#( dante's like... ''... one more time won't hurt anyone would it?'' )

[chcoticmuses]

some part of him knew he could chalk it up, getting her to admit it without really saying the words-- it should've put an end to everything there. things drifted into dangerous territory when she'd gotten on his lap and instinctively, his arms went around her to hold her close. it should've ended, his mind was getting hazy with how close she'd been but all ideas to put an end to this.. moved to the back of his mind at her words and he found himself staring up at her in awe. ''yeah? i was.. was a little jealous watching you and.. him..'' he murmurs, trailing off as his eyes fully take her in-- moving his head to rest alongside her neck, peppering slow kisses along her jaw. ''i hate what you do to me, lilly.''

"i'm not lying to myself." that at least was true. she could accept that she was jealous, that didn't mean she had to go around declaring that to everyone. perking up a little again at 'crazy for you', primarily due to the use of present tense. "we did always have fun playing games, didn't we?" the look on her face far too innocent for the meaning of her words. "if we're going around admitting things...." trailing off as she pushed herself from her seat, she took the glass out of his hand, placed it down on the bar - before moving to sit on his lap, tilting her head to whisper in his ear. "maybe... just maybe... i was the slightest bit jealous."

[midnightcinderella]

People who would suffer at NRC

Each dorm has at least one of these students and god help them. This is very self-indulgent and each trait applies to me. If you relate, then rip to the both of us.

No proof-reading, we rawdog this shit. Word count: ~1300 Notes: no gendered pronouns for reader. mentions of ADHD, depression, and anxiety. mentions of illness. no romantic relationships

Heartslabyul

People with ADHD. Rip to us fr.

You'd forget at least a handful of rules a day, but it's really not your fault. Riddle better get off your case istg.

The ones who are more devoted to remaining productive make big colorful signs all over the damn place.

In their own rooms would be stuff like a box that says "keys and wallet go here" or a sign by the door with a checklist of what they need before they go, like homework or textbooks.

There are signs in common areas, too. They'll say stuff like curfew times or reminders of jobs that need to be done around the dorm.

There's always backlash if Riddle tries to take them down for being an eyesore because not only do they help ADHD students remember what needs to be done but students without ADHD, too. No sane person is gonna be thinking about feeding flamingos 24/7.

Savanaclaw

People with asthma. Place is dusty as shit. And hot. And humid at times.

I'm surprised the beastman students haven't taken any measure to seal off the inside of the dorm to prevent and from getting in. Guess everyone doesn't mind inhaling dust straight into their lungs.

Not to mention regular exercise is a dorm-wide tradition. Shoutout to my fellow mile walkers <3

If you have asthma and a dander/dust allergy, I'd just drop out tbh.

People who easily overheat/sweat. Double rip to us.

Get ready to go back and forth with your dormmates about smelling bad after sweating. It's a common occurrence. Someone sasses you, you sass back, and you're friends again 3 minutes later.

Everyone will think you're dying when you're dripping sweat after some stretches outside. No, you're not tired, you're just hot.

Octavinelle

People who are bad at math/bad with money. Listen.

The dorm isn't full of people who are as business minded as Azul, but there are students that offer accounting help for a fee. Negotiate that fee for the love of god.

Thankfully, you won't be scammed out of house and home because:

(1) it's generally frowned upon to scam people within Octavinelle; you don't hurt one of your own. It's about loyalty.

(2) someone is likely to take pity on you and will throw you a bone, telling you about a huge sale or where to find good job opportunities.

People who are gullible. Once again, double rip.

And once again, thank the lucky stars that loyalty is such a big thing here so you might be tricked into doing someone's job for them like mopping the Lounge, but nothing that would hurt you too badly.

If a study partner tries to feed you false information for shiggles, that'll get shut down real quick by another student. If your grades go down, then the whole dorm goes with you.

Good thing that doesn't happen often, and Azul offers his study guides for a highly discounted price to his own.

Scarabia

People who don't do well with sudden changes in temperature. Man, listen.

Hellishly hot during the day and even more hellishly cold at night. Dante would be thrilled.

God forbid you have any athletic activities close to sunset because you'll have to shower off that sweat quick before you freeze to death.

If anyone has a problem with the sound of the hairdryer after sundown, they're just gonna have to deal with it or risk catching your inevitable cold.

Speaking of, if sudden changes in temperature make you sick, double rip. I know your pain.

Kalim may not be able to come see you in person, but if he finds out you're sick, he'll send meds and some warm food. If that food was made by Jamil, then you owe him one.

You don't wanna owe him one.

If you need to leave your room after sundown, you're going to do it wrapped up with a blanket over your head. If someone mistakes you for a ghoul, that's their own problem.

Pomefiore

People with depression. Listen. Someone without depression could find it hard to keep such a strict regimen day in and day out; do not expect too much out of us.

If you think that means you're getting out of it, though, you'd be wrong.

Group accountability is a thing here. If you need help sticking to your routine, you're getting it. You can't refuse.

You're all going to be beautiful together, goddammit.

If that chronic fatigue be hittin ya, you might get a pass for a few steps of your routine. But if a particularly caring dormmate decides you have to do the full routine and straight up does it for you, lol.

Depending on how you view that sort of help, it might be really nice. Or maybe a little humiliating.

The dorm kitchen is only going to have healthy ready-made snacks. So if it's a day where you can't cook or go all the way to the cafeteria, that is what you're working with. Either that or you crawl your way over the the Shop for a candy bar.

Ignihyde

People who struggle with technology. Yes there are young people who aren't great with technology. We exist. Mind your business.

No matter how many classes you take teaching you how to use MagExcel, it never sticks for long. Even if you pass the exams, all your knowledge leaves to go buy milk by the time the week is over.

You're gonna need to interrupt people's gaming sessions to ask for help. It may annoy them, but you're doing it anyway because you refuse the reinvent the wheel 12 times.

People who prefer paper over screens. Call me old fashioned but staring at screens all day Hurts My Eyes.

You'd get physical copies of your textbooks if you could, but those free pdfs your classmates pass around are too tempting to pass up. They're free, for god's sake.

You also might be limited to board games on game nights. They're not bad, but there's not a whole lot you can do with them. You're a wiz at Cards Against Reality tho.

Every so often Ignihyde has a dorm-wide game night where everyone sits around in the common room with their headphones in, playing their own games. Together.

Though the board game players are in the next room. Oddly enough, they're the rowdiest of the bunch, and it sounds like they have the most fun by the way they're yelling and cheering.

You have seen some nerd fights start over a game of Ichi.

Diasomnia

People who have anxiety. One, Lilia is a menace. Two, your housewarden is the Malleus Draconia. Meep.

Whether it's Lilia or Malleus you run into, it feels like your heart will explode at any time.

Not to mention it's so dark in and outside of the building for no good reason. What's a fella gotta do to get some fucking sunlight in here? You're sick of worrying about what could be behind every corner.

You once wondered if Malleus needed a UV/heat lamp, but knew better than to ask. That doesn't mean you're not curious, though.

People who dislike loud sounds. I don't think I have to explain this one.

At first you thought that staying near Silver meant that you'd be staying away from Sebek, but that wasn't the case and you were at a loss as to what to do.

Then you tried going in the other direction whenever you saw Malleus, but all that did was send Sebek after you personally, asking very loudly why you did not want to be around Lord Malleus.

At one point, you got sick of his shit and muzzled him via magic. Then Malleus showed up and you were all oh shit. But then all he did was chuckle about how you were getting along so well. You took that to mean he wouldn't ever stop you from muzzling Sebek.

You were right.

[icycoldninja]

Heyo! Thought I'd send In a silly one for the dmc men

Basically just having a reader who loves doing vocaloid dances (maybe k pop dances too but I feel like vocaloid is a different type of intensity)

And snice this is dmc it'd be fun if they're a hunter who mixes the dance moves into their fighting style

Gn reader is cool but it'd be neat if it was a masc reader snice you tend to get a lot of fem requests, you know, variety (and maybe plays on the dances being seen as primarily girly)

Love your stuff! Have fun!

Thanks! Hope you enioy!

Sparda boys + V x Vocaloid-loving!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-So, you like changing your voice with software and/or listening to bouncy, upbeat songs made with said software? Great, so does he.

-It's a little known secret that Dante likes upbeat music with unnatural singing in addition to metal.

-He'll give you recommendations and will gladly accept any suggestions should you have some.

-He managed to get his hands on some vocaloid software with his boomer brain and spent a whole day making auto tuned noise with you.

-Thinks the dances you do are pretty cool, even if they're more "girl coded" than anything else.

-Guess what? He's started doing them too, and believe it or not, he might actually be doing them better than you.

■ Vergil ■

-Being the extremely motivated person that he is, Vergil scoffed at vocaloid and its somewhat annoying, perky beats.

-He first thought of the music as screechy, fake, and irritating, undeserving of his attention.

-Or so he said, for you see, after about a week of you forcing the bubbly, upbeat stuff into his ears, he started to enjoy it.

-Though he'd sooner die than let anyone else know this, he's added a great deal of vocaloid songs to his playlist, alongside Bury The Light, of course.

-He doesn't like watching you do your goofy dances because they're cringe, and they activate his innate desire to destroy all cringiness, which he must now suppress because he doesn't want to hurt you.

-Tried doing one of your dances in private and didn't like how it felt, or how it looked, so he stopped and vowed never to do it again.

□ Nero □

-Nero thought vocaloid was alright. It wasn't his favorite style of music, but it wasn't his least favorite either.

-Nero prefers edgier, borderline emo songs as opposed to this high-pitched squealing, so you'll have to understand.

-Another reason why he might not be so fond of the stuff is because he can't understand most of what the singers are saying, thanks to the language barrier, which, for some reason, bothers him.

-Won't stop you from enjoying it, though; to each their own.

-Thinks the dances you do are so ridiculous and exaggerated, so he teases you (lightheartedly, of course) about them nearly every chance he gets.

-Won't let anyone else do that, though. Nero and Nero alone is allowed to make fun of your dancing, not a single other soul.

● V ●

-V has little to no musical knowledge aside from Classical, so he was very interested in this all-new concept that he was discovering.

-Like a teenager falling into their first nightcore phase, (believe me, I've been there) V became obsessed with vocaloid.

-He listens to every song and playlist of songs he can find, getting really excited whenever you recommend something to him.

-You two gush about your favorite songs, singers, etc. nearly all the time.

-Thinks the dances you do are pretty cute (V is the definition of a simp) and wants to learn how to do them too.

-If you decide to teach him, you'll discover V would make a far better kpop idol than an old-timey poetry nerd.

[yanderelovlies]

Maybe one where y/n is dating dante before she ever met jack, bo, or Joseph

(Bonus: do you think dante would be able to somehow harm or even kill adj? I've been wondering about this for a while but can dante kill ghosts or spirits?)

Hehe, yay, an excuse to combine them

Ahem! So before I get into these headcanons, here are my thoughts on Dante vs. Sunny Day Jack. I think unless Jack has a physical weakness like destroying his VHS tape, then Dante would have a hard time getting rid of him. Impossible? No. It's just a bit challenging. He will probably figure it out in the end. As for Jack his would be closer to Impossible. He can't physically hurt Dante due to his healing abilities, and he would have a hard time possessing him due to half demon nature.

So, really, I think it would be stand-off till 1. Dante finds a way to get rid of him or 2. Jack gets his sunshine to completely cut off Dante. He is a bad influence, after all, and think about all that danger he brings!

Also, I wanna say that for this, I wanted to use various Dante's while yes, they are all him just different stages of his life they all have different personalities and ways of handling things so here we are.

Joseph

If you are dating Dante before meeting Joseph, we must be talking young Dante (Dmc 3 dante). In the case, let me tell you that young Dante is more protective and hostile than his older counterpart.

Now, don't get me wrong, he won't outwardly attack anyone. That would leave a bad reputation on the shop he plans on opening. So, instead, he glares puffs out his chest and stands to his full 6'3 "height.

He makes sure Joseph knows you're taken. Dropping and picking you up every day brings you lunch sometime, and if he is always gone on long missions, he calls you at work.

If Joseph wants to stand a chance against Dante, he would have to lure away when Dante is off on his missions. He is less around for Joseph to fill your head with the reasons why Dante is bad for you.

Sunny Day Jack

If you're dating Dante, when you meet Sunny Day Jack, we must be talking late 20's Dante (the first DMC). This Dante is more collected than his younger counterpart, but still a bit hostile and protective. He doesn't want to lose anyone else.

He still won't outwardly attack anyone. In fact, he is more likely to degrade or verbally attack someone before resorting weapons. However, Jack is a special case.

Since only you and Dante can see him, and only you can touch him. Dante's hands are tied...for now. He is the son of sparda after all and has plenty of weapons ar his disposable. Something must work on this sunny day jackass!

If he notices you distancing yourself from him, he will automatically assume it's Jack's doing and shut that shit.down quickly. What would a clown from the 80s know anyway? Dante has only treated you with utmost love and care, so why would he let anything hurt you now?

