a mischievous smile, "I get it...but I'm afraid I do not carrot all for your joke." You winked at him and he had to stand there for a minute to recuperate, he was actually dazed from falling for you so hard...all over again, "I...I love you so much. Never leave me..."

"Your wish is my command my love."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 3 months

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Hey! Hope you’re having a good day! Just wanted to say I’ve become obsessed with your psychology analysis on the Vees and VoxVal. I’m curious, since the relationship is definitely toxic, how do you think the cycle of relationship abuse would work with them? (Honeymoon phase, tension, incident, ex)

Awww I'm so glad you like my silly headcanons, I fucking love writing them <3

(headcanons in question because they are relevant to this post: Vox and NPD | Valentino and BPD | random Vees headcanons)

You know, I believe their relationship is toxic because neither of them is particularly well-adjusted. However, I wouldn't apply the cycle of abuse theory to them. As far as I know, that theory is used to describe relationships that are highly unequal with clearly defined roles of abuser and victim. For instance, during the tension phase, tension grows in the abuser while the victim "walks on eggshells," trying their best to calm the abuser and constantly living in fear of an incident. I can't really imagine Vox or Valentino being that frightened of each other. Actually, that's why I think they are meant to be together - they can handle each other.

That being said, I do believe they have some relationship issues. In episode 2, we witnessed Vox calming Valentino (by yelling at him so very toxic) when he was angry. Vox hates Valentino's unpredictability because he is a total control freak. While he finds Valentino's fiery temper extremely alluring, he also wishes Val would tone it down. He'd like to have a more reliable partner, especially because for him, falling in love was a significant and risky investment.

On the flip side, immediately after Vox managed to calm Valentino down, Valentino essentially provoked him into a temper tantrum. Look at this shit-eating smile; he knew damn well what he was doing.

Vox usually keeps his emotions hidden behind a polished facade, staying detached. Valentino, on the other hand, is all about intense emotions—loves passion, violence, and desperation. He digs Vox's cool business daddy vibe, but it drives him nuts when Vox gets all emotionally distant from him. Vox tries to guard himself because he knows Valentino can easily weaponize people's emotions against them, and he's lowkey scared of being vulnerable. So when he's going through some tough shit, Vox puts up this wall, becomes all distant, and then Valentino feels rejected and starts being a total jerk, pushing Vox away because he's hurting (if you've read my BPD Valentino headcanons, you get what I mean).

So those are the main sources of tension in their relationship. Sometimes one of them snaps. In Vox's case, it means complete withdrawal from the relationship and sinking into work (since he wants a perfect relationship, he rarely even admits he's angry, he's just like "It's fine I just don't have time to see you") which obviously drives Val crazy. Because he's obsessively in love. So to fix the situation he doesn't apologize (since Vox "wasn't even angry") - he just invites himself to Vox's apartment/office and seduces him by acting nice and submissive so Vox can feel in control again.

In Valentino's case, snapping means a violent outburst (though, I don't think he's physically abusive because he knows Vox is not afraid of him and could easily bite back or, even worse, leave him for good). These outbursts make Vox furious because he can't stop them. Then, they end up yelling a lot, throwing stuff around, and sometimes even breaking up. After that, Valentino goes on a week-long bender, just partying and hooking up with dozens of people. Vox, being obsessed, watches everything, and his jealousy always gets the best of him. He finally breaks and sends someone to bring Val back home. Or he personally intervenes, kills whoever Val is fucking, gives him a giant bouquet of roses, and goes all out to prove that he's the best guy Val could ever have. Vox is a showman, so he acts almost like a charming and obnoxiously rich mafia boss from a smutty novel, who wants nothing more than to please his princess with grand gestures.

Oh also I think Val is very sensitive about Vox treating him "like a woman." He's actually very secure in his masculinity; he feels comfortable enough to present himself in feminine ways while still acting masculine. Like I mentioned, he's queer and he totally owns it. On the other hand, Vox still grapples with some deeply internalized heteronormative ideas, occasionally treating Valentino like his bitch. Valentino hates it because he's aware of Vox's sexist tendencies, and he refuses to allow Vox to treat him as though he's beneath him. He genuinely believes in the concept of an equal partnership in their relationship and can't stand Vox's attempts to alter the power dynamics in his favor.

If you like this post you may also like my VoxVal fanfiction

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captainsophiestark · 7 months

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Witches Get Stitches

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Day 11 Prompt: "You lost it. Well, we lost it."

Summary: Klaus and his girlfriend have been together since they were humans, surviving together for a thousand years. They don't intend to let anything tear them apart.

Word Count: 1,352

Category: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, not descriptive

A/N: This doesn't even follow the Originals timeline/canon a little bit lol

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I groaned as I slowly came back to consciousness, my head throbbing. The last thing I remembered, I'd been talking to Genevieve, a resurrected New Orleans with who'd been dancing on the line between ally and enemy.

She took a great, giant leap into the enemy category when I forced my eyes open to find her smiling at me, looking immensely satisfied with herself. I tried to stand, maybe make a move to rip her head off, but my wrists were chained to the walls on either side of me. I was trapped.

"I'm going to kill you," I spat, not bothering with pleasantries or pretending. Genevieve smiled like she'd expected me to say that.

"I know you think we're the bad guys here," she said, giving me a sympathetic expression that made me want to rip her head off. Literally. "But we're not. You've been dating the bad guy, and you've been so blind you haven't been able to realize it."

I rolled my eyes so far back in my head that I could see the wall behind me. I'd heard this same nonsense a thousand times from a thousand different people, and it never got any less irritating or boring.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N," Genevieve said, walking towards me with a very menacing swagger in her step. "I'm just going to make you see the truth."

Before I could hit back with a retort, she raised her hands to the side of my head, and I went spiraling back through my own memories.

For a witch who'd managed to catch me, one of the oldest vampires in creation, in the home of my boyfriend, one of the other oldest vampires in creation, I'd expected more, honestly. But her plan wasn't particularly creative.

She forced me to relive some of my worst moments in my thousand years with Nik. We'd been together as humans, and he'd turned me not long after Esther turned the rest of them, so there was plenty of material for her to work with. Nik and I had been through hell and back, mostly due to enemies, but sometimes due to each other.

Genevieve made me sit through a few particularly bad moments, then pulled me out of her little trance, staring into my eyes like she expected some kind of connection.

"For a thousand years, he's lied, cheated, and backstabbed," she said, her voice low and grave. "He's left a trail of blood, pain, and suffering in his wake. You haven't been spared from his list of victims, even if you've convinced yourself you have."

I closed my eyes, taking a long breath in through my nose. This was getting tedious.

"We've decided to put an end to his reign of terror. We'd like you to join us. So what do you say?"

I fixed her with my best 'really?' stare, which I'd perfected using on Nik.

"Genevieve, let me explain something to you." My voice was quiet, faux-patient, with an undertone of promised violence the way I'd perfected from hearing Nik do so many times. "For more than one thousand years, Niklaus Mikaelson and I have had each others' backs, through everything. We're partners, best friends, and the loves of each others lives. One thousand years of a relationship does not come without bumps, and problems, and things we have to spend a long time working through. Every single time, we have done so successfully.

"One thousand years as a Mikaelson has also come with hundreds of people just like you, Genevieve. They've tried to get to Nik through me, or they've tried to turn me against him, or a thousand other attempts at causing us problems by breaking us apart. And not one of them, in all that time, has succeeded. And do you know what else, Genevieve?"

She cocked an eyebrow at me and gave a little snort, but I could see the way her shoulders tensed and the flicker of fear in the back of her eyes.

"Every single one of those people who tried to come at me and Nik? They're dead. And we're still standing."

Genevieve snorted, louder this time, shaking her head as she straightened and backed away from me. I stared her down, letting a feral smile slowly drag its way onto my face.

"Fine. If you won't help us, then I have no more use for you. So-"

"Oh dear. I hope that sentence isn't going to end in a threat against my lovely partner over there."

Genevieve whipped around, and I smiled at the sight we both found over her shoulder. Nik had arrived, covered in blood and grinning in the way that made my heart race. Clearly, he'd worked his way through at least some of the witches outside to get here. I grinned back at him.

"Your hold over this place, this world, is coming to an end, Klaus," said Genevieve, standing her ground remarkably well. "The two of you have terrorized this place long enough."

"Now you're bringing my girlfriend into it?" asked Nik, raising one eyebrow, a teasing tone in his voice. "Well, I really can't let that stand, now can I?"

"You're not going to have a choice," Genevieve growled. With that, she flung her arms out, whipping up a witchy storm to throw at Nik just as two more witches came into the room. Nik held his own alright—he was the Original Hybrid after all—but he couldn't stand on his own against three powers like this forever.

He needed help. And I was going to give it to him.

I closed my eyes, getting into the headspace I'd had to reach more times than I'd ever wanted to, but that had gotten Nik and I out of more than a few hard spots. Pure rage and a desire to protect the man I loved washed over me, and I pulled against my restraints with all my strength. I dislocated my thumbs to get them out of the cuffs, stifling a scream, then got to my feet and rushed Genevieve before she could realize I was free.

The next minutes were a blur. They always were, whenever Nik and I were in a fight like this. After landing a few hits and killing both of Genevieve's little helpers, I saw Nik go down. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, and I saw red as I whirled on Genevieve.

A few moments later, Genevieve followed Nik to the ground, although she was a little more dead. I stayed standing, trying to recover from the adrenaline. After I'd had a few moments, I crouched down next to Nik.

"Hey. Nik, wake up," I said, gently shaking his shoulder to try to rouse him. After a moment, thankfully, his eyelids fluttered. A second later, he sat into a seating position, looking ready for a fight. I quickly reached out to calm him, to reassure him that we were fine.

"What happened?" he asked, eyes still a little wild, even as he saw the bodies around us and started calming down.

"You lost it. Well, we lost it. Genevieve kidnapped me to get to you, you lost it on her and her little followers over that. She seriously hurt you, so I lost it and helped you finish them off. Same thing we've been running for a thousand years. We're alright."

Nik nodded, letting out a sigh and sagging a little. Then, he looked at me with a grin.

