#Sad angst

[delusional-fantasising]

Man I elevated to another dimension reading this at 1 am half awake while listening to some music that kinda fits the mood but kinda doesnt at the same time

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you haven't heard from him in weeks. you'd gotten used to the silences. back when he was rising, when the news ran his name in red bold letters. the hood. the new kingpin. the man with a demon’s voice. he'd disappear and reappear with blood on his hands and wild in his eyes, and you'd patch him up, swallow your fear, and pretend he was still the guy who used to fall asleep with his head on your lap watching late night cartoons. but this time's different. this time, when he shows up, it's not at your door, it's in your dreams.

the room melts around you in flickers of red flame, the air stinks of sulfur and rain, and when you look up, he's standing there. thinner than you remember. ragged. his cloak wrapped too tight around his frame like it's choking him.

"parker?" your voice is small in the dream. maybe because you know it’s not a dream at all. he doesn’t speak at first. just looks at you like he’s trying to remember who you are.

“you said you wouldn’t use the demon again,” you whisper.

his grin is tight, bitter. “and you said you’d stay if i stopped killing people.”

you flinch. it’s not the words. it’s how casually he throws them.

“what the hell happened to you?”

he steps closer, and the floor sizzles under his boots. “i lost. everything. norman’s gone. the stones are gone. my crew’s scattered. i’m just a guy again. just parker. and parker doesn’t win.”

you shake your head. “that’s not true. you’re not—”

“don’t do that.” his voice cuts. too sharp. too tired. “don’t lie to me just because you loved who i used to be.”

you want to reach for him, but the cloak moves on its own now. it snarls at you. maybe it always hated you.

“you don’t have to keep going like this,” you say. “you could come back. try again. start over.”

he laughs. it’s dry, like ash. “you don’t come back from what i’ve done.”

“then why are you here?” you ask, voice breaking.

he finally looks up. his eyes are glowing red. not from the cloak. not from the demon. this time it’s just rage. grief. exhaustion.

“…i wanted to remember what it felt like. to be near you. to want to be better.”

your breath catches. he’s close now. you can smell the blood, the sweat, the fire that clings to his skin. he leans in. just barely touches his forehead to yours.

you wake up choking on air. sheets soaked. heart hollow. you check the window. it’s still locked. but there's soot on the sill.

[delusional-fantasising]

Writing angst so good that you start to cry while proofreading it

[sporadicsweetswitch]

Jason has a kid... be it adopted, bio or some other weird form of child acquisition, Jason has a kid.

And he's been no contact with the Batfam way before he became a dad and cannot imagine putting his kids through some of the things that Bruce, as a parent, has put them through...so he stays no contact and never lets them find out about his kid.

Then the kid grows up and gets curious as all kids do and starts investigating the family tree which sets off alarm bells back in Gotham. And of course, Bruce finds out and wants to know everything about Jason and his kid and Jason wants him to stay as far away as possible to protect the kid. Both sides are unhappy, awkward, angry and sad. Just overwhelmingly sad.

And it's just devastating for all involved. Grieving over a relationship that you thought you have, the relationship you idealised versus the reality of what is actually there. And the recognition of a lost relationship and how it's just too late for a change. Not just too late, but not enough anymore.

Yeah i may think about writing this fic.

[creepyoldguy33]

johnny cade, the boy with a terrible mom, always making her mother's day cards because he still loves her dearly— even if she hates him.

every year he gets yelled at for making a card, and the card always gets thrown into the trash; but he has to make her one. the cards usually aren't much, they're always colored in poorly with crayons, and a short, but sweet, note written inside of it. he enjoys making the cards, drawing flowers on the front of it, then a nice sun on the back. he enjoys drawing them holding hands on the inside. he enjoys the hope of "maybe this year she'll like it."

it breaks his heart to pieces every single time he has to watch her rip it up then throw it out, but he can't stop loving her. even she deserves a good mother's day, and that's all johnny can try to give her.

