#poor attempt at angst

[gallant-basilisk]

"Impactful accident"

Just a small drabble, nothing specific :)

[...]

"Mina, what did you do?" Momo asked the girl with concern as she stepped up to her. The girl whipped her head around, her pink skin noticeably redder around her teary eyes than normal. "...I didn't mean to...... It was an accident— I'm sorry, please!" She pleaded, her eyes erratically jumping between Momo and the girl hiding behind her. Momo raised an arm, separating the two, although there was only pity in her expression, she still didn't let Mina approach her.....

You.

"Y/N.." A meek voice, unrecognizable without its usual cheery and confident vibe escaped the girl's throat.

You took a step to the left and hesitantly brushed some strands of hair from your face— although the bandages still blocked your vision, effectively nullifying the action—, glaring at her through the small gaps made for you to see through.

You're mad, that's clear. You know that. Momo knows that. Mina knows that. But neither of the two can offer you a solution. Neither of them can help cool down your sizzling thoughts and boiling blood, all demanding compensation. It was only fair. It would only be fair. And it's so infuriating to know you'll never receive it. Not even because of a mistake you made. But one that wasn't yours, it was Mina's. It is Mina's fault. So why do you have to be the one to suffer the consequences?

You pull your hands into fists, your well-kept nails — although short — managing to puncture the thin skin and drawing blood. You spare a glance to your side, head pointed towards Mina and rigidly still — Momo's looking at your face, well, what she can see with the thick layers of bandages concealing it, so you know she hasn't yet noticed the thin lines of blood traveling down your hands, collecting into one big patch at the bottom and quietly pooling on the floor beside your legs.

It helped, a little bit. The small stinging in your palms offered some sort of 'breath of relief' though every glance towards the pink girl relit the fire inside you. Her pitiful, sad expression never once made you question the validity of your anger,— even though you admit she did kind of look like a kicked dog. It didn't matter.

Whether what she did was intentional or not does not matter right now.

"Mina, please. Y/N won't say anything..." Momo asked quietly, afraid of setting you off or scaring her. "I..." She gulped, gaze flicking between you and her, "I asked the girls if they wanted to spar with me, and—and you weren't here, I don' (k)now where you, where you were, but not, you were not here an—and——" "Mina!" Momo put her hand on her shoulder and wiped stray tears from her eyes with her other hand. "Calm down, take a deep.breath and don't rush." She flashed a reassuring smile, then took a step back as she waited patiently for Mina to continue.

Mina took a deep breath, a way bigger one than Momo meant, and released it in a long exhale. She repeated this for a few more times, then after a final sigh she looked into the ravenette's eyes.

"I wanted to practice with someone this morning— like I said, you weren't here, but I asked everyone else— but only Y/N agreed——" "Oh, no.." Momo mumbled under her breath, her eyes immediately snapping to you. The pity in how she looked at you was anything but comforting. "... So, we went outside to spar and, well I——I was hasty, I didn't wait for her to get ready........." She falls silent and looks down, her body trembling slightly.

"Mina..!" Momo pulled her into a tight embrace, murmuring small words of reassurence as she rocked her side-to-side.

"It won't heal!" You shout suddenly at the two, lost in their own worlds where Mina's the victim and you didn't exist, apparently. They froze, slowly looking at you in silence. "You fucked me up!" "Y/N, calm down, please." Momo pleaded, truly meaning nothing else with her words, yet it didn't change the end result. Also, how does she not realise telling an angry person to calm down isn't gonna have the effect she wants. "CALM DOWN?! MINA FUCKED UP MY FACE!! MY LIFE!" You glare at the two, though you can no longer tell what kind of expression they're making as your vision blurs. Your bandages absorb most of your tears, but it really doesn't change how miserable you feel. How miserable you are.

"Momo, what the hell??" You turn to the girl, her form only appearing as smaller-bigger puddles of colours in your eyes. Your voice loses stability, power and it's becoming increasingly difficult to speak or breathe properly. It's so difficult to stop crying, to be calm when you feel like your whole life's falling apart. Even when it's not, in the present, you can't see it.

You're sad, or angry, maybe tired... You can't really tell which anymore, but a turmoil of emotions is blooming inside you and it just pisses you off how you're unable to do anything.

[...]

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha angst #poor attempt at angst

[rcehb-art]

Poison & Wine

The Civil Wars

OOC but ugh this song gives me strong Raphael angst where he thinks he knows everything about Tav bc he’s designed the stage for them to play in. Like a script, he’s read the story he has written with the ending in mind. He will win. He will get that crown.

Right?

But the little mouse is a clever one. They know where to exit the stage. They’ve memorized their lines and learned their cues.

And while yes, the script is his, purely his creation, but it’s their adlib that wins the applause of the people. Those annoying little improvisations that strays from the script yet somehow still plays along the tightrope of his sentences. The audience laughs, the audience cries. All the glory goes to his favorite little actor but they don’t trust his design.

Sweet, decadent poison.

But then he falls. The tightrope snaps. His wings punctured and beaten, his nose bleeding, his tongue tracing an empty hole between jagged teeth. The hammer was missing and the audience waits with abated breath.

He lays in a pool of blood but tears fall on his cheek. Not his. No, certainly not his. Someone else’s. He dreams of a world where he’s crowned like a king but still in the service of mortals, offering delicious contracts left and right. They would’ve benefitted from this dream. He dreams but his eyes couldn’t close.

More tears fall on his cheek and something of a choked apology escapes their lips. This was not part of the script. Another adlib of theirs. But the curtains were closing in and he’s not quite sure if the audience was applauding. He was exhausted. His flesh and bones shift — achingly so — to something smaller, less remarkable. Claws turn to fingertips as it reaches for their flesh but there’s only tears.

“Do not weep anymore, little mouse.”

And his eyes close like the curtains to a window, distant light fading into the darkness.

#not even tagging this one bc I’m scared #ooc raphael lives in my head rent free so I can make angst delusions #also my poor attempt at writing lmao god I am rustier than ur grandfather’s musket #keep scrolling I guess? I just needed to let this out #I hope my moots find this bc I wanna be angst

[sixzeroes]

[22:43] you know it’s bad, falling in love with your father’s best friend. you traveled back in time to save your father from his demise, not to fall in love with his best friend’s eighteen-year-old existence. the whole point of regressing to the time when you weren’t even born was for the sake of your mother’s happiness, not yours.

jaemin’s eyes reflect a million stars as he looks at you. he doesn’t know three-fourths of what you know, nor does he understand just how twisted your fates are. your heart feels as if it’ll be wrenched out by the hands of the gods. jaemin has always lingered around your mother after the death of your father, often caring for you when she wasn’t emotionally able to. but as you grew up, he began to visit less, until eventually, he no longer was a part of your life. something about moving to america to start afresh, thanks to a promotion from his workplace.

you once eavesdropped on your mother and jaemin talking about his lack of partners. he’d simply laughed, blaming his first love for stealing his heart and never giving it back.

the gods are so, so cruel in everything they do.

#nabimisc #help is this my poor attempt at angst #(yes it is) #nct #nct u #nct dream #na jaemin #jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin au #jaemin ff #jaemin fanfic #jaemin timestamp #jaemin oneshot #jaemin scenario #jaemin imagine #nct timestamp #nct dream timestamp #nct u timestamp

[tomkinard]

can the good omens fandom come up with better angst that doesnt involve villainizing aziraphale

#if u do this ur ugly and don’t deserve her #convinced ppl who do this don’t like him like that has to be the only explanation #every single attempt at angst i’ve seen ALWAYS has something to do with azi not returning crowleys feelings #and making him out to be the bad guy while crowleys the poor heartbroken victim #like shut the fuck up holy shit #how can u get aziraphale’s character so fundamentally WRONG #riel.txt

[antiheroest]

"-FUCKER!"; A Bucky Barnes x Reader Drabble

pairings — dramatic!reader x dramatic!bucky barnes

summary — you're afraid you've reached your time, and bucky just happened to be there during your final moments

warnings — mentions of death, swearing, angst, fluff, very sad attempt at humour, lactose intolerance, ...

word count — 761

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m afraid not.” You melodramatically sigh, adding in a few coughs after just to make it seem real enough for him to believe it.

He stares at you in genuine concern. Feeling sorry for himself for not knowing what to do to help you in the state you were in.

Staring at you with hopeless eyes, he knows your situation won’t be getting any better anytime soon. It’s about time he faced the music, he thinks, trying to immediately head to accepting the impending cataclysm.

“Tell mother and father that- achoo- I won’t make it back home in time for supper,” You sadly requested of him, trying to make do with the voice you had left that came out croaky.

Resting your head on the chair and placing both your hands in your chest, you prepare for the inevitable grasp of death slowly taking hold of your withering life. 

Without your lifeline, you knew it was the end. There was no force in the world that could save you now.

“The plague has taken me to become a slave to its terrors,” You announce wistfully. Tears start pricking at the corner of your eyes.

Knowing you’ve lost, the pain has become unbearable. You weren’t sure how you remained alive and breathing, but you knew the life you led was coming to an end.

“I’m afraid it’s too late, Buck.”

“No!” He theatrically exclaims as he shakes his head in pure unadulterated disbelief, there was absolutely no way this was happening. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Your lips slowly curl up at his reply, very satisfied with it. Your face instantly falls back to a frown as you remember the sorrowful situation that brought you here in the first place.

“My body is too frail to walk another day on this land,” You announce. “I’m afraid that I won’t make it to see another light of day ever again.” 