"You'd think after a thousand years they'd learn, wouldn't you?"

I sighed. "No kidding. Maybe this'll be the one that sticks."

Nik and I shared a smile as I leaned into him, kissing him softly before standing and offering a hand to help him up. No matter where we went or how much time passed, people would probably always try to come after me and Nik. But together, we were completely unstoppable. We'd spent the last thousand years proving it, and we'd spend the next thousand doing the same.

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izvmimi · 10 days

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cw: pop star au! alcohol mention. suggestive.

“unsure what your mentor gojo might have told you about me, yuuji,” you start, swirling your drink with the tip of your pinky finger with just one rotation before looking up at the man before you. "but i don't particularly enjoy the idea of being used to springboard another artist's career."

yuuji itadori hasn't picked a soloist name yet, still known by Yuyu as part of his four-member boy band, but the cutesy name doesn't fit with the venom of your voice, so you call him by his first name. plus, if you are truly meant to be working together, close and personal, you might as well get comfortable. he grins when you pronounce his name rather than bristle at your statement, the gleam in straight, heartthrob-white teeth almost a taunt to you.

"i don't think that's exactly what i'm aiming for but good to know."

his eyes flit from yours to the drink you just stirred, and watches as you put it to your lips, not saying a word. he looks practically cautious, and for a moment you wonder if he's grossed out by the action or if he's just intrigued by the shine on your glossed lips.

yuuji's dressed relatively subdued tonight, in a simple black turtleneck, unlike the shimmery gold chain shirt you remember him wearing on his most recent performance, standing out amongst the crowd despite his quite attractive band mates. the dusky pink of his hair which his design team clearly insists on accentuating doesn't help to avoid drawing your eyes to his among the group like a beacon. everything about him says look at me, look at me from the bright hue in his brown eyes and his build at the perfect balance of thick and aesthetic. you can't deny you too have been looking but you're tired of offering olive branches to bright eyed up-and-comers who lack the ability to be grateful.

you're not some type of gatekeeper but you know this game and gojo wasn't even subtle about it.

make my boy a star! toodles!

you roll your eyes at the thought, but even you have to admit he's mentored you a bit too though to get you where you are. despite being about yuuji's age, you're practically a household name, thanks to gojo's willingness to believe in you. you sigh.

"anyway, i'll have my agent contact you in the morning. we don't have to discuss anything more."

you throw back the rest of your drink and reach for your purse. yuuji raises his eyebrow at you then chuckles. the drink before him is untouched implying a bit of trepidation, but he's leaned back in his chair, one leg propped up on the chair stretcher. it's a look that's far too casual, that would look slightly disrespectful if he weren't so soft-looking.

"if you're uncomfortable being that close to me, you should really just say so," yuuji says. his arms stretch out above him and you tilt your head to the side.

"excuse me?"

yuuji also rises to his feet, and the difference of stature between you two is suddenly noticeable as you hang your purse around you. he intimidates you a bit, you have to admit, especially when he's close like this.

sweet. harmless. a little cocky. fuckable.

he skirts a little closer to you leaning in, his voice honeyed, ready to strike.

"you don't have to be my springboard. if anything, you can bounce off of me if you'd like."

yuuji laughs as your breath catches in your throat, but you shake it out and press a hand against his chest, pushing a comfortable distance between you two.

you're not going to be held accountable for a comment you made in a variety show months ago, even if it were true.

"don't push your luck," you hiss. he beams, and he's no longer sweet venom but the sweet man coming to you for a simple opportunity, no strings attached.

"you're right! i'll do anything you say," his lips pull sweetly and you wonder if you're being sucked in just like his fans.

he's polished perfect for the people, but that doesn't mean he's perfect for you.

but as he follows you out and your driver arrives depositing both of you safely at your respective homes, you wonder if perhaps a little romp will do any harm.

#yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #daydreams: jjk #mimi’s notes #mimi writes: pop star! au

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thegirlking · 7 months

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Mother and son shaped by trauma: a deeper look into Alma and Bruno's damaged relationship

Alma and Bruno's mother-son relationship seems like such a minor aspect of the movie, but when you give it some thought, despite the limited focus, it's not only a very complex relationship, but also a narratively significant one.

Obviously we don't have a lot of information on it, but let me reflect a bit on the things we do know, while trying to fill in some blanks. Long post ahead.

Back to the start - how did it go so wrong?

There's one particularly interesting detail that Jared Bush shared on a podcast some time ago. It mostly comes down to the reason Bruno's visions were usually so negative: because that's how he was taught to use his gift by his mother, who would ask him to look into the future for any possible dangers to their home.

Now, this makes perfect sense for Alma's character and gives a great insight into how her trauma affected her. It's a completely natural consequence of the tragedy she experienced - of course she would be gripped by fear and desperate to protect her home from another tragedy at all cost. And the power of foresight is seemingly the ultimate key to preventing tragedy, so of course she would rely on her child's gift for that...

...and yes, that's a great burden to put on your child's shoulders and something that clearly had troubling consequences. The particularly frustrating thing being that those consequences could have been largely prevented only if Bruno had proper understanding and emotional support.

The thing is...the understanding and support probably were there for some time. Some bonus materials suggest that Bruno was not always the black sheep of the family, but quite the opposite. He was apparently once the golden child of the family - until people began to believe his gift was actually responsible for bad future events.

Which brings me to the important question: why did it go so wrong? If Alma herself believed Bruno's gift could help prevent disaster, how and why did this belief that it's actually causing disaster came to be? Didn't she try to protect her son from his gift being horribly misunderstood?

Well, I'd like to give Alma the benefit of the doubt that she did try to protect him, at least when he was a child. But I do wonder if she simply grew exhausted by Bruno at some point, as he grew older? Exhausted by his unclear visions, which were hard to control and not that helpful after all (I think Dolores' verse in WDTAB kinda suggests it). Exhausted by Bruno's eccentric personality that was so far away from the "perfect image" she wanted for the family. And maybe that frustration led to her ultimately neglecting him emotionally and enabling the negative attitude to his gift, even if it wasn't intentional on her part.

Broken trust

Again, this is all just my interpretation and I don't want to assume the worst without any proof... however, I do think it's reasonable to believe that Alma did fail Bruno in some way.

And she might have not realized it, but I think Bruno himself very much felt she failed him. That would also explain his evident lack of trust in her. I talked in one of my previous posts how Bruno not trusting Alma with the vision about Mirabel is a big red flag that something was very wrong in the family. Ideally, he should have been able to trust his mother with the vision, but we were as far from the ideal scenario as we could be - Bruno choosing to hide the vision is a clear sign how damaged his relationship with his mother was at this point and how broken his trust in her was.

Ironically, if Bruno's decision was a result of broken trust in his mother...the same decision also broke her trust in him.

Let's look at it from her (sympathetic but misguided) perspective for a moment. Bruno's gift was something she had relied on in order to protect her family. And so many years later, no matter what the present attitude to his gift was, she still went to him in a difficult moment. So the fact that he essentially denied her that help would definitely feel like a huge betrayal - for Alma it probably looked like Bruno had betrayed the family and betrayed the miracle.

Those would be the understandable feelings of a traumatized woman who probably couldn't stand losing someone she loves yet again - believing Bruno betrayed and abandoned them because he doesn't care was likely a kind of coping mechanism to numb the grief.

Regardless of how understandable those feelings might be though, this coping mechanism was deeply unhealthy and harmful. What's more, the choice to paint Bruno as the bad guy shows horrible lack of self-awareness. And that lack of self-awareness only intensified the unhealthy environment in the family.

Because in the end, Bruno leaving the family should have been the wake-up call that the "perfect" family might have some issues to work through and something needs to change to avoid driving away anyone else. Alma might have not known Bruno's motives to leave, might have been understandably angry and hurt about him hiding the vision, but she definitely should have reflected on her own mistakes as a mother that led to Bruno making this decision.

Protecting the family and understanding the true miracle

But beyond how trauma shaped their relationship, I think there's something else at the core of the issue: their love for their family and their different understanding of what it means to protect it.

I talked about how Alma went to Bruno in a difficult moment, when she feared for the future of the miracle - and that the fact he never gave her the vision and simply ran away must have felt like a betrayal to the miracle.

In some way Bruno did betray the miracle - he betrayed the miracle in the way Alma understood the miracle at that point, as a source of magic more than anything else. And ironically, by doing so, Bruno showed that he actually understood what the miracle was truly about.

Alma was so fixated on protecting the miracle that she ended up losing sight of what was truly important and hurt the family. On the other hand, Bruno saw a threat to the miracle and yet still chose protecting his young niece's well being over anything else - one "giftless" little girl mattered more than the magic.

My point here isn't "Alma bad, Bruno good", that's a huge simplification. Both of those characters were very damaged and were going to unhealthy extremes to protect what was important to them. I'm not saying Bruno's decision to hide the vision was the "right" one or something to be glorified - I mostly think that it's a decision that should have never been made and again, the fact he felt he had to do that shows the deep rooted issues within the family.

But ultimately, he did have the right priority there - of course Mirabel's well being matters more than the magic. Every member of the family matters more than the magic. That's the whole point of the movie and the core of Alma's character arc - realizing that the family itself is the greatest gift.

And one detail I particularly like is that Alma and Bruno are the two people to tell Mirabel she's the real miracle in the end - it shows their values are finally on the same page and there's finally hope for mutual understanding between them.

#Encanto #encanto meta #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #my meta #long post #bear with me writing long encanto meta again #a lot of this has probably been discussed before

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Eyes like Stars [Bobby Axel x Reader Multi-chapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 19 - The Secrets We Keep.

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18+ explicit smut, multi-chapter read.

"What did he want?! Did you fuck him? Did you?!” / “I WAS GONNA MARRY YOU! I WAS GONNA MARRY A WHORE! A whore!”

Everything you've done up to this point was for Bobby and Bobby alone. What else would your intentions be for if it wasn't to hold onto and save everything the two of you have for one another? Bobby's set in his ways but the idea of losing you to the same fate Helen chose for herself is too much to bear. To see it is one thing, experience it--another, but just how much love can you claim if the one you adore is now the one hurting you?

