#anyways i'm sobbing and shaking and feeling terrible and guilty

[tomhorsery]

Nat comforting you when you didn't got accepted in your dream school because they already had enough students/were full

So, so sorry.

Natalie Scatorccio x Female! Reader

Warnings: she’s a smoker that’s about it.

Content under the cut-

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“I’m so sorry… They’re just stupid old men.” Nat took the letter from your hands and crumpled it up, tossing it across the room. It hit the wall before quickly falling to the floor.

Her touch was warm as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. Natalie’s arms tightened around you, as if she could sense your thoughts spiraling out of control.

"It doesn't define you," she whispered, her breath a warm tickle against your ear.

"You're so much more than this." But it felt like a lie. This had been your dream for as long as you could remember. And now, it was being ripped away from you.

As the reality of the rejection settled over you, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of desperation.

This couldn't be it, could it? There had to be more, something more out there for you.

But as you stood there, wrapped in Natalies arms and staring blankly at the wall, you couldn't help but wonder... what now? What came next? Because for the first time in your life, you didn't have an answer.

As the minutes passed, You started to feel a sob rising up in your throat, choking you. You tried to hold it back, but it escaped with a raw sound.

“Hey! No, don’t cry… it’s okay…” Natalie stroked your hair, her touch gentle and soothing. "It's just a college," she whispered, her voice soft and comforting. "It's not the end of the world."

As you cried, you could feel a spark of anger ignite within you. This wasn't fair. You had worked so hard, given up so much. You had deserved this more than any of those rich fucks in that stupid college. And yet, they had still rejected you.

To calm you down Natalie kissed your cheek softly, her lips a warm press against your skin. "You're going to be okay," she whispered, her breath a gentle tickle against your ear. "This is just a setback. You'll get through this, I promise." Her words were soft and soothing, but then her breath hit your face again and you got a big whiff.

“Shit Natalie… your breath smells like cigarettes” I giggled through the tears and pulled back from her embrace.

Natalie’s eyes widened in surprise, a flush rising to her cheeks. "Oh, shit," she muttered, her hand flying to her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, I forgot to brush my teeth after my walk." She looked at you, her expression guilty.

"I know I shouldn't be smoking, you told me it's a terrible habit. and you’ve told me to stop..." She trailed off, shaking her head.

"Anyway, that's not important right now. What's important is you."

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Yellowjackets requests: OPEN!

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[born-to-lose]

In my depressed era again <3

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I'm Yours, You're Mine | 7

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: yandere!felix, sub!felix, dom!felix, sub!reader, dom!reader, mentions of violence, character death, drugging, noncon, breeding kink, binding, doggy

GIF CREDIT @christopherbanq

You wake up in a warm embrace, surrounded by the sweet, vanilla scent of Felix. Opening your eyes, you’re met with the splatter of his freckles that seem to glow under the sunlight. Everything feels perfect. It feels right, and you wish you could stay in this moment forever, protected from all that has happened or will happen. But you can’t, the memories of last night’s darkness creep around the corners of the brightly lit room, seeping the warmth out of it until everything is plunged into darkness.

Felix opens his eyes, his bright sparkling eyes, unaware of the darkness surrounding him, his ignorance protecting him. But his light diminishes as his gaze focuses on you.

“Noona, why are you crying?” He asks, arms pulling you even closer to him to the point where you don’t know where your skin ends and his begins.

“Chan…” You sputter, little sobs rattling your chest now. Felix frowns sharply, “Did he do something to you?”

You shake your head, your tears now flowing down your cheeks. “He’s in the hospital. Someone attacked us while we were coming back from the cinema yesterday.”

Felix bolts upright, pushing you at an arm’s length and scrutinizing every inch of your body. “Are you hurt?”

“No, but Chan is.” You wail, throwing your arms around him and burying your face in his shoulder. “He’s hurt really bad.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” For the first time, Felix doesn’t comfort you, his body rigid in your embrace and you hesitantly pull back to look at him. He is completely still, a numb look on his face. And you suddenly realize how thoughtless you’ve been. Despite their fight, Felix and Chan have been best friends for years, way before you met either of them. You should’ve told him as soon as it happened.

“Is he going to be okay?” His lips quiver as he speaks, his eyes terrified and looking through yours for help, and you could smack yourself for being so selfish.

“Oh, baby.” You breathe, pulling him into your embrace again. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.”

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He wasn’t.

Chan hasn’t woken up by the time you both visit him in the hospital, and the doctors were giving you vague responses every time you tried to ask about his condition--if he’s going to be okay, if he’s even gonna make it--and that petrifies you.

“We’re doing the best we can, but I can’t say anything for certain. He’s in a really bad condition.” The doctor informs you after you’d asked for the millionth time. You nod heavily and he lets you know that he’ll be there if there is anything else you need before he leaves. Yeah, right. The doctors were basically running from you at this point. You weren’t stupid. You knew what it meant.

“Thank you, doctor.” You mumble. You feel guilty, like this is all your fault for wishing for Felix to come back, like somehow this had been a bargain by a cruel god, giving you Felix back but taking Chan away.

As soon as the doctor leaves, Felix falls to the floor beside the bed sobbing. You run to him and wrap your arms around him and he immediately leans into your touch. “I did this.” He wails and your body goes stiff, your breath stuck in your throat, choking you.

But then he continues, “I wished for this the night he threw me out. I was so angry at him, but I never wanted it to really happen.”

Your body turns to jelly, the fear that had gripped it was so intense that it left no energy in its wake, and you can’t even caress Felix’s back to comfort him.

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The police interview you over and over, asking you to remember if there is something about the man who mugged you that you’re forgetting that could help identify him. You don’t have to force yourself to remember, you see him in your dreams every night, and every night you wake up screaming, poor Felix having to comfort you and kiss you back to sleep, never once complaining.

Through it all, those few agonizing days, you held a terrible secret close to your chest. You felt wretched just thinking about it, but you couldn’t help it. You knew he was going to die anyway. You just wished it would happen sooner than later so you could properly grieve instead of being stuck in this fake limbo, pretending like you think he’s going to make it, even to Felix, so that he wouldn’t completely break down.

