#angst Drabble

[k0dzukeiji]

imagining a toxic relationship with Kenma

timeskip kenma x gn!reader

genres: angst

warnings: toxic relationship, cheating

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Toxic Kenma who only dated you to find out your weaknesses

“Who is that?”

“Them? That’s (Name)”

“They seem… interesting.”

“Yeah? Well don’t get your hopes up, they don’t warm up to people very easily.

“Is that so…”

Toxic Kenma who started to ignore you

“Kenma, want to go to the café after your stream?”

“…”

“Kenma?”

“…”

“Kenma did you hear me-“

“Can you just leave me alone? can’t you see im busy?”

Toxic Kenma who at first treat you like his priority, choosing you over his games. but slowly over time, he began to prioritize his streaming and games over you.

“Kenma want to go out? I heard theres this—“

“No, a new game came out today. I promised my viewers I’d play it.”

“O-oh… okay…”

Toxic Kenma who gaslights you into thinking it’s your fault. he lost a game and you so happened to have walked into the room? It’s your fault. he broke his controller? It’s your fault. he didn’t like the dinner so he threw it away? your fault again. he lost interest and cheated on you? its your fault. don’t you get it? It’ll always be your fault.

“(Name) can you just stay out when I’m gaming? I always lose when you come in”

“R-right… Sorry Kenma, I won’t do it again.”

“Yeah sure.”

Toxic Kenma who cheats on you cause he got bored of you

“Why…?”

“I got bored.”

“That’s it..?”

“I told you, if you ever got boring, I’d drop you.”

Toxic Kenma who made you think it’s you’re the problem

“It’s not my fault you never paid attention for me”

“What..? What are you saying? I always—“

“Always what? Just walked right past me while I was gaming?”

Toxic Kenma who realized he never got bored of you

“Maybe I didn’t get bored…” He thought as he scrolled through your instagram, watching you be happy with your new boyfriend while he’s here, alone. but then again… whose fault was that?

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yo this lowkey sucks 💀 i wrote it in 10 minutes

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[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: How about some heroic angst? How would Alcina react to [Y/N] almost dying while saving the daughters from hunters?

Yes! This is a great idea! Let’s get into it!

Alcina knew something was wrong that morning when the castle was eerily devoid of the usual laughter and antics.

She had awoken to an empty bed. You were nowhere to be seen.

As she descended the stairs she heard the sounds of a physical struggle from outside.

Then she heard a gunshot. A piercing sound that that left utter silence in its wake.

Alcina ran to open the castle doors and found a bloody massacre outside.

Bodies strewn in heaps littered the ground.

Alcina anxiously scanned the scene and called out to her daughters.

“Bela! Cassandra! Daniela!” She called. And then she remembered… She hadn’t seen you yet.

Only one of her daughters swarmed in front of her. Bela looked weak, but she would recover.

The blonde frantically pointed to one lone body that was still breathing. Daniela and Cassandra were leaning over it, trying to provide aid.

Alcina felt her heart drop. She knew it was you.

Alcina and Bela raced to your side.

“I’m trying to put pressure on the wound, mother… Y/N was shot! There’s so much blood, I don’t know what to do!” Cassandra explained through her tears.

Daniela hung her head and wept. “They were trying to protect us, mother! Hunters were trying to kill us, and Y/N…” She trailed off in a choked sob.

Alcina felt her heart break at your bravery and subsequent injuries.

“Y/N, can you here me?!” Alcina pleaded.

Your breathing was shallow, but you cracked your eyes open and tried to focus on Alcina.

“I’m here… Alcina…” You managed to get out.

Alcina felt relief surge through her veins. You were alive. There was still hope.

Alcina turned to Cassandra. “Darling, go run and get Mother Miranda. Tell her what’s happened.” Alcina urged her daughter.

Cassandra handed her mother the rag she was using to try and curb the bleeding and swarmed off.

“You’ll be alright, Y/N. Just try to stay awake okay, baby?” She rubbed a hand through your sweat-soaked hair as she used the other to apply pressure to your wound.

You gasped out weak breaths as blood pooled in your mouth and ran down your chin.

Alcina sobbed as she gently wiped the blood away from your face.

Daniela was unusually quiet as she rocked back and forth, trying to calm down.

The next few hours went by in a blur. Mother Miranda worked tirelessly to try and heal you, but it was clear it was a lost cause.

The only solution Mother Miranda had left was to give you the cadou.

Alcina cried into her hands as she tried to make the best decision without your input.

She didn’t want you to be forced to walk the earth forever like her… But she felt selfish. She wanted you by her side always.

After she heard your breathing begin to slow… She made her decision.

Mother Miranda gave you the cadou and, thankfully, your body hadn’t rejected it.

Now, only time would tell how your body would develop new capabilities.

You awake to the sight of your precious Alcina rubbing anxious fingers on your head.

Your daughters are also by your side. Daniela snuggled into your side and Bela and Cassandra sitting next to you.

You chuckle and four sets of golden eyes lock on your face.

“Did you miss me?” You joke tiredly.

The girls and Alcina cry and nuzzle their faces into you.

Now you would be with them forever. You feel content with this arrangement.

Masterlist

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[chrollohearttags]

favorite song • e. jaeger

“I’m on the stage right now, singing your favorite song. I look in the crowd and you’re nowhere to be found as they sing along.”

synopsis: influencer (y/n) forms a close friendship with the infamous rapper, EJ after working together and Eren wishes it could be more. Too bad someone else is in the way..

content warning and themes: angsty vibes, early stages of their relationship, mentions of abuse and cheating, mentions of alcohol, light mentions of sex, kissing, comfort at the end because I truly love them. (also, a couple spoilers for the next reverb chapters)

📝: y’all know these two are just very special to me 😩🤞🏾 like I’m so hopelessly in love with a relationship that doesn’t exist and I couldn’t stop thinking about that Toosii song (legit had it on repeat as I wrote this)

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Atlanta, Georgia. One of the most infamous cities in the country and a staple in the music industry. From the illustrious strip clubs where the rappers came to play and the countless, legendary musicians to be birthed from the famed A-Town..it was iconic. It was also one of EJ the Don’s favorite places to perform. The crowd’s energy was always top tier, the fans were live and he always enjoyed himself.