Bo

If you're dating Dante before you meet Bo, we must be talking about early 30's Dante (DMC 2 Dante). This Dante is a little more serious the other two. He would rather let his intimidation do the talking. He is protective but not as hot headed.

That begin said Bo is WAY different case. I will say it now for everything good in the world. Keep Bo IN his Tamagotchi! No matter, he begs and cries.

Dante may be more level-headed, but Bo isn't. He sees Dante as an obstacle to goal. You. So as soon as gets free he will get ride of Dante the quickest way he can.

Bo may be strong, but Dante has taken down demons bigger than buildings, and not to mention Dante's DT. I'm not sure Bo stands a chamce.

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Dream Eater - Chapter 16 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"Take me there," I demand, shaking Damien by the front of his shirt.

"Take me there, right fucking now."

"Alex, stop," Damien grabs my shoulders and holds me still.

"We can't just rush in. We need a plan."

"Fuck plans. We need to save Dante before that sick fuck does anything worse to them."

"I know, and we will," he says, his grip on my arms tightening just enough to hurt.

"We will, Alex. But we can't just walk in there and give Azael what he wants. Too much is at stake. Please... just give us a chance to come up with a strategy, at the very least. It won't take long."

"For Dante's sake, it better not," I say, glaring.

He flinches and releases me and suddenly I don't think I can stand up any more.

I move away and sit on the edge of the large fountain in the center of the open courtyard.

I don't hear much of what's said after that.

Allannan pulls the cloth back over its grisly contents but I can't take my eyes from it or stop thinking about how Azael might be making more like it even now.

It feels like hours pass but it actually doesn't take long to come up with a plan, though no one claims its a very good one.

Damien and I will go first, meeting Azael at the spot he specified.

Then, Oran and the Vanguard, along with a host of Carnâki soldiers, will follow, entering the area a short distance away.

They'll flank Azael's troops and then launch a surprise attack.

In the chaos, Damien is supposed to get me and Dante the fuck out of there.

As eager as I am to get to Dante, I'd be lying if I said I'm not afraid.

My stomach feels like it's home to a nest of squirming snakes by the time everyone is in agreement and ready to act.

Damien sees it in my eyes when he joins me by the fountain.

He takes my hand and squeezes it lightly.

"Where are we going, anyway?" I ask.

Allannan hadn't read that part aloud.

"Some remote forested area in Russia," he says.

"The sort of place where meteors can crash and hardly anyone notices."

After a moment, I say what's been on my mind.

"Damien, if the plan doesn't work... if Azael forces me to open the Door... will you stop me?"

He looks down at me with eyes like pools of night.

"It'll work," is all he says.

Enough of the Vanguard are sufficiently powerful to travel between realms with three or four other people that a sizeable force of Carnâki soldiers is able to accompany us.

Both groups stand at the ready, Oran at their head.

He grasps Damien by the arm and wishes us luck.

"I'll see you on the other side, old friend," Oran says and I wonder if he knows how ominous that sounds.

From the grim look he gives us, I think he might.

"Alex," he says to me.

"I'm sorry. You're a brave lad and a true friend. Key or not... demon, human, Celestial or all three... you're a good man and I hope if we all come out of this alive you can forgive me my misplaced prejudice. May Manāt smile on your fate."

I'm not sure what the proper response is, so I go with the ever smooth reply of...

"Er, you too."

Then it's time.

Damien pulls me against him and presses his lips to my hair.

"I love you, Alex. I wish everything would just leave us alone and let me love you. I wish..."

"I know," I say.

"I love you, too."

I close my eyes and kiss him and the blue fire takes us away.

The shift isn't so bad this time and I'm able to keep my feet for once, though only by leaning heavily on Damien.

When I open my eyes, I see we're in a wide clearing among tall pines.

Patchy snow covers the ground and the sky overhead is the flat grey-white that promises more is on the way.

The air carries a stinging cold and I realize I'm badly underdressed in my thin Carnâki tunic and soft, suede leggings.

Turning, I see Azael at the other end of the clearing.

He's standing before a high stone arch and he's flanked by half a dozen other people, among whom I recognize Yakketh and Maliel, long fiery blades in hand.

Dante is there too and except for a bandage on their right arm, they look pretty much okay.

"Dante."

I take a stumbling step towards them but Damien keeps a tight grip on my arm.

"Not so fast," he whispers.

"We have to give Oran time."

I manage to get myself under control and walk as steadily as I can at his side.

Azael and his party walk towards us as we approach, until we both stop with about ten feet between us.

"Dantalian," he says, smirking.

"Here we are again. I'd have thought that watching me destroy your lover once would have been enough but I suppose a masochist enjoys a Hell of their own making."

Now it's my turn to hold Damien back or try.

"Don't," I hiss.

"He doesn't deserve the satisfaction."

Damien smoothed his features into a cold mask.

"Azael. We've come for Dante. Let them go."

Azael shakes his head.

"First, the Key."

I look at Damien and hope he can see in my eyes that I trust him, if only to do what he must.

"It's okay," I say and pull my hand from his grip.

Turning, I walk towards Azael.

I go as slow as I can, partly because I'm terrified, partly because I'm still unsteady from crossing realms and it would be really uncool to fall over right now.

When I'm within arm's reach, he grabs me and pulls me against him, turning me so I'm facing away.

He wraps a massive arm over my chest and slides his hand down to my hip.

I know he's doing it to goad Damien and it looks like it's working.

Blue fire races over Damien's body and I can see the faint shadows of great wings at his back.

I try to convey something along the lines of 'don't go berserk yet' with my eyes but I'm probably too far away for it to really get across.

"You have what you want. Now let Dante go," I say.

He bends to speak in my ear and I shiver with revulsion as his hot breath gusts against my skin.

"As you wish."

He gives a sign and Dante is pushed forward.

They look at me with an expression of love and fear that breaks my heart.

There are tears on their face.

"You shouldn't have come, Alex," they say.

"Why did you have to come?"

I shake my head.

"Because I had no choice, Dante," I say.

"You're my best friend."

They give me a watery smile as Damien pulls them to his side.

"How touching," Azael drawls.

"And now what, Damien? What are you waiting for? Reinforcements, perhaps? You'll be waiting a while. This whole area is sealed. Yakketh and Maliel completed it just as you arrived."

He nods to them.

"Show him."

The two female Fallen step forward and raise their long, thin blades above their heads.

They let the tips cross and suddenly the sky turns crimson as a great dome of interwoven magic spreads downward from its zenith to join the ground.

It must be miles across.

"Nothing in, nothing out," Azael says.

"I can't risk the powers of the Abyss getting loose before I'm ready, after all."

Damien's wings grow more solid and the blue sword of flame takes shape in his hand.

"Damien. No." I shout.

I know he's strong and powerful but the odds are seven to one and I don't know if he could even beat Azael alone.

"Shh," Azael hushes me as I struggle.

"Never fear. He's safe, even from himself. Look."

At Damien's feet, another, smaller seal appears and I see that he and Dante are standing in the center of a circle of intricate symbols.

He takes a step forward but he can't cross beyond its edge.

"Damien..."

"Don't worry. I have no reason to harm him or your friend. I'll let them go once I have what I want."

"I don't believe you," I say.

"I know. But you'll believe this. If you don't give me what I want, you can watch them both die."

Yakketh and Maliel have moved to either side of the seal and their blades are raised and ready.

Damien and Dante are both shouting at me.

I can't seem to hear them past the roaring sound in my ears but I know what they're saying.

They're telling me not to do it.

Not to save them.

Not to sacrifice a world for the sake of their lives.

I'm too selfish to listen.

"All right," I whisper.

"You win. I'll do it."

I feel Azael's deep laugh.

He turns us to face the great stone arch and speaks low and soft at my back.

"And now, Alex, my lovely broken Key... open me a Door."

[storytimewithnova]

YOU THINK I AM SPECIAL (I'M NOT)

Heads up this is going to be angsty shoyo is Oikawa's little brother he is Dating Goshiki they are in the same school same year and shoyo is dating Oikawa is dating Semi kunimi and suna are dating two sleepy joes together Song used and always its a pain in the backside findiing female versions

In Volley hoes group chat

Shoyo:🎶I'm not special Who the hell am I to think I'm special?🎶

Kenma:Shoyo are you okay?

Shoyo:🎶I'm not so well Thanks for asking But you probably figured what else is new🎶

Goshiki:Sunshine what are you talking about where is this coming from?

Oikawa:Little bro

Shoyo:🎶I try my best still But if I die, wind up in some mess You'll keep my head filled With the notion that I don't deserve this life that I've built🎶

Kunimi:Who hurt our baby sunshine speak now or die🔪

Suna: his is not joke she is standing her with a knife

Shoyo:🎶I'm not special, special Don't know why I thought I could be someone I'm no one To anyone who knows me I'm a burden, I'm certain The only thing I'm good for is hurtin' the ones I love🎶

Kageyama:….

Kageyama's thoughts(💭 I didn’t mean to tell him that what have i done to him has he held on to this for nearly 2 years)

Shoyo:🎶I wanna be special But I don't know if it's worth all of this stress You don't know my struggle 'Cause I don't tell it If I did, I really don't think you'd be bothered to hear it anyway If I sang a song Would you listen? Or would you tell me that I'm terrible?🎶

Kageyama:….

Kei:Kags do you know something about this

Kenma:Yeah i know you and shoyo have history

Shoyo:🎶If I played along To ease the friction Would you still tell me that I'm terrible?🎶

Tendou:What have you done to my cousin you asshole

Kageyama:….

Shoyo:🎶Oh, I'm not special, special Don't know why I thought I could be someone I'm no one To anyone who knows me🎶

Goshiki:Shoyo that is not true you are loved and you are special to me Oikawa San and to everyone you have met you have touched their life you make a big impact on peoples lives more than you realize

Shoyo:🎶I'm a burden, I'm certain The only thing I'm good for is hurtin' the ones I love But the ones I love They really love me The ones I love They truly know me You drag my name @kags It's kinda funny 'Cause my name Makes you lots of money🎶

Kuroo:What?!

Oikawa:You are using my brother for money

Kageyama:I was at the time its been nearly 2 years i though he had let it go and we started befriends

Semi:2 years you mean you did all this while you started second year is that why he transferred to Shiratorizawa in the end

Kageyama:Yeah basically but honestly i thought he was over it

Shoyo:🎶I guess I'm special, special Who the hell are you to say I'm not special? Oh well Got everybody talking in this hell hole I'm the devil Dante wrote me into his inferno Here we go🎶

Yachi:You knew he was senstive you knew you say one thing to hurt him he will burden it like this you fucked up

Shoyo:🎶Again is this what you came for? You paid for? To watch somebody burn and crumble and stumble Then fumble all my words and let you twist them and listen To all the ugly things you tell me I am I'm tryin' So hard to understand how I'm the master manipulator Who couldn't fool anyone The monster reciprocator Shot no bullets from my gun The drama queen who never seems to get applause from anyone I won't be who you say I am🎶

Kiyoko:Wait when he said he was sick he could of meant it mentally as well as literally

Atsumu:Do you want me to check on him i am close by

Osamu: why are you there

Atsumu: to visit Kawa why else you Div now shut Ya trap this is about Sho kun 😤

Semi:Please Atsumu I would check on him myself for Tooru but i can’t get out of study hall yet wven after the bell jist rang btw my ass of a teacher just said the bell doesn't dismiss you I do like do my bfs brother is in trouble cut me some slack

Atsumu: I got you cover Semi San

Shoyo:🎶If I sang a song Would you listen? Or would you tell me I'm terrible? I won't play along This game is twisted But I think that would make me terrible That would make me-🎶

Shoyo went offline

Atsumu enter shoyo and Tooru's House he looked everywhere the last place was his bedroom when he enter and he saw shoyo Surrounded by pills on the floor looking like he wasn’t breathing he called an anblance then got back on the group chat to Goshiki Oikawa Semi and everyone else

Atsumu:Kawa semi Goshiki you might want to come here its not good

Oikawa:What do you mean Tsumu

Kageyama:?!

Semi:Zip it you

Goshiki:Atsumu san!!

Atsumu:H-h-he’s not breathing

Kenma:Funny joke now say sike

Atsumu: ......

Kenma:Atsumu say sike

Atsumu:Sorry kenma

Kageyama:!!!

Noya:If anything happens to him this is your fault

Kageyama:I know

Semii:Me and Tendou are on our way i am currently driving Goshiki is crying in the back of my car

Bokuto:I'm on my way love can you drive me and Keiji and Kenma

Kuroo: of course i can drive you guys

Kei:Kags what have you done

Kageyama:Something stupid clearly and the gulit has been eating me but i didn’t thing what it was doing to him

Osamu:Kawa how is he please

Oikawa:Holding The exact words were he is in a stable but critical condition The amount he took was lethal But not lethal enough to instantly kill

Iwaizumi:That’s good isn’t it

Oikawa:Oh from what I can understand yes but also no like I said the amount he took was lethal not lethal enough to kill but lethal enough to comatose him To the point where they don’t know if you could wake up

Yachi:Oh god

Oikawa:Goshiki has pacing back and forth he is so on edge understandablely Eita ans Satori is some how clam or they are plotting a murder and don't get me started on Kenma kunimi and shirabu they keep Repeating they are going to make a bitch pay

Bokuakakuro:they are not alone

Suga:Okay Shall we go offline Clam down and wait for an update

Everyone:Yeah honestly We need to calm down

Everyone has gone offline

[bloodykora]

POV: I Already Know Part 3

Happy Birthday V! I finally decided to post this and I am so sorry, I might be able to squeeze in a poem about V before I go to bed.