You take a shaky breath as you use your residual strength to pull yourself together long enough to go on.

“The plague has triumphed. I fought with all my might, but it seems that my might was not strong enough to battle the horrors of consumption.”

Samuel Wilson watches in amusement, but mainly confusion at the interestingly startling sight unraveling before him. Standing under the shade of a green tree, he watches dumbfounded at the two figures by the lake sitting on opposing lawn chairs.

The one hundred and seven year old, former ghost assassin with a staring and dislikeable attitude problem “sheds tears”

Forms the most hideous ugly crying face any super soldier on the planet could ever pull and childishly makes full blown crying sounds.

As you “die”

Dramatically press your hand against your forehead and let your arm fall limp off the aluminum chair.

From the “consumption” 

Someone accidentally taking the last piece of Pepper Potts’ famous mozzarella sticks leaving none left for you.

The prevailing Captain America shakes his head at the dumbasses he calls his friends before heading back inside the lake house to interact with normal functioning adults that actually act their age.

“She lived a good, long life. It’s a shame she never got to eat that last mozzarella stick.” Bucky wickedly feigns sadness at your “ongoing demise”.

You let your head fall as you close your eyes shut and let your tongue stick out to really solidify your “death” with the classic “I’m dead, bleh!” face.

But before you could let your soul slip away into the nothingness of the world, you hear the familiar rustling of Bucky digging into the not-as-intimidating-as-he-thinks-it-is leather jacket he always wears to complete his emo ensemble.

You attempt to discreetly open one eye to take a glimpse at what made him get over your tragic demise so quickly. You wouldn’t be kidding when you’d say you would rather cut off your own left arm before you’d believe the sight that you witnessed from the corner of your half-open right eye.

As your mouth slacks open, you gape at him in astonishment, disbelief, and utter betrayal all at once.

Eye twitching at the newfound revelation of his traitorous doings. In that moment, you have never wanted to wish lactose intolerance on someone more than anything in the world as much as you did now. Not that it was a common occurrence…

Low and behold, James Buchanan Barnes eating the last mozzarella stick from his vibranium hand. His face contorting in pleasure as he savors the ambrosial flavors flooding his mouth full.

"YOU MOTHER-"

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a/n — i couldn't sleep… so naturally i gave in and wrote the stupidest thing i could think off. hope you enjoy the shit that goes inside my head written down lol.

please feel free to comment anything. ANYTHING! (i'll sincerely appreciate it, even if it's mean)

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you #original female character #angst #tragedy #sad attempt at humor #bucky barnes crack #bucky fic #marvel fic #avengers fic #i actually invented tragedies in literature #poor writing

[caleism-1]

Setting: Jour’s funeral

Cale shouldn’t cry…

No matter how much he wants to… He shouldn’t…

It wasn’t that it would ruin their reputation with all these lowly bugs people around, since his father was crying along with many others.

It was actually because people would try to use him once he starts crying. Also because he would never be able to stop crying.

Nobles would try to take advantage of his weakness since kids are oh so gullible. They would try to get close to him and not his father because they believe he would be easier to use. Then they’ll try to make him a puppet or use him to get close to the count.

He can’t let that happen!

No matter how hard it is, he’ll just have to keep holding it back.

He could just cry all he wants when he gets back home.

He could just-

“Look at him, he isn’t even crying.”

"Is he not sad?"

"How could he be so insensitive?"

“Such a cold hearted child.”

"I pity the late countess.”

“Yeah! I feel bad for the count and the late countess for having to raise such a cold hearted child.”

Cale lightly bit his lips as he tried to tune out the whispers of the servants and nobles that came to the funeral.

He wanted to say that it wasn’t true. 

He also wanted to cry.

He wasn’t cold hearted.

Such thoughts filled his head as he tried to hide his discomfort from the piercing gazes that was aimed towards him.

He wished this could end faster.

(I was about to fall asleep but this idea popped up in my mind. It turned out better in my head…sorry for tainting your eyes)

#og!cale #og cale #jour thames #jour’s funeral #It turned out better in my head… #I kept repeating the word nobody in my head before making this because of a song #the past #a poor attempt at making angst #sorry for tainting your eyes #the poor boy just wanted to cry ㅠㅠ #sorry if this doesn’t make sense #I have bad grammar #I should be sleep right now #it’s 4:40am where I am right now

[dehydration-stati0n]

{Gol D. Rodger x Reader}

Rules Word Count: 0.3k

It broke your heart to watch the one man you loved about to be executed. You hoped he didn't experience too much pain as he died, and you hoped he didn't regret it. 

"Do you have to do this?" You had asked, hours before his imprisonment.

"My conditions only getting worse." He responded, taking the last of Crocus's medicine. "Besides, I won't really die, people will always remember me." 

You frowned at him, "That doesn't mean anything." 

"Doesn't it?" 

"Your story gets told throughout generations, so what? It won't bring you back." You argued, desperately trying to convince him to not get himself killed.

"I can't be cured. Sitting around is the same as turning myself in." He explained, striding over to you and brushing some hair out of your face. Fire crackling in the background as the world seemed to stop.

You sorrowfully watched as the swords came down on him, ending his life. You stood there for a moment, trying to recollect yourself, before turning around and making your way out. 

"Please don't leave me." You had begged, hopelessly grabbing onto his large coat.

He didn't give in though, only held you in his embrace as you wept. He said that it was the only thing left for him to do. His son would be the next King.

You had braced yourself for this moment so many times, but none of that preparation could stop the tears from streaming down your face. 

Rain pattered down as you made your way away from the crowd. Wait, Rain? You looked up at the sky in confusion. It was sunny just a second ago. You were slightly annoyed at how cliche it was for it to start raining like this. 

You left LougeTown, avoiding the puddles starting to form on your way. You'd be wanted now. You'd have to live on the run. That was the cost of loving Rodger.

#gol d. roger #gol d rodger x reader #rodger x reader #angst #this is my poor attempt at angst #one piece #one piece oneshot #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #i tried my best y'all i swear #this is probably very inaccurate to what actually happened #go along with it

[polyoptigon17]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson Additional Tags: Whump, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Whump, Worried Hank Anderson, Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson & Connor Parent-Child Relationship, Hank Anderson and Connor Live Together, Hank Anderson and Connor are Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Bullying, Harassment, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Guilt, Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Connor Has Issues (Detroit: Become Human), Poor Connor, Good Parent Hank Anderson Series: Part 5 of Whump Trope-a-Thon 2023 Summary:

All Connor wanted was to make up for what he did as the Deviant Hunter and prove that he could do more than hurt. But most other androids won’t even give him a chance, going as far as to harass him any time he’s near. It starts to get to him and Connor begins to wonder if they’re right. Maybe he doesn’t deserve to live.

#amow tropeathon 2023 #angst #detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh hank #poor connor #tw suicide attempt #tw bullying #whump #hurt/comfort

[stillalittlelostngl]

Tragedy of Loving Itadori HCs

You knew he was going to die from the jump but couldn't stop yourself from loving him anyways. Every human being is condemned to die from birth but Itadori's sentence seems particularly cruel. Or to put it simply - a very poor attempt at angst incoming

Loving Yuji was always going to be a tragedy. You knew that but you still couldn’t help but fall for the bright eyed boy with the death sentence looming over his head. 

He never seemed all that bothered by his never ending march to death’s door. You often found yourself wondering if he even remembered that was where he was headed. His smiles were too bright and contagious for someone with a leg in the grave. 

You had tried to keep a professional distance between the two of you initially because of it. Death was not an unfamiliar topic in the world of curses and sorcerer’s - everytime someone left you never knew for sure if they were going to come back - but you were never very good at hardening yourself to it. Each loss was as painful as the first. You weren’t looking to get attached to yet another person just to know without a shadow of a doubt that you’d outlive them too. 

Yuji had other plans of course. You tried to be cold. Mean even. But Yuji took all that you gave in stride and his light never dimmed. You wish you were stronger - wish you had more resolve. Perhaps then you wouldn’t be mourning the living. 

It didn’t take long for Yuji and you to become involved. At least not to you. The way he tells your guys’ story it’s as if he was chasing after you for decades. Maybe that’s just how time passes for someone who knows theirs is borrowed. 

Loving Yuji is self-destructive. Self destruction is the sound of Yuji’s laughter. It’s the sight of his blushing face when he confesses to you the first time and every time after that. It’s the way he says your name - each syllable pronounced like a prayer. It’s the peace you can only seem to find in the quiet nights you spend in his arms. 

You want to be mad. You want to yell and scream until your lungs give out. You’re upset with him for leaving. For dying a death that hasn’t come to pass just yet. Your insides twist with every plan and promise he makes. You know there’s no way he would be able to follow through with all of them so why does he bother to give you false hope? To pretend like there’s a future for the both of you? 

You’re not supposed to be mad at dying people though. So you’ll swallow your anger and every plea you’ve ever learned - you’ll bite your tongue every time you want to beg him not to go. All that matters is the here and now. Each moment with Yuji is a gift you’re not sure you’ll ever be worthy of. 

You want to remember every detail while you can - there’s going to be a time when your memory is all that you have left of him after all.

#Thought about referencing greek mythology tbh #lots of tragic lovers there to pick from #maybe some other time #anyways i just think jjk is a perfect tragedy #yuji is a good person who we were told from the jump would die #and yet i'll still be sobbing when it happens lmao #angst #or a very poor attempt at it #jjk #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk yuji #yuji itadori #itadori #itadori yuji #yuji #itadori x you #itadori headcanons #itadori hcs #itadori/you #itadori/reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji/reader #itadori yuji angst #itadori yuji headcanons #yuji itadori/reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuji itadori x reader

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 20: It's Been a Long Day

Fandom: Barbie Cinematic Universe

Prompts;

Going into shock

Fetal position

Prisoner trade

Writing BCU is so funny to me. Like angsty Barbie fanfic is such a small niche, and here I am, BCU, the angst edition. Gawsh hope I don't let y'all down with this one, at least It'll be fun.