You go to visit him less and less until you stop completely, which doesn’t paint you in a very favorable light in front of law enforcement or the doctors, letting Felix go on his own to the hospital every day. But fuck them. What do they know about the pain you’re going through? The guilt?

When it finally happens, you can’t believe it. They say he coded in the night and they tried to do everything to save him, even brought him back a couple of times, but it was ultimately useless. He was gone.

You had to see him for yourself to believe it. You went alone. Felix couldn’t bear to look at his best friend’s now dead body. He begged you not to go but you needed to.

As you gaze across his face, you’re thrust back to that night. You had heard that dead people often have a peaceful look on their face, but Chan didn’t look peaceful. It almost looks angry, accusatory, asking you why you weren’t there for him.

He doesn’t forgive you, but it’s okay. You don’t forgive yourself either.

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The case officially turned into a murder investigation following Chan’s death. His body was handed over to the coroner to do an autopsy and try to gather any forensic evidence left, but neither yielded much information, and the police had no leads.

Soon, the case turned cold.

As for you, you had moved in with Felix,, unable to step back into your apartment without Chan. Fearing that in doing so you’d be acknowledging that he’s gone, and then his spirit would remember to come back to haunt you.

Felix takes such good care of you, even though he’s the one who has the right to be hurt more. He stuck around you all the time, making you feel safe and comforting you. He also kept his distance as much as he could. You could tell he wanted to seek comfort in your body, to help each other through this pain, but you were selfish as always. You only let him comfort you. You never comforted him back.

As the months passed, Felix started getting more and more needy, making you feel even more wretched even though he never said anything. He loved you and you loved him, but Chan’s death had pushed a wedge between you. You couldn’t touch the younger boy without feeling guilty. It felt like you were cheating on Chan more than you ever did before, and so you kept Felix at a distance.

For his part, Felix never outright made an advance on you, respecting your need to grieve, but you could tell from the boner he’d get every time you kissed him even a sweet innocent little kiss or put your arms around him that he needed more, and it made you feel even more horrible. You couldn’t help Chan when he was alive and now you can’t help Felix. You felt like the most selfish fucking human being in the world.

So when you’re woken up from sleep one night, feeling hot and with something hard poking against your ass, you decide to finally give back.

“Noona...” Felix whimpers into your ear, nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck, making goosebumps erupt along your body. You weren’t ready to go all the way yet but at least you could give him some release.

Turning on your back, you guide him to straddle you and let yourself slip into the right headspace. "You dirty little thing, humping your noona in her sleep?"

His eyes light up when he realizes that for the first time in a long time, you’re reciprocating, and he sighs in relief, starting to grind his hips against yours. Tantalizing, you lower the straps of your nightgown, a delicate pink satin piece that Felix bought for you, to expose your tits for him. He hums appreciatively, reaching out to touch, but you slap his hand away. “Only look.”

He shudders, nodding, and humps against you faster. "Noona, please, fuck me. Fuck your dumb baby."

"No whining." You reprimand, lifting his shirt up to his mouth and he obediently bites on it, muffling his noises. With the shirt up, his boxers are exposed, and you watch as every time he thrusts forward, the tip of his dick pokes out from his boxers, red and leaking. “And I thought you’d thank me for being so nice to a pervert like you.”

Felix pants around the fabric in his mouth, his dick dripping over your panties. Placing your hand on his ass, you feel the muscle clench and relax as he ruts desperately against you. “Is this how you wanna fuck noona? You think your little dick can make me feel good?”

He pushes the shirt out of his mouth with his tongue and babbles. “I can noona. Just let me put it inside.” He grabs his dick and runs the head of it over your clothed slit, making you shiver at the stimulation. Then he pushes the head against your hole but is prevented from pushing in because of the underwear “Just let me put it in, noona.”

“You’re a greedy little kitten aren’t you? Put your hands up to your chest, kitty.” You order, and he reluctantly obeys. “Now stick your tongue out and pant for me.”

He does so with a flush, looking like a cat in heat. Absolutely filthy.

“That’s it. That’s a good, boy. Putting on a show for noona.”

He nods happily, high off the praise you’re giving him. "I'm gonna cum for you noona. Watch me cum for you."

“I’m looking, little whore. Cum for me.” You purr, cupping handfuls of his ass as you encourage his now sloppy thrusts.

Felix cries out, cum spurting out of the tip of his cock and landing on your pretty silk nightgown. You tut disappointedly, “Look at the mess you made, kitten. You ruined my nightgown with your filthy cum.”

“I’m sorry, noona.” Felix pants, not looking sorry at all. In fact, he looks enraptured by the sight in front of him. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

He falls over your chest, suckling on your breasts gently as his breathing slows down and becomes deep as he falls asleep.

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That’s how things go for a long while. Just you helping Felix take the edge off without actually going all the way. You can tell he’s disappointed. He must’ve thought that this was the start of you reigniting your relationship, but you still can’t get yourself to be there for him in the way he needs you. And despite you acting romantically together and going on dates, you never officially acknowledged that you are in a relationship, and you can tell that this, more than anything, hurt him the most.

You feel pity and self-hate fill you up as you play with the boy’s hair, his head resting on your lap.

“How do you like the cocktail?” Felix asks lazily, taking you out of your thoughts.

You blink and take another sip of the drink he made you, appreciating the taste on your tongue. It’s actually pretty good, and you tell him exactly that. “But it seems quite strong. I’m a little lightheaded already. What’s in it, kitten?”

Felix giggles as he presses a finger to his mouth, making a shushing sound. “It's a secret.”

You smile fondly at him, soaking up his laughter along with the afternoon son, the calming rhythm of lix's breathing and the strong drink making you feel sleepy. You decide you’re gonna ask him if he’d like to take a nap with you, but before you can form your words, you abruptly get much sleepier, your eyelids turning to lead as they struggle to stay open to the world spinning around you.