Part 2

Umm angst but not heart breaking just sad. :) I'm sorry.

Summary: You finally break the news to V that you know

He started cracking, becoming more and more physically weak yet his determination stayed strong. He noticed how Griffon treated you since he got hurt, the glances when a decision was to be made. There was even more attention to how you started acting around V, the team even picked up on it. Although they had no clue whether you wanted to kill or fuck him and they wanted to find out, so that's why you're here. Now locked in the van with V, Griffon out to make sure the area stays clear of demons. We love bonding time. 

"Maybe we could climb through a window?" You say peering around the parked vehicle for some way of escaping.

"I doubt there is one and even if we made it out, who says they won't put us back in?" The gorgeously tattooed man states taking a seat on the couch. You let out a sigh and sit down in the passenger seat of the car. The atmosphere settled to an awkward and quiet tone.

"Did I do something to perhaps upset or disturb you?" Your head raises and you lean to the side glancing back into the van.

"No, why?" You say as you turn back to look out the front window.

"It seems like you have been distant and uncomfortable in my presence. I was just wondering if I did anything to cause it." He says softly, the essence of sadness in his words.

"What no, you didn't-" You start to say while getting up before freezing. 'That's a lie, he is the problem but not in that way.' You sigh before your shoulders slump down, you turn around and make your way to him. 

"V, it's a lot more complicated than you think." You simply state.

"Yet, you tell Griffon of your concerns and worries." V says, clearly disappointed that you told the bird a secret of yours and not him.

"It's not some cute little secret, it's not a love confession or that I plan on moving somewhere. I have to live and deal with it, not you or Griffon. The only reason I told him was because he wouldn't shut up." You reply back.

"Does anyone else know? Nico or Nero? Maybe even Dante?" He snarls, jealousy coursing through his veins.

"No, V!"

"Then what is it!" 

"I know you're dying!" You scream out, anger and frustration blossoming in your chest. V's face drops into astonishment.

"Happy? I know you're dying and I know the only way to help you is bring you to Urizen where you can reunite with him." You say, eyes filled with a deep pain. V's astonishment is now replaced with fear.

"How the hell do you know that?"

"I know everything V, and not cause Griffon told me. You wanna know why I'm so distant? It's the 7th, that means I have 8ish days left to figure out if I either want to kill you or help you. I still have no clue what to do, I thought maybe this time I wouldn't fall for you the way I did. Surprise, I ended up falling even harder because of what I know. I feel no hate or malice coming from you, just a soul who needs to be brought back to his other part. I want to just scoop you up right now and tell you everything will be okay but I know that's not gonna help either one of us." V sat there in silence listening to you, anxiety filling his mind. 

"I want to save you so bad, I hate how Vergil looks at me. Like I'm a puppy he accidentally stepped on, his eyes are so cold yet that lingering pity. I want you to stay so bad but I don't know what would happen if I did. Would you keep slowly dying? What would happen to Dante and Nero? Everything hurts V, and I don't know how to fix it."

"You know everything?" He asks softly, sympathy filling his voice. 

"Yes, I know who you are and I know that Nightmare, Shadow and Griffon are all manifestations of Vergil's old nightmares. I don't just know that though. I know you prefer vanilla over chocolate, I know that you have a mole under your left shoulder blade, that your tattoos trickle a bit down your hips. William Blake is your favourite because of the older gentleman that gave Vergil that book, I am very fully aware that you have all his trauma and have nightmares about it." His eyes widen at your words, not fully expecting the weight of what you knew.

"You knew this yet never told anyone?"

"No, it's not mine to tell. I wanted to, I wanted to talk to you about how I could help or ask Nero if he had advice. I knew though that I couldn't and shouldn't." V sat there, not knowing what to say. You slump in your seat, bringing your knees to your chest. Mumbling to yourself about how you had just screwed up.

[positively--speculative]

Eh...guess my New Year's resolution is going to be to watch 100 horror movies. Some I've seen and am rewatching, others will be new to me. I'm adding a link on my blog if you all want to keep up with my progress.

Horror Movies Watched in 2022:

As Above So Below (2014)--Would recommend. Very creepy. Takes heavy inspiration from Dante's Inferno. Dread inducing.

The Pyramid (2014)--Disappointing. Starts out strong and creepy only to take some weird creative choices with Egyptian mythology--goes the whole "gods associated with death are evil" route. Eye roll inducing.

Read my full rant here.

Annabelle: Creation (2017)--Would recommend. Much better than its predecessor which I found disappointing.

Troll Hunter (2010)--A decent found footage flick. However, it has more of a storm chaser feel than horror. Would still recommend.

The Blair Witch Project (1999)--My feelings are mixed. I wanted to like this more than I did because it's a classic, but it just felt so drawn out to me a lot of the time. However, the ending is really unsettling and well-done.

Midsommar (2019)--Good, but VERY triggering. I probably won't watch it a second time.

Here's my full rant on why I have a problem with people celebrating the ending of this movie.

Bird Box (2018)--Decent. Not too scary. Tread carefully if suicide triggers you.

Digging Up the Marrow (2014)--One common criticism I'm reading is that the movie doesn't let the audience see enough of the monster, but honestly, that's what made me put my guard down lol. This is very much worth a watch.

1408 (2007)--A solid horror story. Not terrifying, but satisfyingly suspenseful and creepy. I recommend checking out the alternate ending too.

Signs (2002)--I absolutely hate Mel Gibson, but I really like this movie. It mostly holds up well and I feel like I have a better appreciation of the takeaway than I did when I first saw this as a young teen. I watched it for free on Tubi, but I think they've removed the title for a bit. It will probably come back in a few months, so it might be a good idea to hold off if you don't want to risk giving Mel Gibson your money.

La Llarona (2019)--I wanted to like this one more than I did, as the story of La Llarona is one that really fascinates me. However, this movie takes off really slow. In fact, I had tried watching this around Halloween and gave up. I stuck with it this time, and overall, I'm glad I did. It's not the best horror movie I've seen, but I really enjoyed Rafael's character. Really, though...this wasn't my favorite.

The Village (2004)--I know both this movie and M. Night Shyamalan get a lot of hate, but I honestly loved this movie the first time I watched it as a teenager and I still do now. In fact, I have a deeper appreciation for it now than before. I do understand why it was so hated, though, because it was marketed as a monster movie. If you go in knowing that this movie is first and foremost about a cult, you'll probably get more out of it.

Think of this movie as a much softer Midsommar without the human sacrifices, r*pe ceremonies, etc. In fact, it is not the intention of the people in The Village to hurt anyone *or* bring anyone in, but you are very much still meant to question their intentions and morals.

[flopity-flips]

I would love to hear your hot takes!

im so fucking pissed tumblr deleted this as i was writing it. anyways awful bold to ask on anon. ill bite. just no witch hunts my way.

so anyways to preface a few things:

THESE ARE MY OWN DANG OPINIONS ON OBSERVATIONS I'VE MADE DURING MY TIME IN THE FANBASE. if you or someone you like does these things, then that's totally freakin fine! that just means that content isn't gonna be smth I'm gonna enjoy nor consume. anyone is allowed to have their own interpretations of the characters different from the text of the game, the only issue is when people take these interpretations to be canon/word of god and tout them around as such, thus spreading misinformation.

on that note, the things i write about in the section about flanderization are all things based on the text from the games, novels, mangas, and artbooks and if you disagree then just note that in ur head and move or tell me how my interpretation of the text given may differ from yours! i love discussing dmc lore and characterization with other fans!

this post will contain a lot of me doggin on fandom memes or interpretations and if a negative tone like that upsets you, then maybe just scroll past.

and lastly: a warning for a mention of self harm, but only a small mention. nothing in too much detail. read at your own discretion.

first off: yall gotta cool it with the dante haha pizza strawberry shit 😭😭 some ppl rly only reduce him to those things. even if they are his staple foods, he most certainly is not just that. its so annoying. see my tweets below:

next up: there is a HUGE problem with flanderization (reducing the characters to one or a few base traits that, although may be true, are not all a character is). its bad with dante but WAY worse with vergil. nero also suffers from it but its hard to observe cuz no his fanbase is far smaller than vergils and dantes, so I'm not gonna get into him here tbh.

in the case of vergil: ppl write him as a, to quote the johnlock fandom and toplock antis, "dark fuck prince" when he just isn't that. but then they write him as being completely out of touch when he just. isnt that. there's also the issue of the funny power chair haha memes being all he's reduced to.

his quest for power, although a funny haha, isn't all there is to him. he's on that quest because of his trauma and inferiority complex. he fears being weak because it's what he felt when he lost everything and everyone he cared abt.

more than likely, he feels some level of regret for what he put nero through as a father. and although he didnt speak much with him, he still felt he got to connect with him though his time as V, and was able to communicate with him through their battling at the end of 5 (hence his lack of concern for how he felt to have met nero as his son when dante asked).

in the case of dante: there is an issue with interpreting Dante as a hypermasculine, super cool action hero who's a total ladies man and a womanizer. but there's the opposite end with the interpretation of dante almost as if he's a child clinging to a toy with no fight in him. while both of these interpretations of Dante hold weight to some extent, they are taken to either extreme which weakens his character. dante is very multifaceted.

he is very introspective but appears to just be very simpleminded and cocky, a man who loves to goof around and likes to act like the heroes in the movies he watches or the comics he reads (as seen in the dmc1 novel and dmc5). but then u peel back that layer of cockiness, and u see he's just a down to earth guy who just wants to make it to the next day. but then you peel back that down to earth layer, and he's a man so desperate to deny his heritage and insistent on his humanity. but then u peel back that layer, and he's a deeply traumatized man with a strong sense of right and wrong who cares deeply for everyone around him, even those who have hurt him. he's come to acknowledge the fact that he won't be able to save everyone, but he has yet to accept that fact. at the end of the day, none of those layers of Dante are fake, they're all apart of him. he can still be a fun loving goof who is still very caring to those around him and depressed. but so many fans just do surface level things or think he can only be one or the other at a certain time rather than a mix of all.

dante is a man with a lot of love to give and he's very down to earth. he might not be forthcoming about what he wants but when he wants smth he yearns for it rather than acting and trying to get it. more than anything, though, he doesn't want to be alone. he really can't be left alone because of his introspective nature; otherwise, he'd get so lost in his own head and heart, to the point where he can't get out of his head, so it'd lead to him harming his body to try and find a way out.

letter number 3: i dont like how some ppl write dialogue for Dante and vergil im so sorry 😭😭

I've seen ppl write dante like he's a cowboy. he talks very casual but he's not like that.

getting into that why do ppl feel the need to try and write out every quirk of a characters' speech in text? like with nico or morrison or cowboy dante? like just write it out normally i can still hear it in the characters' voices when its normal.

but anyways, for vergil, a lot of ppl write him like hes a thesaurus. i feel like this just stems from the way he uniquely enunciates his words. his speech is not far off from Nero or Dante's casual speak, he just sprinkles in a few more formal words or enunciates normal words in a way that makes them sound fancy or bigger.

number d: i dont think nero can carry his own game. i just dont. call me a filthy Dante stan, but dmc is about the story of dante and his family? hence why hes the main character? so to have a game with just nero would make it feel weaker and detract from those themes. as well, there's so many more stories thar can be told with dante and/or vergil with nero there too either after 5 or before 5. like what happened in the ten years between dmc3 and dmc1? why did Dante's demeanor change so much from 2 to 4? what other stories could be told between the previous games?

???: dante might as well be a female character with how little itsuno likes to use him and do stuff with him.

finally: vergil stans have had it too good I'm coming for u guys. we get it itsuno loves vergil and nero and will give them everything. meanwhile dante stans have to deal with the scraps matt walker fights for us to have. yall are too loud and act like the minority when you guys are the majority 😭😭😭

i am going to punt 8 yo vergil across a football field.