[WARNINGS]: Mentions & themes of drug addiction and selling / Domestic abuse / Physical abuse / Verbal abuse / Depictions & themes of injury and blood.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The Eyes Like Stars girlies can EAT!! 🥺🙏🏻 And especially so since I will be putting this fic on a temporary hiatus as I focus more on finishing up/writing my Godfather fics first. I'm definitely not abandoning this fic and I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea that I am! With so my fics in my rotation and life changes, I'm struggling between balancing all of them and burning out/hitting writer's block. I will definitely return to this fic once I've completed my others and then we will go on with Emily and Bobby's story! For now, enjoy this (temporary) last chapter before the hiatus kicks in. I would also like to clarify for the sensitive nature of this chapter that I do not condone or romanticize abuse in any sort of way. This chapter also doesn't glorify it or anything like that.

Bobby’s release from prison marks the end of his and Helen’s relationship and you find yourself spending more time with Bobby and taking care of him after everything he’s been through. Working and living in Manhattan as a college drop-out, you distance yourself from Helen who Bobby and you take solace with one another in hopes to get out of the toxic lifestyle of drug use—promising each other to start a new life with one another and get clean. Falling in love with Bobby, you experience a mutual, passionate and loving relationship with its own highs and lows that promises to bloom into something more serious but also can threaten to collapse. As Bobby’s new girlfriend, your relationship hangs on a thread with old skeletons coming back into Bobby’s life, relapses, and a new panic on the horizon that threatens to undo it all.

Bobby knows Upper West Side Manhattan like the back of his hand; better than the majority of Manhattan-born residents through every street, turn, and block.

Give him a street and Bobby could tell you every corner store, the names of apartment buildings, if he knows anyone who lives there, who is shooting up, who is selling, and where the narcs are like it’s common sense.

“Bobby Axel” is a name every dealer, junkie, and narco alike knows on the street; word going around and connections made just like everybody else.

Bobby knows every detail of his home like it’s his duty, and it’s given him the advantage of sneaking away from the unwary or police at the perfect time with the layout of the city engrained in the back of his mind.

Bobby can never see himself doing anything else, anywhere else. Upper West Side Manhattan is his home. Needle Park is his home; it always has been, it always will be.

Being from New York City yourself but having memorized the same streets you, Bobby, and your friends are in day after day, everything you know and think you know of Upper West Side Manhattan pales in comparison to what Bobby knows.

Just as you think you’re taking the regular route back home from work, Bobby keeps his distance far behind you—blending into the crowd and particularly remaining next to the other outcasts and junkies dressed in navy jeans and a baggy hoodie like him.

You walk straight towards your apartment as you always have; not a single convenience store or grocery surrounds you upon the path you’re taking and Bobby can’t help but analyze your environment carefully; thinking if you took a different turn, you may bump into him in the next few minutes.

You don’t, and on purpose, Bobby lets you get home far before he does. So as long as you don’t know he’s coming and that Bobby wants to talk to you, he can approach you with time and circumstance on Bobby’s side.

Bobby takes the “scenic” route home, letting himself linger around the streets with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and the hood up, covering his head.

Trash litters the sidewalks with torn newspaper pages flying about, wrapping over flickering lampposts; the scents of cigarettes, garbage, and body odor lingering around the corners of each street Bobby passes by accompany him with the cool fall air and dimly lit, grimy blocks twisting and leading to your apartment.

It’s been years since Bobby’s memorized the crumbling streets before him, every old building and every hot spot that normally distracts and cools Bobby down when he’s pissed or stressed to shit but nothing gets through to him now.

Bobby can’t walk off his anger this time and he knows it. Bobby’s only able to remind himself why he’s going home—with the belief you’ve been lying to him this entire time.

Lying to him about the true nature of your work relationship with Sykes; every complaint you made, every time you called in sick just to avoid seeing him, and all that you explained to Bobby—what else would it all be for?

‘It makes sense.’ Bobby grits his teeth, keeping his eyes on the street as he continues briskly walking down the block.

Bobby’s judgment is immediately clouded with his irritation and anger; the idea of your encounter that he saw firsthand can’t be thought of as anything else but some sort of affair.

Why else would that smug son of a bitch have that look on his face watching you leave, let alone stand there adjusting his jeans after another secret get-together the two of you had?

Unbeknownst of Bobby’s eyes on both you and Sykes, you know the truth of what happened and how you still feel against your supervisor; bitter, mostly indifferent, and annoyed, but when it comes to shooting and selling, everyone’s needs are all the same. Everyone’s the same.

Thinking nothing of it and unsurprised by Bobby’s absence back at your apartment, you step in and set your purse and keys down before locking the front door.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you rub your temple gingerly before slipping off your shoes and shrugging off your jacket.

The only thing on your mind at the moment is relaxation—time to yourself and nothing more; that is all shared with Bobby once he gets back home from what you subconsciously assume is selling or out with Chico, Irene, and the others.

You open your purse and carefully take out the wad of cash from Sykes you quickly stuffed inside before setting it on the coffee table in the living room.

Pulling your hair up into a loose ponytail, you head towards your bedroom and undress; opting for a comfy pair of sweatpants and a black spaghetti-strap tank top.

Feeling at ease in the comfort of your own home with no need to pretend to be inconspicuous or watch for a narco on the side of the street, you step into the bathroom momentarily to freshen up.

Glancing up in the mirror, you blink at your reflection and realize how you’ve been wearing nothing but exhaustion over your expression—and all too well at that.

Sighing softly, you turn on the tap to lukewarm water before adjusting it to get hotter—grabbing a bar of soap and beginning to scrub at your hands to wash them off and give them a good rinse.

You pause for a moment, staring at the running water as you swallow hard. You can’t help but feel you’re expecting something—anticipating something you’ve forgotten.

Attempting to shake off the queasy feeling brewing in your stomach, you purposefully avoid looking towards your arms and adjust the water to an almost ice-cold temperature.

Splashing your face off to awaken yourself a bit, you then close the tap and dry off your hands and face with a towel before walking back into the living room.

Your eyes land on the wad of cash placed upon the center of the coffee table once more as you begin to approach it; plopping down on the couch and reaching over for the money.

‘Eighty dollars.’ You can still practically hear Sykes’ voice in your head; seeping with the same desperation as someone whose used it more than once, but hasn’t fallen into an addiction just yet.

Your fingers flip through the twenty dollar bills in your hands again and again as you find yourself zoning in and out, barely focused on what you’re doing, to begin with.

You frown, staring at the fading number twenty imprinted on one of the dollar bills before you graze your thumb over it.

You know more than anything you don’t need this money, but Bobby does.

‘All of this is for Bobby,’ you think to yourself, sitting up to set down the cash neatly on the coffee table. ‘It’s not for me. I don’t need this… I don’t need any of this. This is all for him.’

Just as you set down the neatly stacked wad of cash down upon the coffee table in front of you again, you almost knock it over and send it flying from the impact of how hard you flinch at the sound of the front door abruptly unlocking and flying open.

Blinking in surprise, you look up to see Bobby entering your apartment and letting the door slam behind him.

Without so much as a smile, a “hello” or even that soft look in Bobby’s eyes you’ve gotten used to seeing when he comes home to you, all you can pick up is the anger, irritation, and bitterness scowling over Bobby’s expression.

‘Bobby?’ The unforgiving look in Bobby’s eyes replaces any look of love he once ever gave you; his body language demanding and expectant as if you demanded Bobby to approach you as such.

In a split second, Bobby’s eyes dart down to the money in front of you before cruelty mixes with the anger in his eyes and he sends his apartment keys flying onto the dining table across the room.

“Bobby—” You flinch again pressing your back against the couch.

“Yeah,” Bobby raises his voice over you sharply, cutting you off. “Counting that good money Sykes gave you? Made sure every dollar was accounted for?”

Stunned and at a loss for words, your reaction merely gives Bobby a green light to continue as he grits his teeth, approaching you in the living room.

“Did that son of a bitch pay you before or after you sucked his cock?”

“What?!” You flinch again as Bobby kicks the stack of money off of the coffee table, sending it flying to various spots in the living room.

“Answer my fucking questions!” Bobby shouts at you, facing you directly. “What did you do to him, huh? What did he want?! Did you fuck him? Did you?!”

“Bobby, I—”

“You stupid fucking whore!” Bobby seethes, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tilting your head back instantaneously to slap you across the face.

“Ah!” Yelping out loudly in pain, the force of Bobby’s slap with him letting go of your hair was harsh enough to cause you to flail off the couch face down—hitting the side of your body against the armrest.

“Bobby! What are you—" You hiccup, bursting out sobbing from fear, pain, and confusion hitting you all at once.

Without even realizing it, you’re holding up your arms—still quivering—up to your face to shield you from impact, shakily looking up at your boyfriend.

Bobby breathes heavily, taking a step back from you; his eyes bloodshot and glistening with tears of frustration and anger as both of you take in what just occurred.

‘Bobby…’ Your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach as shock and guilt rack over you in a wave of nausea and numbness throughout your body.

‘Baby…’ Bobby hit you.

Your boyfriend—the one who cried in your arms night after night, the one you couldn’t bear to see in pain, suffering from his withdrawals or illness from being unable to feed and take care of himself properly; Bobby who you washed away all the pain and sadness off of his body, kissed the scratches over his stomach and would do anything for, hit you over something that never even happened.

Bobby doesn’t wait for another response from you nor is his intention to give you an explanation for his sudden outburst; he’s hellbent on releasing his anger first.

“Don’t act surprised with me,” Bobby hisses, beginning to raise his tone. “You whore! You—”

Seeing as you flinch again by being called a “whore”, Bobby lunges towards you again in response and grabs both of your arms as you scream out and attempt to thrash away.

“YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Bobby hauls you up by your arms and throws you back down on the couch. “WHORE! You were heading straight back home my ass!”

“Bobby—” You cry out in pain, “BOBBY!’

Blow after blow only worsens and grows harsher with each hit over your arms and wrists before Bobby begins to aim his fists toward your head; grabbing a fistful of your hair.

Screeching out, you struggle against Bobby’s overpowering grip but manage to clutch his wrists—digging your nails into Bobby’s wrists and prying them off of you with every ounce of strength you have left in you.