You finally manage a little groan, attracting Felix’s attention. He looks up at you in question and his curious eyes are the last thing you see before it all goes black

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You wake up feeling hot and sticky. Groggily coming to, you blurrily see a mop of blonde hair over your exposed chest and feel wetness over your nipples. Despite your heavy head, you can immediately tell it’s Felix, and your thoughts trudge along as you try to think of what you were doing last but the memory is too fuzzy.

You’re easily distracted when you feel his moans against your skin as he kisses and suckles on your breasts, his hips dragging over your thigh needily. You try to move your hands to push him away, confused and mad that he is touching you without permission, but you only hear the sound of metal clanking as your hands stay above your head, and with a panic, you realize that you were shackled to the bed.

At the sound, Felix lifts his head up and smiles at you sweetly, as if nothing about this was weird. “Noona, you’re awake!”

You stare at him in bewilderment, and he finally realizes what’s wrong. Sheepishly, he explains, “I’m sorry. You were taking so long to wake up and I couldn’t help myself.”

His words don’t really make the situation much clearer. "What is happening? Why am I bound?"

He smiles, moving up your body so his nose is touching yours. "You've been bad noona, rejecting me for so long. I tried to wait. I tried to be good for you but you still kept rejecting me. So I decided to push things along a little."

"What?" You ask, throat dry.

"I put a sedative in your drink so you'd pass out and I can play with you." He explains cheerily, like that was a completely normal and benign thing to do.

"What the fuck, Felix?” You shout, pulling on your shackles in alarm. “You're crazy."

"Crazy over you." He giggles, pinning your hands to the bed so you wouldn’t struggle. “Now stop or you’ll hurt yourself.”

“You’re the one who is hurting me!”

He frowns. “Don’t say that, noona. I’ve been taking good care of you, haven’t I?”

“And you think that gives you the right to drug and assault me?”

His frown deepens at that, all air of playfulness gone from around him. “Stop. Saying. That.” He grits, “I can’t assault you when you’re mine.”

He leans back and palms at your breasts greedily, his thumbs brushing over your wet buds, and you struggle to not arch up into his touch, a fresh wave of arousal sticking your shorts to your pussy even more. “You’re so perfect, noona.”

"Let me go." You cry, gradually getting more and more panicked.

"I'll never let you go again." His voice is gruff and it sends a shiver down your spine as he rubs his fingers over your clit coarsely. “So stop this or you’ll make me really angry, noona.”

You still immediately, thinking back on what he did last time he got mad. You could still feel the suffocation gripping your throat.

“If you’re wet, noona. I’ll know you want me too.” He pulls back from your chest and slowly peels your shorts down your legs, a gasp escaping him when he is undoubtedly greeted by your underwear sticking to your slick, puffy lips in arousal. “I knew it. Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

He grabs the top of your panties, pulling them up so they’d rub over your pussy, teasing you and delighting in watching you involuntarily squirm. “You’re so sensitive, noona.”

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” He slinks your panties down your legs then pulls your thighs up, spreading your legs wide for him, and moaning out in appreciation. “Ah, fuck, noona…so hot.”

His fingers slowly rub over your exposed, drenched pussy, driving you crazy with the deliberate, wide strokes. You have to fight hard to not close your legs around him. “Want more, noona?”

You bite down on your tongue. You won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting it out loud. Resolutely, his fingers trail down your pussy and into your warm, tight heat, and you can’t fight back the gasp that is ripped from you. You shake as his fingers ever so slowly pump in and out of you. And when he puts his mouth on you, your moans flow out, not caring anything for your ego.

Felix moans into your pussy, eating you out slowly too, maddening slow as if he was kissing you. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue on you make you burn in shame and arousal.

He stays between your legs a long time, driving you mad, his tongue deliberately moving along your folds and and his lips sucking on your sensitive skin, while his fingers stay inside your pussy and relentlessly but equally as slowly rub against that sweet spot inside you. You feel the burn gradually build in your body, it fries your brain and by the time you cum, your entire nervous system is on fire.

He climbs up your body, looking down at you with the most fucked out look on his pretty face, his eyes absolutely glazed over with lust as he bucks his crotch against you and kisses your mouth the same way he did your pussy. You taste yourself on him so clearly it feels like the taste is imprinted on his tongue forever.

Pulling away, a trail of saliva and cum connects your lips. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Let me go, baby.” You coax gently, hoping he won’t get upset if you’re sweet. “Let me go and I'll fuck you."

He shakes his head, "I know you're lying to me, noona. I know I have to break you in first before I let you go."

You pale, bile rising up your throat at the ominous words. "Break me in… how?"

"You’ll see." He giggles, craning your neck up and kissing your skin harshly, growling in between the sloppy kisses, "But when you're over those worthless boys, maybe you can fuck me again. I hate being a bad boy but this is the only way to make you see."

Pulling back from your stinging neck, he presses his dick to your entrance. Your pussy spasms around the tip of his dick, and he chuckles deeply. “Look how needy your pussy is for me. Noona was wasting time being a little slut and letting those bastards touch her when she could've had me." He says reproachfully, as if you were a misbehaving child, and it makes your anger flare up and overpower your fear.

"I don't want you, you freak." You spit out and he slaps you, hard, the force of it busting your lip open. Taking a deep break, he calms himself down and smiles again. "Now that's not very nice, noona. After all I've done for you." He leans down and licks at the drop of blood that sprung from your lip, moaning at the taste.

"You made me wait for so long, noona. I can't wait anymore." He shakes a little, as if it really was hurting him physically to hold back. Pushing into you, he lets out a shuddering cry. "I love you so much. You're finally mine."

You arch your back as he buries himself all the way inside of you, and he takes that opportunity to bend down and pluck one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimper against him, making him speed up his thrusts.

“I’m making you feel good, aren’t I, noona?” He grunts, keeping your legs wide open as he fucks into you but you don’t reply, angering him. Suddenly, you’re flipped onto your stomach, and he pushes himself between your spread legs so you can't close them, plunging his dick back inside you. “You will not ignore me, noona. I will not allow it.”