Anneliese hadn't thought this would happen again, Trapped with no obvious escape. It just doesn't seem like something that happens twice in a small Kingdom life. Though she's connected to Dulcinea now, so it's not too strange, how they managed to do it at a party with multiple kingdoms and guards is a mystery though.

Whoever it was, managed to grab seven other guests from the party as well, a bold move, which meant they obviously wanted something. And with several high profile captives, it was likely they'd get it too.

"Is everyone okay?" She asks the room, a small dungeon cell, old and abandoned.

"I can't believe they got the drop on me…" The Musketeer from France, representative of King Louie.

She gets other mumbles of 'fine' from the other girls, with how everyone is slowly rising she can only assume it's true. King Fredrick's long lost daughter, recently married to Prince Stefan Wilhelm, has a cut on her forehead. Princess Anika is favoring her left arm. Princess Rosella- another long lost daughter ironically- is holding her head. And three daughters from King Randolph's kingdom, the younger of the three looking pretty shaken up, the older two sporting a few bruises.

"Anyone have any enemies we should know about?" The Musketeer- Corinne?- asks, a resigned tone to her voice.

"I don't think any of us don't." Annika replies, hissing as she clutches her arm to her chest.

"Mines trapped in a tower, so I dont think it was her…" Rapunzel adds hesitantly, touching her forehead and wincing.

"Well, last I saw mine they were dancing forever into the sunrise." Delia says, her arm around Fallon's shoulder.

"Who said Princesses don't have adventures?" Corinne mumbles, eyebrows raising a bit in bewilderment.

"We shouldnt rule anyone out, if anything it could have been a team, it explains how they were able to get so many of us." Anneliese says, eyes scanning the room for ways out.

"Wait, but what could they want that nabbing all of us would do them any good?" Rosella asks, "I mean, mine tried to kill us all, kidnapping doesn't seem like her idea of revenge…"

"Whoever says you guys just have tea times and parties is a liar." Corinne looks at them all worriedly, "we should get out of here before they decide to off us."

"Maybe don't eat or drink anything." Rosella adds solemnly.

"Obviously who isn't gonna help then, so let's work on the; 'how to get out', any ideas? I'm good at tricking Giants, but that's probably not gonna help here."

Anneliese has made it to the lock of the cell, examining the hallway for a key or something to use as one. She didn't remember how they got here, the ballroom had gone dark and then Erikas hand had slipped from hers and well, here she was. Goodness, those three were gonna be so worried…

"Fallon! It's going to be okay, just breathe!" Said Princess has curled into a ball by the wall, her sisters kneeled by her.

"Don't worry Fallon, from the sounds of it, this is a tough group of Princesses. And I had a sword fight on the roof, so I'd like to think I'm not too bad myself." Corinne sooths,

"It sounds like we've all had quite a past, but we'll make it through this." Rosella adds, voice quiet like one talking to a wounded animal.

"Why cant my life be like my books? A dashing love interest, a peaceful life, happy family." She mutters, rocking, eyes shut tight and knuckles white where they squeeze around her knees.

"Your storys not finished yet, but we have to get out of here first, I don't recommend picking up love interests in the dungeon…" Anneliese says, injecting as much confidence into her voice as she can muster. "unless their wrongfully imprisoned seamstresses…" She adds under her breath, mostly to herself.

"You're not alone, we'll get through this together." Rapunzel says, her own confidence raising.

"Yeah, we have people looking for us, and we'll meet them halfway." Annika offers the girl a kind smile.

She looks up at everyone, eyes teary, before she nods,

"Alright."

…

"Almost got it… almost…"

"Someones coming!"

The two whispering girls are quick to move away from the lock, Corinne hiding her makeshift tool as Anneliese stands in the center of the cell. As a Queen, she should take charge, save the captives as best she can.

Shes not expecting to see Nick and Nack.

"You two were arrested, how did you escape?" She tries to hide how shaken she is by the knews, hands clasped together to hide how they shake.

"Well your majesty, we didnt need a ghost, just an Aunt with a plan." Nack says smugly.

"Yeah." Nick agrees with a dumb smile.

"And she came up with a plan."

Anneliese doesnt like where this is going, doesnt know who this Aunt is, or why she needed so many hostages.

"Then it sounds like this is between me and her, release everyone else and I'll talk to her."

"Okay!" Nick steps forward, but Nack smacks him over the head.

"You idiot." He says simply

"Sorry."

"She has other plans for you, and a few friends who arent so happy with the rest of you princesses. We're just here to make sure sure youre not dead. Yet."

They both laugh as they walk away, and Anneliese is beginning to see why they worked for Preminger.

"We better get out of here quick. I dont like the sound of any of that."

"If theyre out of jail, I wouldnt doubt others are too. We need to be careful." Corinne says grimly.

"Lets try the lock again, one step at a time."

…

"Im really not comfortable holding this." Fallon whispers, speaking of the small knife they'd found. They each hold a weapon of some kind, old weapons, but they'll have to do.

"Only use it if you have to." Corinne warns, the only one with real experience in weapons fighting.

"I miss my paintbrush." Rapunzel mutters, though no one knows why that matters now, nor do they have the time to ask.

"The exchange happens at dawn, don't fail this time."

The voice is familiar, and Anneliese hates it.

"Are you sure we can trust them?" Another asks, and Ro tenses up.

"You trusted rats dear."

"And they came through!"

"Keep going, quietly." Anne breathes, watching the door of the room they conspire in as the others cross the larger hallway.

Their in the ruins of an old castle, only a few places left standing- the dungeon and that room mostly in tact- so their hiding places were few. But it also made their exit easier, since many of the walls were already down. Anne stops Annika and Rapunzel from crossing as the door opens. She waves the others on, at the very least, if they escaped, rescue was more of an option. At least theyd be safe.

"Granger here is more than capable of wrangling those two anyway. Theres nothing to worry about." Madame Carp is wearing simplier clothes, though still bright, at the very least theyre functional. Arianas red hair is in a bun, wearing simular clothing to Carp in red. Pants, with a bumped knee length skirt, and blouses with puffy sleeves under corsets. They got smarter running clothes at least, while the girls had rid themselves of some of their layers and shortened the skirts a bit, the party outfits were nowhere near as functional as Corinnes pull away skirt.

Behind the two women, a tall severe looking man with a snarl pulling at his lips, tutts.

"Now now Granger, shes not questioning you, just their stupidity." Carp placates, patting his arm.

"Quite right. We just need this to go off without a hitch."

"I'm going to distract them, you go after the others." Anneliese murmers to her compainions.

"No way, we cant leave you!" Annika hisses back, eyes wide.

"I'll be fine, I've survived a kidnapping before. You girls need to go for safety, and help."

"This is a terrible plan." Rapunzel states, "you could get hurt.'

"Its just Granger now. I'll let him chase me to the dungeons, and trap him, then be right behind you guys." Anneliese assures, if anything theyd use her in the exchange tomorrow, they wouldnt kill her.

"If you die, I'll never forgive you." Annika warns.

"You'll see me again. In better circumstances, so our frienships can grow." She assures, peeping around the corner, "now run."

She waits for them to disappear, but Granger turns, having heard something, so its her turn. She turns, her skirt fanning out past the corner, and prepares to run. She hears his running steps, and takes off, Granger hot on her tail. The growl he releases sends shivers down her spine and fear gripping her heart. 'You'll see them again. Youllseethemagaintheyrewaitingforyou

you'llseethemagainjustkeepgoing.

His hand grips her upper arm in a bruising grip, flipping her around as he stops her momentum. His other hand reaches for her throat and she fight him, stomping on his foot with her heel and ripping her arm from his loosend grip. She starts to run again but he grasps at her hair, she flips around again, something squelches nauseatingly, and she stares with wide eyes as Granger looks down. In his gut, the hilt of the short sword she'd claimed, is buried. Her hand trembles where it grips the thing, watching as Granger falls back, the blade sliding out and making her stomach churn at the red that gushes forth. He stumbles into a crumbling wall, sliding down it and smearing blood, tears well in her eyes as she stares into his own.

Her palms feel clammy as she drops the blade, full body tremors making her unsteady, as sweat starts to seep into her gown, her breath stutters and each step is off balance and the hallway spins. Red, why is there so much red? Why…

"Hey, hey look at me, Anne look at me, we gotta go. Breathe with me, we gotta go." The voice is echoey, but familiar, she lets the pull on her hands lead her down the hallway. Red, there's red on her hands, and her dress, dots of it bleeding into the fabric, etching into the dry dirty lines of her skin. Why is it red? It's not Dominick's red, it's not rose red, it's… rusty red.

"It's gonna be okay, you're safe now, we all are, we're going home." Corinne… when did she get here? "Take her, we need to get out of here, talk to her, try to get her back to us."

"It's alright Anne, we're all safe."

"The exchange…" her own voice sounds foreign, uttered past her lips in slurred together gaspy sounds. Why can't she breathe?

"There won't be one, we're going home."

Home… home sounded nice, Erika will be so upset about the dress… but maybe they can all cuddle anyway… she's so cold…

"Don't worry Anne, you kept us safe. We'll do the same."