[demidevildiva]

"Jesus." he let out of surprise, eyed widening for a moment before he was able to collect himself and continue to listen. He offered an apologetic smile for the outburst, "You were just a baby." his words nothing but a whisper as he absorbed this new Frankie he's never known before. It saddened him to know that much like him, Frankie had grown up without his parents. Dante knew better than to ask too many questions, though. Talking about his own brought on nothing but pain and a sense of loneliness unlike anything anyone's ever known. He couldn't do that to Frankie in this moment. "Don't you go apologizing to me now. I'd love nothing more than to know all there is to know about you, but I won't push just yet." he said scrunching up his nose, "You can always tell me anything, though." Had it not been for his birthday, Dante would have dug deeper into the conversation. Turned off all the lights and laid on the ground while they talked and shared everything about one another's troubling beginnings. Something about anniversaries made the hurt ten times worst, and for that reason he chose to let it rest. Being vulnerable in his music wasn't easy but it helped; being vulnerable in conversations always ended in him feeling as pathetic as the tears that scrolled down his face. He also didn't want to freak out Frankie, although it seemed that ship had long sailed. "God!" he whined, not meeting Frankie's eyes as he willed his emotions away. He wanted to laugh at the expression on his friend's face, or make a joke to distract from the scene all together. To lighten the situation in whichever way he could think of, but the worry in their words kept him emotionally sober. "Sorry. I just got lost in thoughts. I'm okay, I promise... it's um... Marcy's song." Dante said as if it would explain it all away, and let out a silent chuckle. "I'm very conflicted on it. Push it out and let everyone hear it, or keep it to myself and be selfish. I think she would have wanted the first option, but I keep distracting myself and making up excuses for why it isn't complete." He hadn't really meant to bring up his choice to not record again. That was a decision he'd made when his grandmother passed while he'd been away on tour. No new music meant he wouldn't go too far from home. He could stay and care for his pawpaw like he should have done for his mawmaw. "Why don't we eat up some more of this tasty lasagna - did I tell you how amazing it was already? You should totally give my compliments to the chef - and we can pop open a soda or some wine from the mini fridge before I take you home? I don't like the thought of you just running about in the middle of the night, Frankie. Even for lil' old me. No specially for me. I don't know what I'd ever do if something bad happened to you."

“The world, son. I owned the world.” And then he’d come to America and he’d become a dad - for a handful of months, before being sent away. He ignored Dante’s suggestion that Frankie show him his own dad’s music - Frankie had never been able to properly listen to it himself. Paired with Dante’s question and they were all but snapping their neck to stare at him in shock. Stunned that there was anyone that would even dream of holding their dad in high regard - but it wasn’t Dante’s fault. Frankie probably sounded like he had some sort of respect for him. “Uh - no.” He scoffed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “He, um… he went to prison. When I was… six months old. So drunk he - didn’t see my mum in the rearview mirror of, uh, his car. Ran her over.” It’d been worthy news when Frankie was a kid. Got them picked on until - it wasn’t worthy news anymore, but everyone still knew. Most did, at least. That Francis - his dad murdered his mom! He’d heard a mum practically shout it in his school’s parking lot. Third grade and already left out of party invites, summer sleepovers, class Valentine’s exchanges. “Convicted on my birthday. Been there, uh, ever - ever since.” This wasn’t something Frankie was used to sharing casually. This wasn’t something Frankie was used to sharing at all - they felt entirely exposed. But it wasn’t a bad thing, for once. Frankie’s feelings were delicate, and he treated them like an over exuberant kid tapping at a fishbowl, begging them to do something. Dante seemed to wrap them cautiously - packing peanuts and FRAGILE tape for extra measure. “Sorry.” They mumbled automatically for the sudden trauma dumping. With concern, Frankie watched Dante’s face change from muted content to anguish. Covering his face, obviously crumbling in on himself into a place Frankie wasn’t welcome in anymore. Or maybe not yet, Dante taking a moment to himself to just breathe, collect his thoughts. It was a touchy subject, Frankie easily pieced together, Dante and his music - new music, he’d clarified. He didn’t record anymore - and it felt like a damn shame. But it wasn’t Frankie’s place to push on it, instead moving into Dante’s space, and then backing out of it again. For as deep as Frankie could love, they could panic in equal measure when it came to tears. But they’d been the one to draw the tears out of Dante, even if inadvertently, so they pushed forward. Brushed Dante’s hands away from his face so that they could swipe at the tears that’d remained under his eyes and streaked across his cheeks with a pinched look on Frankie’s part. Jesus - they were probably about to make Dante cry more just from being so fucking awkward. “I didn’t - sorry. I didn’t know it was, um. A sore spot. You okay?” Distraction, they were meant to be distracting. From the song, and now because Dante was upset, and crying - Frankie felt himself grow keyed up with worry, cupping Dante’s face and using their thumbs to mould his face into a smile. “There we go - much better. I hated that. That was awful - those… that sucked. Don’t cry again, I’ll, um… That was kind of heart breaking. I’m sorry. Can I - what can I do?”

[soracities]

hello darling✨ do you have any quotes on love/loving being difficult? i love your blog so

“There is no clean way to enter the heavy machinery of the heart. Just jagged cutthroat questions. Just the glitter and blood production.”

— Mindy Nettifee, ‘This is the Nonsense of Love’

“Everyone wishes to be loved, but in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it.”

— James Baldwin, Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone

— Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva

“My robin song, my springtime siren. I’ll love you until I forget how to. And then I’ll fall like my knees aren’t already bruised from doing it, and I’ll remember why you’re worth the ache.”

— Yasmin Z. ( @heartcountry), “The honey hums to me”

“Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.”

— Tim Kreider, “I Know What You Think of Me”

— Benjamin Alire Saenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“What were we before we were we? We must’ve been standing by the shoulder of a dirt road while the city burned. We must’ve been disappearing, like we are now. Maybe in the next life we’ll meet each other for the first time—believing in everything but the harm we’re capable of."

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel

“We were inside the train car when I started to cry. You were crying too, /      smiling and crying in a way that made me / even more hysterical. You said I could have anything I wanted, but I  / just couldn’t say it out loud.Actually, you said Love, for you, / is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s / terrifying. No one  / will ever want to sleep with you.”

— Richard Siken, “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out”

— Martyna Majok, The Cost of Living: A Play

“And no one can ever figure out what you want, / and you won't tell them, and you realize the one person in this world who loves you  / isn't the one you thought it would be, / and you don't trust him to love you in a way / you would enjoy.”

— Richard Siken, “A Primer for the Small Weird Loves”

“We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don’t you? 92 degrees even in the shade.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

— Jeff Buckley, “Hallelujah”

(”What about you? Are you the happiest and saddest right now that you’ve ever been?” “Of course I am.” “Why?” “Because nothing makes me sadder and nothing makes me happier than you.”)

— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

“A heart’s a heavy burden”

— Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Manon, Ballerina

— William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet

“…I love you and I do not want to love you, it is too much and too difficult...”

— Ingeborg Bachmann, letter to Paul Celan

“There are many in your life / And many still to be / Since you are a shining light / There's many that you'll see / But I have to deal with envy / When you choose  / the precious few / Who've left their pride on the other side of / Coming back to you.”

— Leonard Cohen, “Coming Back to You”

“To love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief,you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.”

— Ellen Bass, ‘The Thing Is’

— Nick Cave, open letter to a grieving fan

[karlajoyner]

Stamps (Luke Patterson x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so this one was rather long. I don’t know if I liked it very much but that’s just me being critical of myself. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: kennice1 (Wattpad)

Warnings: None

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My eyes opened slightly to see my boyfriend laying beside me in his suit from the night prior.

We had done it.

We played the Orpheum.

And got rid of Caleb stamps.

Now we were here the very next day in Julie's garage like we'd been the past couple weeks feeling better than ever.

"Good morning beautiful" His raspy voice spoke as he to was barely opening his eyes.

"Good morning Luke" I replied staring up at the ceiling.

The bright sun rays hitting many different points of the studio since it was probably near mid day now.

"Morning? It's afternoon" Another voice in the room spoke making my head whip in their direction.

"Well then good afternoon my dear brother" I grinned sitting up only to see Reggie still passed out on the barkin lounger.

"Has Julie come in today yet?" Luke asked sitting up as well, pulling my body into his.

"Yeah. Said she was gonna go have breakfast and get dressed before coming back for practice. She also said she'll bring us something back"

"Oh to have breakfast. What a privilege we now have" I said stretching out my body.

"I sure did miss pancakes. I hope we have that" Reggie spoke in his morning voice.

"Look who's awake"

"Morning"

"Afternoon" I corrected him standing up.

"Where are you going?" Luke pouted.

"To get dressed for practice too. In case you haven't noticed I need to get out of this thing" I spoke pointing down at the long royal blue dress that sat tightly on my body.

"Or you could just stay in it. Maybe rip it up a bit make it more fitting" Luke suggested pushing the dress up my leg.

"Can you not try to sexualize my little sister in front of me?" Alex spoke.

"Sorry" Luke apologized.

"My boyfriend can sexualize me all he wants" I argued making my way towards the exit.

"Gross"

"I think it's endearing" Reggie said making me giggle.

"I'm gonna go see if Julie has anything I can barrow. And maybe a sewing machine. I think you were onto something there Lukey" I teased the boy watching a smirk take over his face before I walked out.

I giggled deciding to surprise Julie at her front door for the first time as an actual human being again.

Since I couldn't just poof into rooms anymore.

A grin formed on my face as I reached the front porch being careful to avoid any windows up the driveway.

"Look at you y/n. Looking as lovely as you did last night"

An all too familiar voice spoke from behind me before I could press the doorbell.

My heart immediately dropped as I spun around coming face to face with the devil himself.

"Caleb" I whispered.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh I just came to pay a little visit.... Tell me how does it feel to be alive again. Oh it must feel great"

"Just leave us alone. We've already defeated you and we're not joining your stupid house band" I bravely spoke watching as he inched closer.

I gulped nervously backing up until my back hit the door behind me and he was only a few feet away.

"That's not very nice of you to say. I've offered you and your boys everything and this is how you repay me. With insults. Nice try trying to be brave sweetheart but we both know your scared out of your mind. Scared that I'll hurt you. Or your little bandmates. Am I wrong?"

"Leave us alone" I repeated attempting to stand my ground

"I can see why Luke's so infatuated with you. Your strong headed like him. Too bad you won't make it home for breakfast"

My eyes widened as he grabbed ahold of my shoulders. My eyes rolling the back of my head.

"I have a fight too" I smirked hearing footsteps coming up the pathway.

My eyes fell upon a face I recognized to be none other than Nick. Julie's crush she'd been telling me about for weeks.

"Oh there's someone here" He said noting my presence.

"Hey, you look familiar. Wait. Aren't you that other girl in Julie's hologram band?" He asked hopefully.

"That's me" I smiled at the boy.

"I'm y/n" I said sticking my hand out for him to shake. He took it smiling back at me.

“I’m Nick”

"So your here to see Julie?" I asked ringing the doorbell for the two of us.

"Uh yeah. I didn't get to see her last night after the show so I thought I'd bring her these" He said showing me the flowers in his hand.

"How sweet. The broken hearted teenager fighting for his girl" I spoke mischievously raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry what?" He asked.

"Julie's told me about you Nick. It seems she's canceled on you a few times now hasn't she?"

"Well yeah but that's just because she was busy"

"Are you sure about that? In all honesty she just doesn't seem that interested if you ask me"

"R-really?" He asked looking down with a frown.

I cheekily bit my lip as the front door opened.

Taking my chance and caught the boy off guard, pulling him in for a passionately rough kiss.

Making sure that he fell into the trance. The flowers in his hand fell to the ground as he held my waist pulling me closer.

"N-Nick? Y/n?!" Julie's voice rang through my ears.

"Oh Julie. I-uh didn't see you there" I panted pulling away.

Slipping a note into Nicks hand before his eyes went from purple swirls back to his normal eyes color.

"J-Julie" he stuttered going to pick up the flowers.

"I-I don't know what happened"

"I think I can explain what's going on here. Nicks just not that into you Jules. Sorry. Anyways don't tell Luke about this. Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt now would we? See you later" I smirked walking down the front path of the house. Leaving the two dumbfounded.

I made sure I was out of sight before poofing away to the one place I called home. Awaiting for my revenge.

Julie's POV

I stood there in shock as y/n walked away. Leaving Nick and I standing on my front porch.

"Julie I- I can explain. She just- She was here and we started talking. I didn't even know her. I though she was your friend"

"I did too" I mumbled in confusion. What was wrong with her?

"She left me this. It probably her number but I don't want it. Your the only girl I want Julie" He said throwing the paper on the ground.

"I-I don't know what to say Nick. I um- can we talk about this later?"

"Of course. Take all the time you need"

"I will"

"These are for you by the way" He said sticking his hand out holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Thanks" I muttered watching as he too walked down the same path out the front gate. I picked up the paper Nick dropped. Confusion coursing through me. Until I opened the paper.

She's home at last. But alone. Don't make this any harder and come join my house band or else....

~Your friend at the HGC

I read to myself. Everything making sense now. I had to show the boys.

Y/n's POV

I glared at Caleb who sat across from me. Specifically at the same table we were seated at the very first night we entered this dump.

"They're not gonna come" I stated crossing my arms.

"Really? You think so?"

"They're not that stupid"

"Y/n you underestimate your bandmates. Your Luke's girlfriend, Alex's sister, and Reggies bestfriend. Of course they're coming for you. And when they do they'll be gifted with a new stamp. Just like you" He grinned at me making me scoff.

As if on cue someone flashed into the middle of the room making me audibly groan in frustration.

"Seriously?!" I shouted.

"Told you" Caleb spoke making me roll my eyes.

"Boys welcome home"

"This isn't our home. We came for my sister and we're leaving" Alex spoke up.

"That doesn't seem to be on my schedule for the day. Why don't I have Dante help get you boys settled into your new rooms?"