He steadies himself on both sides of you and leans over you, trapping you under him and fucking you hard and slow, trying to get as deep inside you as possible despite his size and making you shiver as his dick drags against your walls. He gradually speeds up, his dick gliding easily over the track it made, overwhelming your poor pussy.

He fucks you so well, and you’re entirely, completely ashamed of how good it feels. It seems like he is intent on humiliating you, his dick hitting the sweet spot inside of you perfectly with each thrust, and your pussy keeps clenching around him more and more as the sound of your flesh smacking together fills the room. You’re transfixed under him, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open with your back perfectly arched to receive his thrusts, and soon, he grunts into your ear, "I'm so close."

Your eyes snap open urgently. “Pull out. I'm not on birth control. You can’t cum inside me." You explain hastily. You had stopped taking the pill ever since Chan had passed away. You weren’t fucking Felix so you felt no need to take it.

"I know, noona." He says and you almost sigh in relief, fully expecting Felix to whine but pull out. But to your horror, he continues, "Gonna breed you so you'll never leave me again."

Your breath catches in your throat and your nerves go numb. You sob, “Felix, please no. Pull out, baby please. I won’t leave. I’ll stay.”

“You will.” He promises you, and doesn’t pull back. Instead, fucking you harder and spanking your ass as he grunts loudly, "Take it like a good noona."

He empties himself inside of you, his hot cum flooding your pussy, and to your great shame, that pushes you to cum too, your pussy milking him obediently. He praises you happily, "Good noona, taking all my cum. Your pussy knows you belong to me."

You think he’ll be done now, having fucked you and filled you up. But to your horror, he turns you on your side and embraces you from behind. Lifting one leg up in the air, he starts fucking you again. With how wet you were and his previous ejaculation, wet lewd sounds fill the room along with his low grunts and your breathless gasps.

He spends the whole night fucking you, taking you in every position conceivable and making sure to empty every little drop inside of you, apologizing for being a bad boy and promising you that he'll take any punishment you give him once you’re pregnant with his baby and he can be sure you'll stay.

The worst part is that he makes sure you cum too, seeming intent on not allowing you any space to later claim like you didn’t enjoy yourself, murmuring praises into your ear every time you orgasm. "Good noona, cumming around my cock. Kitty is so happy with you. You wanna cum again?"

You are almost passed out when he’s done fucking you. Leaving you used up and sprawled out on the bed, he gets up to retrieve something. When he gets back on the bed, you purposefully don’t look at him, expecting him to now try to suck up to you and get you to forgive him.

But he doesn’t say anything and you suddenly jolt at the sharp sting you feel along your inner thigh. You look down in horror to see felix carving something with a knife onto your skin. His own name.

You shout and begin to struggle, only to quickly realize that you shouldn't be moving around with a sharp knife so close to your genitals, and Felix is aware of that too. He ignores your tearful pleas and pained screams until he’s all done. Brandishing the now bloody knife, he whispers conspiratorially, “Wanna know something, noona?”

You don’t reply but he doesn’t care, smiling as he pushes the knife to your throat. “This is the knife I used to stab Jisung.” Your stomach drops and your blood beats frenziedly against the knife pressed to your skin. “It’s also the same knife I used to kill Chan.”

You stay frozen in place, not even breathing, not even blinking.

"I didn't want to kill him. I really loved him. He was the only one I was willing to share you with but he left me no choice.” He goes on, pouting slightly as if he was lamenting losing his favorite mug. “But it’s better this way. Now you’re all mine. And once you're broken in, I'll let you use this to mark me up too."

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A/N: let me know what you think of the ending. I love to hear it!

[erekiosuncreativeideas]

Painfully Pointless (AHIT oneshot)

A birthday gift for @habijob, the creator of @queens-nightmare. (I'm so late, I should have posted the rest of the gifts way earlier hhhhHHH)

Summary : "A while ago, Snatcher had given the Queen the task to unfreeze everything, and of course she vehemently agreed. However, what he hadn’t planned was that she was also just as stubborn when it came to unfreeze the numerous corpse all around Subcon.

It wasn’t part of the original task, and the shade made sure she had understood that… But she kept telling him she wanted to do it. Although, unsurprisingly… She didn’t seem to want to be alone when doing it. Snatcher had an idea why: deep down, she must have realized how pointless it was too. However, denial was a powerful thing, just like hope was."

Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/32162935

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Snatcher knew it was pointless, and of course he had told Vanessa about that– but she hadn’t listened to him. Sure, she was determined, but while it all started with that, the ghost knew it would end in sobs and cries. Still, there they were, in front of the manor.

A while ago, Snatcher had given the Queen the task to unfreeze everything, and of course she vehemently agreed. However, what he hadn’t planned was that she was also just as stubborn when it came to unfreeze the numerous corpse all around Subcon. It wasn’t part of the original task, and the shade made sure she had understood that… But she kept telling him she wantedto do it. Although, unsurprisingly… She didn’t seem to want to be alone when doing it. Snatcher had an idea why: deep down, she must have realized how pointless it was too. However, denial was a powerful thing, just like hope was.

-“I already asked you that, but,” he paused, looking away with a frown that showed how conflicted he was about the whole thing: “Are you sure you want to do this?” he glanced back to the Vanessa, who nodded decidedly.

-“I have to,” was what she merely replied, before pushing the doors open. The ghost’s frown deepened as he followed her inside, his mind still full of terrible memories of this place. In any case, he kept his mouth shut. Without a word, she and Snatcher gathered all the statues in the same place: the entrance. Once they were done, the Queen moved closer to one of them.

Not a human’s, but a bushcat’s.

It was terrifying to think that all of these statues used to be alive, used to be actual people walking and talking… A long time ago, Snatcher had made sure to do his part in Subcon, unfreezing the children’s corpses and burying them respectfully.