“BOBBY, STOP!” You hiccup again throughout your sobs, pushing him away from you. “Stop it, STOP! Please, stop!”

“Stop what?!” Bobby scowls, “you didn’t stop fucking lying to me so tell me why I should stop now!”

“Bobby—” Your lip trembles as you notice his gaze fall to the dollar bills scattered over the living room floor.

Bobby nods to himself slowly, eyeing every dollar bill he can see before staring back up at you; ready to lunge at you once more. “He paid you eighty dollars?”

“Bobby—” You sniffle, your bottom lip trembling as you grip the fabric of the couch tightly.

“My girlfriend’s pussy is only worth eighty dollars?” Bobby narrows his eyes, “you cheap, used fucking whore!”

“STOP IT! STOP!” Screaming out at him, you scramble up and off the couch to rush towards the bathroom. “I didn’t! I didn’t do anything, I—”

“Come here, you fucking slut!” Bobby immediately begins to follow after you, reaching out to grab you again.

“I didn’t—no! NO! STOP IT, BOBBY!” Wailing, you barely make it to the bathroom before Bobby sends you flying to the floor with a rough shove like a ragdoll.

“I SAID COME HERE!” His sudden amount of strength against you who can barely breathe through your tears would take you by surprise if you weren’t the one Bobby was releasing his frustrations out on.

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” You shriek, landing on your side with a thud—almost knocking over the coffee table. “Stop it!” You shakily brace yourself for impact, holding your arms up to your face, pleading, “Please stop! PLEASE! L-let me talk to you—”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit!” Bobby screams back down at you, pointing, “I saw you walking out of the fucking side exit of your corporate shit hole, used and bought like the fucking whore you are! Can’t even face the front street so other people don’t pick up on it, huh?!”

“Bobby—” You flinch, wounded by his words.

“And for what?!” Bobby throws his hands up in the air, “for eighty dollars? You and that fucking asshole you kept telling me about? You think I’m fucking stupid, Emily? Huh—” Bobby hovers over top of you, leaning down to squeeze your face harshly as you continue crying out. “Huh? HUH!? You think I’m fucking stupid?!”

“B-Bobby!” You sputter, hiccupping. “How—”

“How do I know?!” Bobby scoffs, abruptly letting go of your face. “I followed you, you stupid bitch! I followed you because I knew you were fucking lying!”

“NO! I wasn’t—”

“You had someplace to be and I knew it from how you were checking that stupid fucking watch constantly—“ Bobby points to the shattered watch barely holding together over your wrist from the impact of his blows. “You fucking lied to me! You said you were gonna grab some shit from the store before coming back home, huh?! YOU WERE WITH ANOTHER MAN!”

“NO, I WASN’T! I wasn’t, Bobby! I wasn’t!” Your throat burns from screaming back at him in desperation. “I sold him shit, that’s all he wanted! I sold him what he fucking needed so he would get off my ass about it! I didn’t touch him and he didn’t touch me, I swear to you! I swear!”

Bobby ignores you, rolling his eyes; only a clear indication of the lack of a foundation of trust between the two of you.

“Listen to me,” Bobby hisses, pointing at his eyes with his hands trembling from mounting anger. “I would rather gouge my own eyes out than ever see you with someone else. Is that what I have to do? Hmm?” His eyes sting with tears. “Is that what you want me to do? Scratch my own fucking eyes out? I’ll do—”

“NO, STOP IT!” You let out a shriek at the top of your lungs before immediately trying to scramble up to your feet.

“Then my girlfriend’s a fucking whore!” Bobby lunges back at you but trips over the lamp cord, causing it to fall over and shatter to pieces on the floor—buying you a few seconds of precious time to race to the bedroom.

“And I was gonna marry you!” Bobby gives up the chase as you slam the door behind you, pressing your back against it with all of your might to keep it shut.

“YOU KNOW THAT?!” Bobby follows to the bedroom, screaming at the closed door in front of him. “I WAS GONNA MARRY YOU! I WAS GONNA MARRY A WHORE! A whore!”

Barely able to stand on your own feet and shivering out of control, you sob loudly as you rest your head against the door.

Sneering, Bobby turns back and grabs your keys off the counter before taking off from the suite entirely—purposefully letting the door slam behind him.

‘Oh my God…’ You crumble to your knees; your eyes tender and aching from sobbing but unable to stop yourself from letting your emotions consume you entirely.

With too much to process and take in, all you can do is helplessly look at the scratches and light gashes over your body from everything Bobby’s done to you.

Promised bruises and fresh blood dripping from your nose; everything stings yet feels hazy and warm to the touch.

Tilting your head back slowly, you attempt to take in a deep breath but every sense of calmness has departed you upon the first blow Bobby delivered.

All you can do is cry in pain that both your heart and mind feel. All you can do is let it eat you alive now. All you do is lay on the floor by the door and drown in your own tears.

Bobby walked out on you after all and as he did, he thought about nothing but what his relationship with you has come to now.

Bobby’s true possessive nature got the better of him, and he knows he can’t handle it at its fullest either—not after everything he went through with Helen prostituting herself.

If anything, Bobby’s made it clear to you that he desires and craves you and only you to the extent that just the thought of having to share you or seeing you with someone else makes him want to kill himself.

Still, even though he’s out on the streets with nothing but a bruised ego, his hatred, his anger, and his broken pride, the only thing he can think of is that you may just have been telling nothing but the truth.

#al pacino #al pacino x reader #melis-writes #bobby axel x reader #bobby axel x oc #bobby axel fanfic #the panic in needle park #the panic in needle park fanfic #the panic in needle park smut #bobby axel x reader smut #bobby axel #eyes like stars fanfic #the panic in needle park x reader

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the-pink-quill · 2 months

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Phee's Reaction to Non and Keng makes Perfect sense for the Character

And he's have felt very fairy-godfatherly if he had reacted any different.

Let's step back a bit, into Phee's shoes. Give up, for a moment, your omniscient knowledge of events as a viewer, and work only with the information and emotions of Phee, a 15/16 year old teenager. He's not an adult and not mature, so we will not judge his emotional response as such. He is also, far more privileged than Non, be it socially, financially, or in regard to his relationships with his family and his mental health. So, we shall keep that in mind.

Phee has no family pressuring him to prove himself, rather, from how politely his father talked to him in ep 9 despite having to cover for him in the accounts case (something which will anger any reasonable parent upon finding out their child was involved in illegal dealings), we can see he is fully secure in the knowledge that his father will back him up whenever he needs him to. His father probably also knows and is okay with the fact that his son is gay.

He is also charismatic, enough to wheedle into this friend group probably years after its formation and still have acquired enough authority to make them do something they didn't want to (the film) and take charge immediately after the fall of Por. He's also physically strong. That makes it extremely unlikely that he had ever been bullied or had to deal with bullying, and if you've never dealt with it, you don't know how hard it is for the victim.

Lastly, his family is not shown to be struggling and he is mentally sound (so far as we're shown).

Non is his boyfriend, who was, prior to the leak of the video, abnormally close to his teacher, enough for Phee to question Non about this. Despite reassurances, the doubt never went away. Phee asks Non, as any good boyfriend would, if he needs help, and Non says no.

And then the video drops. Phee is angry enough as is, as anybody, especially a teenager already frustrated with his boyfriend's secrecy would be, but then he catches him embracing the same teacher.

Again, I would reiterate that Phee is

1) a 15-year old child with the emotional and logical range of a 15-year old sheltered teenager,

2) not shown to be particularly taken with global scale activism which would be the only way he'd figure out, logically (and I would argue logic is not at the forefront of your mind when anger is the reigning emotion), that Non was being exploited.

Considering the response of the Thai public to the video and the fact that Keng wasn't immediately fired, the situation is not considered 'exploitive' by social standards. It seems to be taken for granted that the relationship was consensual. Coming from a country with similar values, let me tell you that students marrying their teachers is considered 'romantic' where I live. Heck, in my school, there was a teacher who flirted with some select students all the time, and was never fired. He was actually very popular, and it wasn't until years after I left school that I realized how problematic that was. It was not something we were taught, socially, was predatory.

Phee would have to be involved in global level activism, to see others from vastly different backgrounds talk about how problematic this behavior is, to realize that his perception of the situation was warped.

So, back to the video leak. Phee watches the video, and gets emotional fast. Despite his patience with Non thus far, he is not Buddha (if he were, he'd not have gotten involved in New's scheme). He sees proof of all his fears being proven true, and then sees, with his own eyes, further proof of the same. Of course he lashes out. Of course he leaves, because I suspect had he stayed, Keng would have gotten a lot more bruises, and not much talking would have been done.

Of course he says what he does to Non, from the innate urge to hurt him just how much he himself was hurting. In that moment, he may very well have used his knowledge of Non's insecurities and mental health issues to pointedly attack Non, because he is not thinking beyond his own hurt. And if you think you'd have reacted any differently, you're probably too old to remember what it felt like to be a teenager.

And of course he blocks Non.

If this were a reddit post, this is what it would read like:

"AITA for blocking my boyfriend after watching a video of him being intimate with his teacher, who he assured me repeatedly he was not involved with?"

Fill in the rest with Phee's knowledge of the situation (I do not think he knows about the mafia or the money he got from Keng or the true extent of the group's bullying; correct me if I am wrong) and tell me the replies, even from you, wouldn't be a resounding "Well Done!"

He finds out about a lot of things from reading Non's script, but the breakup was long before that. And I don't feel it right to blame him for a normal teenage reaction to his first relationship imploding in such a way.

Not when Chay from Kinnporsche was lauded for the same reaction.

#dff #dff the series #dff meta #dead friend forever #dead friend forever meta #dead friend forever the series #dff non #dff phee #pheenon #phee dff #non dff

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beenbaanbuun · 2 years

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Perfect Misery - Poly!GyuHan

Words - 5.2K

Genre - Angst (was meant to be smut but I got carried away lmao)

Warning(s) - panic attack, self-doubt, GyuHan being idiots, Y/N also is an idiot, miscommunication i guess

Somehow you’d gotten not one, but two beautiful men to fall in love with you. First came Mingyu, the lovable himbo that always had a dopey grin on his face and a bad joke on the tip of his tongue. Everything he did was endearing from the way he stood shirtless at the stove with a frying pan to how he tripped over the kitchen rug every time he walked past it. You were so completely in love with him that sometimes, you weren't sure how to express it. It was fine, though; he understood what you meant every time you fumbled over those three little words.