#whumptober2022 #no.20 #going into shock #fetal position #prisoner trade #Barbie #fic #kidnapping #stabbing #mentioned death #mentioned attempted murder #its not explicetly stated but theres some gay background ships #and polyamory #Anneliese angst #bamf anneliese #bamf Corinne #poor Fallon #girl power #barbie movies #angst #barbie cinematic universe

[wxtchpilot]

Suletta kill the rest of the earth house or Miorine dies

"Wh-What?! Why?!"

#ask #[ THAT'S A CHEAP/POOR ATTEMPT AT ANGST XDDD ]

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. tired of the continuous bullying you’re receiving from the other concubines, you finally decide to stand up for yourself. the tension dulls when lord sukuna breaks the fight up.

tags. true form!ryomen sukuna x concubine!reader. sfw - angst kinda, little suggestive. mentions of bullying. violence. fighting. vile language. reader gets referred to as a ‘bitch, slut, whore’ by the concubines. reader gets referred to as ‘brat, woman’ by sukuna. not beta read bcs im sleepy. @ohimsummer, thank you for the idea LOL

you’re tired. tired of being treated like less by the others in sukuna’s harem. they’re salty—jealous—because of the shameless favoritism sukuna shows. you’re his favorite, the one he can’t seem to get enough of.

that’s exactly why you’re on the floor right now. you’ve fallen to your knees after tripping over a concubine’s foot. you were passing by to go to your headquarters, though apparently such a mundane thing can’t happen in this place without some woman interfering in the worst way possible.

“oops,” the blonde one laughs as she sees you on the wooden floor. you’re covered in food and some. . . gooey beverage. you don’t know what it is, but it’s making everything feel uncomfortably sticky. your clothes, your fingers, your skin. it’s starting to itch.

“should’ve looked where you were going,” another girl chimes in. the brunette. she feigns pity and throws a handkerchief in your face, causing the other concubines to giggle. there are three of them in total. they always stick together to bully you.

the one with green eyes speaks up as well, “now now, don’t be so harsh to the poor slut! she’s got no brain to use after all.”

the other two laugh as you try your best to stay calm. you’re always telling yourself to be the bigger person in difficult situations. you’re clenching your hands into fists, your body basically trembling in anger. you want to swing. to show them that you’re worthy of respect.

“aww, she’s gonna cry,” the blonde one pouts—a mocking pout that gets on your nerves. the laughs sounding from the trio are like nails on a chalkboard. you want to make it stop. you’re tired of keeping it civil, when they have never tried doing the same.

your eyes land on the serving tray next to your hands. the one they emptied on your head ‘by accident’. you take a deep breath and try to remind yourself that it’s probably best to go wash up. they desperately want a reaction out of you and you refuse to give it to them.

despite it all, you’re mad. you’ve gone through enough of this. all because of sukuna’s favoritsm. all because you’re you.

they’re salty that they can never be you. you’ve seen their pathetic attempts to put you down yet simultaneously try and copy your entire existence. thinking that would somehow get them in your position as sukuna’s favorite.

you’re sick and tired of it. today’s the day you show them exactly that. you’re going to show those women that you can and will beat some sense into them.

“oy, dumb slut, answ—” the blonde is interupted before she could finish her sentence. a loud bang reverberates through the hallway and everyone falls silent.

she’s the one on the floor now instead of you. you’re up, the wooden tray in your hands, the one you just used to smack the life out of her. she’s whimpering and holding her red cheek. a nasty bruise is sure to form on her skin; deserved.

“i’ll answer you, alright,” you mumble under your breath. you’re panting as the adrenaline keeps pumping. you stand over her and lift up the serving platter in the air once more—bringing it down over and over against her head, which she’s trying to shield with her hands.

the other two concubines are frozen in pure shock. you’re not thinking anymore. you’re on autopilot. the woman’s yelps and screeches are music to your ears. “hah. you sound as ugly as you look,” you spit on her, watching the blood trickle down the corner of her mouth. you lift your arms up to bring the wooden platter down on her body again, but you’re stopped.

the green eyed concubine had moved first. she grabs your wrists with one hand and smacks you across the face with the other. “have you lost your mind?!” she yells and raises her hand to slap you again. the disrespect you’re showing clearly was not expected nor is it welcomed.

“don’t you fucking touch me,” you kiss your teeth. you’re glaring at her with pure hatred. you push and slap her right back. you’re sure the blonde won’t be up for a while now—she’s done for.

you don’t know if you went a bit overboard with it, considering she’s barely conscious anymore, but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

you’re surprised when the third concubine yanks your hair. “oh, you little bitch!” the brunette grabs a bunch of your hair with both hands and tugs at it to drag you down on the floor. you wince in pain but quickly pull at her own brown locks. you struggle to keep your balance and your scalp aches.

you hate it when women go for your hair when fighting, though luckily you know your way out of it. you take a deep breath and bring her head down, lifting your left leg up at the same time. her forehead comes crashing down on your knee and she loosens her grip on your hair.

“disgusting,” you huff and take the opportunity to push her fragile body aside, making her trip over the blonde girl on the floor. you can’t help but think that your current state is quite similar to a certain someone.

the violence. the seething anger. you’ve seen this scene way too many times before. you’ve learnt it from him.

your thoughts are interrupted by someone pulling the back of your hair, causing you to stumble backwards. “a whore like you needs to be taught some manners,” the green eyed concubine sniffs and keeps a tight grip on your hair. she delivers a few punches to your face, which you actually struggle to block for a second.

the force hitting your nose makes it bleed. that only angers you further. you gather some saliva in your mouth before spitting it out right in the girl’s eyes. you take your chance and grab her hair, smashing her head against the nearby fusuma. the thin plaster the sliding doors are made out of breaks, and she falls right through into the other room.

“i think you all need to be taught how to act,” you pant and wipe the blood dripping down your chin with the back of your hand. you walk through the opening you made in the frail door, kicking the concubine right in the face as revenge for the nosebleed she gave you.

you crouch down, your fingers tangling into her hair. you yank her head up and stare her right in the eyes. there’s an eerie, dark look in yours. “why can’t you just accept that you’re nothing but trash in your lord’s eyes?” you sneer. you are pitying them instead of the other way around, like how it usually would be.

and they despise it.

“you fucking—” “bitch? slut? whore?” you finish her sentence for her with an exasperated sigh. you’ve heard those insults a thousand times before. it’s nothing new. it’s always the same nasty and repetitive comments. you slap the concubine in front of you again for good measure before standing up, “you should come up with something new. it’s getting boring.”

you walk over to the other two, who are still recovering. you add to your last comment with a shrug, trying to hit them where it hurts, “your repetitiveness explains why lord sukuna rarely calls for you at night. i bet your severe lack of creativity shows even in bed.”

“you’re just a boring and hopeless bunch,” you’re out for blood. the blonde and brunette are looking up at you with fear and the sight excites you for some reason. they’re crawling away, trying to go find someone who would save them. the servants are nowhere to be found. nor is uraume, who usually stops the petty arguments.

they’re terrified by how you’re acting right now. they’re clearly seeing sukuna in you. in your eyes and the aura you’re emitting.

you’re mirroring him, his merciless personality and all included. he’s subconsciously taking over your mind and it’s terrifying them.

your steps are heavy as you walk towards the concubines. you don’t pay attention to the blood trickling down your chin, nor do you care about the ache in your scalp from the earlier hair pulling. all you care about is getting revenge for yourself.

you could complain to sukuna and have him punish them in your place, but that wouldn’t be enough. you’re going to make sure that they don’t try you again any time soon. you grab the blonde by her arm, lifting your fist to punch her—

“oi, brat.”

your eyes widen and you snap out of your mad daze. sukuna’s voice shakes the floors with how loud it is. you whip your head to the side and see his tall figure standing at the end of the hallway—uraume being right behind him. it looks like they were the one that rushed to inform sukuna of the ruckus.

you drop the other concubine and look at the mess. the broken fusuma. the blood splatter on the wooden flooring. your disheveled hair and clothes. your bleeding nose. the crimson stained plate and spilt food that got everywhere.

it’s a complete mess.

sukuna doesn’t utter a word. he just glares right at you. you’re not sure if it’s because of your irresponsible behaviour or the mess you created. or both. he marches over to you and grabs you by the back of your collar with one big hand.

“m-my lord,” you whimper, nearly choking as you’re held up in the air like you weigh nothing, like one would do to a cat’s nape. one of sukuna’s hands keeps you up whilst the others hang limply by his side. his red eyes scan your body, moving up and then back down.

you don’t know what to say. you surely have overstepped a boundary - or multiple - with what you’ve done today. you’ve disturbed the peace in the estate and have caused damage to sukuna’s property. both to his women and the interior of his palace.

you cough up a bit of blood that was stuck in the back of your throat. you’re uncertain of how you should explain yourself. “i’m sorry, my lord. i didn’t know what came over me,” you apologise and look down at the floor below your feet. you’re too embarrassed to look the king of curses in the eyes.

sukuna stays silent. it’s nerve wracking since you have no idea what he’ll do in response to your outburst. his facial expression is blank, so you aren’t able to guess what’s going on in his head. it’s a complete mystery.

however, the tall man is secretly more amused than anything. what you’ve just done, is one of the most interesting things he has seen a human do. sukuna witnessed everything from the beginning to the end and thoroughly enjoyed it. from the way you used that serving plate as a weapon to the way you managed to get out of those concubines’ grasps each time.

it’s strange to sukuna; he felt something when he saw you in action like that.

pride? perhaps that’s it. sukuna can’t pinpoint the exact emotion, though if he were to describe it, the closest word would be indeed pride. he is proud to have discovered and witnessed that untamed side of yours. you’re always full of pleasant surprises that keep even a dangerous curse like him on his toes.

it’s why he will never get bored of you. he wishes to unleash your full potential one day.

sukuna finally breaks the silence with an amused snicker. one of his hands move to wipe the blood from your nose. you cringe when he slowly licks the red liquid from his fingers afterwards—clearly ravishing the metallic taste.