And that was why he knew why Vanessa’s hopes in that regard were all pointless. Dead people never came back to life, and he knew that from experience. However, he hadn’t been that direct with Vanessa, which… Was a bit cruel, in its own way. Yet, he wasn’t sure if that would discourage her anyway. It hadn’t when he himself unfroze the poor children, and if she was as stubborn as he was…

Slowly, Vanessa knelt in front of the frozen bushcat and brought her trembling hands to it. She was hesitating, and the ghost was sure that she was afraid of what was going to happen. He wasn’t really surprised… He had been in her shoes years ago. But despite that, the woman took a deep breath, readying herself for what was to come. She closed her eyes and frowned, visibly focused on the task at hand. Soon enough, the ice started to melt and water drops fell to the wooden floor, staining it. It didn’t take so long for the Queen to unfreeze the poor animal, the texture of ice on her hands replaced by the soft touch of leaves… But as soon as said animal was free from its ice prison, it fell down to the side, unmoving and not breathing. Its eyes were lost into space and it was clear that life had been gone from this small and frail body for a very, verylong time.

A shocked gasp left the woman’s mouth as her mind was forced to realize that yes, it was too late, way too late. All of these statues, these people… They were dead. The only thing that was left of them was their fleshy, icy shell of a body.

Horror spread on the Queen’s features as she leaned closer, her hands shaking hard. She didn’t want to believe it, he knew that, he had been there too- but there wasn’t anything they could do anymore. Still, tears filled her eyes and she lightly touched the animal, sobs leaving her mouth as she muttered a series of “no, no, no, please, no…!”

The sight was a difficult one for Snatcher. It was like re-experiencing something he wished he could forget… But it was also hard to see Vanessa feeling so guilty over something she did while being controlled by a merciless entity. He wanted to tell her it wasn’t her fault- and it wasn’t, but he was aware that wouldn’t help. All of these ice statues… It was a chilling reminder of how dangerous her powers were and how deadly they had been to so many people, even if she hadn’t been herself when doing it. No matter what he’d say, she wouldn’t listen, just like she hadn’t when she decided to unfreeze everyone. And so… Without saying anything, he just put his hands over her shoulders, trying to comfort her the best way he could- but then, as if woken up from her trance, she span towards him and hugged him tightly. He could feel her icy tears touching him as she sobbed, crying and screaming how she was so sorry, how she wished she could just go back and avoid the freezing… The shade hugged her back, frowning more as he glared into space:

-“It wasn’t your fault,” he told her, patting her back as she cried against him: “you know that.”

-“I did this! It is my fault!” she protested, and he kept brushing her back. No words would help her to feel better in this moment. What she had witnessed had deeply shocked her, reminding her of the Subcon tragedy. And while she hadn’t caused the freezing out of her own free will… It wasn’t so surprising she blamed herself so much for it.

… While there was actually a person responsible for the murder of the villagers.

“I’m going to make him pay,” Snatcher thought with determination, holding Vanessa tighter: “I won’t let him hurt anyone.”

His eyes glanced back to Vanessa and his expression softened at the sight.

-“You can go outside if you want,” he offered, his voice a bit calmer: “I’ll take care of everything.”

He felt her shaking her head and, slowly, she stepped back, breaking the hug:

-“… No,” she retorted, her voice breaking from all of her crying: “I want to do this. I have to,” she insisted and Snatcher didn’t push the argument further. Maybe this was her way of coping… Though it was a very painful one, he had to admit that much.

One by one, she unfroze the statues, holding back her tears as she recognized the people she had known in the past. The ghost had offered to unfreeze some of them himself, “to be done with that whole thing faster”, but she had refused. Surely she had guessed this was his way of saying he could help, but it seemed like she was really determined on fixing what she had done years ago.

Well… Is this could be considered as “fixing“.

It took them a good hour to finish unfreezing everyone and soon, there were several rows of corpses on the floor, all lying down with their hands crossed over them. Vanessa remained silent for a moment and, before Snatcher could say anything, she crouched down next to each corpse, closing their eyes as gently as she could.

-“I’m sorry,” she whispered to them: “I’m really sorry,” before going to the next person and repeating the same words and gestures. The shade watched her without saying anything, knowing she was trying really hard to apologize for what she had done- but then again, it hadn’t been her fault. It was someone else’s.

When she was done, she stood up and took a few deep breaths, probably resisting the urge to cry again. The ghost hesitated, not really sure if he should say anything. After what seemed to be a few minutes of respectful silence, the Queen turned around and looked at him, tears still in her eyes:

-“Will you help me bury them?” she asked him softly. The answer was obvious and Snatcher nodded his head, floating closer to one of the corpses:

-“Yeah,” he murmured, picking up someone who used to be a servant of the Royal Family. He carried the person to the door and glanced back at the sorrowful woman: “We need to get them outside first.”

Vanessa nodded dutifully and picked the bushcat from earlier, the first being she had unfrozen. Holding it tightly against her chest, she joined the ghost and opened the doors, her face full of regrets and sadness.

-“Let’s do it,” she concluded before making the first step outside, one that was the continuation of her attempt at “fixing” things as much as she could given the irreversible circumstances. Then again… This was her way of coping.

A painful, pointless way of coping, but one nonetheless.

[stubbedbakutoes]

Get a Clue

In which Bakugou only smiles around the people he wants to be around, and his girl (y/n) isn't one of them, especially the man who's hitting on her.

pairing: asshole!bakugou x fem reader

word count: 1.6k

genre: angst, lovers to enemies

masterlist

The car had a tense atmosphere. After one hour into their two hour drive up to their mutual friend Todoroki's wedding, Bakugou and (y/n) hadn’t spoken to each other once, his attention being kept on the road, whilst hers was on the phone in her hands.

“Useless fucking GPS.” Irritation pricked at him as he took a U-turn when they reached a dead end.

“It said to take a left, then a right.” She stated, rolling her eyes in the process.

“And look where it got us.” Rage churned inside of him.

“You took two lefts.” She indicated, glancing over at him just in time to chuckle at him taking notice of his mistake since he swallowed down his frustration.

“Thanks.” He deadpanned, not sounding even an ounce grateful.

//

They had only been in the reception of the wedding for half an hour when (y/n) noticed Bakugou start to fidget beside her and unnecessarily tap his fingers on the table as if he was counting down the minutes until he could get home.