[ripmyselfxd]

Hold Me Until My Last Breath - (Theodore Nott)

Warnings- Death, swearing, sadness, smoking, mentions of Theo’s mom dying

A/N- Takes place during the battle of Hogwarts, you are Theo’s girlfriend

How did it happen? That’s what you told yourself as you rushed through the empty halls of Hogwarts. It was a freak accident, Draco never meant to cast the spell at the same time you got in front of him. “Avada kedavera!” Draco had said it so smoothly, the spell shot out of his wand in an instant, the same time you came around the corner and hit you instead of Voldemort. Everyone from your friend group was there to witness your death, Draco, Pansy, Mattheo, Tom, Blaise, Enzo, and Theo~your boyfriend. “NO!” Draco dropped to his knees when he saw you crumble to the ground. It went silent, for about 10 seconds. Then Pansy cried out and ran over to you. Theo followed her, pushing her away and grabbing your still face, “Cara mia, don’t do this.” Tears welled up in his eyes as he put your lifeless body in his lap. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. “What the fuck, Draco?!” Enzo yelled with tears falling from his cheek, “It wasn’t my fault! She got in front of-“ Blaise cut him off, grabbing his collar, “Don’t finish that sentence.” Pansy pulled the boys off of each other, “Now’s mot the time, boys!” She looked back at you and Theo. Theo was sobbing, “THEO! We have to go!” Death eaters surrounded them, Mattheo and Tom pulled Theo off of your body. “NO!” He screamed at them as they dragged Theo away. ———————————-

It has been a week since you died and your funeral was today. Everyone you loved gathered, some crying and some staring blankly at the priest as he talked about your life. Theo was in the back, your friend group was spread out in various different places but he was in the back. He was smoking a cigarette and crying, as he was the only one in the back. He was think about what he could have done to save you. How your lifeless body looked in his arms. After the funeral he was the first one out of the church, he was about to walk home when your mother called him over, “Theodore?” He took a deep breath, throwing his cigarette down and smashing it with his foot before turning around, “Yes, Mrs. (Y/L/N)?” She took steps towards Theo, reaching her hand out and holding his shoulder. “Theodore, I know this is very hard for you. And I know this isn’t the first person that has been close to you, lost. But you can’t just… be sad like this. I know this was her funeral but you need to move on with life, don’t sulk over this. She wouldn’t want that.” She smiles at him before turning and walking out with your father. He stood there with his fists clenched, and tears pouring out of his beautiful eyes.

Instead of walking home, Theo walked the opposite way of his house, towards the graveyard. He walked thinking about you, then his mother, how her eyes looked, and how she smiled. Once he arrived at the graveyard he walked over to your grave. It was snowing out, he was in a his clothes from the funeral and a coat. He was cold but he didn’t mind that much. He took in a sharp breath when he saw the words: (Y/N) (Y/L/N), died at the battle of Hogwarts. He kneeled beside your grave and put your favorite flower on your grave, he smiled while saying, “I will always love you. I should have held you until your last breath.” He got up and wiped his pants of the snow the was on his knees, going over to a different grave and pulling out a different flower, “Hi mom,” He spoke with his voice cracking, “(Y/N) died, I feel helpless without her. But that’s how I felt when you died. Mom, I don’t know what to do, “ He chuckled and wiped the tears that escaped his eyes, “I-she was my one love. I-I can’t live without her.” He smiled before placing his mother’s favorite flower on her grave, and walked away ‘I should have held both of them until their last breath’ he thought while drying his tears, and going back to his life without the two people he valued the most in life.

[purrple-bat]

Anyway, since I'm thinking about Narilamb / CotL in general, here's some Angst.

Oh the Lamb being so heartbroken when they learn their fate is to die a sacrifice for a God once more. They thought they mattered more than that to Narinder; that they could had lived this wonderful life by his side as he rightfully took his claims. But those were all fantasies they had deluded themselves with. After all, what was a Mortal compared to a God? Nothing.