Next came Jeonghan. In truth, the man had always been a little sceptical of you. You weren't particularly good at hiding your interest in the two men, and his boyfriend seemed to be just as fond as you. The man had to sit and listen for hours as Mingyu talked about something cute you’d done in class that day all while keeping the deep-seated jealousy under control. It wasn’t until Mingyu invited you around to their home that he understood his boyfriend’s obsession with you. You were delicate and soft, pretty and sweet. It was like you filled the hole in their relationship, giving Jeonghan the femininity that Gyu was missing. You were perfect.

They were perfect too. Mingyu was a strong and dependable friend, who quickly adapted to being your strong and dependable lover. Jeonghan seemed to welcome you with open arms, taking care of you in ways that you never even knew you wanted. He’d get in certain foods he knew you liked, cut up fresh fruit for you when you were too immersed in studying to eat, wash your hair when you didn't feel like showering. All in all, the two of them together seemed to complete you. You got everything you could ever want from a relationship.

Except for the title. In private, you were their girlfriend, but to their friends and family, you were just a friend who was staying with them for a while. Of course, you knew how little acceptance your relationship would receive in the outside world, but you had to admit that it hurt when you watched them be all boyfriend-y in public whilst you had to keep a wide birth to not give anything away. Each kiss that they shared in public became a stab through the heart for you.

Deep down, you knew that being jealous of your own boyfriends wasn't healthy. Not for you, or them, or the whole relationship. But then again, insecurities weren't something that would just disappear. They fester, growing in the dark of your mind until they decide to rear their ugly head, reminding you that you shouldn't get too comfortable with yourself. Sometimes, your mind was your own worst enemy.

That's why when your boyfriends came home, practically buzzing with excitement, and told you that they’d been invited on a double date with another couple, you had to pretend to be happy for them. In reality, all you wanted to do was break down right there on the floor, sobbing into the thick rug that protected your knees against the hardwood floor. Instead, you just put your laptop to the side with a sigh and gave them an obviously fake smile. Your reaction could have been better, but it was all you could muster.

“That sounds cool. I hope you guys have a nice time.” You sounded too robotic, even to your own ears. The sound of your voice made the pair tone their excitement down just a little as they shared a worried look with one another. Trust them to be good boyfriends that took note of your moods.

“You know, we dont have to go if you dont want us to.” Mingyu said. He’d picked up on your jealousy not too long ago. At first, he thought it was just something small that you could brush under the rug once you got back into the safety of your own home. He even went as far as joking about how cute you were when the three of you were around people, your little pout growing as more and more time passed. At that moment, though, he realised there was probably more to it than that.

“No, no,” You waved your hands in a ‘stop’ motion, “Don’t let me spoil your fun. Besides, I have a lot of work to catch up on. I might finally get a bit of peace and quiet.” The laugh you let out sounded fake, and weirdly similar to a sob. No matter what you said to reassure the boys, your actions seemed to say the opposite.

“We’d have a lot more fun if we were with you,” Jeonghan emphasised the frown that was on his face before sitting down and shuffling over to where you were sitting. Once he was right in front of you, he took your hand in his and kissed the knuckles. It was something he did whenever he needed to reassure you, which gave you the impression that your acting wasn't going nearly as well as you’d hoped.

“That's not what I meant,” you countered, “I just mean that I’m not going to stop you from going out and meeting up with other couples. It’ll be fun, and I dont want to come in the way of that if its something the two of you want to do.”

One thing they loved about you was your stubbornness. Once you were set on something, the two of them knew they’d never win. Apparently, you were set on the two of them going on the double date, despite the fact that it very clearly upset you. Perhaps they’d be able to talk more about your feelings if the conversation were to continue, but you picked your laptop back up and immersed yourself in whatever was on your screen once more, signifying that it was time for them to leave you alone to study. So they did.

Truth be told, you didn't get all that much studying done. Not when your mind was racing with thoughts of the two of them going on a date alone. Since the start of the three-way relationship, none of you had been on a date without everyone present. That's if you could really even call them dates since you couldn’t even hold their hands in public. It must’ve looked like you really enjoyed third wheeling…

Actually, you didn't get any studying done at all, even when you had fully intended to. Most of the time you just sat there, a blank word document staring you in the face as you desperately tried to think of anything other than the double date. It was hard though, especially when no matter where you were in the apartment, you could hear the two of them giggling and chatting with each other. It just reminded you of how perfect they were as a couple. Just the two of them alone seemed to work so well, and in the same manner as your jealousy, another insecurity popped up out of the blue and made its nest in the front of your brain.

Why were you there? What on earth could you possibly add to their relationship that they didnt have already? They’d already dated for two years before you came along, so in the grand scheme of things, you were insignificant. They were perfect for each other, anyone could see that. In fact, your friend group seemed to think it was necessary to constantly remind everyone that Jeonghan and Mingyu were soulmates.

But if those two were soulmates, where did you fit in?

You slammed the lid of your laptop shut, deciding to go and do something that would actually take your mind off of everything. Food shopping would be good, you decided, quickly getting dressed before grabbing your car keys and heading towards the front door.

“I’m nipping to the shop!” You called out, the sound of movement ringing through the air as the boys scrambled towards you. Jeonghan arrived first, a grin on his face as he delivered a soft peck on your lips. Mingyu was quick to move behind you and wrap his arms tightly around your waist in a warm hug.

“Okay, Pumpkin,” the deep-voiced man spoke into the crook of your neck. “Don't forget t-”

“I wont forget your apple juice, Gyu,” you pulled away from him and moved towards the door, desperate to leave before your mind could start spouting those cruel words to you again. “Besides, I have the list in my pocket. I can just check that.”

And with a smile, you were out of the door leaving the two frowning men at the front door.

“That we have that date tonight.” Mingyu continued just as you slammed the door shut, a little too late for you to hear him.

“Well, shit,” Jeonghan said.

“She’s forgotten, hasn't she?”

“She definitely has. Send her a text, will you?”

Mingyu nodded, whipping his phone out of his pocket and typing up a quick text:

Dont forget that me and Hannie have that date! It won’t take long. We’ll be back before you know it, Pumpkin xxx

But when he pressed the send button, the chime of your phone sounded out, alerting the two of them that you’d left your phone behind. Usually, your forgetfulness was an endearing quality, but the collective groan that the men let out said otherwise.

“She’ll be back before we leave, right?” Jeonghan checked his watch, despite knowing that she most certainly would not be back in time. You liked to take your time with food shopping. For some sick reason, you enjoyed it.

“Not unless she's back in an hour.” The older man replied.

“Well, shit.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

And with that, Mingyu sped towards the kitchen where a small notepad rested on the side. They usually used it if Mingyu noticed they were running low on an ingredient whilst he was cooking. It saved him from remembering to add to the shopping list, which, let's face it, he’d definitely forget to do. Next to it was your favourite pen; a sparkly red one that Jeonghan bought because it reminded him of you. Fierce but cute, were the exact words he used. The memory made Mingyu’s heart swell a little.

It didn't take the two of them too long to write a note for you, which they left on the shoe rack for you to see when you got back. It left them plenty of time to get ready for their date, which they’d become less excited about since witnessing your initial reaction. The more they thought about it, the crueller it seemed to leave you at home like you were nothing more than their side piece. It was too late now, though. With only a few minutes to spare before they had to leave, they couldn't exactly cancel. And so with heavy hearts, they switched the lights off and left the apartment, grim expressions on their faces.

By the time you returned, arms ladened with bags, the apartment was dark. It was strange since it was only early evening and the boys werent going anywhere as far as you were aware. A frown rested on your face as you placed the bags down and moved the take your shoes off. It wasnt until you were about to put them down on the rack that you spotted a small piece of paper, messy writing scrawled across it in your favourite red pen.

Sorry that we left before you came back. I think you forgot about our date and you didn't listen when I tried to remind you. I'm glad you remembered my juice though! We shouldn’t be too late back. We're only going to show our face and then the moment we can escape, we will. We can cuddle when we get back so wait up for us!!!! Love you, Pumpkin <3

Oh.

Even after all that worrying, you'd forgotten about the thing you were worrying about in the first place. You felt a wave of misery wash over you as you let the bags tumble to the ground. With them fell a tear. It was sudden and unwanted, and before you knew it, you were crouched by the shoe rack sobbing into your hands. You hoped that you’d have time to mentally prepare yourself for this, but since you’d forgotten, the pain that tore through you was unbridled.

You had no one to blame but yourself. You were the one that told them to go and you were the one that forgot what day it was, so it was obvious that it was your own fault. Not to mention that you were the one that had been lying to them for months about how you were okay with the way things were. In reality, you really weren’t. The pain you felt when you had to watch them from afar grew each time you were out in public until now, it was almost unbearable.

You were sure that they didnt feel the same pain. How could they when they were in this together? It wasnt like they were the ones that were pushed to the side having to watch as everyone excluded them from their own relationship. They didnt have to sit there and listen to compliment after compliment about what a good couple their partners made. They didnt have constant jokes thrown in their direction about being the thirdwheel.

But you guessed it was true in a way. You were the third wheel in your own relationship, and no amount of love could take away the fact that they were together before they even knew who you were. They knew everything about one another before they even knew your name. While you were still learning their likes and dislikes, they knew enough to write a whole series of books about each other. Even now, you were still learning about them.

You didn’t know how long you were sat on the floor for, but it was long enough for the frozen items in the paper bags the melt, turning them to mush and forming a cold pool of water around you. Not that you noticed, you were too deep in thought to think about any of your surroundings. Your tears had dried up a while ago, your sobs becoming silent until you were left feeling numb, sniffling to yourself as you curled yourself up as tight as you could. You didn’t feel the pain anymore. You didnt feel anything, actually. Just the painful knowledge that maybe, the two of them belonged together. Just them.