“Thank you, Atlanta! You know I fucking love you guys and I appreciate all the love you show me…” nearing the conclusion of his two hour set, the artist began to give him obligatory speech, thanking all of his loyal supporters and everyone who turned out tonight. From the insane songs that triggered two huge mosh pits to the slower joints that had brought forth the baddest bitches in the crowd..serenaded underneath dimmed lights as he strummed the guitar and sang to them. It was an entire vibe and like all of his shows, he never wanted it to end. But alas, it was getting later into the night and he was becoming jaded. However, he couldn’t leave his loyal fans without something special!

“This next song…this next song is one that’s very near to my heart..just like the person I wrote it for. They can’t be here tonight but I hope wherever they are..they hear it.”

upon taking a seat on his stool, a stage hand came out and handed Eren his electric guitar..a jet black Fender with chrome and red accents and hand painted roses; named Carla after his mom who gifted it to him on his twenty first birthday. It’s the most precious thing he’s ever received and now he was about, he was about to play a ballad to the most precious person in his life right now. Propping the instrument up on his knee, he’d take the pick that was pursed between his lips and begin to strum slowly..tattooed digits tapping at the E Minor and D strings, creating a soft yet high pitched tune. It was something that he didn’t normally do during his performances but there was a first time for everything. As he began to sing, accompanied by the instrumentals and backtracks, sounding out across the packed arena, he began to croon out the words to a track he titled ‘Everything’, in which he pours out his heart, how that person meant everything to him and everything that he loved about them. It was so beautiful, authentic and yet…maintained bits of signature rap style. The crowd was cheering; ladies fawning from the front row, men nodding their head and everyone was enjoying themselves. The one person he needed there however…was nowhere to be found. The person who inspired it and who burst into tears when he first played it. That person…was you. His precious (y/n). A girl adorned by many and the object of desire for for thousands of men. Captivating the world with your flawless pole skills and ethereal beauty. A one of a kind woman, as rare and priceless as any jewel. You were truly his everything.

but sadly, it could only be confessed in the form of this song, as he was certain you were somewhere in the arms of another guy. Laid up in bed, carrying on a loveless relationship with someone who didn’t see your worth. He hated it. He hated that he couldn’t be the one holding you right now and making all those doubts and insecurities disappear…he even recalled the last time he spoke to you. A little over three weeks ago…as he sat begging and pleading for you to be with him instead.

FLASHBACK

“I don’t get it, (y/n). Why the fuck do you even stick around? It doesn’t make sense..”

“I wish I could tell you why…but I can’t. I guess I’m just scared.”

“Scared of what?! Because if he’s putting his hands on you, I’ll splatter his brains as soon as he comes through that door.”

it was a conversation you’d never expect to have but an inevitable one nonetheless. It was going to come to this eventually…after all, you were sitting at the kitchen counter of your high rise condo, sobbing your eyes out and picking up pieces of shattered glass from a broken vase, slammed to the ground by your no good, sorry ass, abusive, cheater of a boyfriend. Why a woman as beautiful as you would ever think to stick around and put up with such bullshit, was beyond anyone. Including the man standing in front of you. The one who would wipe tears from that pretty face all the time..who had watched you cry as he held you.

“Look, (y/n). I can’t tell you what to do but I’ll be damned if I sit here and let you get treated like this. You deserve better than whatever the fuck he’s doing. Why won’t you just leave?!”

something far easier said than done..truth was, being in a relationship with a high powered executive while trying to make it up the ladder in the entertainment industry was not for the weak. And trying to break away was a whole lot harder!..the repercussions you could face; not only would he have you blackballed from every event or potential job you’d ever think to have but he’d have everyone turning on you. It’d be career suicide! Howvever, Eren didn’t care. He didn’t give a damn what that piece of shit thought he was capable of…he only cared about your well-being and watching you cover up your sadness with sips of liquor was driving him insane. He loved you and wanted to protect you with his life. He wanted to wake up every day next to you, smiling as he saw you in your most pure form; no makeup and all that natural beauty and make love to you every single night. He wanted to be the one who’s name you cried out as you clawed his back and begged him to go deeper. He couldn’t stand this..stepping closer, Eren cupped the sides of your face, tilting it upward so that you could see him. See him in all the vulnerability he had to offer.

“Listen..I just want you to be happy. Fuck all that other noise. Just leave with me and we’ll figure i—“

“Stop it, Eren, I can’t put you in this mess. He’ll ruin everything you worked hard for and that’s not fair. I’m not worth it!”

hearing those words nearly shattered his heart into a million pieces. Never had he felt the way he had about anyone in his young twenty five years the way he did about you. No one made his heart flutter and his soul feel complete the way you did and he couldn’t let you think anything less of yourself than what you were..

“..baby, don’t you realize I’m already in? I’m not going anywhere, even if you push me away right now. You mean more to me than any of this. I don’t care if I ever touch a Grammy, an awards show or any of that shit. You’re all I want. Please..”

and in that moment, you could do nothing more than helplessly fall into his arms. Stuffing your tear ridden face into the comfort of his chest and that black tee he was sporting and as always, he was right there to hold you close and coddle you in his grasp.

“Eren…”

PRESENT

so as he strummed those notes, singing out with all that he harbored..lights from illuminated cell phones swaying back and forth..

“And if you let me, I’ll be your everything..”

he hoped that somewhere, somehow..you could hear it. Not just with your ears but your heart and truly feel the message. That it would motivate you to finally go where you belonged. With him.

“Can you hear me, (y/n)? Are you listening…because I’m playing this song just for you. For us..I’ll always be with you no matter what.”

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[tmntxthings]

Can i please hsc or oneshot angst for raph (2018)

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author’s notes: O.o angst you say? I saw this tiktok and the sound made me so sad!! SO INSPIRATION!

warnings: hurt / no comfort, angst, short, drabble, unedited

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Raph thought, that as long as he tried his best, things would work out.

It seemed simple enough. And in most cases, his best got things done. When it came to his family, he was able to keep his brothers out of trouble for the most part. He was able to provide for them. To distract them from the many problems that surrounded their home as well as stepping up when Dad couldn’t.

It got easier with time. And Dad healed, he became a parent again. Raph didn’t have the same responsibilities that he felt only he could shoulder. But still, it was hard to change those habits. Always feeling the need to carry the burdens. To be the one to fix things.

Communication is always key. Raph learned the hard way that bottling up his emotions only led to having a huge blow up later on. So he did his best when it came to his relationship with you. He didn’t want to be the reason things fell apart between the two of you.

So he did his best.

But as he watched you turn to leave, without even trying to talk to him about what was wrong. He didn’t know what to think. It had to be him. Something had to be wrong with him.

“Y/n!”

He called out to you. But you only shook your head and continued walking further away.