Yet shouldn't they be happy? Their God will be freed of their chains. They will take their place once more and rule, hopefully, rightfully; fix the mistakes of the Bishops of Olds. Yet the Lamb is still bound in chains. Not the same ones as before, no. The chains of Fate wished for the last lamb to die to sacrifice. And so will be their end. The crown is whispering to fight back; to survive. Yet nothing can go against Fate. Trying to push back fate is what led the Bishops of Old to their doom afterall. And wouldn't it cause more problems? If they fought back, wouldn't their God still be in chains one way or the other? Is this really how they want to repay the one they have so carelessly fallen in love with?

And so they let themselves die for him, even tho they so desperately wished they would look their way like they used to those long nights where they would talk for hours without care in the world for anything else. It all hurts so much. The Lamb had gotten used to the pain, becoming numb to it, yet this felt so harsh on every inches of their body and through every single veins. They can't help the tears pouring out of their eyes - or perhaps it is blood - or the desperate little plee for their God to appease them. But they were just a tool to them, a simple sacrificial Lamb. The only respite they can get is being happy that at least one of them is free of their chains, even if it wasn't them.

(I do remember this art AU someone did where Narinder would get nightmares, most likely induced by the Crown, of what they have lost. Their most devoted faithful, died for their freedom, their last words begging his help, Yet he did nothing. And now he has lost the only person that ever cared for him more then just as a God. The only person which he didn't need be someone else with. The only person who didn't shy away from saying their piece and going against him in opinions. The only person who understood him... And it's all his fault.)

[thesardines2007]

⚠️Sally is Missing⚠️

This is an analog horror AU l've been wanting to make for some time now and is inspired by Sydney Australia's SEGA Land that from the 1990's and closed in the early 2000's.

Since I don't want my characters to be Australian and I know that SEGA Land existed in England as well, I decided to make up a location in the States that existed at the same time as the one in Australia.

I don't wanna give off too much information so far as to not spoil anything but for now here's some basic information...

The two girls in the photos are Meghan and Nichole, Meghan is 20 years old in the first photo and was born on September 23, 1976 and Nichole was 21 and was born on September 18, 1975.

Meghan is half Japanese on her mother's side and half French on her father's, her first language is Japanese since that's where she was born until she moved to America at a young age. She knew French since she visited France often and learnt English at a young age and has no accent. Her parents always were fighting and now are divorced.

Nichole is half Guyanese on her Mother's side and half American on her Father's. The only language she knows is English. Her mother died when she was young and she only had vague memories of her, and her dad lives as a widower.

The two weren't exactly best friends but very close, however, they had a bit of a rivalry that they eventually moved past in their late teens.

At SEGA Land during the early 1990's, there was no Amy Rose, Rouge the Bat, Shadow the Hedgehog, Etc. as Amy Rose had just come out and SEGA Land was promoting the recently released Sonic SATAM TV show.

The two friends only liked going to SEGA Land because Nichole's boyfriend worked there at the time and also like to take her nephew there often.

One night the two girls snuck into the building after hours and took the first photo... something went terribly wrong...

20 years later on the anniversary of the last time the two ever saw each other, Meghan went searching... for closure.

The second photo was then shot.

I will try and post most however I just got a job a and will be a bit busy but now that schools out I'll have some free time:)

[jubburb]

Satoru Gojoᡣ𐭩

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As the days go by, you feel softer and frankly quite weaker. Once upon a time, you were a strong sorcerer. Almost as strong as Satoru but.. that was all in the past. You live quietly in the comfort of your own home, keeping a garden in the backyard.

This is what he wanted, a lovely life with you, tending with tiny plants, living in peace. Everything he wanted to experience.

You stood up from your rocking chair, joints aching from the force. You walked towards the sliding door, looking at the garden you've made.

"If only he could've seen this..I miss him"

As you lean against the door, a cold breeze came in, shuddering while you grabbed another blanket.

"This is the best I could've done Satoru, I hope you like it."

The days are getting colder, and so have you. But your love never faded away for the strongest, Satoru Gojo. The love of your life, who died much too early to your liking, left you an ache in your heart.

It's too much to bear, but you hope that someday you'll be able to let go of all of the guilt and live with Satoru in the afterlife. You can't really say you were his one and only, but it's safe to say that you were his partner in life. Forever soulmates, forever bonded.