You didn’t even notice when the front door opened a little past 8pm, your boyfriends

keeping their promise of coming home as soon as they could. As they spoke to one another, you could hear none of it, too preoccupied with the incessant buzzing that was happening inside of your head.

“Why are the bags still here?” Jeonghan muttered as he stepped inside, your weak frame still obscured by the open door.

“Maybe she only just got back.” Although Mingyu realised that it would have been insane for you to have spent that long shopping, it was the only thing his brain could think of at that moment.

“Obviously not, idiot,” Jeonghan stepped further into their home to let Mingyu in behind him. “Besides, something’s melted all over the floor. That hasn’t happened in a span of a few minutes.”

Mingyu grumbled as he stepped in behind his elder, shutting the door lightly behind him. The lights were off, despite the bags being there, which Mingyu thought was odd. You hated the dark. Perhaps you were in bed and you’d just forgotten to unpack the shopping. You were forgetful after all. But just as he was about to tell his theory to his boyfriend, Jeonghan let out a loud gasp and his body dropped to the floor.

The icy water that splashed up at Mingyu as Jeonghan fell made the former let out a dissatisfied grunt, his body spinning around to face where Jeonghan knelt. If he hadn’t spotted you, he would’ve told the other man off, but the words were ripped from his throat. You were small, compared to them, at the best of times, but now you looked fragile. Your body curled into itself as if you were protecting yourself from something, and your ears were covered by your hands to block out any kind of noises that might disturb your breakdown.

By the way that your body shook, he could tell two things. The first: you’d been crying, probably for a long time. The thought made Mingyu’s heart break. He hated to see you cry. The second: you were cold. It was no surprise given the cold water that surrounded your body. He wasn’t sure how long you’d been sat there for, but he knew that it would be in your best interest to move elsewhere.

“My angel,” Jeonghan practically lunged at you, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you were forced into his chest. The sudden movement brought you out of your thoughts and you were once again aware of your surroundings. “We’re here now. You’re going to be okay.”

“We need to get her up, Hannie,” He listened well to his boyfriend’s command, standing up with you still pressed tightly to his chest. Your legs wobbled a bit as you stood on your feet once more, but Jeonghan wasnt going to let you fall. “Move her to the bedroom. Come on.”

The tall man led the way, and soon, the three of you were lay on the double bed. You were squashed between them, as usual, but the situation was nowhere near as comforting as it usually was. In fact, you felt a little uncomfortable with the way the two men stared at you, worry etched into their features as their hands skimmed over your body in a frantic manner. You were sure that they were trying to reassure themselves more than anything, and so you let them continue with no complaints.

It was a while before anyone spoke, an uncomfortable silence hanging over you like a thick fog. Clearly, they wanted you to say something first, but you didnt have anything to say. You were still trying to figure everything out yourself. So when the boys decided long enough had passed, Mingyu spoke.

“Are you okay?” His voice was barely above a whisper, which you appreciated. Any louder and you probably would’ve flinched.

“I’m fine.” Mingyu scoffed.

“Dont lie.” He grumbled.

“Dont ask stupid questions.” You countered. You didnt even have to look at Hannie to know that he was rolling his eyes at the two of you.

“What happened, Angel? We were only gone for a few hours and yet we come back to you sat in the corner, clearly going through something,” He paused for a second, giving you time to jump in with an answer. When you didnt reply, he sighed. “You know, if you don't tell us then we can't help, can we?”

“Guess not.”

“So tell us.”

You took a deep breath, taking a second or two to get your thoughts in order. You needed to calm yourself a little before opening your mouth because the last thing you wanted was for something to come out the wrong way and upset the two men who’d been nothing but lovely to you throughout your relationship.

“I’m sad about you going on the date. I know I could’ve told you that and you wouldn't have gone, but I didn't want to stop you from having a good time purely for the sake of keeping me happy,” For the first time that night, you met Jeonghan’s gaze. As usual, it was filled with love. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to apologise for,” he smiled, “But I know thats not the only thing making you sad, is it?”

The question was spoken more like a fact. Like Jeonghan knew for sure that you were hiding your insecurities from the two of them. In truth, you hadn’t really tried to hide them, but it still came as a shock to you that he’d picked up on them so easily.

“I’m scared that I dont fit in here,” As your voice cracked, you looked back down to your lap. You couldn’t look either of them in the eye, or you were sure you’d cry. “You two are so perfect for each other, everyone can see that. It just makes me wonder why I’m here.”

The breath you took in was shaky and you were barely holding it together. Tears burned the back of your eyes, even though you were sure that you had no more left to give.

“Why do I have to sit on the sidelines and watch you two be more in love with each other than you’ll ever be in love with me?” You couldn’t hold back the sob that came out. “Why am I here when you two are obviously perfect for each other? It's not fair.”

Your cries were loud as your words turned to hushed mumbles. Neither man could hear when you were trying to tell them, but they felt the anguish that radiated from you like heat from a fire. They’d never seen you like this, and they’d do anything to never see you like it again. You looked like you were in pain, and they’d probably believe it if you were. With a hand clutched to your chest, they could pinpoint where it was coming from. You were heartbroken, and Jeonghan and Mingyu were the culprits. They never wanted you to feel this way, yet they did nothing to stop it when they had a million opportunities to do so.

Mingyu was angry at himself. He was the one that brought you into this relationship and yet he did nothing to make you feel welcome. You felt alone when in reality, you had two boyfriends that loved you so, so much. How evil were they to not notice how you were feeling? Jeonghan, on the other hand, felt nothing but pain. He supposed he deserved it though for making such a precious being feel unwanted. His discomfort was all his own fault.

“You’re not on the sidelines, Pumpkin,” he snuggled himself into you, forcing his head into the crook of your neck. Really, he just wanted you as close as possible, afraid that if he didn’t, you’d slip away from him. “And I can’t speak for Hannie, but I love you both equally. I always have and I always will.”

Jeonghan followed in the younger man’s footsteps, pressing a firm kiss against your cheek before wrapping his arms around you and resting his forehead against your temple. His eyes didn’t close, despite how close he was. Instead, he chose to stare at you as if he was studying you. Watching you closely to make sure you wouldn’t crumble again. At least this time you were in their arms so they could place you back together.

“The moment you stepped through that door, I decided you were ours,” Jeonghan mumbled so quietly, that you weren’t sure if Mingyu would be able to hear him from the other side of the bed. “You just seemed so perfect here. Like you belonged here. I guess that’s when I fell in love with you, Angel. I wasn’t prepared to see you walk out of that door without knowing that you’d come back as ours.”

The thought brought a tear to your eye. As much as you wanted to be happy, the words were bittersweet. Yes, they loved you, but only in private. You wanted to be loved in public. To hold their hands and kiss them in front of everyone, your friends included. It’d make your day to hear them say that all of you were made for each other, not just your boyfriends.

But maybe it was too much to ask. You already had the men of your dreams behind closed doors. What made you think you deserved them in public too? Perhaps it was a little greedy to want more. They’d been together for a lot longer than you’d been with them, after all.

“I’m sorry for wanting more.” You whispered. You lay there with a heavy heart as you felt guilt full you up over your initial breakdown. The last thing that you wanted was to seem spoiled or entitled. They didn’t have to let you into their relationship, and yet they did. You should be grateful for that.

“Don’t,” Jeonghan whispered into your ear, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a fat tear that you hadn’t realised had escaped your eye, “don’t apologise to us when we’re the ones that have acted like idiots.”

You disagreed. Your reaction was overexaggerated and you knew that now that you’d thought it through a little. Jeonghan was just saying that to help calm you down, you were sure of it.

“No,” you were adamant in your tone, shaking your head as much as your position between the two men would allow. “You give me enough already. I’m being greedy so just ig-”

Mingyu suddenly shot up from where he was lying against you and fired a harsh glare in your direction. It was rare that the man was in a mood with you. Usually, he was as gentle as can be. You watched him for a moment, barely noticing the tears that had begun to gather in his own eyes before he leaned in to press his lips to yours.

The kiss didn't last long, but it was full of emotion. Mingyu leant his whole body into you as his lips worked quickly against yours. You felt warm, not only from the physical contact, but also from the blush that settled over your cheeks. Kisses like this weren’t rare, but this one felt different. It was full of love, rather than desire. He wanted you, but not in a sexual way this time. He just wanted you to be his.

The feverish movements of his lips against yours were enough to send a shiver down your spine, teeth crashing into teeth as he became desperate to claim you as his own. No matter what he was doing, you couldn’t forget Jeonghan, who’d yet to move from his previous position. His arm was squished between the warm bodies of Mingyu and you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It wasn’t like Jeonghan was making an effort to pull himself away either.

When Mingyu pulled away, there was a string of spit that connected the two of you. It soon broke, leaving his lips glistening. The expression on his face mirrored yours, the red glow of embarrassment settled over his tanned complexion. He usually wasn’t so… forceful. The moment called for it, though.

“I don't like it when you talk like that,” he said, tone leaving no room for argument.

“Well, it’s true,” you replied. It was then that you fully comprehended the fact that he’d begun to cry along with you. His cheeks were wet as another tear ran down one of them. Great, you thought, now you’d upset Mingyu.

“No, it isn’t. Please stop talking like that.” You didn’t know what to do, so you just sat there and watched as Mingyu hid his face behind his hands. This was all your fault. If you hadn’t made them feel bad, none of this would be happening.

Jeonghan let out a sigh. He felt stupid for not realising the full extent of your feelings, for letting it get this far, and most importantly, going on that stupid date. Now both of his loves were crying, and he felt helpless. If he comforted Mingyu, he was sure that your brain would twist it in some cruel way, but he couldn’t just leave Mingyu there to cry whilst he spoke to you. For a second, he considered trying to continue the conversation another day, but going to bed upset was never a good idea, especially when the relationship was as fragile as it currently was.

“Come here, Gyu.” Said Jeonghan. Mingyu crawled back into his original position by your side. Once he was there, he curled himself even tighter into you, insisting on hiding his face away from the two of you. That didn't stop him from reaching for your hand, though, holding it tightly in his own.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered to the tall man, only to hear your oldest boyfriend tut in response.