"Y/n let's go"

"She's not going anywhere. She can't yet"

"Why not?"

"Show them" Caleb said as I glared dagger through him.

"Oh now you don't want to speak. Don't be rude y/n show them what I've gifted you" Caleb encouraged me again.

I simply kept quiet with my arms still crossed.

"Fine then I'll show them" I let out a scream as my arms separated from each other turning until my wrist was finally viable to the three boys in front of me.

"What did you do?" Reggie asked as they inspected the golden stamp on my wrist.

"This my dear pal Reginald is a new stamp and once activated will send shocks through y/n here once again. Only this time it'll hurt just about three times as bad. That is until you agree to become apart of my house-band. Or you could just leave her here on her own it's your choice really" Caleb spoke tapping my wrist.

My eyes widened as the stamp began to float in the air before placing itself back on my wrist.

Suddenly an excruciating pain coursed through my body immediately making me drop to my knees.

"You have until tonight's show to make up your mind" He spoke before flashing out leaving us alone in the empty ballroom. Immediately I was engulfed by a pair of strong arms as the pain tingled on my wrist.

"Y/n! Baby are you okay?" Luke asked wiping away the stray tears that had escaped my eyes

"What happened? How'd Caleb get to you?"

"It was in front of Julie's house this morning. I went to ring the doorbell. I didn't even get to do it before Caleb showed up, possessed my body, made me kiss Nick in front of Julie, and then brought me here"

"He made you do what?!" Luke shouted.

"Uh- did she not mention that?" I asked sheepishly.

"She did not"

"All she said was that you were acting really weird and that you left this note" Alex said pulling out a folded up letter from his back pocket.

"Then forget, I said it" I quickly spoke attempting to move the conversation along.

"We'll talk about his later. We need to figure out how to get this stamp off your wrist" Luke said inspecting it closely.

We sat in Julie's garage trying to come up with an idea on how to get the stamp off which wasn't going so well since it still was sending electric shocks directly through my body.

I groaned in pain as another jolt course me evidently leaving me weaker as the time passed. It was getting dark out and we were running out of time.

"Guys it's almost 8:30. The show starts at 9:00" Julie said showing us her phone screen.

"We've got to figure out how to get this thing off" Luke shouted in frustration at the rest of the band.

The three of them expressing concern on their faces.

"Okay we have to think. What happened last night? What did we do to make your stamps disappear" Julie asked as Luke helped me sit up.

"Easy. Julie said she loved us. We said it back then we hugged"

"That's it! Julie said she loved us. She connected with us and we did with her"

"So your saying Julie has to say it again and hug y/n?" Reggie asked.

"We could try it" Julie suggested walking over to me.

I nodded standing up immediately falling back down as I was zapped once more. The stamp on my wrist tingling afterwards.

"Baby are you okay?" Luke whispered holding me in his arms.

"I-I'm fine. Let's just get this over with" I spoke standing up once more.

I looked at the girl in front of me seeing her eyes filled with hope.

"I love you" She spoke softly pulling me in for a hug.

"I love you you too Jules" I whispered in her ear. We pulled back seeing the stamp flatly sitting upon my skin.

"It- it didn't work"

"Do it again" Luke demanded.

"It's not gonna work Luke"

"It has to. Do it again" He ordered. I shook my head no looking at the girl in front of me. Her eyes beginning to tear up.

"It's okay Julie. I'll be okay" I whispered wiping away the single tear that left her eyes.

"Don't worry about me"

"How could I not? I can't lose you a second time y/n. Your like my big sister and I really do love you"

"I love you too. But I guess it only worked the one time" I said before another shock hit me.

"We could always figure out your unfinished business" Reggie suggested as I regained my posture.

"We don't have time"

"I have to get the Hollywood ghost club before that show or I'll become thin air"

"I'm coming with you" Luke said standing up.

"No your not. You are staying here. With Julie. Where your safe"

"Julie's not my girlfriend you are. So I'm going with you whether you like it or not. I'm sure Caleb wouldn't mind anyways"

"Luke Patterson you are not going anywhere"

"He's not but I am" Alex spoke.

"I am too"

"Not you guys too" I groaned looking at Julie for help.

"Do you understand what'll happen if you guys come back with me? Calebs going to brand you for life"

"So what?”

"So everything we've accomplished up to now would've been for nothing"

"It's going to be nothing if your not here with us" Reggie spoke.

"Julie a little help here"

"You guys need to go with her" The girl said letting out a breath.

"No Jules. You need them here with you. It's not Julie and the Phantoms without the Phantoms"

"Forget about the band right now y/n. You need them with you. You can't live whatever life you have left without your friends, your family, and your true love" I sighed looking at the girl who smiled softly at me.

"You guys brought music back into my life and for that I'll be forever grateful. And with Flynn I'll get through this. But I will never forgive myself if I separate you from your boys" She said making my eyes water.

"Our boys" I corrected her pulling her in for a tight hug.

I sighed in content as the rest of the boys joined our hug one last time.

"I love you guys"

"We love you too"

And that's when I felt it.

The feeling from last night. I was no longer week. The tingling had stopped.

"Your shining!" Julie gasped pulling away first.

Smiles formed on everyone's faces as the stamp arose form my wrist dispersing into thin air.

"W-we did it!" We did it!" Alex shouted jumping up and down excitedly.

"It makes sense now. I didn't just hug one of you. I hugged all of you!"

"I guess love really does conquer all" Luke stated pulling me into his arms, making sure to leave space so I could still look up at him.

"We did it baby"

"We did it" I confirmed pulling him in for a loving passionate kiss with everyone cheering in the background.

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Toxicity Chapter Thirteen

Isabelle's P.O.V

"I'll do it." Jo says as she stands in front of me when I open the door. "I'll work with you to bring Dante down."

My jaw drops I'm shock, and I move out of the way so that she can make her way inside the home. "Jo, Hello." Adam says, shaking her hand. "Isabelle told me she filled you in."

"She did." She turns to face me again. "I don't know where you stand on this, but we have both been taken advantage of by him.  I...well I guess, we, have a sister down in Texas. She has a newborn. I have to do whatever I can to make sure that they stay safe."

"Dante and I haven't got along since I created the Dark Order." Adam says, and we both turn our attention to him. "He killed my bother, Brodie a long time ago. It's about time I seek revenge on him."

"Why did y'all send Renee and Dylan after me?" Jo asks, and I look over at Adam who looks back at me before turning his attention back to Jo. "It wasn't even you two, was it? Was this Dante too?"

"No." I answer her quickly and she turns back to face me. "That was Micah, Jon's father." I watch her face drain of color.

"Jon's father did this?" She questions, and runs a hand through her hair. "You have to tell him. I can't." She shakes her head, and leans against the bar in the living room.

"What do you mean you can't?" I ask her, and she remains silent. "Jo...you need to be the one to tell him."

"We aren't speaking at the moment." She says, and turns around. "It's complicated."

"Jo, don't tell me you pushed him away." I accuse her, and she looks away from me. "Why did you do that? After everything that's happened, you need him."

"I can take care of myself thank you very much." She scoffs, and I roll my eyes at her. I guess we really were sisters with how stubborn she's being right now.

"No one is denying that, but Isabelle is right. You need him now more than ever." Adam speaks up, and she rolls her eyes again.

"Why do I need a man to help me fight my father?" She winces at the last word. "Why can't Isabelle and I take him down on our own? We know how to fight, and I'm sure she has intel from working alongside you all these years as the leader of a mafia."

"I love Isabelle with every ounce of me. I won't let her walk into this blindly. Dante and Micah are a different breed. You never really know what to expect from them. They've been at this for years, and with this new revelation of you being her sister...that makes you family. That means no one gets left behind. Do you understand?" Adam speaks, and my heart flutters in my chest at his words. Such a big boss man, but a softie at heart.

"I get it. But, you've only said things about you and Isabelle. How does that fit for me and Mox?" Jo asks stubbornly.

"Jon hates his father, but do you know why?" I ask her, and she shakes his head. "It's not my place to tell you, but I know he wants his father dead more than anyone else in this world."

"Who would have thought I'd end up with all these daddy issues?" She finally jokes, and Adam cracks a laugh while I shake my head.

"Welcome to the family."

Mox's P.O.V

Two weeks since I've last seen her, and I was hanging on by a thread. I text, I call, and I leave voicemails, but she never returns them. How did I end up as the bas guy here? All I wanted was to help her, and now with her gone, I didn't know what to do with myself.

So, like an other psychopath, I went and hunted down pedophiles, and many other bad men just to help me feel something.

"Do you know this little girl?" I ask the man who sat before me, tied, begging for me not to do this. "Do you know how old she is? Hmm?" His eyes squeezed shut, and he shook his head. "She's three fucking years old, and what did you decide to do to her? Huh?! Open your eyes or I'll gauge them out myself!"

He opens his eyes, and I take the tip of the blade, putting it right under his chin. "Now, why would you hurt an innocent child with your disgusting habits? She's still a fucking baby for crying out loud!" I stand up, and toss the chair into the wall next to me. "You know, I had a three year old girl once." I drag the blade down his throat. "And if I knew that some fucking SICKO  ever laid his hands on her, I'd make him suffer. So, guess what Dave, since you want to prey on innocent little girls, you're going to get your little cock cut off. How does the sound?"

His screams through the gag in his mouth, and he tries to squeeze his legs together. "What's wrong? Don't want someone touching you without your CONSENT?"

"Mox?" The air leaves my lungs. Only one person calls me that. I turn and see her standing there right next to me. I turn back to the man in my chair, and give him a sarcastic smile.

"You better thank whatever god you believe in that she showed up. Count your fucking blessings." I stand up, and wipe the blood off the knife.

"I'll meet you in my office." I tell her, and she nods looking between me and Dave. "He's a bad person, Angel."

"What kind of bad?" She asks, and I show her the picture of the little girl. She looks up from it, and looks at him. "Did he-?"

"Yes. More than once." I tell her, and she hands the picture back to me. She looks over at Dave in the chair before meeting my eyes once again.

"Finish it. I'll wait for you." She says, and I look over at Dave with a sinister smile as I hear her footsteps on the stairs.

"I hope you had time to pray, because your time is up, buddy."

Jo's P.O.V

I wait another twenty minutes before Mox comes into his office. He clears his throat when he walks to his seat at his desk. "Sorry you had to see that." He says, and I wave him off. "It's good to see you. So, what's this about? What do you need?"

"How did you know tha-" He cuts me off by smirking at me, and laughing. "What's so funny?"

"I've been at this game for a while, sweetheart. I can tell when someone needs something." Silence lingers in the air, and I stand up to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Whatever you need, it's yours. Don't worry about cost or anything. I've got your back."

"You don't even know what it is yet..." I trail off, and he shrugs his shoulders, leaning back in his chair as he looks into my eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes blazing into mine.

"I don't need to know what it is. If you need it, I've got it. I'll do whatever you need me to do."

"Okay, in that case, I've decided to work with Isabelle and Adam to take down Dante and your father." I tell him, and he leans forward on the edge of his seat. He rests against his forearms that lay on his desk now, listening intently.

"You do?" He asks, and I nod at him. "Me and the guys are in. Just tell me what I need to know. I won't ask any other questions."

I furrow my eyebrows, and look down at my hands. Why was this so awkward? "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." He responds quickly, and I open my mouth to speak, but shut it again. "Hey." I look up at him, and he takes my hand in his. "It's just me." His eyes roam my face, and I feel the heat rise to my cheeks.

I feel tears rush again, and I remove my hand from his quickly. "Angel..." I shake my head and hear the sound of him moving from his chair and over to me. "Come here."

He pulls me up from the chair, and wraps his arms around me. "It's okay. I'm right here." His words make me sob into his chest as I grab at the back of his shirt. "Let it out."

I missed him. I missed having him like this, having him care. I'm so overwhelmed by everything, and I just want to stop it all momentarily if it means having him like this. I feel his lips come down onto the top of my head. "I'm sorry." I choke out, and he squeezes me tighter.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He tells me, and that's when I grab the needle, and stab it into his back. He slowly loses balance, and falls to the floor. "Jo, what are you doing?"

"I can't have you stopping me. I'm sorry, Mox." I tell him, and he gives me a confused look before his eyes shut fully. "Please forgive me."

Mox's P.O.V

"Daddy, daddy, wake up!" Lia's voice brings me out of my sleep. "Daddy, mommy said we can go to the Zoo! Can we go daddy?" I look down at my beautiful little girl with her blonde hair and blue eyes. She jumps on the bed, and I can't help but smile at my little angel.

"Of course we can. Go get ready, and I'll be down in a minute. Okay Princess?" She nods excitedly, and I kiss her forehead. When I make it downstairs, something doesn't feel right. "Lia? Renee?"

"Oh Jon....baby I'm sorry." Renee tells me, and I furrow my eyebrows at her.

"Sorry for what?" I ask, and step towards her. Broken glass was everywhere, and bullet holes were in the walls. "Wait...I didn't hear anything? Why didn't I hear her?" I feel the panic begin to rise. "Where is Lia? Where's my little girl?"