-Jღ

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Old friend - Mike Schmidt x gn!reader (angst)

Old friend - Mike Schmidt x gn!reader (angst)

TW:Mention of suicide attempts,Mention of abuse,Bit of cursing

The office was thick with tension as Mike met their gaze, the lingering smell of coffee seemingly in line with the general ambience of the room.

While others may have assumed there was a deeper layer of resentment at work, the truth was that there was simple too much pride involved between the two of them to acknowledge any animosity.

Mike spoke up first, voice low and carrying a hint of tension in it, “I’m doing my job perfectly fine, I don’t understand why they brought you in."

They were no strangers to eachother and they had some history too,they knew each other way back in high school,they weren't in good condition now for sure

"You fell asleep on the job"They says looking at Mike with a calm face

“I was resting my eyes…” Mike murmured,annoyed “They look just the same as closed ones, anyway.”

He shifted in his seat, the chair letting off a slight creak. Mike hated this place with a passion, the night-shift being too quiet and lonely for comfort, so he had always taken to having a nap whenever possible. It was a wonder the boss hadn’t caught on by now…but suddenly an old ex-friend of his decides to show up,and get the job just to be with him“You and I have been through this song and dance before…”He said.silence fills the room

"We both fucked up okay?you don't have to always bring up the past"They say,frustrated.Looking down at Mike who is sitting infront of the desk with the cameras to the whole place

“What exactly have I ever done wrong?” Mike demanded, voice low - although more out of his general dislike of speaking.

The truth was, he and them had always been the same,both just as stubborn as each other and too proud to concede on anything.

“I’m not the one who left my responsibilities to chase a boy.” Mike muttered,looking away from their eye trying not to hold eye contact.

Mike and Their fathers really liked each other so they grew up together,but when both of their parents died, something clicked inside of them

They stays quiet for a moment,looking at Mike

"I was going through something too, you know what it was...And yeah I chased a boy! Yeah! I left my whole life behind me for a boy that just ruined me,cheated on me and abused me physically and mentally and I was left broken."They burst out

"I didn't get in contact with you cause I knew that I couldn't even take care of myself not even you and Abby,i didn't wanna give both of you another hard thing, to deal with also with me. When I accepted of what happened I tried helping cause I knew that I could finally help and not just be a distraction"They says,their eyes full of hope

Mike stayed stone-still as he listened to your sudden and lengthy explanation, mind racing with different thoughts and reactions. His own mothers hadn’t been fond of them either, although there weren’t any concrete reasons for their dislike they simply “had a feeling”.

He considered their words for a long moment.he understood their struggle, and understood why they did what they did. But they couldn’t run from your responsibilities when it came to family, and leaving Abby behind didn’t help any.

“You could’ve tried a bit harder.” Mike muttered eventually.

They sigh"mike.listen here, I tried to kill myself a lot in that time but do you know why I didn't do it?Because of you and Abby,cause I knew and thaught that if I'm in a better place of mind I could help and you would accept it"They confesses hardly and a bit harshly,their eyes darting into his trying to not shed a tear

“I understand that….” Mike mumbled, shifting his weight uncomfortably in his seat. He hadn’t known that they had dealt with anything close to that, but now he could see the toll it had taken on them.

Mike didn’t want to seem weak, despite his true thoughts and feelings on the situation, “It’s still not great that you just left us like that. What if I needed you?”

"I would have been a distraction,I couldn't help you or Abby if I didnt know how to help myself,I would have been just another ton of weight on your back for you to worry about"They say,trying to keep their breath steady

“And I wasn’t a distraction to you?” Mike demanded, voice louder than before out of spite.

He couldn’t help but feel hurt by some of their words - they were true, yes, and they had certainly done the right thing by staying away at that time, but it still sucked that they hadn’t kept in touch with him or Abby.

“You left me, and Abby, and we didn’t hear anything from you for years!” Mike pointed out.