“If you don't stop apologising then I might start crying too,” the comment was a poor attempt at humour, even Jeonghan knew that, but he so desperately wanted to lighten the mood. He wasn’t so used to there being so much sadness in their relationship that was usually all sunshine and rainbows. Or so he thought, until now. “Yes, if you’d told us sooner then none of this would’ve happened, but don't apologise for it.”

They were right, of course. You had no right to react the way you did. They had no idea what they’d done wrong, and that was your own fault.

“Don’t make her feel guilty,” Mingyu sounded sad, not that you needed to hear him to know that. The tears that dripped onto your shoulder were a good enough indicator of that. “It's not her fault we were stupid enough to keep our relationship a secret.”

Jeonghan hummed in agreement. It wasn’t your fault, it was theirs. How they thought it was a good idea to make you sit in silence whilst they could act all couply was beyond him. It was beyond idiotic of them. It was cruel.

“You’re right, Gyu” He grumbled, deep in thought. “You don't deserve to have to sit on the sidelines. If we can’t give you the world, then you deserve so much more than us. To think we made you feel like that just because we were scared.” He let out a was a humourless snort, sounding almost as if Jeonghan detested himself at that moment. “We made you feel so much worse than we ever felt and I’m so sorry that I let it go on for so long.”

“Can we tell them?” Mingyu’s breath tickled your neck as he spoke. He was just as guilty as Jeonghan in this situation, and he wanted to put it right. And if telling their friends about you made them friendless, then so be it. At least they had your love.

“Is that what you want, Angel?” Yes, of course it was. But even though Mingyu was the one to ask for it, you felt guilty saying yes. Some part of you still felt like you forced this upon them. They hadn’t had a desire to let your relationship go public up until now, so why should your opinion suddenly change that?

You decided to ignore that part of your brain, though. Jeonghan was right. If you didn't tell them how you felt, how was anything going to get better for you? So you nodded, mumbling out a small yes that brought a wide smile to the faces of both your boyfriends.

“Tomorrow, then,” Jeonghan said, “we’ll go out and let the whole world know that you’re ours. Okay?”

It was better than okay. It was perfect.

#Seventeen #seventeen fic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen oneshot #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen hurt/comfort #mingyu #kim mingyu #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #svt #svt fic #svt angst #svt fluff #poly seventeen #poly svt #poly

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iluvshinytwink · 1 year

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September - Jude Bellingham

"You ruined all my favorite songs."

Synopsis: After your breakup, Jude can't go through his playlist without remembering you.

Now Playing . . . September by Sparky Deathcap

RANDOM DISLCIAMERRR!!! This has references to an old fic on my blog called Sunny Days and Are We Still Friends check it out if you'd like. :)

a/n: who hurt me? idk bro idk anymore 💔

It's fascinating how a person can make you love life so much to the point where if they were to disappear, life would lose its colors.

Jude didn't necessarily find the world grey now that you were gone, but he felt grey. Everyday was a struggle, it hurt.

Jude would wake up in the morning, the same ceiling he's stared on for days still above him. His cheeks stained with tears he's cried the night before. And the worst part, the bed was empty. Days were particularly cold. He no longer felt the warmth of your arms around his, he no longer heard your soft breathing with his own.

It sucked even more that he loved music and you did too.

"Babe, check this out." Jude said, handing you his phone. Jude handed you his phone and displayed was his spotify. "What's this, Jude?" you giggled, taking the phone from his hand. "I made a playlist." he smiled, looking at you. You looked back at him, fighting a grin from appearing. "That's so cringe." you snickered, scrolling through the playlist. All your favorite songs were in the playlist and it made your heart melt. "Your playlist doesn't have a name." you chuckled, showing your boyfriend his phone. "You name it, then." Jude smiled. You bit your lips to prevent a bigger smile appearing on your face.

"We need to take a picture for the playlist cover photo!" you suggested, quickly exiting spotify and opening his camera app. Jude's face touches yours, he kisses your cheeks and you take the picture, a bright smile on your face. A giggle escapes your mouth, a dust of pink appearing on your cheeks. Jude couldn't help but smile.

After the breakup, he couldn't bring himself to delete it. But every time he scrolls through his playlists and finds the playlist he made for you he can't help but feel his eyes water and feel his heart breaking away.

Jude was currently at his team's bus, driving to go back home. The bus was silent, it was late at night and his teammates were asleep. Everyone was tired and so was he. His body ached from pain because of tonight's game. It was raining again. Jude looks out of his window, seeing the street lights run past him, seeing the raindrops falling from the sky and against his window. His eyes softened. He goes through his spotify playlists, trying to find the perfect one for this somber mood and he comes across the playlist he made for you. Even now, he still feels his heart sink whenever he looks at the playlist. He hesitated, he shouldn't. He couldn't. But he did.

Although this playlist would bring him sadness, it also brought him happiness.

He looks through the playlist, remembering every memory. Every artist you introduced to him, every lyric the two of you would scream in his car. A bitter smile wipes his face, his vision blurring due to the tears.

He remembered, every time he had a game far, far away from you he'd play this playlist to remember you. To remind himself if football was too hard, too gruesome, he could always come back to you. He could always run into your arms and you would kiss him senselessly until the pain went away.

A sigh escapes Jude's lips. Though Dortmund fought hard tonight, it wasn't enough. Even though he ran back and forth, it wasn't enough.

Jude pulled up on your driveway. He didn't know where to go, he didn't want to go back to his home. He wanted to go back home to you. Times like this where everything seemed to not go his way his first instinct was to go home to you.

Jude didn't want to get out of his car. He stared at his steering wheel.

You hear the engine of a familiar car stop at your parking lot. You waited a few minutes but Jude didn't enter your house or anything.

You went out of your house, looking at a faint shadow of your boyfriend inside his car.

Jude looks out his car, desperately looking for your eyes to meet his. There you stood, waiting for him. You wave your boyfriend hello, a soft smile on your face. Jude didn't know how a simple hello made him feel like this. A smile curls his lips and he gets out of his car.

Times where he didn't want to go out, times where he wanted to isolate himself he always found himself nearing you. He could always isolate himself with you.

Jude was now in front of you, looking down at the ground.

You wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face inside his chest.

"You did well tonight, baby." Your muffled voice said. His eyes stung. He didn't want to be in pain anymore, he didn't want to come home with an injury anymore. He wanted to be here, with you.

His arms slowly wrap around your body, a shaky sigh escaping his lips.

Jude pulls away, looking at your face. A smile curls his lips once more his cracked lips meet yours.

He knew that if everything was too much, if he felt like nothing would love him, you would. If he felt like nothing could comfort him or help him, he knew your lips would.

He felt that right now. He wanted to run into your arms again, kiss you senselessly, hug you senselessly, cry senselessly, smile senselessly, laugh senselessly. But he couldn't.

"I put some more songs in your playlist, hon." you smiled at him. "Again? There's like 60 songs in there now." Jude smiled. "These songs remind me of you." you whispered, looking through the playlist.

Every song reminded him of you. He hated it. He hated that every song in whatever playlist he would always remember you. With every song, he remembers a moment where that song was playing and you were with him. He'd hear your distinct laughter running through his ears and mind. He'd see your smile that was implemented in his memories. It pained him but it was a reminder at the same time, a reminder that he loved and cherished and would never love or be loved like that again.

Jude was walking home, his airpods tucked in his ears, the world around him silencing before his very eyes. His hands dug deep within his jacket as he walked along the pavement. Jude looks up from the ground and sees a bench.

The two of you sat on that very bench. You rest your head against his shoulder, tightening the grip you hand on his hand. Jude looks over to you with a smile before looking back to the sunset.

He hated this. He hated the fact that every night he wanted to drive to your house and look at you one last time, to see if you still looked at him the way he would always look at you, to see if your eyes would still meet his with nothing but love, he wanted to see if your body would collide with his freely. He hated that you left him with nothing but the memories he always finds himself remembering.

He hated you.

i spaced out like 15 times while writing this and i still finished it on one sitting, im so girlpussybosslslay

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#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #iluvshinytwink #imsoslaying #delulu hours exe

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Given recent discussions in the fandom and because I’m curious to hear others’ opinion… would you want to see a Chenford breakup next season?

All right, let me start with my usual disclaimer : this is only my opinion and it has no more (or less) value than anyone else's. And this isn't meant as a personal attack either, regardless of which side of the equation you're in. I actually enjoyed reading other people's takes on this, particularly the ones who want a breakup, to see their perspective on the subject. It was truly interesting (no sarcasm).

To answer your question, dear Anon, no, I don't want a breakup. Mainly because I feel that so many shows go there, so I'm more interested in seeing Tim and Lucy navigate the ups and downs together.

One thing that attracted me to their relationship was their ability to talk to each other about everything and anything. How, despite their differences and their rocky start, they could always confide in each other… Be extremely vulnerable. And that is what I would love to see going forward. How this shorthand they've developed by working together can translate into their personal relationship. Don't get me wrong, just because they are usually good at communicating doesn't mean that it is perfect. It's not. Even before they became a couple. There are some cracks that became more and more visible as the season progressed. The theme of 'honesty' was their main thread in 5b. The storylines involving Sava & Jake or Isabel served to highlight that aspect. To emphasise how lies, deceit and miscommunication can destroy a relationship. Now it could be used as a foreshadowing… Or it could be used as a warning. Tim and Lucy already have a much stronger relationship, so I choose to believe that this could be a learning experience for them. Learn from other people's mistakes, learn from your past (in Tim's case).

Right now, those moments of dishonesty revolves around one common theme : work. Tim taking a desk job without consulting Lucy first… Lucy doing the five-player trade behind his back… Him trying to lie at first that he wasn't bored out of his mind… Her not saying anything about Primm (as far as we know)… Him not wanting to open up about his fears regarding undercover… Those are starting to pile up and they're going to need to address it. The sooner, the better. Particularly the undercover talk. This has been a long time coming. It's clear that Tim is terrified but doesn't want to burden Lucy with this. And she can sense it. That last scene in 5.21 was (for me) a step in the right direction where they started voicing their concerns. It's nowhere near sufficient. But they stopped avoiding that topic altogether. Like I said, they can be great at communicating… But they can also be their own worst enemies. They're both selfless when it comes to the other… they're both used to do things a certain way. And now, they need to learn how to do these things together. To talk about these moments that may seem insignificant to them but isn't to the other. To stop making decisions for the other. This is quite new to them : as we've seen in the past, they didn't truly open up to their boyfriends/girlfriends. That's something they are going to have to learn together. And that's okay : this is part of the journey of being in a relationship.