"Jon..." Renee trails off, and I shake my head in disbelief. "He took her....Micah."

"Why the hell would my father take my child?!" I scream at Renee, and throw one of the wooden chairs down and out of my way. "What did you do?!" I back her into the wall. "What did you do with my daughter?"

"She's our daughter-" I cut her off with a scoff, shaking my head at the pure ignorance spilling from her mouth.

"You never even wanted her! So, don't give me that bullshit." I spit at her, and she starts crying. "What did he offer you, Renee?" She looks up at me like she has no idea what I'm talking about. "I know my father, and I also know how money hungry you are. So, I'll ask you one more time....what did he offer you?"

"H-half a million dollars..." She finally admits, and my blood runs cold. My anger rising as I sit here, and relish in what she told me.

"That's what she means to you? 500, 000 dollars is enough to trade her?! She's our fucking daughter! She's not up for sale you pathetic excuse for a woman." I move away from her, and rest my hands on my hips, looking up at the ceiling. "Daddy will save you, princess. Don't you worry."

"Jon...he said the alternative was killing you." Renee tried to reason with me, but all I hear are more lies.

"Even if that were true, I would die happily knowing I did it to save my own fucking child. Now get out, and never fucking come back."

"Where am I supposed to go?" She has the audacity to ask me.

"I'm sure with 500,000 dollars you can find somewhere." I shove her out of the door way, and slam it shut.

"Jon! Jon man wake up!" I jolt awake, and see Roman and Seth standing before me.

"What the fuck?" I look around, and remember the events of earlier. Jo injecting me with something to make sure I went down. "Jo...where is she?"

"That's why we came to find you..." Seth trails off, and looks up at Roman who nods his head. "Jon, she was heading to Dante and Micah when she was involved in a car accident."

I stand up quickly, losing balance, and grabbing a hold of my desk. "Careful." Roman tells me, and I finally pull myself to a standing position.

"Where is she? What hospital is she at?" I ask them. This shouldn't be happening. She shouldn't be going after them without me. She needs me. I need her. God dammit Jo, fucking think for once!

"Come on, we'll take you to her." Seth says, and I follow behind him.

Jo's P.O.V

It all happened so fast. The car coming at us, and hitting us head on. My head hit the dash hard, and I felt dizzy. "Jo? Jo, can you hear me?" Isabelle's voice is distant in mind as I try to open the smashed door.

"I can't-" I try to form a sentence but my body feels like it's shutting down. I cough out blood, and my head feels like it's pounding. I try maneuver my way out again, but there was one problem. "I can't feel my legs."

"I know. Help is on the way. I need you to stay with me." Isabelle struggles to kick the window glass to crawl out. My eyes droop close, and I feel her hand on my face, slapping lightly. "Stay with me Jo!"

"If this is it, I need you to tell Mo-" She covers my mouth, and shakes her head at me.

"Shut up. Nothing's happening to you. Do you hear me?" She yells at me, and I can't help but let the tears fall down my face.

"I need him." I cough out, and she nods in understanding. "I can't go out like this without him knowing that."

"He will know when you tell him at the hospital, okay?" She tries to reassure me. I nod just to end the conversation when I hear the ambulance near. "Okay. Help is here. Try and stay awake for me, okay?"

I nod, but the pressure was too much, and I could feel myself slipping into the abyss. "Mox..." Is the last thing I cough out before everything turns black.

Mox's P.O.V

The monitor beeps for what feels like the millionth time as I sit near her. She had three broken ribs, her right leg was broken in half, requiring immediate surgery, and she suffered from a dislocated disc in her back.

I wish I could switch places with her. The pain I heard when they had to pop her shoulder back in place when she first got here was excruciating to my ears.

She looked so broken. "She cried for you, you know." I look up to see Isabelle. She was on the opposite side, and didn't suffer as many injuries as Jo did.

"She did?" I ask, clearing my throat, and standing up. "What did she say?"

"That she needed you." Isabelle said, and walks closer to me. "The last thing out of her mouth before she blacked out was your name."

I go to respond when I hear her groan from behind me. She whimpers when she realizes she still can't use her strength. She sniffles, and looks into my eyes. "Mox?"

"I'll give you two a minute." Isabelle says, and walks out of the room. I move over to her quickly, and she looks up at me.

"Mox, I'm sorry." She begins to lightly sob. "I was just trying to do the right thing, and now I'm broken." Listening to these words was like a knife jabbing into my heart.

"Hey, angel. Shh." I tell her, moving her hair out of her face. "I'm not mad. It's okay." She lays her cheek against my palm, and I stare down at her. "Don't apologize."

"Good, you're up." The nurse says, and I remove myself from the bed, pulling up a chair to be on the opposite side of where the nurse began checking her vitals. "The police are here to get your statement."

"She just woke up. Can't that wait?" I ask, annoyed that they want to do this so quickly. Jo rests her hand on mine, and she reaches up to cup my cheek.

"It's okay." Her gentle words calm me down momentarily. "I'll be fine." She turns to face the nurse. "Whenever they are ready, so am I."

"Can I get a minute alone with her before you do? Please?" I ask the nurse, and she nods before exiting the room. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

"I'm okay." She nods, and I bend down to press my lips to her forehead. "Can you stay? Or will they make you leave?"

"I'm not going anywhere." I smile at her, and she lets out a sigh of relief. "I never will. I can promise you that."

The police walk in, and I sit there with her as the go through their questioning. I can tell Jo was getting uncomfortable, and so I would squeeze her hand to assure her everything is fine. About ten minutes later, they finish up, and leave the room.

"Do you know when they will release me?" She asks me, and I shake my head. "I'm just glad I can feel my legs again." I listen to her go on and on about how her body feels, and I lean my head onto the edge of the bed. I feel her hand on the back of my neck, and she gently scratches the back of my head. "I thought I was gone, and that I lost you forever."

I pick my head up quickly, and shake it. "I'll always be here. Whether you want me or not, angel." I give her a smile, and she returns it.

"Are you not going to ask?" She says, and I sit up in the chair. "About what I did to you..."

"No." I answer her quickly, and she looks down, defeated. "Clearly it was something you needed to do. Was I pissed? Yes, because of this right here. I knew you would get hurt because of me."

"I couldn't have Dante or Micah knowing I was coming after them."

"And you thought I would tell them?" I ask, confused about her though process.

"No....I was afraid that you would try, and stop me." She finally admits, and I just stare at the bed in silence. She was right....I would have stopped her. "Isabelle and I want to do this on our own."

"And look where that got you, Jo." I snap at her, and she winces at my harshness. "You're in a hospital bed. I told you I would take care of it."

"You can't always protect me, Mox!" She yells, and her heart rate begins to pick up. I stand up, and caress her cheek, placing another kiss on the top of her head. I go to the door when she stops me. "Where are you going?"

"You say I can't always protect you..." I turn to face her once more, grabbing the door handle. "But, I'll die trying." She gives me those doe eyes before clamping her mouth shut, and letting me walk out the door.

Jo's P.O.V

I had been released from the hospital, and was staying with Becky and Seth while I recovered. Mox came over every once in a while to check on me, but things were still a bit rocky between us.

It felt like he didn't look at me the same way anymore. As if I was just this broken, fragile thing that would shatter into a million pieces if I was even looked at wrong.

I unlock my phone to see if he sent a text about coming over today, but my phone was dry. I sigh, and sit up straighter on the couch, looking blankly at the TV.

"Christmas is coming up. You got any plans?" My attentions is diverted to Becky who hands me a cup of hot chocolate.

"I usually go see my sister in Texas, but I think my travel time is limited for the time being." I point at the cast on my leg. "What about you?"

"Seth and I are flying to Ireland to visit my family, and then new years we are spending with his family in Iowa. Jon said you could stay with him while we're gone, or Isabelle has offered for you to stay with her, and Adam."

"Okay." I nod, and set my cup on the table next to me. I use both of my arms to swing my right leg over so I'm not at a sitting position on the couch. Right as I do, there was a knock on the door. "Is that Jon?"

"Probably." Seth answers me before walking over to answer the door, and sure enough it was. My heart hammered in my chest as I looked at him in jeans, and a jean vest with "MOX" spray painted on the back. "Any news on the attack?"

Jon nods, and looks over at me before proceeding to walk in my direction. He squats down, and brushes my hair out of my face. "How are you feeling?" His blue eyes ghosting over my entire face.

"Better now." I give him a small smile, and he returns it. "So, what's the news? Did you find the person who did this to me?" His smile falters, and he nods at me.

"It was Renee, and Micah." He says, and I can't help but laugh. Of course it was. "They must have known you and Isabelle were up to something."

I lean back against the couch, shaking my head, and he moves to sit next to me. "I'll deal with it."

"Mox..." I clamp my mouth shut, and he slides his hand in mine. "I'm so sick of this shit." His thumb caresses the back of my hand, and I feel tears of frustration leak from my eyes. "All of this is because I'm Dante's daughter?"

"We will give you two a minute." Seth says, and places his hand on the lower back of Becky as they walk out of the room. Once they are out, Jon turns to face me.

"Hey, you're not the bad guy here." He tells me, and I scoff at him. "You're not."

"Did you know that I can never fight again?" I ask him, and he looks down at the couch. "That's what they told me after the surgery. I can't fight. I can't even fucking walk on my own right now. Do you know how pathetic that is?"

"It's just a setback. The Jo I know will work hard to get back on her own two feet. She doesn't take shit from anyone, and she didn't even let a car accident stop her." He tries to comfort me, and I don't know why. I pushed this man away, I fucking sedated him, and yet here he is trying to make me feel better.

"I'm tired of having everyone around here fight for me. I'm just a burden at this point..." I trail off, and he grabs my jaw to face him.

"You are not a burden. Do you understand me? You are one of the toughest women I have ever known. This is not the end." I nod at him, and he releases his grip on my jaw.

"I want them dead, Mox." I look at him, and he nods at me. He takes a deep breath, and leans against the back of the couch.

"I know." He says, and he walks over to the table, grabbing a marker.

"What are you doing?" I ask him when he sits down on the ground before me, and takes my leg in his hands.

"What? Never had anyone sign a cast before?" He asks with a smirk, and I watch as he signs it. I smile at the gesture, and he writes something else by his name, but I can't see it. "You can read it when they cut it off in a couple weeks."

"Why are you doing this?" I ask him, and he shrugs his shoulders. "No, Mox, why are you doing this? After everything I've done to you recently? I don't deserve it."

"You deserve the world." He pauses, and stands up so he's looking down at me. "And I, selfishly, want to be the one to give it to you." I extend my hand to him, and he helps me stand up.

"You deserve the world, too." I tell him, and wrap my arms around his neck.

"I think our definition of the world are different." He says, and I pull back to look at him. "Because mine is standing right in front of me, and I know for a fact that I don't deserve it."

"Shut up, and kiss me, you idiot." I roll my eyes at him, and he laughs before leaning forward to close the distance between us, and his lips touch mine again.

[giorgiastastes]

El hoyo (2019)

"The message needs no carrier" (spoiler: it actually does)

"There are 3 kinds of people; the ones above, the ones below, and the ones who fall. "

I've just watched this small masterpieces and here's my own interpretation.

Obviously the whole movie is a big metaphor. Both an analogy about our society and one about the Afterlife are present.

First of all, in my view, the place they're kept into is like a Purgatory between heaven and hell. The protagonist entered there voluntary because after the six months trial he would have expiated his sins and would finally be ready to enter Heaven. The old man is an accidental killer, therefore he doesn't deserve Hell, but definitely can't go into Heaven either, and his punishment is longer than Goreng's because he did in fact end a life.

Also Goreng is referenced multiples times as the Messiah, and his travel towards this purge tower is quite similar to Dante's one.

Each prisoner wakes up the first day of the month in a different position, which represents our birth. Some are born in better environments, families and countries and all of it is just luck, fate.

Then, since everyone knows that each of higher floors will likely take advantage of their position, our selfishness takes the best of us.

The higher floors know that the lower ones will literally eat their leftovers, while the ones under know that they better take as much as they can, otherwise they won't be able to survive. There's no altruism or generosity in the society.

You're placed high, you sh*t on who's below. You're below, you dream to reach above.

Each of the characters represents something.

The first roommate, the old man, is someone who's very aware of their surrounding, who's tired of fighting and knows very well how the world works because he's been in a better as much as a worse situation.

The lady coming from the Administration is a middle class representative, trying to change the world but also completely unaware of what's happening right under her nose.

The fact that she keeps on saying that a baby cannot be there and there are 200 floors is just further proof that we blindly lie to ourselves that things can't be that bad, that the world isn't that evil and the rules are respect, being delusional of course, to help us sleep at night. That's why when she hits lower than what she was told was possible, she killed herself.

She's also a vegetarian, with a big love for animals. She obviously represents both an activist that is trying to tell others that they shouldn't eat more than they need, because that means that who's lower won't have anything left, which is such a big innuendo to climate change, but at the same time she's also a privileged person who's never been lower than a certain point and thinks that anyone can easily "just eat less" without caring about other's issues (it reminded me of some vegans who cannot accept that veganism is not accessible or sustainable for the majority of the would population)

The last roommate, the one with the rope represents a religious person, who endures the hardship without giving up because of his faith.