So he went after you. “Can’t we talk about this?” He called after you. His snaggletooth digging into his lower lip nervously as you continued to ignore him.

Slipping past your form before you could reach the ladder that led to the manhole cover. His body a blockade though it wasn’t his intentions to force you to stay. He just wanted to talk to you!

“Please,” he pleaded. “Just tell me what I have to do.” His hand went out, reaching for your own. He couldn’t help himself but try to find any sense of comfort in this moment. He liked your touch. You were warm. You had always been a safe place for him. For his feelings. Even if you were angry with him. “Tell me what I need to change, and Raph will change.”

It would be just that easy for him. He would do anything you wanted. He could be different. Whatever you didn’t like he’d change it. Whatever it was that he did to upset you, he’d make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

“��Raph” you said in a solemn tone, tugging your hand away from his hold.

His heart broke. He didn’t reach for you again. But he went down on his knees before you. Making himself smaller. He needed to be smaller.

“No no, Y/n! You make me happy, we make each other happy!” Raph said with absolute certainty. But as your face met his, it was the epitome of hopelessness. “Don’t we?” He cried out in despair. Not understanding. Needing you to spell it out for him. He wasn’t smart enough to figure it out on his own. He wasn’t like Donnie. He wasn’t like Leo.

“I thought-“ your voice broke, the back of your hand going up to cover it as you held back a sudden sob. It was all Raph could do to stay still. To not instantly scoop you into his arms and hold you close. To calm you down and tell you that everything would be okay. He’d fix it. But he stayed in his place as you recovered yourself.

“I thought this could work. When we were young and stupid, but Raph… I’m human and you’re..” the hand covering your mouth went down as it gestured towards Raph’s form. Mutant. Was the word that went unsaid. He was other. He wasn’t human. But he hadn’t thought… you hadn’t seemed to mind…

In those quiet moments where it was just you and him. When you would lean closer than friends would get. How you would constantly text him.

“I just don’t think it’ll work Raph. It was nice to pretend. It was nice to dream. But I’ve got to be realistic. I can’t spend my life down here.”

In the sewers. In the shadows. Raph didn’t want that for you either. Maybe he had been too selfish. For ever thinking that the happiness the two of you shared was something that couldn’t be broken. He had thought his bond with you was so strong.

Slowly, Raph got up from his knees. He shuffled away from the ladder. “Oh,” was all he could say in response. He felt… how did he feel? It was hard to describe. But you didn’t hesitate to linger. You started to climb.

It seemed like this wasn’t something he could fix. He looked down at his hands. Big rough maws. Green. Not to mention the claws. Nothing like a humans. Nothing like yours. His hand closed into a fist as the manhole cover closed overhead.

He was disappointed. That was what he felt. Crazily enough, it was because he couldn’t change for you. Even though he desperately wanted to.

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[collisvng]

♠︎♡●WALK OF SHAME○♥︎♤

Pairing ♤ Han Jisung x Fem Reader ☆

Synopsis ♤ You and Han had become friends quite fast.  You loved his writing, he loved your voice. He and Bangchan manage to get you an audition that could potentially start your career as an artist under their company. But things go terribly wrong, resulting in the potential loss of Jisung's friendship. ☆

Warnings ♤ Mentions of: anxiety, panic attacks, brief mention of blood, yelling/screaming, crying, the feeling of being useless, a LOT of angst ☆

Word Count ♤ 1,837 + 8 sm screenshots ☆

THE BEGINNING ♠︎

"What the fuck?!" Jisung yelled after you.

You click-clacked your way ferociously through the halls of the JYP building, faltering a few steps that almost landed you on the ground.

You were running away from your only shot at getting into the company, but you didn't care. The air was leaving your lungs, your eyes became blurry from a combination of dizziness and tears, and for the first time in your life you knew you couldn't handle any sort of pressure. There was guilt and hatred in your eyes; feelings towards yourself and your actions. And worst of all, you had Jisung following after you in the most confused rage you had ever seen before.

For the last two weeks Han had been helping you with your audition. You guys had been friends for a while now ever since meeting at an anime convention that Jisung somehow managed to sneak into unnoticed. One moment you’re chatting it up with a Turnip-Head cosplay that approached you because you were dressed as Sophie Hatter, then the next thing you know you're at the dorms hanging out with Han and his friends. 

After a few failed attempts due to his anxiousness, he eventually invited you to see him work. He took you to the studio and showed you songs he wrote. Each one being passionate excerpts of romance, heartbreak, and acceptance. He was a literary magician in your eyes. And one day, when he heard you singing the chorus to a song he was working on, he never let a moment pass without speaking about it. You were full of surprises, and his brain was full of lyrics he wanted to hear you perform. Eventually, the guys learned about your hidden talent and encouraged you to try to do something with it. Chris was especially encouraging and even tried to sample some of your melodies for background vocals in his own songs.

You guys bonded over your love for anime, video game lore, and your constant praise of each other’s talents. You loved his writing and lyricism. He loved your voice. And eventually… you secretly grew to love more parts of him. He even took the time to write your audition song for you, after the company finally gave you a chance (with the help of Jisung and Chan’s constant pleading).

You became his muse, he became your best friend. And now, with your nails digging into your palms trying to keep yourself calm, you couldn’t even look at him.

He called after you again… And again… And again…

It wasn’t until around the fifth time that you finally spun around and yelled, ‘What the fuck do you want?!’ did he finally stop.

You both stood a great distance away from each other. Partially because Jisung needed space to calm down, and partially because you both knew how you can get in moments of stress. Your eyes widened, then narrowed sleepily as you stared him down. Just one word, one word, and you were ready to blow up in his face. Whether it would be with anger or with tears though, that was a mystery.

“What are you doing?” His voice came out a bit softer than the last time he spoke. “You just walked right out!”

“I couldn’t do it,” your nails were one clench away from drawing blood. “I’m not ready. I told you I wasn’t ready. Now your boss thinks I’m a dumbass.”

Han let out an angry sigh, rubbing his finger tips over his nose before bringing his palms from his chin to his eyes. He pressed inward, as if to push them through his skull.

“You’re not a dumbass,” he huffed, “and you ARE ready. Stop telling yourself you’re not.”

“LOOK AT ME!” You released your hands from their clawed prison to hold them up to show him. The imprints were deep, you were borderline hyperventilating, and your eyes widened once more. If you could see yourself in the third person, you probably would have thought you were crazy. “I look insane, Ji. I’m too anxious for this.”