"Bullshit,I sent birthday cards and holiday cards everyday with a small stupid qoute on it and my name!"They said fighting for justice ,for mike to realize that they arent that bad that mike think they are

“You think cards meant anything to me? You know Abby, she loved those cards, she used to read them over and over as if they were some kind of message of hope,” Mike said, voice softening.

“But for me? They only served as a reminder that my best friend had left.” Mike murmured.

"I was ashamed of who I was of what have I become,I moved country side,I had food delivery,I had a job that I didn't have to talk to people and stay in my house and just write, I would have never had a thought that maybe I could show up to your guys house"They whisper and admit,they were dreaned at the time,mentally and that made them sick

they wouldnt get out of bed,brush teeth,eat,work out,cook.

do anything.basically.

But Mike didnt know that even after they confess,he would never understand,he saw them just as a person who cut him and Abby out of their life without saying goodbye and now suddenly wants to come back or...

Mike thought about it for a moment, considering their words and what they had gone through.

He knew the feeling of shame, and the weight that accompanied it, and knew how hard it was to escape from that place.

Still, no matter the reason, they had left his only sister for years without a word although they had suffered, what right did they have to do that to not even Mike but Abby?

“Why did you come back?” Mike asked,raising an eyebrow as he looks up at them

"im-..."They sigh"im here to help you guys,i talked to Abbys teacher and im worried and finally i can help"They say

silence.

Mike furrows his eyebrows,a bit of guilt washes over him but he tries to ignore it

"you dont have to accept,if you want me to never talk to you or abby ever again and just keep sending cards,ill do it."They say as they look into his eyes

He sighs"We dont need your help.You can leave"Mike mutters under his breath

They nod and walk out of the office.

The guilt was still on Mikes heart but he didnt trust them now,he didnt want them to come back to their life and then leave like a building

Mike just sat there and thought was he right was he wrong?questions filled his head but his choice was final.he sees them leave throught the cameras,getting into their car ,then driving away...

[delusional-fantasising]

Warning: Angst and Major character death

Do you ever think that Noah would be scared the day he would no longer be young and beautiful, like he is scared that Mirage would stop loving him.

Meanwhile Mirage is internally panicking and struggling not to cry as he notices Noah slowly begin to age. He knows that he would outlive Noah but he can't imagine a world without him.

The autobot is just holding back tears as he spots Noah's first gray hairs, he still finds his boyfriend hot but he knows that slowly Noah's old age leads to them no longer being able to do the things they love.

Soon when Noah gets old, wrinkly and tired all the time, Mirage stays by his side even when the other Autobots advise him to try to leave Noah. Mirage is too loyal, he would be soft and gentle with his old lover. He presses kisses against the saggy warm skin as he gently pets the curly white thin hair.

The day Noah dies is the day Mirage dies, if he dies, Mirage wants to die with him. He can never forget the first person he ever met and fell in love with.

[tyrannosaurusrexxi]

Ote'kan giving Alice a reminder she also has blood on her hands in a very yautja way (aka harshly)

[sporadicsweetswitch]

Trying to find this really old fanfic, please help! Going crazy trying to find it!!. It was little (extremely) angsty and had a sad ending.

All I can remember from it is that it was an AU fanfic where Marinette visits a theme park while she is sick and Adrien is in charge of the rides and works there or is visiting at the same time. They become friends and I think she says "big life, small world" and dies at the end from cancer or something?

I cannot remember the ending fully or the name. Please help!!

[ripmyselfxd]

I thought - (Lamine Yamal)

Warnings- SAD, angst, mean-ish Lamine, suggestive part at the end

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It was the last day of school, and it was your senior year. Lamine, one of your closet friends was at a school game with you, the last game of the year. You were sat next to Lamine, watching as the game starts. Lamine kept glancing at you, something he’s been doing all year. You had been friends since 7th grade and now you’re both graduating, but you’ve liked him ever since 7th grade.

“¡¿Qué?! ¡Eso estuvo tan cerca!” (Aw, what?! That was so close!) Lamine exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. You chuckled at his exclamation, fining it adorable. He looked over at you and laughed, “What?” You out shook your head. “It was just funny.” He leans closer saying, “Oh, was it?” You got a bit flustered but kept with the act. “Yeah..” He chuckled again and leaned away. The heat of his body no longer there.