Another pragmatic sequence in my opinion was the one where the two, while descending the tower, met an ill man with a companion with the Down Syndrome (I'm sorry if I'm sounding insensitive is just that I don't know how else to better describe the scene to make it recognizable to you) who said that he will proceed to suffocate his cellmate to also eat what went into his stomach even while being no more hungry himself, I mean, can you better descrive greed than this sentence?

Now, coming to the final scene, which left many of the viewers disappoint or confused, here's my idea.

The deranged girl who claims to have a daughter is definitely crazy, but not completely gone. I do believe there is a baby there, and the Administration is probability unaware of that because there's someone higher than them, and they're being lied to, also. But I don't think the protagonist actually saw the little girl.

I think that he reached such a place of histeria that he convinced himself that the baby was alive, hallucinating, to have a last strand of hope as he was dying. Notice how the baby is perfectly clean and well nourished, that would be impossible. The little girl is long gone and dead God knows in which floor but he convinced himself that he saw her as a way of also hoping that some kind of humanity is still left, that they wouldn't kill and eat an innocent and innocuous creature. But that's not the case.

Notice how he reaches the 333th floor and then walks like he doesn't even have a scar. Now multiply that number for each room residents, which are two. He's dead and has now reached Hell. There he finds his first roommate who's also in Hell since they both damned themselves letting their selfishness take over. The lady is obviously absent, since she never hurt a thing or specifically ate someone's flesh.

The baby was all part of his imagination and she doesn't reach the 0 level, simply because she was never there in the first place.

The girl could have been the message if she reached the top, since it would have proven how flawed the system is, but she never will. Some people claimed that it is not possible to reach the top because of how fast the platform goes, that it will just crash on the ceiling. I do not agree. There's no point in letting the platform crash each time so it will probably slow down enough to reach level 0, in facts we don't even know how tall level 1 is.

Someone also claimed that it's impossible that no one else ever reached the top through this method, which means to go all the way down to then come back up. First of all, it could have happened and that person could have been sent back down, but what I find most reasonable is that no one knows how deep the hole is, probably up to hell, and no one is brave enough to do it because no matter how bad your situation is, you're still afraid of having it worse. It's a suicidal mission which led to crazyness and then death even our brave characters.

Another reference I've loved is when it's mentioned that usually the poorest kill each other's to survive, while the richest have the highest rate of suicide. Why is that? Easy, they have nothing to endure, to live for, they have everything, they're not longing for the hope of food plus there's frightening in knowing that the next month it can only worsen.

So now the question remains: What is the ending then if the baby doesn't reach the top? The finale guys was right in front of our eyes, around the middle of the movie. Remember when the chef complains to other cooks about the hair in the pannacotta? That's the real ending: the pannacotta reaches the top (further proof that the platform won't crash) as the message but instead of being interpreted as a statement of insurrection, the level 0 workers believe it was sent back because there was a hair in there. This is the ultimate slap in the face, the final proof that those people are so out of touch, so blind towards what's happening downstairs that they think that was the issue, the hair in the pannacotta, without realizing that people are literally eating each others down there.

So, there was actually a satisfying finale which gave us answers, it's just that the finale was not at the end as usual.

[romansrgn]

ch. 8

"I can't believe we just did that." Braelin shook her head in disbelief.

Dante looked down at his naked girlfriend."You regret what happened?"

"No, of course not. I'm just surprised that this was the place we decided to, you know—"

"Make love?"

Braelin raised a brow, surprised at how intimate it sounded. "Is that what we did?"

Dante thought for a moment, and honestly, he wasn't sure. Don't get him wrong, he slept with his fair share of women and could honestly say what he and Braelin just did felt different than the night of fucking he's grown accustomed to with the previous women he had been with, But at the same time, it felt that it was too soon to call what he and Braelin did "making love." Especially since he knew she had some unresolved feeling for her ex despite the constant declarations to him about wanting to see where they could go.

"I think you and I need to put some clothes on before someone walks in and sees you naked, and I'll have to kill them." he kissed the tip of her nose.

Braelin rolled her eyes and stood up."Right because seeing me naked with a swollen belly is every man's fantasy."

Dante gave her a look, "You're only saying that because you don't see yourself the way I do. I just had you and already want seconds."

Braelin popped her hand on her hip. "Seconds?"

"You're right; Sixths is more like it." He smirked, burying his head in her neck. He loved that she smelled like him.

Braelin kissed him lightly on the lips. "You didn't even take any pictures."

"You underestimate me, baby. I managed to get twenty shots before getting in between those sweet thighs of yours."

Braelin laughed. "Ok, this is not a story I'm going to tell the kids once they're old enough to see the pictures themselves."

Dante snorted, shaking his head. "Sex? Check. Photoshoot? Check. How about dinner at any restaurant of your choosing?"

"Didn't we do this backward?"

Dante shrugged. "We can still have sex afterward."

Braelin lightly shoved him. "Ass."

Roman looked over his shoulder at the hand that was placed there.

"Don't be too disappointed. It's only your wife."

Roman sighed, "Do you want to keep doing this? I asked you to meet me here so we could talk, not argue."

Janelle nodded, "I'm here, and like I said, despite your infidelity twice. I'm still willing to work out our marriage."

Roman remained quiet after hearing that.

Janelle wasn't sure what she was doing. She's never been the type of woman to be ok with her man fucking around on her, and she still wasn't. But like she said before. She and Roman had too much history, and they've been through way too much to throw it all away. "I'm not trying to make this difficult. I want everything to go back to the way things used to be."

"I need to do something I should've done a long time ago and be honest with you. Do I still love you? Yes. Do I love still love, Braelin? Yes, and honestly, even after all these years, I still haven't stopped. What happened between Braelin and I shouldn't have happened, but I don't regret it. But what I do regret is how this is all affecting you, and that's why I think we should get a divorce."

Janelle smiled sadly. "I keep telling myself I owe myself more than what I'm giving right now. I'm trying to hold onto something so good and beautiful at one point because despite where we are now, our love was something to fight for, and I thought you felt the same."

Roman nodded, "I do. I did, and that's my point. I need to figure things out, and it's not fair to you or anyone else if I stay in a marriage that I swore before God that I would be in forever. When in reality, I have never done right by you."

"But You think you're doing right by Braelin? You're not. The three of us have been in this entanglement since college. But like fools, we all participate in it because, for whatever reason, we convinced ourselves that you were the right man for us."

Roman snorted, "You never wanted to work on our marriage. You didn't want me to go back to Braelin."

Janelle shrugged. "Despite what I feel about her and the situation. Neither one of us deserves to be led on by you."

"That's not what I'm doing."

"No, you're playing the field. Rounding the bases to see which girl you want to play with for a little while, but then you'll get bored, and then, of course, history will repeat itself."

Roman chuckled darkly. "Yea, and that never stopped you from spreading your legs for me every chance you got either."

Janelle slapped Roman hard across the face. "I was stupid to think you were worth my effort, let alone the time I've wasted on making this work. I wanted to keep you because I love you, but despite that, I realize I'm not in love with you. I know that now because no woman who could truly love themselves would be willing to be a second choice for a son of a bitch like you."

Roman pointed at his wife. "That's what I always liked about you, Janelle. You never hold back, and I appreciate that, so let me return the favor." He stood up, towering over her wrapping a strand of hair around his finger. "Even though we had our good times. You were never her. You will never be her."

Janelle snorted, removing his hand from her hair. "Right now, you'll never be Dante. You remember him. Braelin's boyfriend. You know the same boyfriend she fucked in the middle of her maternity shoot."

Roman's large hands flexed, and his eye twitched.

"Of course, you didn't know that, so let me shed a little light on the subject. According to my good friend, who happens to be the assistant to the makeup artists who did Braelins makeup. Those two were too busy fucking each other's brains out to notice that the building wasn't empty. But I can't blame her. Dante is fine as—"

Hearing enough, Roman walked off, leaving Janelle alone.

Janelle smiled. She would gladly give Roman his divorce; although she did love him, she no longer wanted his cheating ass. She can admit that to herself, but she will be damn if she allowed Roman to get his happy ending after all the pain he caused her. It was one thing to cheat once but twice and then got the woman he cheated with pregnant. He can get the fuck out of here with that.

But was Roman alone in this? No, of course not. It takes two to create a child, and in Janelle's mind, Braelin was guilty as sin and should also pay for her part in this betrayal. But she wasn't going to play the role of the wicked ex-wife. She was going to show Roman that he can't snap his fingers and get everything he wants. So her plan was simple. Give Braelin the happy ending she always wanted, and naturally, it wasn't going to be with Roman.

Roman ignored questioning stares as he walked past them. He immediately dialed Braelin, "Answer the phone, damn it."

"Hey, Rome, you ok?" Naomi asked, immediately noticing the tension in his frame. "Is Braelin ok?"

Roman glared at her while hanging up the phone. "Where's your cousin?"

Naomi raised a brow at his tone, "Probably busy since she didn't answer your call, and with the way your attitude is right now, I'm glad she didn't."

Roman snorted, "Right, because I'm the big bad wolf."

"More like an indecisive fuck boy with good intentions. You don't want to hurt Brae, but somehow you always do. You two are friends who settled on co-parenting, but somehow that's not enough for you. You need to control every aspect of her life because you want to be her life."

"That's unfair and not true. I want what's best for her, even if it's not me. You know that."

"I know that you want to believe that, but your actions speak louder than those pretty little words. You have gone above and beyond to insert yourself into things that don't concern you. You two are not together anymore. Move on."

Roman knew Naomi was right, and despite his actions, he wanted Braelin to be happy, and with Dante, she was delighted. But he couldn't help but covet what he knew was his "Let me ask you something. If you and Jimmy broke up and after everything you two have been through together, would you accept him being happy with someone else? You would find it easy to sit back and watch someone else take your spot. Just like that."

Naomi shook her head. "You know Janelle is actually in this predicament, and I bet to you she seems like a real bitch for being hurt that you want to start over with the mother of your children. But the truth of the matter is you two are the real villains of the story, not her."

"At Least you're honest."

Naomi closed her eyes before turning around to see her cousin standing there. "I didn't mean to--"

"Yes, you did, and you're right. I know I can't take back what I did, and for that, I'm sorry because our actions caused someone else to get hurt in the process, not once but twice. I fucked a married man and got pregnant with his children. It was low down, and as a woman, it was disrespectful as hell. I'm the bad guy, not her."

Janelle clapped her hands, seemingly having heard the entire exchange. "That's the first step to redemption. Accountability, but it doesn't absolve you for what you did."

"It doesn't, and I can't say sorry enough to you, and I know that you can't forgive me--"

"It's not that I can't. I won't forgive you, Braelin. That's the difference. You willingly opened your legs for a married man not once but twice, and because of this affair, you got pregnant knowing I was having issues."

Roman opened his mouth to interject, but Braelin held up her hand, stopping him from commenting any further. She didn't need to be protected from this, especially since she knew she was the one in the wrong.

Braelin bit down on her bottom lip. "I didn't know." she defended. "I found out what was happening with you after I found I was pregnant. That's why I didn't want to say anything because it would be another slap to the face, and I couldn't hurt you like that."

"It's too late, Braelin," Janelle yelled. "I'm hurt either way, and the worse thing about this whole thing is that I'm not even surprised Roman cheated with you because this was always our favorite dance. The three of us. But, what I was surprised about was how weak-minded you still are when it comes to him." Janelle pointed to Roman. "And at first, we could blame it on how young and stupid we were, but the truth is only one of us is still stupid," she said before walking off, leaving Naomi, Roman, and Braelin alone.

"I didn't know you were— that she was." Naomi didn't know what to say to her cousin. She didn't attend for her talk with Roman to end with her cousin being dragged in front of what she can now see as the entire fucking locker room. At some point during the argument, they must've gotten the attention of some of the other superstars, "Maybe we should go somewhere else."

Braelin was numb. She came to Roman to ask what the emergency was since he had called her and texted her ten times. The only reason she didn't answer the phone was that she was already in the building. "No, I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know that I did a maternity photoshoot today.' Braelin looked around the arena of people who still occupied the room.

Roman tensed. "Really, and you didn't think I would like to attend?"

Braelin furrowed her brows at the question. "What are you—" her phone rang. "Hey, baby," she said, looking over at Roman and Naomi before excusing herself.

Naomi ran a hand through her hair. "I never attended for anyone to find out like this. I pushed too far and—"

Roman didn't like that their business was now on full blast, but he could admit it was nice to be open and honest with everything, and it made what he had to do next that much easier. Janelle wasn't the bad guy, but she wasn't the victim Naomi was trying to paint her out to be. He knew she had some tricks up her sleeve, and he'd be damn if he allowed her to interfere with him and his family "Yea, maybe a little. But Janelle is up to something."

"Janelle is not my concern, and considering all the shit you already have to deal with, she shouldn't be yours either."

Roman snorted, "It's hard to tell whose side you're on these days."

"I'm on the side I've always been on, and that's Braelin."