His hands dropped to his sides, eyes opening slowly. A small vein began to stick out on his neck as he clenched his jaw. Jisung was always understanding and compassionate–the type to listen when people asked him to, responding in the best way he could. But right now, seeing you freak out as he stood in front of you, was setting him off. He knew you had potential. He knew you were capable. And as a person who became an idol himself despite also having anxiety issues, he knew anything was possible as long as you wanted it badly enough. 

“So that’s it?” His blunt tone caught you by surprise. 

Jisung made his way over to you in long strides, practically gliding across the floor. He made it to your side in record time, looking down at you with what little distance there was between both your heights. He looked annoyed, he was annoyed, and he wasn’t about to let you walk out of the building without knowing that he was.

“You’re just going to let this go? Everything Chan and I did to even attempt to give you this opportunity… And because you feel nervous you’re just going to walk out?” An irritated laugh left his throat as he glanced up at the ceiling. “Gosh you always do this.”

You felt your heart on the verge of cracking. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Each word that left his mouth next sent you into anguish.

“You never stick to one thing.”

Crack.

“You always need help, but never follow through.”

Crack.

“And you use your anxiety as an excuse to give up.”

And there it was, in its final form; heartbreak.

You were no longer present in your body. Arms limp, eyes glossy, a hitched breath in your throat, and no emotion shown on your face. You almost looked bitchy, but in a ‘I no longer have anything to lose’ kind of way. You wanted to fight him, but also wanted nothing more than for this end and to just hug him. You couldn’t believe someone you grew so close to in such a short time would end up being like this.

“I think you, of all people,” you took a step forward, the tip of your nose practically meeting his chin as your glass eyes searched his, “would know how messed up that last statement is.”

He leaned down to meet your gaze. Pupils to pupils, nose to nose, mouth to–fuck what kind of shit was trying to pull? You wanted to punch him, but with him being so close like that for the first time your mind was running laps. But that all ended the moment he said, “At least I’m not letting my problems get in the way of my own opportunities.”

That was the final straw. The overstimulation in your brain took over and your whole body began frantically shaking. Jisung being so close, his anger, the mix of emotions in your head, wanting to sob, feeling ashamed for walking out of your only shot at the career you’ve always wanted, knowing that your friend saw you as nothing but someone who gives up… 

It took Han a moment before he realized you were finally in full panic attack mode. Harsh breaths expelled themselves from your mouth as you vibrated from your torso upward. You were flexing and unflexing your hand as if you needed to grab something, and your eyes were no longer looking into his, but blankly staring at something in the distance to hyperfixate on something other than what was happening. He took a step back, his big boba eyes filling with concern.

He pushed you too hard. He let his emotions get the best of him. He did it; he fucked up. 

“Shit,” he mumbled a swear under his breath. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”

Grabbing your hands at the right moment as they unflexed, he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Breathe.”

The phrase was repeated over and over, followed by Han squeezing your hand with every intake of oxygen you made. Eventually you found a steady rhythm. And his words, despite you wanting to slap the living hell out of him, were actually helping you calm down.

Once your breathing became stable, you and Han stood there in silence. You came down from your panicked high and once that was done… you didn’t really know where to go from there.

With Han’s fingers still laced with yours, he tried to step forward. It caused you to flinch, almost stumbling backwards, which filled him with dread. “Listen, I–”

“Thanks for calming me down,” you released his hands instantly. “But I think I need some space from you right now.”

His lips came forward into a pout, as puppy dog eyes met your blurry vision. You could tell he was remorseful for what just happened, but it wasn’t enough for you to stay and hear him out. You needed to be as far away from this place and him as soon as possible.

As you turned to walk away, Jisung tried to stop you by reaching out for your arm to pull you back. But he was immediately stopped by the sound of Bangchan’s voice echoing across the hall.

“Don’t.” His voice was stern and blunt. It almost sent a shiver down your spine. “Let her leave. She’s been through enough.”

Han looked over his shoulder at Chris, then back to you. His hand remained floating in mid-air, while sudden realization began to set in for you. When did Chan get here? How much did he notice? Was he here the whole time? Who else–

Before you could flare yourself up again, Bangchan was already in front of you grabbing ahold of Han’s shoulder and pulling him to the side. He told you to leave, followed by saying he’d text you later. Then without letting Jisung get a word in, you left. The last thing you remember before exiting was hearing Chan ask Han what the hell he was thinking, then next thing you know you were pushing through a set of double doors and running.

That night you received several texts from a group chat that Felix randomly made that included everyone except for Han. Apparently there were already rumors being spread about your conversation with Jisung and all the guys knew. You also received many texts from Bangchan and Jisung himself.

This was it, you thought to yourself. You would never be able to show your face around the JYP building ever again. And to make matters worse… You probably lost a friend.

Notes ♤ AHHHHHHH! It’s finally done! Hope you guys enjoyed it. Figured since I am best at writing angst that I should start off my page with it lol Depending on how things go, this might turn into a two part mini series. We’ll just test out the waters for a bit and see how it goes. Thanks for reading! 🩶 — collisvng✨️

#➴collisvng writes #skz #skz drabbles #skz smau #skz texts #skz angst #stray kids #han jisung #han jisung drabbles #han jisung smau #han jisung texts #han jisung angst #han jisung x reader #han jisung x you #han jisung x y/n #kpop drabbles #kpop smau #angst drabble #drabbles #smau

[the-delusion-corner]

ℑ𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 - 𝔜𝔲𝔱𝔞 𝔒𝔨𝔨𝔬𝔱𝔰𝔲

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𝓎𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓂 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔

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In which, Yuta had chosen Kenjaku's side.

(¯`◕‿◕´¯)

"I never meant for this to happen....really, I didn't"

"You made a choice. You fucked up"

The ruins of Shibuya, the crater where the beaming city once stood, where the streets used to bustle with people, living for the first time, was now an ugly bomb sight, the sign of destruction, an unhappy thought.

Your head lay meekly on the black haired boy's lap, he'd been too weak to kill you, his personal feelings from the past got in the way. One year ago you were end game, saviours together. But you had been left for his own agreement on a sick desire for a new and apparent perfect world. And it took your approaching death to make him realise how wrong he was in his choice.

"I hate you Yuta, i hate you so much.

But I love you, i love you so much but seeing you hurts"

The blood covered face of yours stared up at his tear filled expression, the breaths from your rising chest becoming more suppressed. You became hazy, and you were ready. You'd had enough, the pain was slipping away. You've done what you can, you saved so many people, been the perfect person.

He didn't respond, simply because he had no words. But his voice found him meekly as your eyes brimmed.