“y’ finally did something, huh?” sukuna grins wickedly. he knows of the harassment you’ve been going through and he couldn’t wait to see you snap like this one day.

it’s sickening that he allows the bullying to continue just for the sake of creating drama, but it’s also worth it to him, since he’s got to unlock a side of you he knew you had buried deep inside. sukuna is a selfish bastard. you know that much, yet you like it when he looks at you with a prideful gaze and grin.

it’s so obvious that sukuna took pleasure in what he’s witnessed. he couldn’t believe how much you actually resembled him in a way.

if he were to be honest: it turned him on like crazy. seeing how you fought back against those women and how nearly deranged you became. the degrading words you spewed. . . sukuna cannot get enough of it. if it were up to him, he’d have let you continue. but for your own sake, he decided against it.

as much as he loves that untamed side of yours, sukuna knew that he couldn’t let you go too far. not because he wants to defend those other women, but because he still needs you to stay sane. going down that path of violence surely will do you more damage than good.

he’ll fully corrupt you - your body and mind - one day. just not today.

sukuna lets you back on your feet after you nearly fail to breathe. he cocks his head to the side, still having a menacing smirk on his face. he roughly pinches your cheek, “it was entertaining, i’ll give you that, woman.”

you wince as sukuna pinches the exact cheek you had a bruise on. he’s never done so before, therefore you don’t have a clue about the meaning behind that gesture. though the compliment told you that he was pleased by the ruckus more than he was annoyed by it.

sukuna still hasn’t bat an eye to the other concubines. they are waiting for their lord to punish you for hurting them, but it all seems to be in vain. they know better than to speak up about that to him. they’re easily replaceable. they know that by now. it’s as clear as day.

you’ve drilled that into their head today.

the king of curses pushes your small body towards uraume and you nearly bump against their chest with how easily he moved you around. uraume catches you in time and helps you stand straight, awaiting their master’s orders.

sukuna checks you out one more time in that disheveled state, before you go back to your formal and reserved self. his interest in you has been piqued by today’s events and he wonders when he can experience that side of yours again. he nods at uraume, “make sure she’s properly taken care of.”

uraume doesn’t waste a single second after being given an order. “understood,” they reply curtly and keep you steady so you could walk with them towards the physician’s quarters.

you look up at sukuna, trying to catch a glimpse of him before you’re taken away. he’s staring right back at you, the corners of his lips twitching into another subtle grin. he’s surprisingly pleased and content with your actions.

however it’s also not so surprising, considering that he loves it when you show any hint of resistance or stubbornness. whether it’d be to him or to his concubines.

sukuna’s facial expression turns cold the moment you’re gone and he’s left with the mess. “she took the words right out of my mouth,” he stares down at the three women on the floor who’re still unable to stand. he’s not helping them up—that’s their own problem, “y’re a pathetic bunch.”

the concubines flinch as they hear the inevitable from their own lord. hearing it from you was frustrating, but hearing it directly from the man that’s taken them in is heartbreaking. they don’t dare look up at him in such pitiful states.

“all three of you,” sukuna addresses them sharply. his arms cross over his chest, a ruthless tone to his voice. the concubines tremble in his presence, though it’s partially still because of the fear you’ve implemented in their systems.

he would’ve killed them off right then and there, though you’ve done enough damage to them both physically and mentally for now.

sukuna however, still couldn’t care less about their wellbeing. their wounds and bruises are something they’ll need to fix on their own.

he points at the floor and broken door with his head before turning around to leave the miserable trio. sukuna leaves them with an order that’s usually left to the servants;

“clean up the damn mess you caused. it better be taken care of before i return. ‘nd i don’t wanna hear a single squeak from any of you about this.”

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk angst #sukuna angst #bye this is also a crack fic to me

[champagnefountains]

LUCIFER MAGNE - H.H.

CHAPTER II - Prompt: Lucifer continuing to wear his wedding ring despite being in a relationship with you.

Previous chapter: [x] Word Count: 3.4k+ words (unedited). Genre/other tags: Angst with some fluff. Jealousy. Fem pronouns used. Warnings: Swearing. Self-deprecation. Manipulation (on Alastor's part).

It had been nearly over a week since you and Lucifer last talked – it had also been a week since Lucifer was last seen around in the hotel. Angel, being the gossiper he was, relayed everything that had transpired between you two to the others the following day. Seeing the sensitive and sad shell of a person you were left in, everyone remained cautious and had started walking on eggshells around you. Of course, you were quick to pick up on that, as embarrassing as it all was (minus Alastor, who continued on with his usual theatrics and mischief). 

Charlie in particular was the most concerned out of them all, since this was her dad we were talking about. She knew with certainty that he was confining himself in the castle to distract himself from what happened – likely something involving his rubber-ducky obsession – instead of facing the problem head on. It was his pride that sometimes got in the way of his better judgement.

Not only that, but Charlie clearly saw the massive toll it took on you. If you weren’t distracting yourself with work or doing something related to the hotel, you would lock yourself away in your room, only coming out to quickly grab a bite to eat from the kitchen. Charlie even made efforts to strike many conversations with you from time to time, but was either excused or was only given one-worded responses. She knew not to take your dismissive behaviour to heart, but she couldn’t help but fret over you.  

So it came as an absolute surprise when out of nowhere, Charlie received a call from her father. She messily scrambled for her phone on her desk, fumbling and nearly dropping it in the process before violently tapping on the small screen. “H-Hello?! Dad, hey!” She answers a bit too enthusiastically while nervously combing her hair with a free hand. “Uh, hey Charlie!” Lucifer stiffly greets from the other line, “I just…um, thought I’d give a call to, uh, see how everyone’s going at the hotel!” The Princess noted how much hoarser his voice was than usual, but decided not to comment on it aloud. 

“Well, y’know how it is! It’s been busy and lively as always–everyone’s been working really hard and all,” she answers vaguely, nervously chuckling. “Err, yeah! Right. That’s a–that’s a relief to hear. Yep,” he hums. There was a brief, awkward pause that ensued soon after, the both of them not knowing what to say next. The whole exchange was becoming increasingly painful that Charlie resisted the urge to pull her hair. She then clears her throat. “H-How about you, dad? What’ve you been up to? You’ve been gone for a couple or so days,” Charlie finally musters, “are…are you doing alright?” 

“Me? Oh yeah, psh! I just got, erm…a lot of things going on at the moment. It’s not so easy being the big boss of hell after all! Got a lot of important things to do! Plus, I’ve got heaps of paperwork to do for the hotel. You should know how tedious that is,” He says, adding an exaggerated groan. 

The princess furrows her brows. “Oh, that’s…strange. ’Cause I could’ve sworn you left all the papers here…y’know, the ones you told me to revise over?” Charlie replies, side-eyeing the said documents stacked neatly on her desk. A startled yelp escapes his throat. “O-Oh...did I?” He stammers.

Charlie couldn’t help but wince at the evident panic that began to set in as she listened to her father make incomprehensible noises from the other line. It was a poor attempt in reasoning, which ultimately became useless in the end. Lucifer let out a long sigh, caught red-handed. “Oh, who the hell am I kidding? You guys probably already know what happened–which by the way, Charlie, you shouldn’t be lying to me about!” He pointedly remarks. 

“I-I’m sorry, dad! It’s just…I’m really worried about you,” she reasons, before shortly adding, “...The both of you.” 

There was a small pause. “...How is she, by the way?” He then asks quietly. Charlie nervously tugs her bottom lip with her fangs. “Well, she’s keeping herself busy. Constantly, as a matter of fact. And I know she’s trying hard to convince us all that she’s holding up okay, but…she doesn’t look too good, dad. She seems really upset.”

A shaky exhale sounded from his end. “I…I really am hopeless, aren’t I?” He mumbles defeatedly. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could picture him burying his face in his hands. The image caused Charlie’s eyes to soften. “Dad, no. It’s not too late. You still have a chance to make things right,” Charlie gently encourages through the speaker, “you just need to talk to each other–”

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, a bright, blazing portal manifests from thin air – from it, emerges Lucifer himself who appeared extremely dishevelled, effectively catching Charlie off guard. 

“But, hun, y-you don’t understand! I messed up big time!” He exclaims, tugging on his unkempt hair as he aimlessly paced around her office. “I-I mean, look at me! I’m a fucking mess and a coward! Why would she ever think to take me back after what I did!?” He chuckles humourlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “I-It’s like no matter how many times I try to redeem and convince myself that everything’s finally going right in my life, I just continue to fuck myself over and over again. And it’s just– ugh! It’s pathetic! I’m fucking pathetic!” 

Charlie’s chest tightened considerably as she watched her father self-destruct before her. Strands of his golden hair were sticking out here and there, his dress-shirt tousled, and his eyes were glossed over and red, from both a lack of sleep and crying. He looked utterly devastated. Chucking her phone away, she immediately sped towards and enveloped Lucifer in her arms, who immediately broke down into heavy sobs. Seeing him like this brought tears to her own eyes, but she firmly told herself to be the stronger person in this situation, for his sake. 