“Listen to the best man's speech, will you?” She whispered.

“Is it possible for you to go at least two minutes without being annoying?” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Is it possible for you to go at least two minutes without that snarl on your face?” (y/n) retorted, “You have a pretty smile, you should show off those teeth more often.”

“I smile around people I want to be around.”

“Oh c'mon, your best friend is getting wedded!” She giggled, moving her chair closer to whisper. “That lady seated across us may look frightening but she's got a big personality and that guy who accidentally stepped on your foot is probably really sweet too-“

“I was talking about you.” His frustration kicked in.

“M-me?” She stuttered, not expecting that from him at all despite his provocative attitude ever since she stopped by his house earlier morning to drive them here.

“Yes, you.” He spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a kid. “You give me an actual headache when you talk. I thought I made that clear. Wake up, get a clue!“

He held up a finger to indicate he wasn't quite done yet. “And I’m not smiling if I want to, it's not as if I’m making the guests tremble with fear. They always seem to choose me over you and, to be straightforward, I don’t blame them because you're so tiring to be with.”

Ouch. That stung. She took a second to sort through her rapidly moving thoughts. "I thought things were going g-great."

Bakugou let out the fakest laugh ever. "Real low, (y/n)."

"Why the fuck are we even together anymore?!" Y/N eventually whisper-yelled, throwing her hands up in exasperation.    

"Fuck knows why," he practically spat. "I wouldn't even give a shit if you left."   

She was at loss for words, opening and closing her mouth and blinking back the tears she could feel stinging her eyes. She quickly and quietly picking her things up because she no longer had to be here.

"Where – " Bakugou sighed, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back slightly as he groaned. "Where are you going, (y/n)?" He asked tiredly, looking back at the woman in question.     

"Why do you care?" (y/n) scoffed, still seated. "You don't want to be around me anyway, right? You want me to take a hint, right?" She mocked. "So...I’m leaving. Leaving, as in— leaving. I’m done. I’m finished, I can’t—” she shook her head. “I’m done. We’re over.”

Bakugou turns to look at her, an almost unimpressed look on his face. “... Okay. And?” He had a sinister smile on his face. “We were never going to last. You’re just— not good enough for me.”

The Bakugou she fell in love with is now nothing but a stranger to her.

//

(y/n) was in a little black dress that flaunted off her legs with just the right amount of cleavage. Hair's let down, styled carefully, make-up done up as best as she could. (y/n)'s already normally usually feeling like she wasn't good enough for anyone, so having someone she loved with all heart point it out made her feel miserable because tonight was supposed to be different since she actually felt confident and comfortable in her own skin for the first time in ages.

It's been an hour since she broke it off with Bakugou. Sobbing silently, (y/n) headed to the wedding's open bar instead, ordering a beer. It was a cheap brand so it tasted like shit but she drank it anyway, knowing that she'd have to borrow money from Bakugou in order to get herself something more expensive. She mentally scolded herself for thinking of him, causing her to curse loudly at herself.

A soft chuckle from beside her made her jump, and she's met with the sight of a very attractive dark-haired man, maybe a year or two older than herself.    

"Can I buy you something else? Doesn't sit right on the tongue, doesn't it?" He nodded over to the glass bottle she's got her fingers wrapped around.   

Y/N smiled, shaking her head lightly, "Doesn't really matter, as long as it eases the pain" she shrugged a shoulder.    

The man pulled a face, "It's still pretty terrible."  

 "... Yeah, kinda is," she answered and she's laughing lightly – the man also laughing along. "I'm, uh, (y/n), by the way," she grinned from ear to ear, offering him a hand to shake.

"I'm – " he started, but was cut off by someone clearing their throat and then there was the feel of someone wrapping their arm around Y/N's waist.   

"Don't know, don't care," Bakugou's familiar voice drifted into her ears and it's obviously him that's got his arm wrapped around her waist because no one else could immediately make her feel so warm and safe by just a simple act of love. Until an hour ago, that is. So she physically restrained herself from leaning into his touch and slid away from his hold.  

The stranger cleared his throat awkwardly, eyeing Bakugou for a brief moment before backing down and stepping away because Bakugou's glaring at him so hard that even someone innocent would feel guilty for no reason whatsoever.

Y/N slid her gaze over to him and Bakugou's still glaring at the direction in which the man's just walked away, so she huffed in frustration and crossed her arms across her chest as she stared him down.  

"What the fuck was that?" Y/N practically hisses. Who is he to chase off the guy that she'd just been talking with when he was off breaking her heart just an hour before? He's no one, that's who.   

"I want to marry you." Bakugou's voice is low as he speaks, eyes narrowing down on Y/N as she stares up at him defiantly. "I mean it...really."

"I want to burn the image of when I first see you in a dress, the way I cry and how I couldn’t stop crying afterward, and how I feel both embarrassed and glad for my crying, embarrassed because I’m a man and crying in public is still hard, and glad because it means something when you cry on your wedding day. And the way I lift our clasped hands after we're announced, and how I feel accomplished in life, something in between 'We did it,' and, 'Holy Shit this is actually happening.' and-" he cut himself off, not because he was done with his rant.

But because he was crying. He was actually full-fledged crying, tears streaming down either sides of his cheeks and his nose was reddening from sniffling too much. She took a step forward, and Bakugou didn't see her move, because he was so preoccupied with wiping at his eyes – as though to get rid of any evidence that he'd been crying.    

"Fuck off," She nearly laughed out. “That’s not what you were saying an hour ago.”

“I know that but I didn’t mean it, you know I didn’t.”

“Do I?” She looked up to find he was avoiding her intimidating gaze. “Because whoever that was who pushed me out and tried to imply I was a nuisance is certainly not the man I plan to get along with, let alone marry.”

“No. No, I-I’m just. You know I love you. You know I want to— I want this. You know that you mean the fucking world to me, you always have, you always will. I just— I was mad at myself because— I saw, fucking firsthand, how many people want you, and how you could have anyone, but then— you— you’re with me. The quick-tempered asshole, and—” He stopped, figuring his words are all but making sense to her, chest heaving up and down rapidly like he had just been running kilometers at a time. His eyes are still wide, maybe even a little crazed. 