"everything hurts Yuta"

"...Im sorry. Im so sorry (y/n), this is my fault"

He was so right that this was his fault, but as you became dazed, what good did it do blaming him further? You loved him before. He was the right person, at the right time.

But he'd made the wrong decision.

The world grew blurry, hazy, and breathing became a chore. Your half lids stared up into his glossy eyes, and you gave him a smile, one he didn't deserve.

"Maybe....in another life we got our happy ending...maybe we could've protected each other, instead of causing pain."

His salty tears fell onto your face, the pitiful face Yuta gave you was almost upsetting, but don't be weak now. You're gonna be happier. He didn't get chance to respond in life, as you slipped away on his lap. But that didn't stop him from cradling your head in apology for what he'd done and speaking, in hopes that wherever you were, you'd hear him.

"𝕴𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊.. 𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓" "𝕾𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌, 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊"

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𝓅𝓁𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝑒

#IM SO SORRY #drabble #angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk angst #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu angst #yuta angst #jjk yuta #jjk yuuta #angst drabble #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu x you #im sorry #thedelusioncorner #in another life #jjk writing

[theesirenteller]

Grocery Store Paternity

↫↫↫ 𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖝 𝕺𝖈! 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊 ↬↬↬

"D'elia? ¿Cómo estás?  Ha pasado mucho tiempo."

Who would've thought that going to pick up a bag of frozen plantains would have the average person end up running into the devil? Most wouldn't think so. But for D'elia Wren, she should've known this day would come. Especially being in Santo Padre. Miguel Galindo was the devil to many. and D'elia was no different. Even since she was fifteen, he terrorized her body and mind. His love for the gringa was the only thing that saved her. Funny how now that didn't feel like such a blessing. 

D'elia stared at him wide-eyed with a clenched jaw. Her throat dry as she bit at the side of her bottom lip. Her hands shook against the cool rod of the cart's handlebar. She could feel the warm and wet sensation of tears start to form in the corner of her eyes. 

"Mom, can I have these, please! It's watermelon and jalapeno flavored!" The familiar squeaky voice felt the comfort of an angel. Which caused D'elia to snap out of her frozen state and turn her attention to the child at her side.

"Uhm, yes of course." D'elia agreed with a forced smile. She nearly snatched the candy bag out of her daughter's hands due to how fast she grabbed it before tossing it into the cart.

Miguel raised an eyebrow as he looked at the child. Watching the two in both curiosity and amusement. When the girl turned to face him and offered the man a polite smile; he felt his world stop and his blood run cold. She had the same smile and eyes as his mother.  She had her mother's vibrant, golden-umber brown skin, full lips, and nose. Everything else screamed Galindo to Miguel. An uncanny resemblance that couldn't be ignored. 

"Hola! I'm-"

"Excuse us." The poor girl was cut off by her mother before she had the time to be polite. D'elia lifted the child up with little to no distress and rolled her cart with her other hand. "Mommy, I'm not a baby!", the child pouted and squirmed. Her whining could be heard through the aisles as well as her mother's hushing.

"Get Davante to pull up her records over the last eight to ten years. Have Chino and Mateo follow her." Miguel ordered Nestor before continuing on with his shopping. 

D'elia and the nameless child haven't left his mind since that day. Days turned into three weeks and three weeks turned into three months before Miguel decided to take action and make a trip to confront D'elia. He hadn't informed Emily of anything and he doubted she would care about his sudden coldness and distance from her. Cristobal was all that he focused on when inside the Galindo home. The thought of his son having an older sister and him having a second child, a daughter. One that wasn't from his wife was…complicated. Both joyous and frightening. He could've turned a blind eye. And a part of him wanted to. Cristobal had been in enough danger and Miguel didn't want to put another child through that. But, then again the girl was his child and D'elia. Well, she was damaged goods and one of four of his deepest regrets. The things he'd done to her in his early twenties whilst she was only a minor…made his stomach turn. But in a distorted way…he cared for her. The way a pet owner cared for its dog. Now, it was too late to turn a blind eye. Miguel was now in San Francisco, standing in front of a brownstone building with Nestor and Davante by his sides.  

The tumblers of the locks clicked open and instead of a look of surprise, D'elia stood there with an indifferent look across her face. "Three men for one woman? Gee, I really must be a lot to handle." she greeted with dry humor before stepping aside.

Miguel sent her a subtle smile before ordering Nestor and Devante to wait in the car. "You're hard to tame but not hard to handle." He replied. The two story apartment was more spacious than he imagined. Downstairs, the living room where he guided into was subtly minimalistic. Painted a deep shade of purple with various accents of burnt orange lingering around. Like the couch that he sat on.

"What do you know? What do you want, Miguel?" D'elia immediately questioned as soon as she was seated. 

"Do you welcome all your guests this way?" Miguel chastised. 

"You ain't no damn guest." She shot back.

A rasped chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head "Fair enough." he then smoothed out his black suit jacket, "I know Alejandra is my daughter. I know she's eight years old and was born in Iowa. Mainly, one of those witness protection programs. I know you ratted out that whorehouse on the outskirts of Santo Padre to get you and her out of their…and away from me." his thumbs brushed over the gold ring on his fingers.

"She might be your daughter by blood but she's not your kid." D'elia replied stubbornly. "And your deep dive turned out to be right. That whore house and bitch Maria were the reasons kids like me were offered up to assholes like you. Just because you brought a little designer and some expensive jewelry around me doesn't mean you weren't as sick as the rest of those bastards who came around." her tone seething with venom and disgust.

"Fifteen was hardly a kid and don't you forget anyone one of those girls would've been happy to take your spot." Miguel argued.

"And I wish it had been one of them." D'elia hissed.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the two of them. The pair now glaring at one another with mixed emotions.  Miguel's left eye slightly twitched and his expression sat cold until he smiled. 

"Look, I don't want any trouble D'elia. I simply want what every man wants…his family together. You don't have to be in Santo Padre but Alejandra will know I'm her father and she'll know her brother and all of the Galindo family." The smile across his lips never matched the dark expression within his eyes.

 He stood up from his seat and stalked his way towards her which caused D'elia to tense up. "And I'd hate for her to be brought into the family without you. A girl needs her mother and well..step-mothers can be a hard adjustment at her age." His large palm patted against D'elia's shoulder as he placed a kiss on her cheek, "You look beautiful by the way."  his warm breath hit the shell of her earlobe.