“Hey, hey. Dad, listen to me, okay? Everyone deserves a second chance. You of all people should know–you were the one who taught me that, remember?” Charlie rubbed his back soothingly, trying to ease the jumpiness of his shoulders. “And that also applies to you. I…I know you’ve been through a lot, especially with mum…” She couldn’t help the way her frown deepened as she spoke, “...and I miss her too. I miss her a lot. But…I think it’s finally time for you to move on. It’s been years, dad. You deserve to be happy and you’re allowed to be in love again.” 

“[Name]’s an amazing person, and there’s no doubt about that. She’s proved that more than many times already. I’m certain that once things ease over and you guys finally talk things through, everything will turn out okay; she’s very understanding and kind like that. You’ll both be okay.” Charlie gently pulls Lucifer away and with the sleeve of her blazer, she wipes his damp, reddened cheeks. “I know for a fact that she loves and cares about you deeply – we can all see it as clear as day. You…you love her too, don’t you, dad?” 

For a brief moment’s contemplation, Lucifer suddenly recalled the times you spent together, from your initial meeting to now. He had always thought you were a strong and independent soul, with the way you carried yourself. You just had something about you that naturally drew in those around you, including himself. When Lucifer got to know you in a deeper level, he was enthralled by how kind and understanding you were – you were always there to listen to his many tales and endless nonsense; you would always seem genuinely interested in his rubber-duck-esque inventions, offering some input and critiquing his creations; and you would always be so, so supportive of all his plans and ideas, no matter how extraordinary they all seemed.

If he hadn't known any better, Lucifer would've thought you were an actual angel. You were the saviour that wore off the darkness in troubling times, and the one who pulled him out of the void that Lilith had left him in. That and more, as you continuously gave him a real reason to remain hopeful. You were proof personified, that he was able to open his heart once more, and to love again.

“I-I do, I really do,” Lucifer affirms in a heartbeat. Charlie smiles warmly, relieved by his answer, “then that’s all you need to say.” At that moment, Lucifer's chest swelled in overwhelming pride for his daughter, knowing that despite not being as present in her life until recently, she grew up to be the good and strong-willed person he had hoped for.

“O-Oh, jeez. Since when did you grow up so big? I should be the one comforting you,” He tearfully jokes, sniffling whilst returning her smile, “but thank you, Charlie. Really. I’m…I-I really am grateful to call you my daughter.” The two royalties then shared a heart-felt moment and a bone-crushing hug, with the King's heart being filled with a new-found determination. Because, just as he always says: The show must go on. 

Earlier on:

On the other side of the building, you were drowning yourself in your own self-despair as you overlooked the balcony by the front entrance of the hotel. Your eyes lazily scanned the new hotel patrons below, who were engaging in some trust exercises led by Vaggie, who came in to cover you just moments ago. Every once in a while, you couldn’t help but glance at your phone, silently hoping to receive some sort of notification from Lucifer, or even an inkling of his whereabouts. But you received nothing, which only fuelled your growing anxiety.

You felt awful leaving the way you did that night, especially after dumping so much onto Lucifer. You felt like you were being completely selfish, and had cornered him into making a big decision. And because of that, your relationship was on the line. You let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing angrily at your face.

Little did you know however, that you had some company lurking nearby, watching you in silent amusement. 

“Now, don’t you look as miserable as ever?” Alastor mockingly chimes in, stepping out from the shadows to make his presence known and joins you by the balcony. You roll your eyes at the deer-demon before turning your head the other direction. “Yeah, and what about it?” You scoff, leaning in to rest your arms against the rails, “Can’t you go bother someone else, Alastor? I’m certainly not in the mood right now.”  

“Why, I wouldn’t be a good hotelier if I left a dear co-worker of mine so down in the slumps!” To your dismay, Alastor reappears in front of you, obstructing your field of view, "And might I add, it's not healthy for you to be all cooped up in your room all the time – stay there any longer, and it can do silly, little things to your head!" He emphasises his point as he spins a finger in a circular motion by his temple. You shot him an irritated look, slowly growing fed up by his prodding. 

"Listen, I don't need you telling me what I should and shouldn't do. I’m more than capable of deciding that on my own,” you growl, straightening up to cross your arms firmly against your chest. “Hm...no, I don’t think so!” Alastor hums, shaking his head disapprovingly, “The unfortunate affair that took place in your courtship with the King has left you in such a vulnerable, and problematic state. And I’m sure you’ve taken note of how everyone’s been acting around you – constantly walking on their tiptoes in fear of setting you off on a hissy-fit. You’ve caused them to worry a lot about you, dear. Poor ol’ Charlie, especially.” 

You open your mouth to retort back, but nothing came out. A strong pang of guilt struck you as his words began to sink in. Seeing this, Alastor’s grin widened a faction as he stepped forward and levelled himself with you, now facing you eye-to-eye. “And as the executive producer of this fine establishment, might I critique that your behaviour is affecting our team’s morale and performance…and we mustn’t have that now, should we? Especially not since we’ve all been more preoccupied recently with our guests!” He…had a fair point, as much as you didn’t want to admit it.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t…know…” Your voice began to trail off, shoulders slumping in realisation of how selfish and contemptuous you’ve been acting this whole week. You recalled the fretful expressions of your friends and your dismissive attitude towards them. “I-I didn’t mean to make everyone worry…” you quietly say. Alastor’s words only made you feel immensely worse about the whole situation, leaving you sniffling on the spot. 

“Now, now. As long as you realise your mistakes, then you shall be forgiven,” he coos, softly patting the tuft of your head. At that, you couldn’t help but send a doubtful glance his way. “W-wait a minute…why do you care all of a sudden? What exactly are you playing at?” You suspiciously question as you rub at your eyes. 

“Oh, how you wound me, dear! Why must you always question any act of kindness I display? Is it really that hard to believe?” He adverts, evidently feigning hurt. You deadpan. “Yes, it is,” you reply almost instantly. Alastor chortles at your bluntness, “Haha! You’re quite a work of art, aren't you, dear? Now, let’s go out for a walk, shall we?” 

Before you could’ve processed what he had said, Alastor had already spun you around, pulling you with him as you both headed down a flight of stairs. “Wha–Alastor, where are we–where the heck are you taking me?” You asked, trying to keep up with his long strides so as to not trip down the stairs. “Hm? Did I not already specify? It looks like your brooding has impacted your hearing, dear. That’s a shame,” he slyly comments, now dragging you towards the entrance, “We’re both going for a walk around town, it’ll help clear that cloudy head of yours!” 

“Hold on-Stop! Just what makes you think I’d agree to go out with you?” You shoot back, retracting your arm from his hold and stopping metres behind him. Alastor sharply turns around and pulls out a wrinkled, yellow piece of paper out of thin air. Your eyes dart towards the sheet, seeing a familiar hand-writing across the page. 

“Why, I just knew you were going to question me – you're so predictable. But might I add, we’re not going out without purpose! No, no! Our lovely Charlie has composed a list and requested we fetch a couple items in town!” Stepping forward, you swiftly snatched the paper from his clawed hand and briefly scanned the list, noting that it largely consisted of decorations and party items. “She wanted to organise a heart-warming celebration for the wayward souls here who have accomplished some milestones on their journey to redemption! An anniversary ceremony of sorts, if you will,” Alastor explains, lightly patting the non-existing dust off of his suit.

“But couldn’t you just…I don’t know, teleport the things here?” You blatantly ask, raising a brow at him. You knew he was more than capable of doing such minuscule tasks within a span of seconds. “And waste such a beautiful day outside? Now, why would I even consider doing that?” Alastor states matter-of-factly, “And like I said, the short trip will help clear your troubled mind! Consider it a gesture of compassion from yours truly.” 

There was clearly something off about all this but you couldn’t see any reason for an ulterior motive. It was just…simply a manager looking out for the well-being of his work-colleagues, as uncharacteristic and off-putting as it sounded out loud. Already exhausted, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to question his actions any further.

“You’re really not going to take ‘no’ for an answer, are you?” You ask. Seeing the way Alastor’s grin widened had you sighing in defeat. “Shall we then?” Alastor questions, offering an arm out to you. Rolling your eyes, you loop one of your arms through and follow him out the hotel. ‘A small walk wouldn’t hurt…’ you think to yourself as the doors shut behind you. 

Currently:

Lucifer tiredly dragged himself to his designated room in the hotel, to rest for a while and take a much needed bath as per Charlie’s advice. He gave himself a lengthy pep-talk in front of the mirror as he brushed his teeth, deciding to approach you tonight to finally talk and clear things out. Yes, he was absolutely terrified about the possibility of things going south during the confrontation, but he didn’t think he could handle another second being without you. And he needed to make that loud and clear. 

After putting on an outfit and neatly slicking his hair back, Lucifer looked at his reflection once more in the bedside mirror, inspecting himself up and down to flatten any remaining creases of his clothing. But it wasn't until his gaze landed on his left hand that he tensed up. Peering down, he brought his hand into view to inspect the very wedding band that caused it all. With a shaky sigh, Lucifer slowly pulled the ring off of his finger. He took a moment to examine it, eyes filled with sentiment before kneeling down to open his bedside drawer, where its designated ring-box sat. The moment he encased the ring in its box and locked it away in his drawer, it felt like a breath of fresh air. To his own surprise, Lucifer found himself tearfully laughing – he felt...genuinely happy. Proud, even. It was at this very moment that he felt like he was finally ready to move forward.