The game ended in a win by 3 pints, a close game. Everyone started leaving, one by one. When Lamine got up, you grabbed his hand, looking up at him, “Uh, stay for a minute?” He nodded, slightly confused he sat down. “So… why do you want me to stay?” He asked confused. You avoided his gaze, telling yourself not to look at him because you wouldn’t be able to tear your gaze away. “Uh-I-I have a-a confession..” You said, your voice shaking slightly. He smiled and nodded, “Okay,” He said in a cheerful tone, “go on.” You gulped, slowly looking up to meet his beautiful brown eyes. ‘He’s too beautiful’ You thought to yourself. “Uh… I-i,” You decided you would go for it, take the leap of faith. What’s the worst that could happen? You took a deep breath before saying; “Lamine, I have a huge crush on you and I have ever since 7th grade.”

Lamine freezes, his smile turning into something more… cold. “What?” He asked, not in a happy or cheerful voice but a monotone voice. You cleared your throat, repeating yourself. He stayed quiet for about a minute. His expression unreadable. “Uh, I-i don’t like you. I’m sorry but, you’re not my type at all. I don't like… pick me girls..” You froze, trying to show no emotion but failing. “Oh, a p-pick me girl? You think I’m a pick me girl?” You stand up, now furious that your best friend thinks you’re a pick me girl. He immediately tries to take back his words, “W-well I’m just telling the truth..” He said. You chuckled, looking down while saying “Wow, never thought my best friend would say that.” Lamine stayed quiet. A blank expression on his face. “No sorry?” You asked, looking at him with hurt. “I don’t apologize to girls like you.”

This hit a nerve, tears brimming your eyes as Lamine showed no remorse. “I can’t believe I called you my friend!” You run out of the stadium, running to your car, not looking back because you knew Lamine wouldn’t follow you. Though, there was a small part of you that hoped that he was running after you, wanting to fix what he just broke. But you know that was wishful thinking as you got into your car, looking at the stadium before putting your keys in your car and driving off. Crying, you drive home feeling a mix of emotions.

Once you got home you immediately went up to your room, not wanting to talk to your parents in the kitchen. You shut the door, climbing into your bed and crying into your pillow. ‘Why am I so stupid? He could never want ME.’ You thought. Your thoughts soon started to consume you, making you feel even worse. You felt like throwing up. Yes, you didn’t have to go back to school tomorrow because you just graduated but the thought sickened you.

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A couple of days later you where still laid in your bed, watching heartbreak movies and eating ice cream and Chick-fil-A. There is a knock on your bedroom door, “Come in!” You called out to the person. ‘Surely it’s not Lamine~’ you thought. It can’t be.

Like any cheesy romance fiction, it was Lamine.

He opened the door, guilt and pain was plastered on his face. Your face hardened, and you went back to watching the movie. “What do you want?” You asked in a cold voice, not bothering to look at him. He looked down, standing in the doorway he spoke “I-I wanted to say sorry. That was rude of me.” You scoffed, getting out of bed and walking over to him. “Look at me.” You said sternly. He did. “You think a ‘sorry’ fixed what YOU broke?” He shakes his head, looking at you with a guilty expression. “Sorry doesn’t fix a shattered plate.” He winced at your sentence, now feeling even worse than before. “I know that. But I want to try.” He grabbed your hands, his grip firm but soft. “Please, don’t shut me out… I-I love you..”

That was a lie. He had his lying face on. This was all a lie, a lie to get you to be his friend. A lie to become ‘popular’ again.

“No.” He smirked, backing you up against the wall, “What do you mean ‘no’?” You took a deep breath, “No, you just want me to make you popular again.” He rolls his eyes, “Nah, I love you~” he started to kiss your neck, going to your collarbone. You pushed him away and motioned to the door, “Out. I don’t fall for playboys.” His smirked dropped and he backed away “You’ll be coming back to me in a week, just you wait.” He said while heading towards the door. “I won’t.” You responded, confident, “And good job, you lost your friend.” You shut the door in his face, locking it for extra measure. You then went back to your bed and continued watching movies, while Lamine was outside, in the rain, shocked, and confused. ‘Sorry doesn’t fix a shattered plate.’