D'elia tightly gripped at the sides of her loveseat as her blood ran cold. She fought back tears of anger and instead nodded her head. "Okay." If he wanted to play…then they could play.

"Great," His smile now dazzling and bright, "I'll be in touch so make sure to answer your phone." with that Miguel made his way to the foyer before letting himself out. The thought of getting rid of Emily and starting his family over was fresh in his mind.

#Miguel Galindo drabble #miguel galindo #mayans mc #mayans mc fics #mayans fanfic #mayans fx #danny pino #angst drabble

[maroonswan]

I feel like villian!Bakugo Katsuki would break up with you in the worst way: he never does.

He just disappears from your life.

Doesn't answer your calls or texts.

Never reaches out to you again.

You're just left there staring at your phone at night for weeks on end wondering what you did wrong, shocked that he chose to do this, that for you he's just gone.

#tw angst #tw breakup #tw abandonment #bakugo katuski x reader #angst drabble #mha angst #bnha angst #villian au #mha drabbles #mha bakugo #bnha bakugou #had to turn hin into a villian #regular bakugo would never...i think

[khujoor]

you left me. (scaramouche)

a/n: will upload the scara series ch 1 soon!!

tw: heavy angst, mentions of abuse, depression.

"scaramouche," you said, bitterly. you rarely used his full name, always choosing a nickname for him instead. but today, you couldn't.

he left you. you were at the brink of dying, but he left you. your family was harming you, physically and emotionally. you asked scaramouche for help, but he just stood there.

eventually, he ran from you. he left you there, constantly being harmed. he didn't ever call the police, or someone you knew you could trust.

"i'm sorry, i know i screwed up, but i'll be better," he was crying almost, but it felt fake.

"i can't. you know how much i trusted you. i told you everything, but you left me. you didn't even get help for me," tears begun rolling down your cheeks, your lip quivering.

"what if you leave me again? what if i get in a similar situation and you just leave me?"

"i promise i won't y/n, i'll never leave," he said, wiping your tears.

"but scara," you stayed silent for a moment, needing to stop crying, "how do i know you're not lying?"

#scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scara #wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer #wanderer #genshin x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #heavy angst #tw angst #tw depression #tw abuse #angst drabble #angst oneshot #scarakuzush1

[littlerachelawrites]

Warning: angst | a little ooc (?) | reader is herrscher | reader's death

Both conquered powers clashed against themselves in full force and theirs glory. Smudges of their potency cut night sky with angry and fervor of fight, which warmed up to the highest, fire level.

He tried everything to defeat you without hurt. He tried speak to your conscience and your human ego. But it was only tilting at windmills. Your angry – or angry of this something – for humanity only grown up, you even refused to call you as human.

He really tried help you with control your herrscher identity, but his efforts wasn't enough. He didn't want fight with you. He already couldn't look at your eyes...

Your eyes, once full of warm and happiness, was fully of hate and clear willingness destroy everything, what's related with humans and humanity.

And he couldn't allow this to happen.

— I give you last chance... — he wanted to his voice sound powerfull and threateningly, but your reaction for his words was only insanly laugh.

— Chance!? — you asked him with irony. — Is humanity gave me this chance when their could!? No! So you don't bluff my eyes your „chance”, Welt of Humanity!

I love you...

He created thousands launchers, which was leaded towards to you. Your gaze became a little bit nervous and you tried use your powers to block this missiles. But it was pointless compared with Power of Reason.

...but I must use my the most powerfull resourcess. You don't give me a choice...

Finally, when missiles stopped shots to you your flabbily and weak body has fallen from heights and with loud bang landed to ground. Welt approached to you and you looked at him with horror in your eyes and fear that he'll delived this final blow, but it never didn't happen.

After a few moments staring to your dying silhouette, he knelt down next to your body and grabbing your hand, he started cry with guilty in his voice saying:

— I'm sorry... — he sobbed, and tears running down his cheeks. — I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I don't save you before this madness... I...

— Welt... no... Joahim... — you interrupted him with serious, but at the same time weak voice. He looked at your face with shock and disbelief. — I was weak... please... accept my apologise... and safe humanity... I was blinded by hate and... despite my promises... I wasn't... enough strong... to do this...

Welt stopped your tiring speech kissing. Suddenly your lips became cold and he stopped this. Tears still dripped from his cheeks and chin, but with bigger quantity.

Welt of Humanity...

Your mocking words still bounded walls of his mind.

Protector of Humanity...

And he couldn't save this human, who's he loved the most...

#honkaimpact3rd #honkai 3rd #honkai impact #honkai angst #honkai x reader #hi3rd #hi3 #honkai fanfic #honkai drabble #welt yang x reader #welt yang #honkai welt #angst drabble

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Can we get a y/n falls for Miranda, Miranda uses y/n to experiment with the cadou, the experiment fails, Miranda tosses y/n like garbage angst, Alcina finds y/n and does some nursing back to health fluff? Maybe then Miranda tries to take y/n back, and Alcina gets possessive?

Really awesome prompt idea! Let’s get into it!

You loved getting to know Miranda. You loved Miranda in spite of everything she put you through. You… loved her. So much. You knew she didn’t feel quite as strongly as you did, but… You told yourself that deep down she loved you back.

After a few weeks of “dating” seriously, (Miranda was just using you, really) She proposes an idea. She wants to test your affinity to the cadou.

You’re unsure. Just because you’re dating her and you love her, you shouldn’t feel like you have to give in, but… You do. The frigid stare Miranda gives you as she waits for your response scares you. What if she breaks up with you over this? You can’t stand the thought.

You clear your throat and ask what procedures are involved… You really wish you hadn’t.

Miranda gives you the graphic details of how samples of the cadou are implanted. It kind of makes you want to throw up. You’ve always been somewhat squeamish.

Miranda asks again if you will do this for her.

Do this for her…

Do this… For her? She knew what she was doing. The careful way she words this ensnares you and gives her greater leverage. If you love her, then surely you will undergo the implantation. It should be a no-brainer. We sacrifice for the ones we love…

You sigh and tell her that you’ll do whatever she wants.

Miranda surprises you by giving you a rare taste of affection. She kisses you. Her lips are so soft… So warm… Wait, what did you agree to again? She’s got you hopelessly wrapped around her finger.

Miranda is a master at manipulation.

You didn’t realize quite how cruel and calculating she was, though. Not until it was too late.

Miranda performs grueling experiments on you before the implantation. You try to hide how much the tests hurt and how badly you were suffering.

Miranda, however, is brutally focused and seemingly has no problems torturing you to get what she wants.