"Oh yeah? It seems like you're more on Janelle's side, and I'm not sure why that is. You and Janelle aren't friends, but from the way you're acting, you two have been friends for years. Braelin is the one that needs you right now. So instead of throwing what we did back in her face every second, maybe you should try to remember she needs you right now." Roman said, walking off. He had a meeting with Paul Heyman. He'll talk to Braelin later.

"I'm glad everything went alright with Tata. Send him my love, ok."

"I will. We're still on for tonight?"

Braelin grinned. "Of course. I should be done here before 9. They don't have much for me so that it might be sooner, and then I'm all yours."

Dante liked the way that sounded but deep down inside; he could never get himself to believe it. "You promise?"

Braelin heard the double meaning behind his question, and now more than ever, she wanted to make that promise to him, "I promise, I'm all yours. I'll see you tonight, baby."

Naomi peaked her head into the room once she heard her cousin end her phone call. "I want to apologize to you."

Braelin stuffed her phone in her pocket. "For what? None of this is your fault."

"It's not, but I don't want you to feel like I'm not on your side. Because I am. I've just been on edge since after Jimmy's surgery."

Braelin sighed, "I know that you've been through a lot lately, and of course, I know you're on my side, Nao. But it just feels like you're punishing me sometimes."

Naomi grabbed Braelin's hand. "I'm not punishing you. Yes, I'm-- I'm upset that this happened. Honestly, I knew what kind of hold you and Roman had on each other. I wish that I intervened before things could get more complicated for you."

Naomi loved Roman like a brother, but after Roman broke things off with Braelin to give his relationship with Janelle another chance, she witnessed Braelin's heartbreak live and in color. If it weren't for Jimmy talking her down, she probably would've killed Roman for what he did to her cousin.

"I don't need--"

"You almost stopped wrestling after you lost him, remember that?" Naomi whispered heatedly.

"I remember, Naomi. It wasn't my finest moments, and I sure as hell don't want to relive them. It hurt. It still does. It's why I'm scared as hell to give my heart to Dante out of fear that he's going to do the same thing Roman did to me."

"Then you need to be honest with him. You're making promises to him that are going to be impossible to keep because you can't stay away from your ex, and now that you're pregnant with his children, it's going to be even harder to keep that much-needed distance."

Braelin whipped the loan to tear that rolled down her cheek. "How did I manage to fuck things up this badly? I didn't want to hurt anyone, but I ended up hurting everyone."

Naomi laughed. "It's your talent, I guess."

Braelin pinched Naomi. "Bitch."

"Just think about what I said, ok."

Braelin nodded. She suddenly wanting to see Dante now more than ever.

Paul Heyman stood at the end of the table, eyeing both Roman and Vince McMahon. "I think this partnership could be beneficial to everyone."

Roman nodded. "A heel turn is unexpected, and it could be what I need to make things more interesting."

Paul grinned, "I agree, so what do you say? Do we have a deal?" He said, extending his hand.

Roman eyed the hand in front of him for a while before shaking it. "We have a deal, and since Jimmy's injured. I want Jey along for the ride."

Vince looked almost skeptical by the idea, but he trusted Paul and Roman to take this new storyline to new heights. "Fine, I'll leave you to it."

"So, here's what I think we should do--"

"We need to involve Braelin somehow," Roman said, interrupting Paul.

Paul blinked. "What?"

"You heard me. Since we're introducing this new heel turn and turning it into a family affair, I think it's only fair to involve not only Jey but Brae."

Paul Heyman had no issue involving more of the company's top talent but last heard, Braelin was close to retiring. "Umm, sure. But I thought she was retiring. "

Roman took a sip of his water. "She was, but now she has a reason not to."

Paul looked confused. "Explain."

"It's simple. She can't wrestle while pregnant, and since she's carrying my children, it'll add more layers to the story while giving her a reason to stick around."

Paul wouldn't call himself a manipulative man in the slightest. He was a smart businessman that knew how to make any situation work in his favor in the name of good content. However, that didn't mean he was against it, or he didn't know it when he saw it and if you asked Paul what Roman Reigns was doing was a manipulation at his finest. But whatever worked, and if Roman wanted Braelin a part of the story, then that is what's going to happen. "Whatever the tribal chief wants. The tribal chief gets."

Roman smirked, "That's what I like to hear."

AN: I know it’s been a while but I wanted to start the new year off right. Thanks to everyone who still reads and comments on this story on both here and wattpad. Stay safe and happy reading!

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[san-station]

No more sad songs • Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

(Fluff & Angst)

WARNING: Broken heart.

↝Word count: 1,9k 

The things you've done for your best friend were uncountable, you would go to hell and beyond to bring him back to you, just like Dante did for Beatrice on his journey through the nine circles of Hell. Having the Lee Minho as your Thing #1 was what people would say: a blessing. But sometimes blessings weren't as great as they sound. Your relationship was a mess, he was known as the mighty fuckboy of SKZ fraternity and you were "Lee Minho's fan", "the girl who chases the unreachable", "the groupie" and more names you've heard around campus. 

People didn't know that you've been friends since you could spell your name correctly, you went to the same school, you lived in the same neighborhood and Minho was the first one to approach the little shy girl who rather play alone with her dolls and paint some flowers than play with the other kids. Minho found you cute and weird (in a good way), you were the only girl that didn't want to give him a kiss or ask to be his friend, so he thought you were unique.

Over the years, you built a beautiful friendship based on him being the cocky fuckboy who dragged the bashful girl to parties; you being the responsible friend who dragged  him to his house before he passed out and gave him painkillers in the morning to get him to his dance major classes. Him, distracting you from your music major homework to watch his new choreography, and more.

Your friendship was like any other friendship... the problem was that you were deeply in love with Minho from the very beginning. You loved everything about him and it hurt, you were in love with the one person who will never see you as more than just a friend because he loved to party, to live the moment and forget about the past, to blindly look forward and annihilate everything in his path, it didn't  matter if his best friend was in the field, he'll destroy her without noticing and, even so, you loved him.

You've been through a lot due to that reckless behavior and he was oblivious, he didn't realize those sad songs you wrote were about him and the things he did impulsively. That time when he kissed the girl with the white dress on Lee Jeno's party leaving you all alone in a place where you didn't  know anyone and ended up calling your friend Changbin to give you a ride back home; the time when you were eating at a restaurant with your other friends to celebrate your birthday and he didn't show up because he was having some fun at the dance studio with his choreo partner and didn't even apologize; that time when he got pretty drunk and kissed you in a SKZ party and then said "I'm sorry, Y/N, I thought you were another girl! Ewwww, I kissed my best friend this is so weird" and started laughing his ass off. 

He never notice the tears in your eyes when he did all of that, he never stopped to ask how you were or if you wanted to go when you felt so unhappy on those parties. And you still did everything for him because he had your heart, yet, he was so stupid to understand it. All your friends knew it. Well, they all could read your lyrics and play your beats and be aware of your feelings towards Minho.

Now you were at the music studio with your fellow partners and friends: 3Racha, also known as Bang Chan, Seo Changbin and Han Jisung. Your appointment for today was creating two different beats with the same lyrics to see how flexible it could be, but all you were thinking were gloomy melodies and heartbroken songs.

The australian boy gave his friends a concerned look and text them on their group chat. 

∼3RACHA Bros∼

Chan: I think it's Minho again... 

Jisung: Yeah, saw him yesterday, he REALLY had some fun lololol

Changbin: Hyung, do something... this isn't working.

Chan: Why me???

Changbin: you're good with words :D

Chan: We all literally are good with words, Bin.

Jisung: c'mon Hyung, she'll listen to you, you have like a thing lol

Chan: ????

Changbin: Make her happy or we won't buy you food :D

Chan: I hate both of you...  

Jisung got up from his sit in front of you and you looked up at him immediately. Changbin stood up as well and smiled at Chan. 

"We're gonna buy pizza for the rest of the evening", Changbin said fixing the black beanie on his head. Jisung grabbed Chan's wallet over the table and he groaned.

"For real?", Chan questioned rolling his eyes and sitting back on his chair. The laptop in front of him stopped playing the track he was working on and stared at Jisung. 

"We'll be back soon", Changbin said again and, before getting out of the room, he turned to you and groaned. 

"And pleaseeee, I'm begging you, Y/N, no more sad songs", he pouted. 

Jisung pushed him outside the room and yelled: "yeah! I'm the sentimental boy of the group, please, be happy for once, girl!" 

You tensed and lower you gaze to your lyrics book tracing the words with your fingers. Chan sighed at the view of your dispirited body and sat next to you, closer.

"Let's talk about... the beautiful day!", Chan panicked a little and smiled at you brightly. You didn't see him, you couldn't find in yourself any strength to put a smile on your face or even willing to, it didn't worth it.

"I'm not in the mood, Channie", your voice sounded like a sweet whisper. If Chan wouldn't have gotten that closer, he wouldn't have listened.

"Would you like to talk about it?", he asked pouting. He really wanted to make you smile, it warmed his heart watching your amusement. Right now he felt sick watching you so depressed, he could feel as if all his energy would've left his body and needed proper sleep to regain the power or the enthusiasm he required for you to feel something more than sadness. He heard you sighed.

"Yesterday, in Mark's party... Minho was making out with like four different people at the same time while I was sitting on the couch waiting for him to go back home." You closed your eyes, images of last night travelled through your mind making you whimper. "It hurts so much..." 

Chan kept silence, his breath was heavy, his eyes were on your face as you finally saw his expression and you got worried.  

"Don't look at me like that, I'm gonna be fine soon!", you reassured him.

"It's just that... I've told you the truth about him so many times and you're still not over him, Y/N", Chan caressed a strand of your hair avoiding your hurt gaze. 

"It's not that easy, you know? We've known each other since first grade... I've loved him since...", Chan frowned and hummed for a second. 

"How could you tell it was real love when you basically were thinking about dolls and candies?”, he spoke calmly, pronouncing every word slowly for you to process the question. You frowned and opened your mouth, yet, Chan interrupted.

“Tell me something... Has he ever told you that he loves you? Has he ever thanked you for everything you've done for him?”, once again, he caressed your hair and stared deeply into your soul, his brown eyes made you swallow hard trying to remember a moment when all those things happened. 

“Has he ever compliment you about your work? About your incredible music?”, he continued as the voices in your head screamed the real answer. 

“Sometimes… I think...”, you finally mumbled and sighed in defeat. Chan was right, Minho had only said good things about her when she did him a favour, when he asked for things and she was there to help him; when he was tired of listening to her complains, he would say something nice to make her stop.

Your lips trembled as you tried to speak, but nothing came out, so Chan grabbed your hands and squeezed them. 

“Y/N, you love someone who's too selfish to realize you've been crushing on him for years, I think it's time for you to understand that you have to move on or you're going to keep hurting yourself even more than you are right now”, his voice, in a way, made you feel safe, it made you feel that the decision you’d make was the right one, that there are others who could make you a better version of yourself, make you believe you were loved. Chan’s voice was really one of those who you wanted to hear before going to sleep and when you wake up. Chan always took care of your feelings trying to make you smile even when you had to write a sad song, even when you cried the whole night because Minho forgot your birthday, even when you were so fragile you could broke by negative thoughts. Chan was there and that was the most important thing in your life right now. You sniffed and avoided his gaze, it started to burn your cheeks unexpectedly.

“The past sometimes brings us joy, you have your good memories with him, he’s your best friend, for God sakes!”, he scoffed in disbelieve and that made you chuckled, his eyes became crescent moons when he smiled at that gesture.

“The love meter you have right here”, his right finger pointed the left side of your chest. “...you need to low that status a little. From 'I'm in love with Minho' to 'I love my best friend as much as he loves me, as a friend' and keep looking forward because you're a strong woman, okay?”, your seriously thought your body was on fire, your hands holding his made your stomach growl and you giggled due to his words. 

“You are beautiful, Y/N, you are an amazing person and you have the kindest heart... Give it to someone who will appreciate everything you're willing to give and embrace real love…”, Chan died a little inside when he saw the effect of his words on you, you were shining, cheeks with a pink shade of embarrassment and giggling like a teenager girl. His heart was racing out of control but on the outside he seemed relaxed.

“Thank you, Channie… I really appreciate it”, you said trying to stop your smile from growing bigger.  

“I promise that, once you forget about that crush, you’ll find someone who would be there for you in the good and bad moments”, he pinched your blushed cheeks. He stood up and you thought he was going to sit on his chair a few meters away from you, but he actually grabbed his laptop and sat on your side. 

“So, what about we start making a happy beat for your lyrics?”, you nodded and opened again you lyrics book. 

Both of you began to work on the melodies and changed a lot of the lyrics as they were too depressing. An hour and a half later, Changbin and Jisung came back with the pizza they promised and watched the joyful atmosphere around you. At the end of the day, you made two flexible tracks for your appointment and ignored the messages Minho had sent you inviting you to another party. You laughed when Jisung was making fun of Changbin, you laughed as Changbin was complaining about Jisung, you laughed when Chan laughed, you were happy there having your own party and you couldn’t think of any sad songs anymore. 

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