[i-feel-like-eat1ng-stars]

Been balls deep in this Hellaverse hyperfixation so here, have some Angel Dust angst inspired by something I found on Pinterest

[cityzenchick]

That moment when ....... following an earlier row between you and Ruben, he had stormed out out of his flat, upset that you had been so short-fused with him as he was about to leave for a match ...... after half an hour of sobbing tears of pure frustration, you knew it was actually you that had over reacted, so, feeling guilty, you hastily rushed to your car and drove as fast as you could to the Etihad ........ you literally ran into the building to try and speak to him before the match .... and when you eventually spotted him following Kalvin down the corridor, you called out his name to get his attention ...... he turned abruptly, his eyes meeting yours, and he gave you a stern icy glare before turning away and continuing to follow the rest of the squad ...... that look left you feeling broken ....... and you knew he wasn't ready to forgive you .......

.... until much later when you were just leaving your best friend's house (you had gone there straight from the Etihad needing hugs and reassurance from your bestie) ........ outside you were met with your impossibly handsome boyfriend sitting in his car, his head tilted as he wound the window down, looking at you with apologetic puppy dog eyes that let you know that he too was sorry and everything was going to be okay ........

[icycoldninja]

Hey, love your DMC fanfics, can I request DMC5 Dante with sweet and kind s/o in her twenties, meeting fem reader parents who are really strict, conservative and lil abusive especially the reader's mother. They have weird ideas of purity for women and are very patriarchal.

Hello, hope you're well. Thank you very much, I am more than honored that you enjoy my writing. I am afraid to say that I have chosen to omit several aspects of your request as I wish for this blog and all material posted on it to remain free from political and social reform-related biases. In order to preserve the intended mood of the piece, I have replaced the aforementioned omitted material with synonymous themes, as needed. I understand that this may be disappointing to you, and for that, I apologize. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this fanfiction and that you have a fruitful and productive day. Thank you for your patience and leniency.

Terrible idea (DMC5! Dante x Fem!Abused!Reader)

TW: Controlling parents, violence, and implications of physical abuse incoming; if you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI.

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You sighed, resting your cheek on your palm as you stared out the car window, absently watching the blurred scenery rush by. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your hands felt clammy; you couldn't believe this was actually happening.

For context, today was the day Dante had agreed to meet your your parents. Normally, this would be a joyous occasion, but in this case, it was terrifying because your parents were less than pleasant, to say the least. They hated the idea of you leaving their (abusive) household so much, they did everything they could to make your relationships--be they friendships or otherwise--crumble. At first, they'd attempted to keep you isolated, but now you had a job, and therefore, your own house, which was conveniently far, far away from theirs, so there was nothing they could do. Their only remaining tactic was to embarrass you and insult anyone you brought to see them until your guest left, either in disgust or awkwardness. The only reason Dante lasted as long as he did was because he'd never met them--you'd kept their existence a secret from him and his existence from them up until this point.

You hadn't wanted to bring Dante to meet them, but he'd insisted. Because his parents weren't alive anymore, he was unable to introduce you to them; to make up for it, he'd meet your parents instead. You never told him how horrible your folks were, however, and were seriously regretting it now, but he was so excited--you just couldn't burst his bubble like that. Maybe, hopefully, things would go well today.

"Hey, babe, you OK?" Dante asked, briefly glancing in your direction.

"Yeah," You sighed, turning and smiling at him.

"You sure? You don't sound ok."

"I...I'm fine, don't worry."

"Ok...well...we're almost there, according to the GPS."

You nodded, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, not really sure what to say. You honestly didnt want to be going to your parents' house; Dante didn't need to get involved in your family issues any more than he needed to.