After patting the stray tears away from his face, Lucifer slowly made his way down to the front lobby. There, Charlie and Vaggie were talking amongst themselves by the lounge area, whilst Angel and Cherri chuckled away by the bar, with Husk tending to their beverages. The King didn’t give an inkling of care as to where Alastor had gone, and he was certain that Nifty was hiding somewhere in the small crevices of the hotel, cleaning away. All in all, there was no sight of you whatsoever, visibly disappointing him. 

Seeing his approaching form, Charlie waved his father over towards them. “Hey, dad. Are you feeling a bit better now?” She asks with a comforting smile. “Yeah, totally. Thanks, dear,” he says, patting her shoulder affectionately before turning his attention towards her partner. “Hey! How’s it going, Maggie? I’ve heard you’ve been working real hard lately, huh? Good on yah!” He commends, playfully nudging the said demon. “Oh, um…it’s–it’s Vaggie, sir. And uh, thanks,” she nervously chuckles, rubbing her arm. “Mhm, yeah…that’s–that’s great,” Lucifer distractedly hums, all the while scanning around the room. Noticing this, Vaggie shared a worried look with Charlie. 

“Erm, dad, she’s not here at the moment if that’s what you’re wondering,” Charlie starts, alerting her father. “Oh? Well, is she up in one of the guest rooms?” Lucifer asked, gesturing upstairs with a thumb. To his confusion, Charlie appeared somewhat nervous, her hands fidgeting with her suit. “Uh, no, she’s actually not in the hotel at the moment,” Vaggie steps in, “she’s been out doing a couple of errands for us.” Lucifer raised a brow at the slight edginess in her tone, eyes darting back and forth between the two girls. “...Um, alright. What the heck is going on right now?" He asks, pointing an accusatory finger at them both, "You guys are acting sketchy as fuck. Are you...are you guys hiding something from me?" He narrows his eyes. Charlie sucks in a breath, brows pinching together, “Well...dad, t-the thing is–” 

“She’s out with Smiles right now!” Angel suddenly intervened, calling out from the other side of the room, and causing Charlie to cower and duck behind Vaggie. Lucifer felt his shoulders grow rigid. “She’s…what now?” He dangerously asks, glaring at the arachnid. Before Lucifer trudged towards the direction of the bar, the front doors of the hotel abruptly flew open. He felt the vein in his neck nearly burst at the sound of your laughter interlacing itself with that god-awful, irritating radio feedback. What a wild coincidence.

As Lucifer turned around, his eyes nearly flew out of his head as he saw how close you were with Alastor, arms basically locked together. The radio-demon was quick to meet eyes with the King, and out of spite, Alastor flashed him the biggest shit-eating grin he's ever seen.

“Oh, fuck no!”

Chapter III - Finale [x]

Thank you for reading!

#lucifer magne x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar

[actiniumwrites]

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

synopsis: wriothesley finds out you have a crush on someone and somehow manages to guess it’s on literally everyone but himself

characters: wriothesley x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: fluff, a tiny pinch of angst and insecurity, my poor attempt at humor, slight miscommunication, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, swearing, first time writing for wriothesley so he might be ooc

notes: i almost made this angst to fluff but then decided i need to stop adding angst into literally everything i write (even though there’s like a tiny pinch of angst in here too 🙄). anyway, wriothesley is a lot harder to write than i thought he would be so i apologize if he seems ooc here

“Heard you gotta crush on someone,” Wriothesley teases as he walks into his office where you sit on one of his couches. You don’t even hear him walk in, too engaged in the book you were reading to pass time until you had to go through hundreds of inmate records to find something Neuvillette had requested.

His declaration is so sudden it almost makes you spit out the tea you had stolen from him.

Your eyes go wide as you stare at where he moves to lean against the front of his desk, arms crossed and waiting for an answer with that stupid smirk of his, “Hey now, that tea is expensive, so don’t go wasting it, okay?”

“Who told you about that?” you press for answers, a hint of anger in your voice as you ignore his previous statement about the tea. He had plenty to spare anyway.

Wriothesley’s smirk widens a bit, “So it is true.”

Damn him.

You don’t even bother trying to make an excuse, knowing your best friend all too well. He’d pick apart your words like weeds in a garden, finding meaning in them that you hadn’t even intended.

“And what if it is true?” you cross your arms defensively, glaring at him from across the room.

“At least tell me who it is,” he says as he rests his palms on the wooden desk behind him. When you don’t give in to his pleading, he playfully scoffs, “Oh c’mon, I’m your best friend! It’s kinda an obligation for you to tell me these things.”

You turn away, fixating your gaze on a nearby wall adorned with some weird painting he had hung awhile back, “Oh yeah? Since when? Last I checked there aren’t any rule books for being friends with someone. I don’t have to tell you a damn thing.”

“It’s Neuvillette, isn’t it?” he smiles knowingly. Perhaps that was why you were always the one receiving tasks from the Chief Justice instead of him — a guess at best, but enough evidence to convince him Neuvillette was the one.

No, you idiot. It’s you.

You snap your head back toward him, “What? No! I don’t like Neuvillette…not like that, at least. He’s nice and all, but I don’t think I’d be able to date the guy.”

“Damn, I really thought I had that one,” Wriothesley mumbles in defeat, pushing himself off the desk and instead moving to walk around the room as he thinks. It scares you. The fact that he’s so particular with facts and little details that it’s only a matter of time before he collects all the pieces to the puzzle and figures out he’s the one you like. What would he say when that happens? “Too nice, huh? So you like someone a little colder, then.”

Damn it, he got you again!

You don’t answer him.

“Not even going to try to deny it?”

“No,” you grumble to yourself, slumping further into the couch, “you’re only going to dig further anyway.”

He gives a satisfied hum, “Right, so it’s Clorinde then. I mean c’mon, we don’t get a lot of visitors, so it has to be her. She fits the description too.”

You exhaustedly sigh and swipe a hand over your face dramatically, done with his antics, “It’s not her either. And there is no ‘description.’”

He perks up in a way that makes you way too uncomfortable, “Navia?”

“No, I’ve never even met her aside from like one time two years ago,” you refute, sliding further down on the couch to fully lie down and shut your eyes, “I don’t get why you’re so excited over this.”

Wriothesley thinks for a moment before squinting his eyes, “Don’t tell me you have a crush on a prisoner?”

You teasingly peek an eye open while leaning back to look at him, “And if I did?”

“You better not,” he warns, pointing a stern finger at you like you were a prisoner and not his coworker.

You laugh to yourself at his sudden change of mood, “Relax, I was only joking!”

“Not funny,” he says unamused, prepared to pull out the prison’s rule book and slap it over your head if you did, “I’m really runnin’ out of people here.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say sarcastically, resisting the urge to roll your eyes, “thousands of people live in Fontaine. You’ll figure it out eventually.”

You really hope he doesn’t.

The following ten minutes consist of Wriothesley irritatingly pacing around the room and mumbling all sorts of names to himself. Some of which you recognized, others you had never even heard of before. And, despite all of your countless no’s to his guesses, he never gives up. Nor does he realize the answer is right in front of him.

“Just give it up already,” you finally interrupt as he stops in front of you.

A heavy sigh falls from Wriothesley’s lips as he collapses onto the couch, narrowly missing where your legs were outstretched. Defeatedly, he lays his head against the back of the sofa, shutting his eyes as he thinks a little harder. “Oh my god,” he says suddenly, head shooting up to look at you, “…don’t tell me.”

No way. Did he figure it out?

Your breath captures in your throat as his eyes flicker back and forth between your own, searching for some sort of truth. He knows. Your best friend knows that you have feelings for him — and not just the platonic kind.

His brows furrow and his face morphs into one of disgust. It makes your heart drop; the way he’s looking at you.

He doesn’t feel the same way.

“I can’t believe it,” he clicks his tongue in disgust, crossing his arms and turning his attention away from you, “you like Furina.”

Your jaw drops to the floor and suddenly you don’t feel bad anymore, “I actually can’t believe you just said that. Archons, I think you need to visit Sigewinne. I mean, seriously! Furina? Of all people!”

He grins and shrugs carelessly, “I don’t know? She was the last person I could think of.”

“Something is seriously wrong with you.”

“Clearly not so wrong that I couldn’t figure out that the person you actually like is me.”

“Oh please, I don’t even—wait, what? You knew?!”

A boisterous laugh erupts suddenly as you stare at him with wide eyes. You sit up on the couch quickly, slapping his shoulder as he continues to laugh, “Sorry, sorry!”

You don’t find it amusing, “I—when did you figure it out?”

His laugh eventually subsides into a drawn out sigh and his blue eyes soften a bit as they gaze into your own, “I’m not an idiot, you know? I wouldn’t be running this place if I was.”

“Right,” you mumble awkwardly, averting your gaze from his, “so, um, were you just doing all that to lighten the mood so you could let me down easily or…?”

“Or…what?” Wriothesley mocks you, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

You roll your eyes with a scoff, “don’t make me say it.”

He spares you, luckily. It’s unlike him, but he doesn’t care to joke with you any longer when the subject is so serious, “Yes, I feel the same way. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“No, I totally wanted to hear you say you hate me and want me dead,” you say sarcastically, trying to fight a smile.

“I’m being serious, I really do like you,” Wriothesley presses, ignoring the way you’re becoming awkward from the nervousness floating in the air.

You finally exhale the breath you had been guarding in your chest, relieved that this didn’t go as horribly as you once thought it would.

The alarm sounding for dinner goes off after and you both stand from your places on the couch, “So what do we do now that that’s out of the way?”