Eventually, Miranda does the implantation, and things seem okay… For a second.

Suddenly, you begin convulsing violently and your heart rate skyrockets. The instantaneous muscle contractions from your seizing makes you feel like your joints are about to pop out of their sockets.

The dull ache of your implantation site gives way to heavy bleeding and burning.

Your mouth begins to foam and you start vomiting uncontrollably… Quickly emptying your stomach all over the floor. It does little to bring you relief. The horrible dry heaving, that you’re afraid will cause broken ribs, feels like it lasts forever.

Miranda watches all of this. Every single second of it. She doesn’t come over to comfort you or even apologize. She simply takes notes and leaves you writhing in agony as she waits for something else to happen.

Finally, all seizing stops and you lie unconscious on the floor in a pool of your own blood and puke.

Miranda finally does express one emotion. Disgust. She wrinkles her nose at your limp figure and drags you out to the front of her house, dumping you next to a pile of refuse. Like fucking trash. Wow, you meant so little to her that she literally tossed your broken body away like it was nothing.

You lie there in the freezing cold, shivering and in pain for who knows how long.

Suddenly, the most gorgeous, and tall, woman you had ever seen graces your vision.

You look up at her, unable to talk or move. She is an angel or a beautiful apparition.

She looks at you with pity and is seemingly… Intrigued? Was that a blush on her cheeks? No. Get it together, Y/N, you’re dying, remember?

“Well… Who might you be?” She finally says.

Holy shit… That voice. You want to hear it again.

You try to talk, but you are too weak and you end up only mouthing nonsensical words. You simply don’t have the energy to answer.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, little one.” Alcina soothes and bends down to cup your jaw with her hand. “Mother Miranda asked me to take you back to my castle. May I… Hold you?” She asks, feeling a little embarrassed of how timid she is in your presence. You’re very good looking and something about you has her enraptured.

Your eyes widen. She is a woman you could see yourself going to the ends of the earth for… She’s different than Miranda. She’s warm and kind.

You nod your head, with great difficulty, and Alcina carefully scoops you up.

She marvels at how perfectly you fit against her. Mother Miranda told her to do as she wanted with you, because you were useless to her now, but Alcina knows she’s keeping you all to herself. Miranda is a fool to let you go, but she is not. You belong to her now…

You stay at the castle for a few weeks as Alcina carefully nurses you back to health, but… She also talks to you and tells you about herself, her daughters, how she ended up here…

You’re embarrassed to admit this, but… You pretty much fell for her the very first moment you saw her. You needed something to hold onto, and she couldn’t have found you at a more crucial time. She’s… Stunning. Ethereal. Radiant. The world doesn’t deserve her, and yet, here she is. Spending all of her time with you.

Once you recover, you are like her constant shadow. She loves having you with her. She even has you run errands for her to let you feel like you are helping. Damn. She already knows you well enough to see how much you want to take some of the stress off of her.

You two fall in love with each other and begin dating soon after.

You’re happier than you’ve ever been. Miranda who? She is not even a blip on your radar anymore. All you can see is Alcina.

You both like to go on walks through the village to talk. However, Miranda has eyes and ears everywhere and it gets back to her that you are alive and well… The experiment must have been a success!

Miranda calls Alcina immediately and tells her to bring you over, but… Alcina does the unthinkable. She tells Mother Miranda no.

Miranda is speechless for a moment. Alcina has always been her most loyal follower. And yet, she just denied a request from her. She’s not even angry, she’s beyond shocked.

Alcina explains (Trying to bite back the vitriol she wants to unleash) that the cadou did not bond to you and she had to remove it to save you… It’s partially true. She did need to take the main fungal root out, but its affects had already seeped into your blood. You had become stronger and more resilient. Less… Human.

At Alcina’s explanation, Miranda’s eyes dim and her tone becomes bored. Dismissive as always to those who don’t meet her ridiculous standards.

Alcina is overjoyed that you are no longer at the forefront of Miranda’s mind, but… She feels a familiar stab of anger as Miranda behaves the exact same way she did when Alcina’s mutation first occurred. It’s like you’re dirt under Miranda’s feet, but Alcina knows how special you are. It’s infuriating to hear her discount you like this. She doesn’t deserve YOU. Not the other way around. Alcina quickly gets off the phone with her and goes to find you.

Her heart warms as she watches you read to her daughters and are able to make them laugh. It seems that they love you as well.

You were meant to be here. Surrounded by people who cared about you and cherished you.

This was your home and Alcina was your soulmate.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x y/n #mother miranda x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #angst drabble #angst #resident evil 8 #resident evil village

[tiwsaltyst]

kinda nervous to post this but lol! i was meant to write a jeanmarco fic with this snippet in it but like idk now.. writers block caught up to me 💔

posting this here because i realised this could also work from when jean found marco in trost

That raw ache in Jean’s chest that’s on the verge of bursting felt like it was killing him. He wants to close his eyes and disappear from the present, yet he can’t look away. He’s afraid of what will become of the motionless body before him if he looks away. How will he cope when that body is six feet under? When he’s completely out of sight? When there’s nothing he can do about the earth taking back the soul that hid in that precious vessel? Oh, how he’d envy the worms that could take his flesh—take a part of him. How he’d envy the realm of death for obtaining his precious soul.

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot jean #aot marco #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #marco bodt #jeanmarco #aot drabbles #angst drabble

[tmntxthings]

一∑ ruin the moment 。・゜・

song inspired | ceilings by lizzy mcalpine

author’s notes: a quick drabble that i thought had potential.. i imagine living in insolation takes its toll on the mental, the song is pretty cool <3

word association: hallucinations, touch-starved, out of reality, projecting, imagination…

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Donnie watched as the credits rolled once more. It was his favorite movie. The real one. Not the one he told his brothers. This one was his, this one was special. Just like you.

He turned his head to the side to see you passed out. You could never stay awake when it got this late. You were kinda cute.

His hand went up, he wanted to brush your hair back. He wanted to skim his fingers along your cheeks. He wanted to touch you.

But he held back, his hand dropping in favor of closing the laptop. He didn’t want to wake you up. He settled back into the pillows that were piled up behind him.

This was enough, he thought as he placed the laptop on the bedside table. You here with him. Comfortable enough to sleep. You were kinda cute, and his heart jumped as if to nod along in agreement.

He got as close as he dared. Inching closer to your side. Your hand was above the covers. Maybe he could.. reach out.. touch there.. hold your hand. And as he reached out once more he felt his chest tighten.

Don’t.