Another reason why I don't want to see that is related to the characters' growth. The thing is, I actually could picture Tim breaking up with Lucy because there is a pattern here. If he got it into his head that he is holding Lucy back, an idea already planted by Noah in 5.16, then yes, it wouldn't be out of character for him to break up, thinking it's the right thing to do for Lucy. Which is not that dissimilar to what he did in 5.02 : sure, they weren't together, but it still felt like a separation. Especially since the end of that scene mirrored so well another one from 1.12… when he decided to divorce Isabel. And if you remember, that was pretty much for that very same reason : he was afraid that being with him would only remind her of her time as an addict and bring her down. So he did what he thought would help her the most and decided to divorce her. So breaking that pattern would be a tremendous character development for Tim (in my opinion). Then, there's the fact that this is something they knew would be coming up at some point. This isn't a new obstacle. The episode before they got together had Lucy go undercover. And Tim, even more so than her, knew what he was getting into when he told her that it was worth the risk. He may not have explicitly said it but the implication that she was worth fighting for was right there. So breaking up for something that they could foresee kind of negates those words. And it would play right into Lucy's insecurities. She was so hesitant because she didn't want to lose what they have. She is finally letting go of the fears that prevented her before from fully committing to a relationship… Her certainty in them is absolutely amazing. So breaking up now would hurt her so much. (I focused mostly on Tim here because I struggle to see a reason for Lucy to break up. At least, not if this is related to her career, be it undercover work or her promotion).

Now, that's not to say that it can't be executed in a beautiful way. Sometimes breaking up can help strengthen a relationship, as odd as it might seem. Sometimes it gets too much and taking a step back can offer a new perspective and a fresh start on healthier grounds. Just like sticking in a relationship at all costs can be very damaging and toxic. I mean, take a look at Lucy and Tim in their last respective relationships… They stayed well past the expiration date. But I, personally, would rather see them work this out together. See them 'fight' and argue, like they've done in the past… that very same thing they didn't do with Ashley and Chris. See them all vulnerable with each other, like they've also done in the past. I honestly think the writers could pull off the angst and drama with this storyline, without having to resort to a breakup. But again, that's only my preference :)

#ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Hey Rome! 😊

So I love ❤️ your omega verse content, especially your series, but I also like the fic where the omega gets sold out (kinda) to Bonten and they find out it's their soul mate

I would really like a part 2 becuz it has so much potential👌

Don't feel pressured, and stay hydrated!!

Bye👋

Hello!

That's so lovely of you to say!

(Name) sat awkwardly in the car, on high alert as be was surrounded by the men who were apparently his fated mates, as beautiful as they were he wouldn't ignore that they were ready to sell him an hour ago...and now here he was sandwiched between Ran And Koko, the two playing with his hair and trying to seduce him.

But it just made his Omega more stressed.

His Omega didn't care who they were professionally, all it new was that they met their soulmates and said soulmates did something to make it sad.

All he wanted to do was nest...

"Such a pretty little thing... To think we almost sold our soulmate... It's gonna be difficult sharing you though... But I'm sure you can handle it darling" Rans voice was like cotton in his ears, (name) not wanting to particularly think about the implications of his words "nest..." (Name) mumbled out as his stress levels rose, stress permiating off him in heavy waves as his body battled with itself.

One one hand these are his soulmates, people literally designed to be his perfect partners.

On the other hand these men almost sold him and run the most feared crime syndicate in the country.

He struggled not to loose control, stress far to high as he began wavering "hm? Are you alright darling?" Koko asked, watching the omega sway as his scent made the car reek of stress and fear and the alphas had struggles they didn't normally have with omegas, they could barely restrain themselves from soothing and calming the omega, crooning slightly to try and get his attention as they practically pumped soothing pharamones but all it did was make the omega hiss and curl into himself.

They didn't know what to do as the omega became more stressed and before they knew it he dropped.

Their Omega had a drop.

"Shit shit shit!" Kakucho said sitting across from (name), barely catching him before bringing him into his lap, the omega limp deadweight in his arms as he checked his pulse.

They couldn't understand why they cared so much for an Omega, they never cared this much before... Was this the affects of a soulmate?

Wild.

They rushed back to HQ, the strange feeling of dread deep within them all --- hell even Mikey looked stressed out.

They were really struggling with the affects of a soulmate.

Their private doctor took some tests, checked his vitals among various things "good news, minus stress he's in perfect health but you're all going to want to be incredibly careful for a while, a drop is no laughing matter for an Omega... If they don't relax after one it could lead to an omega sleep" the doctor explained seriously as the men took in the information, an omega sleep was incredibly dangerous; it was essentially a form of coma omegas could go into if neglected or stressed enough and if not handled would starve themselves to death.

"I recommend being slow with him, soft tones and try not to stress him out with loud sounds or sudden movements, he may come out in his omega state so be ready for that and make sure you have nesting materials ready for him" the doctor wrote this all down for the men as Koko put in an order for nesting matierals "nesting is vital for an omega and remember, don't go in without permission unless you want him to gouge your eyes out" the doctor said seriously, the men looking confused at their words but a few who have dealt with omegas in the past... They know damn well what omegas could do.

A feral omega can be stronger than an alpha and more stubborn than a mule.

"Noted..." Takeomi said before glancing at the sleeping Omega "how long until he wakes up?"

"It wasn't a big drop so I give him 24 hours maximum, he will need to stay here until he wakes up though"

When (name) woke, his instincts quickly took over as he assessed the unfamiliar area and sterile smell.

"Call them, he's awake" a voice said as a young alpha woman came slowly, showing both hands as to not be deemed a threat and (name) watched with sharp eyes as the doctor spoke slow and clear "don't worry, you're Alphas will be here momentarily" her words made the omega bristle slightly, the sound of the men coming inside putting him on high alert.

"Hey pretty boy... How are you" Kakuchos voice was soft and alluring to the omega, poor (name) was to dazed to remember why he was upset at his Alphas but boy howdy he knew it was a big reason "Alpha...?" His voice wavering as Kakucho pumped out relaxed pharamones along with the other Alphas, taking advantage of his weakened state to win over his Omega.

Win over the Omega, win over the mate.

"Yeah, ready to go home now baby?" Kakucho used pretty words to convince the other, watching as (name) preened under the nicknames as he allowed himself to be lifted into his arms confused, where were they going?

"We got you such pretty nesting supplies, do you wanna see them?" The bonten men were all softly touching and petting the omega in the elevator, pumping out a dizzying amount of pharamones, their soul mate status amplifying the affects on the poor omega who was all but putty in their hands.

"Such a good boy for us, will you be good for your Alphas?" Mikeys voice echoed in his mind, (name) nodding rapidly for the obvious pack alpha whose mere presence made him want to submit right there, "good boy good boy..."(name) mumbled out, pharamone drunk as they walked into the penthouse, to the spare bedroom where all the nesting supplies "look at all the pretty nesting supplies you have baby" Koko pointed to the neatly placed piles of luxury blankets and pillows and the like as Kakucho gently placed the omega down, the sound of (name) purring and chirping happily did things to these men.

And they found they liked it.

A lot.

"We will give you your privacy ok baby?" Takeomi deep voice spoke out as he ushered the men out.

"Why can't we stay?!" Sanzu said annoyed and the elder sibling just sighed "nesting is sacred to an Omega, unless he's in heat we don't get to see the process" takeomi half ass explained, both him and Mikey remembering Shinchiro nesting way back when though Shinchiro usually had little Mikey and Emma sat in the room when he got like this to keep the pups safe.

The men were lounging in the sitting area, doing their work or their own general stuff when they watched (name) wander out dazed, eyes unfocused as he wandered down the hall like a man on a very confused mission into the first bedroom he could get to, that happened to be Rindōs room as the alphas watched the omega wander out with a shirt and that's when they realized.

They won over the omega.

Winning over (name) would easy despite how they met.

They watched the omega go into each members room, taking something from their laundry or bed and sniffing it contently before wandering back to his nest without even sparing a glance.

Hours passed before they decided to check on the omega, not finding him in the bedroom but finding the bedding on the king sized bed stripped and a foot peaking from the closet door.

"Baby build his nest in the closet...cute" mochi said as the alphas used their scents to lure the omega out, a few tests came back while baby was nesting.

Turns out, his heat is soon and (name) is extremely fertile, sex during his heat is basically garunteed pregnancy.

The door slowly opened revealing (name)s nest, the omega curled up inside and the men could see their stuff laced inside as he curled into Kokos shurpa blanket.

The lights were slowly turning on in (name)s eyes as he relaxed more, his Omega forgetting the rage (name) felt, feeling safe enough to let (name) come back to reality as he looked at the Alphas.

"... hi" (name) said awkwardly, staring at the men with high suspicion and snuggling into the blanket and men decided not to say anything to ruin the omegas mood "hello pup, how are you?"

"You guys...are my soulmates..." (Name) said distantly as he took in the events of everything "he... He betrayed me..." (Name)s voice wavering as tears rolled down his cheeks, the alphas normally not giving a f u c k about a crying omega, felt their bodies moving on their own to soothe the omega, even Mikey and Sanzu tried to soothe their mate.

Their mate.

That was foreign to their minds.

"He did love, he's no good for you... You're safe with your mates now..." Mikey's siren like voice said with false sweetness as he and the others manipulated his fragile state into their favor.

"Why would he do that..." (Name) said, voice heartbroken as the alphas gently pulled him from his nest and into Mikey's lap where they gently kissed and pet the omega, covering him in their scent as they enchanted him with sweet words and promises.

The omega was already so fragile, it wouldn't take to long for him to fall into their spell.

He was made for them after all.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse #male reader #x male reader

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