Wriothesley falls into step next to you, holding the doors to his office open to let you out first, “We have our first date in the cafeteria, of course.”

Your face drops and you stop in your tracks to glare at him, “That better be a joke.”

He laughs it off quickly, not thinking you’d take it so seriously. Eagerly, he grabs your hand tightly in his as he pulls you to the exit of the Fortress, “Relax, I’m just teasing you! You deserve only the best, after all.”

“You are so annoying.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x y/n

[here-lies-they-ran-outta-luck]

Prettiest Witch at Hogwarts (Theodore Nott x fem!reader)

Warnings: small italian!thoe, friends to lovers, comfort, angst, cussing, flirting, bad writing

a/n- this was not a request, but I did have a really good time writing it! I love this fic so much for no reason

word count- 847

“You, my dear, are the prettiest girl I have ever met,” Pansy said, dropping her voice an octave, reenacting what a boy had done to you today in an attempt to woo you. Her hand brushing your cheek the same way the boy had attempted to do makes you burst out in a loud laughter, causing the rest of the group to follow along.

“The poor bloke! Did he seriously think that would work?” Mattheo cackles, wiping a tear from his eye.

“I swear, I can never get a break! You four are the only boys that don’t chase after me!” You sigh, leaning back into the cushion of the couch, unbeknownst to you Pansy sends Theo a small smirk with raised eyebrows. Pansy was the only person that knew about your mild crush on Theodore Nott, your best friend. Pansy and Mattheo both knew that Theo has been in love with you for years. To everyone though, it was obvious that the lingering glances meant more than friends to the both of you.

The group decided to spend the rest of the night making fun of all of the boys that have tried to get with you since your growth spurt in 4th year.

“You’re gonna let me take you out to Hogsmeade, right?” Adriand Pucy, a boy you have rejected over and over since day one, asks you, leaning up against the exit of the Slytherin common room.

“Haven’t I told you no already today?” You reply, stopping and looking up at him with disgust present on your face.

“I know you don’t have a date, so why don’t you just give me a chance, let me take you out,” The boy says, pushing off of the wall in what was supposed to look attractive, ultimately failing in the end though.

“Who told you she doesn’t have a date? Come on bella, lets go,” Theo says, slinging his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him, engulfing you in the smell of his expensive-smelling cologne.

“Out of all the boys she could choose you really think she’d pick you? You wouldn’t even be on her top ten,” Pucy says, glaring at the taller boy.

“Merlin Pucy, have some self respect! If you ever thought you had a chance with me you certainly have less of one than before,” you say, giving him the dirtiest look you could possibly muster, and pulling Theo away from him and towards your dorm.

You knew Theo almost better than you knew yourself. Even though Theo was the most handsome boy in the school and had his fair share of women, you knew that the mean words Pucy had said would get to him atelast a little bit. He was a Slytherin, but deep down he was still the sensitive boy you’d known for years.

“Are you alright, Theo?” You ask, sitting on your bed and scooting over so he could have room.

“I should be the one asking you that,” He replied with a sad smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You know that Pucy is just an asshole right? You would definitely be in at least my top 3,” You say after a couple of seconds, attempting to lighten the mood and make him feel better. 

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” He says, looking at you with his sad blue eyes.

“Theo, I’m not lying,” You answer, scooting towards him to show your sincereness.

“Did one of them tell you?” He says, hurt filling his eyes and his body language rigid.

“Did who tell me what?” You ask, putting a hand on his back to comfort him, his posture relaxing a little.

Theo looks up at you, his eyes softening a little, “You’re so amazing,” He says softly after a couple of seconds of looking at you.

“Oh come on Theo,” You say, blushing slightly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“It’s true. You’re so beautiful,” He says, putting some hair behind your ear, and giving you a smile, showing you his beautifully crooked teeth.

“And you are a flirt. To think you’d never chase after me,” You say, giving him the same smile.

“Would I- um, would I really be in the top three guys?” He asks, looking at you with a serious expression.

“I would date you before I even gave another guy even a look,” You reply, giving him a soft look.

“Are you sure about that though? You know I’m kind of a mess up,” He says, looking away from you.

“It means more to me that you think that I’m amazing and beautiful. I don’t think I would even be able to explain to you how it makes me feel when you call me by your stupid Italian nicknames,” You reply, waiting for an answer. You don’t wait long and you don’t get a verbal response. Theo pulls you in and gives you a soft kiss on your lips. It’s not how he kisses girls at parties, it’s soft and full of love and adoration.

#slytherin boys #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott #theo nott #lorenzo zurzolo

[all4yoi]

was it just a game to you?

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw. hyung line , 2nd pov , ︎ poor attempt on angst , lowercase intended , hand holding ( not w u! xd ) , karina mentioned on heeseung's & wonyoung on sunghoon's , not proofread ! part two here !

catching them holding hands with another girl after they accepted your confession 

confessing to them was already on your monthly bucket list, but them accepting it and liking you back certainly wasn't. feeling ecstatic, you walk towards your university's glass doors only to find him holding hands with a female that certainly isn't you.

★ LEE HEESEUNG

eyes trained on their hands clutched tightly on to one another, you watch silently as the girl smiled up at him shyly, tucking a strand of her hair with her empty hand.

doubt began overtaking you. right, who would choose someone like you over someone like karina? she was everything you weren't. perfect face, perfect body, she's kind, and absolutely beautiful. if you were heeseung, you would choose her too.

you flinched as you made eye contact with the girl holding hands with someone who should be yours. she sent you a smile, a genuine one. not mocking, nor insulting. she didn't have any idea about the conversation last night you shared with the man she's holding hands with.

she didn't know about how he smiled at you brightly, didn't know about the hug you two shared, and absolutely didn't know about how he said he liked you too. so how could you hate and blame her?

before you could even send a smile back at her, heeseung turned around and instantly took his hand back when his gaze landed on your stiff body.

instead of making a scene, you showed them the best smile you could muster despite the quiver on your lips before quickly walking away towards your first class.

heeseung panicked, turning to karina.

"you're a great friend karina, but i don't feel the same. i'm sorry."

with that, he ran after you hoping you would hear him out and let him explain.

other members utc!

★ PARK JONGSEONG

you felt your mood instantly drop. yesterday he promised he would prove to you how much he liked you back too, now he's holding hands with a pretty girl.

your eyes quickly met his and the way he quickly took his hand back from the girl made you even more upset. you watched as the female said something incoherent to him before he approached you hastily.

he stood infront of you, worry written all over his face. your frowned deepened, betrayal making your chess heavy.

"it's not what it looked like, i promise." jay whispered that only you could hear. he didn't want you doubting his feelings for you, he was merely helping the girl up after he had bumped into her. she insisted on shaking his hand after telling him her name, it was such wrong timing that you saw.

he didn't mean to hurt you.

"it's okay. i'll see you later jay." was all you said before walking away with a small smile. he watched your figure become smaller and smaller until he lost your figure to the students crowding the halls.

despite the smile on your pretty face, jay knew he had hurt you badly and he intended on fixing that. for now, he'd give you space.

★  SIM JAEYUN

his hand was instantly removed from hers as soon as you saw it. you didn't know what to feel. were you supposed to be glad that he immediately let her go as soon as your eyes met his? still, you don't know for how long he has been holding her hand before you even saw.

but then again, you two weren't together. so who were you to be mad? he liked you back sure, but he wasn't your boyfriend. he could hold hands with anyone he'd like. but was it bad to hope that he'd only do those things with you?

you couldn't help the tears falling down your cheeks. immediately, you felt ashamed. ashamed for crying about something so stupid like this, so you did what everyone would've done.

you ran, ignoring his desperate calls for you. and even when he caught up with you and brought you to his chest, the tears didn't stop. you mentally cursed yourself for being so sensitive.

pushing yourself away from him, you wiped away the tears.

"i can explain, please."

"it's fine jake, really. i just wish you would've been more honest with me." lips wobbly as you attempted a small smile, jake's heart broke as he watched you walk away from him again.

★  PARK SUNGHOON

you didn't know what to do. there he was, holding hands with the prettiest girl in campus with other students fawning over them. exclaims on how good they looked together echoed through your ears.

maybe he only said he liked you back to make fun of your reaction with his friends. maybe it was a lousy bet between him and his friends to make you believe he actually liked you back.

"don't they look absolutely good together? seriously, sunghoon and wonyoung, literally everyone here expected them to get together at some point" a random student told you, her smile wide as she observed the two, who were still holding hands.

the way he stiffened and dropped her hand as soon as your eyes met his brought you back to reality. blending in with the crowd in the halls, you attempted to escape his line of sight, desperate to leave before the tears in your tear ducts escape.

you were forced to halt when you felt a strong grip on your forearm. sunghoon turned you around to face him, his brows furrowed whilst he bit his bottom

"y/n.." he gulped as he saw how your eyes got teary immediately. "i'm sorry, it's not like that at all."

"so why were you holding her hand? with the biggest smile on your face?" he kept his mouth shut, unable to form an answer. this only made you frustrated even more.

pulling your arm back, you cleared your throat and looked down on your shoe. "you could've turned me down instead of making me hope- nevermind.. see you around."

sunghoon watched you walk away from him helplessly, mentally beating himself up for not clearing things up.

#enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enhypen #enhypen angst #jake x reader #heeseung x reader #sunghoon x reader #park jay x you #jay x reader #enhypen jay #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #heeseung angst #jake angst #jay angst #sunghoon angst #heeseung imagines #jake imagines #jay imagines #sunghoon imagines #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x female reader