She stayed completely silent. 

All she did was stare at him, breathing almost as heavily as he was. But her ears rang with his words and God, she wanted to walk away so badly—but she doesn’t think she's physically capable of doing so from the boy that she was sure she's going to never stop loving because she's whipped for the guy. Feeling's mutual though, since (y/n) had his heart in the palm of her hands and she wasn't even aware of it because all he did was make her feel like he's leagues above her and it's such a shitty feeling.

Bakugou was the first to break the silence. “I’m begging you, (y/n)” Bakugou nearly whispered out, eyes a shade of stained glass. "If you want to walk out right now, not even be near me, I’ll understand. But— fuck. Please don’t leave me for good. Please let me make up for my shortcomings as your boyfriend, and hopefully— hopefully — as your husband and...the dad of our future children."

[earliebirb]

prompt: stevetony + accidental love confession during a fight? I'm loving your stevetony fics, thank you for sharing

Oh my God!!! The first prompt in my inbox and it’s from the lovely @ishipallthings !! What an honor. I have followed you for such a long time on Tumblr (at least on my other, messier blog, because this one hasn’t been around for a very long time) and to have you request a fic in my inbox is so surreal. Thank you so much for the prompt, I hope I didn’t disappoint you!

turning tides

steve/tony, hurt/comfort, getting together, 1783 words

When he wakes up, the first thing he sees is a mop of blond hair, the owner of which is seated in the visitor’s chair beside Tony’s bed, deep asleep with an arm pillowing his head.

Steve is back from his two-week-long, highly classified, solo mission. Tony missed him terribly. Steve is also still wearing his uniform, sans gloves and cowl, which is really weird. Surely he had time to change out of his uniform after the mission. What was the rush?

One of his hands is slipped into Tony’s. He obviously fell asleep with his hand holding Tony’s but his hold had loosened some time during his slumber. Tony resolutely ignores the way his heart flutters at the contact. 

Tony looks around the room. SHIELD medical, really? It isn’t like he is dying. At least, he doesn’t think he is. The last thing he remembers before this is the spinning sight of the workshop ceiling and the feeling of his forehead resting against the cool floor of the workshop. Then… nothing. 

Tony gazes at Steve, who has fallen asleep with his face tilted towards Tony, allowing Tony the rare privilege to indulge in his guilty pleasure of openly staring at Steve for as long as he wants to, getting his fill, at least until the guy wakes up. It’s probably a bit creepy, but sue him. He is in—

Tony pauses.

Fuck it. He has spent such a long time denying it to himself, it’s about time he admits it, at least in the safe and private confines of his mind.

He is in love.

There, he said it. Thought of it. Whatever. It doesn’t terrify him whatsoever. Not even a little bit.

Tony studies Steve’s eyelashes closely, gentle adoration blooming in his chest. He has the longest eyelashes Tony has ever seen, like beautiful blond waterfalls, casting dark shadows on his cheeks. Those coupled with Steve’s baby blues are absolutely a sight to behold, which probably explains why Tony has trouble breathing every time he has Steve’s full attention on himself. The thrill that runs through him every time Steve looks at him is addictive, has him turning greedy. He wants Steve’s attention on him and only him at all times. Tony tilts his head to admire the curve of Steve’s lips better, slightly ajar in his sleep. He can’t help but smile at the sight. Steve looks so peaceful and innocent when he sleeps. Tony feels like he could look at him forever and never get bored, always finding new details to marvel at without fail.

Tony reaches out to trace the straight line of Steve’s nose with his finger when Steve stirs. Tony withdraws his hand quickly, like a child just about to touch a boiling hot kettle before being reprimanded. 

Steve’s eyes blink open slowly, squinting as they attempt to adjust to the light shining just above the bed. Tony watches silently, waits for Steve to find his bearings.

When Steve’s eyes finally meet Tony’s, they widen with surprise when he realizes that Tony is awake.

“Tony,” Steve says with an exhale, standing up from his seat, “you’re awake.”

“I am,” Tony confirms. Steve has extricated his hand from Tony’s in the process and Tony pretends that he doesn’t feel suddenly bereft at the loss of warmth.

Steve stands there for a few moments, taking the sight of Tony in. Then, his back straightens. His eyebrows start to furrow, the corners of his mouth tugged down, the features of his face rearranging themselves into a scowl. 

Tony braces himself mentally. He knows what’s coming. 

Here we go again.

“I have told you, countless of times, that you need to take better care of yourself, Tony.” Steve’s jaw clenches, his voice heavy with disappointment.

“Steve,” Tony sighs, leaning back into his pillow as he closes his eyes, “can we not? I don’t have the energy to argue with you right now.”

Steve’s chin juts out stubbornly, inhaling deeply through his nose. Tony recognizes all the signs: Steve is not backing down.

Steve raises his eyebrows, leveling him with a glare. “Then muster some.”

Oh. Steve is angry angry.

First things first. “What happened?”

Tony has some inkling as to what might have happened, but it’s still good to know the details. 

“You passed out in the workshop out of exhaustion. Jarvis tripped the emergency alarm and the others brought you here. They told me just as my plane was landing,” Steve explains, his voice cold and clipped.

God, passing out due to exhaustion warrants a stay at SHIELD’s medical bay? What an overkill. Tony would like to stress again, that he is not dying. He just passed out from exhaustion and that can happen to anyone. Not everyone’s a supersoldier, Steve. Of course, since Tony values his life, he tries his best not to voice out his thoughts to Steve, who is still staring at Tony like he had insulted his mother.

“Alright. I’m fine now. I’m awake, see?” Tony gestures to himself with a smile. Steve’s expression remains stormy as ever.  

“You can’t keep doing this, Tony. When was the last time you ate anything? When was the last time you slept before you collapsed?”

The fact that Tony can’t seem to provide an answer for either of those questions is probably a bad sign.