It was a sudden thought. One that surprised him. One moment he had been building up the courage just to reach out and now his mind was telling him to do the opposite.

Move back. You’ll ruin this. Don’t do it.

He blinked as he watched you breathe in deeply, turning over closer to him. You had touched him. Knees coming up and knocking against his leg.

He swallowed.

That was all it took, his hand went out on its own accord. Brushing away your hair like how he had wanted. How he had wished to do.

He leaned down, kissing your forehead. Murmuring how much he loved you. His eyes closed once more, breathing in, before moving back.

And when his eyes opened you were no longer there. Not beside him.

You were there on the screen though. And the credits started to roll once more. His chest panged.

This was his favorite movie..

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#tmnt donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise donatello x reader #rise donatello #rise donnie #donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie #tmnt drabble #tmnt fandom #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #donatello hamato #music #song inspired #angst #angst drabble #Spotify

[honniedonnie]

Tighnari Angst Drabble

The Akademiya telling Tighnari that they can "resurrect" his s/o and in return all Tighnari has to do is join the Akademiya

We all know that the Akademiya aren't going to resurrect his s/o. They're just tricking him

#🍯ideas #tighnari #tighnari angst #tighnari drabble #angst drabble #genhsin impact angst #genshin impact drabble #genshin impact angst drabble #genshin drabbles #genshin tighnari #genshin impact tighnari #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #tighnari x reader

[blueparadis]

Saw the Valentine's event thing so...

Tighnari 💔

Tighnari & first heart break.

Tighnari has watched people come and go like a passing cloud in his life. He had a few moments of weakness here and there,called it to be infatuation, or perhaps a crush. Sometimes, he did not have the chance to confess while at other times his body language did all the work.

There was someone whom just by watching Tighnari could feel his skin burn up, face light up with ecstasy and heart sink when they are not around. And when they are not around ,that was the first time he ever felt his heart tearing at it's seams.

To feel and not be able to tell it, in his own time. To burn with desire and keep quite about it suffocated him, a punishment of wrong timing, being indecisive, being careless enough to let them be another passing cloud.

Being showered with affection and yet not be able to convey his is the greatest punishment love could ever have and all because they were already taken, already loved. His affection was extra. He thinks they deserved to know but at the same time he would come off as selfish, would he not ?

Yep, he definitely would.

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[siriuslystargazing]

You know that moment from Arcane where powder is sobbing calling out for Violet, what if. And hear me out.

It’s Sirius and regulus.

Regulus thought he did the right thing by borrowing explosives from Barty and using them on death eaters. He didn’t think about the order members and the poor muggles that were trapped in the building. All regulus wanted to do was save his big brother.

Debris and fire consumed the warehouse bodies of innocent people and death eaters littered the floor. Sirius managed to peel himself away blood and tears smeared across his face. He’s 19 for fuck sake why is he fight a war! Sirius looked over at the body of an order member, he didn’t know his name yet he only turned 18 the other week. Sirius couldn’t help the tears that bubbled up in his eyes at the thought of it being Regulus lying there until that familiar voice came through, that naive voice “Siri! It worked!” Regulus cheered from the warehouse entrance he skidded over his face dropping at the aftermath of the bomb, he scanned Sirius he was clutching his ribs the same way he did when Walburga had finished punishing him. Sirius felt a lump form in his throat at the sight of regulus, he had a small cut to his temple but he was otherwise unscathed, unlike him.

“What?, what are you talking about” Sirius voice was low he was trying to piece it all together, “did you see me! The bomb me and Barty worked on finally worked!” Regulus beamed with pride. Sirius could feel the heat of the fire ranging around them his face remained neutral has everything hit him at once. This was Regulus’ fault.

“You did this? Regulus looked at Sirius confused, why wasn’t he proud or happy that he helped them shame crept it’s way through like cold dead hands, Sirius clutched his chest a little tighter wincing slightly “why? Why did you do this Reg?”

Regulus could feel the shame tear at him, it felt the prick of tears in his eyes. He’s done it again he messed up, regulus recoiled into himself clutching at his bag like a safety blanket “I-I was saving you” Regulus looked down at the floor still holding onto his tears, he looked over to the blood spattered glasses next to the body Sirius was standing over… surly it wasn’t James? Regulus felt his chest go tight a sob wracked it way though him “I only wanted to help” regulus felt his body go limp. “I only wanted to help!” Another sob came out, his bag hit the floor his knees felt weak. The tears finally spilled he new he was an ugly cryer so why wasn’t Sirius consoling him like he did when he was five?

Sirius held on tighter, he was angry. He said he would never get angry at Regulus but this was different “I told you to stay away!” Sirius promised himself he would never raise a hand to Regulus. But he did, it happened in a flash. One moment they were standing there the next regulus was on the floor his cheek stinging. Sirius couldn’t think couldn’t do anything he only felt hatred and anger towards his little brother.

Regulus choked on another sob, now isn’t the time for something like this “why did you leave me!” Regulus couldn’t control his emotions anymore, sob after sob came out. Tonight the past would resurface surrounded by the fires of consequence. Sirius grabbed his brothers face, it was like his the same nose and almond shaped eyes but his cheeks were rounder with adolescence, Regulus was 17 still in school it’s not June yet. “Because your a Jinx regulus! Your a fucking Jinx, a black cat in a human skin! Peter was right about you!” Sirius spat the words out at his brother, anger had finally taken control. Sirius was exactly like his father, passive until provoked to blinding rage.

Regulus continued to sob unable to draw a proper breath he kept muttering No like a mad man. “Please siri!” He choked out again and again until he saw his fathers rage within Sirius dissolve into regret, one of the many things that spectated the brothers from their parents was the fact they still had empathy and compassion for each other. Sirius moved his hand Regulus face, he just stared his his palm. Flecks of regulus blood were sneered over his palm from when he hit him. Regulus was properly ugly crying he balled his hands into fists pulling his jacket over to wipe away the tears and snot. “Sirius Please”

Sirius didn’t feel in control of his emotions or body, he thought the best thing to do was leave. He braced himself against debris and limped out of the wear house leaving regulus on the floor calling out to him.

“Sirius! Sirius please come back! Please, I need you” more sobs shot through him his breathing was erratic, Sirius let the please ring out as he hid behind the wall as he finally let the tears fall. Regulus was finally having the breakdown, everything that was pent up over the last 10 years was coming out and Sirius wasn’t there to help him though it.

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I wrote this in the train to uni so it’s not been checked, it was just an idea okay if anyone wants to improve on it be my guest lol

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