"Come on, I see that frown. You can tell me if something's wrong, y'know," Dante encouraged, patting your shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong," You responded, forcing another smile. "I'm fine." Dante would have pursued the conversation, but there was a sharp turn coming up that he needed to focus on. Once he rounded the curve, you spotted the a building in the distance; a familiar building that you recognized as your parents house; the building that had never been your home.

"This your folks' place?" Dante asked, and when you nodded, a big grin broke out on his face. It was clear he was excited to meet those who had "raised" you. It was a shame he had no idea how awful they truly were. "Alright," He exclaimed, grinning, "Let's go meet the people that raised my angel!" He flung the car door open and bounded out out it, with you slowly following suit. Poor Dante. He had no idea what waited for him there, and it was all because of your weakness. Now that you were literally on the threshold of hell itself, you felt so upset with yourself for not warning him earlier; for being so selfish and keeping the truth a secret from him. You were sure that after today, he wouldn't want to be with you anymore, and so, you decided to simply accept your fate and get on with it; maybe the day would pass by quicker if you pretended to enjoy it.

Your anxiety and fear reaching its peak, you rung the doorbell and waited for the door to swing open; waited to be greeted with the frowning faces of those horrible monsters you couldn't believe you called your parents.

Sure enough, the door creaked open, and you were met with your mother, a scowl plastered across her wrinkling face.

"Y/N," She greeted, stiffly, prompting you to force a smile.

"Good afternoon, mother." Your mother then turned her attention to Dante and narrowed her eyes at him.

"And who's this?"

"My...umm....my..." You words died in your throat; your mother's scrutinizing gaze silencing you. You sighed, folding your arms and averting your gaze. Thinking you were just too excited to function properly, Dante eagerly piped up and finished your sentence.

"I'm her man, name's Dante, nice to meet ya!" He stuck his hand out, expecting your mother to shake it, but she did no such thing.

"What? A boyfriend? Are you crazy? We told you never to get a boyfriend--you don't deserve one! " She yelled, her piercing, fiery gaze directed on you. "Answer me, girl, what were you thinking?!" You couldn't. You felt like there was a burning lump in your throat, preventing you from speaking. If you did, you were sure you would cry. You knew this was a bad idea. What were you thinking indeed, coming here and bringing Dante with you? Clearly angry at your lack of a response, your mother crossed over to you and slapped you across the face. "What has gotten into you, child? How dare you disobey us and bring this filthy troll to our doorstep?! How dare you?!" Suddenly, your mother seized you by the arm and began beating you with her bony, yet painful fists; his vise-like grip keeping you in place even though you screamed in pain and tried to get away.

"Stop it, let go of her!" Shouted Dante, forcing your mother away and standing between the two of you. You sobbed, clinging onto his arm as you desperately tried to wipe away your tears.

"Get out of my way, you have no right to stand between me and my daughter!"

"She ain't your daughter if you hit her like that--the hell you thinking?! What was that even for?!"

"Shut the fuck up, you worthless loser," Retorted your mother, spitefully. "You have no right telling me how to parent my child.

"She's not your child if you treat her like this," Dante said, coldly. "Come on, babe, let's get outta here." He wrapped his arm around you and tried to guide you away, but you remained still.

"I'm sorry, Dante," You said, still crying. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I'm so, so sorry--I should have told you about them sooner."

"And what's that supposed to mean, young lady?!" Demanded your father, striding into view in his usual stained shirt. "And who the fuck is this?"

"Her boyfriend," Growled your mother, turning her nose up in disgust. "A bad influence, too." Your father grunted, roughly grabbing your wrist and jerking you towards the house.

"That's easily taken care of. Get outta here, loser, you'll never see my daughter again." You turned and looked at the angry expression on Dante's face, wishing you had the strength to stand up for yourself and break free. Unfortunately, you didn't; you were too afraid to do anything. You could only watch as your horrible parents dragged you inside their house of horrors and slammed the doors in your boyfriend's face.

Once again, you found yourself questioning your thought processes that led you to set foot within a 40 mile radius of your parents' lair.

You knew it; you felt it in your bones and your gut, but you did it anyway.

You were such an idiot.

This really was a terrible idea.