“Why are you so dismissive of your own health? When are you going to learn to take proper care of yourself? God, it’s like you want to get sick,” Steve spits out, like the words had left a bad taste in his mouth, and that?

That has Tony’s hackles rising.

“Listen. I’m so fucking tired of you picking fights with me, telling me how to live my life? I don’t get why you’re so pissed off about everything I do all the fucking time. I can’t do anything right, can I? So I fainted, big deal. If Jarvis hadn’t tripped the alarm, I’m sure I would have come to eventually. I can just get some rest and then I’ll be fine. Why do you care so much? This had nothing to do with you. You weren’t the one who had to drag me to medical, anyway. Why are you so fucking worked up about it? I never asked for your concern, okay? I’m sorry if this event has inconvenienced you in some way.”

Steve drags in a sharp breath. His hands are curling into fists. His mouth is open and twisted in a way that suggests something like disbelief, his eyes turning red with tears. He lets out one long, shaky breath.

“And you think I asked for this?” Steve’s voice is breaking. Tony feels his heart plummet down to his stomach, panic rising in him. God, is Steve crying?  Whatever the fuck did he say that made him cry? Tony didn’t even say anything that was wrong.

Steve grits his teeth. God, that is definitely a tear rolling down his cheek. His eyes stay wide open, glaring daggers at him like he is trying to end Tony’s life with the force of his stare alone.

“I never asked to go insane with worry every time you get sick, or miss a couple meals in a row, or go without sleep for days on end, or get hurt doing something unbelievable reckless on the field.” Steve’s voice is trembling with barely restrained rage, rising in volume. Tony has never seen him so furious before.

“I’m sorry, okay, Tony? I’m sorry for caring about you. I’m so goddamn sorry for being in love with you but I don’t have a choice about that!” Steve roars, but near the end his voice breaks down into a sob, and, and—

What? 

Tony feels lightheaded. “...What?”

Steve is still standing there, tear tracks glistening on his cheeks, shoulders heaving up and down as he pants with exertion. He is still looking at Tony like Tony had personally ripped his heart into shreds, which—

Tony wasn’t even aware that he had Steve’s heart in his hands to begin with.

Tony swallows as he tries to wrap his head around this new, unbelievably absurd concept. Tony has always been in love with Steve. This is a fact. Not the other way around. Of course not.

Steve is not in love with Tony.

Tony looks at Steve, who is now frozen, eyes still locked on Tony.

Is he?

“…Steve?” Tony asks, whisper-soft, and he loathes the sliver of hope that slips into that one syllable.

Steve staggers back reflexively, like Tony’s utterance of his name has a force so powerful it knocks him backwards.  Then, he shakes his head, looking down at the floor.

Ah, okay. See? There is no way Steve is in love with him. Tony must have mishear—

“I’m sorry, Tony. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out. I mean— I knew that you must have… known, and you were just being nice about it, but… I never intended to bring it up. Please forget what I said,” Steve says to the floor, his voice sounding distant and polite and Tony absolutely hates it.

“I didn’t know,” Tony blurts out.

That makes Steve look up, tentative and unsure. “You… didn’t?”

“Not a clue.”

Steve pauses. He lets out a sigh as he closes his eyes, bowing his head once again. His long eyelashes are wet with tears, Tony notes.

“Well, now you know. I’m sorry.”

There is a pregnant pause in the room, neither of them knowing what to do with this revelation.

And then, after what feels like eternity:

“Steve?” Tony calls.

Steve looks up.

“Come here for a second?”

Steve shuffles on his feet hesitantly, his fight or flight instinct coming into play. He looks like he is weighing paradoxical options in a battle fought within: that getting physically close to Tony right now is simultaneously a viscerally compelling and undeniable need and also the last thing he wants to do. Eventually, however, because he is Steve and Steve will always, always be more lionhearted than Tony could ever hope to be, he approaches Tony with the air of a man accepting certain death. Once again, he finally finds himself back at Tony’s side.

Where he belongs, Tony thinks, and something unfurls deep in his chest.

Tony looks up at him, his hand reaching up to gently wipe away the tear stains on Steve’s cheek. Steve is still looking at him like he’s a ticking time bomb.

Tony gathers all of his courage and takes a deep breath, looking straight into Steve’s impossibly blue eyes.

He bites the bullet.

“Kiss me.”

When Steve’s lips meet his, it feels a lot like coming home.  

[rottengalzsworld]

Our Beautiful Rhythm.

"Hey gramps! Who's this two?"

"Hmm?"

"This two people in black and white. Who're they?"

Even when I can't see I know who he's talking about.

"Ah. Those two.. They're the people who once fought for a forbidden love.." I paused

"And? What happened?"

"Well.. they failed."

"Why?"

"Because.. How bout I tell you their story instead? That way it's easier to explain why."

"Hmm okay." He sat down in front me.

"It happened several years ago.."

Flashback

"SATOSHI! WAIT UP! YOUR TOO FAST!"

"HAHAHAHA. NO! YOU TWO ARE JUST TOOO SLOW!"

"OOORRRRAAAAAAAA!!!"

"WOAH! OI! KENSUKE!"

"HAHAHAHAHA! COME ON KANOU! RUN FASTER! IT'S GONNA POUR SOON!"

end of flashback

"Those three. Every single day they're together. Playing. Having fun. With no care in the world. They were so happy... until.."

"Until?" My naive grandson asks.

"Until that day.. where the most beautiful rhythm of friendship almost broke.."

Flashback

"Sa-satoshi.. K-kanou? What are you..?"

"Kensuke.."

I saw satoshi on top of kanou.. I couldn't process what was going on. I ran. Why did I ran anyway? Wait.. why am I crying? What is this? Why do I feel so betrayed?

*People murmuring*

"Hey did you know someone saw satoshi and kanou having s*x in the old storage room?"

"Wait.. so they're gay? Eew. Disgusting!"

"I know right? Eew"

"We should avoid them I don't want to catch their virus!"

"Hahahahahaha. Can't even believe their fags. How'd ya think they do it?"

"Stop it! That's disgusting.."

No.. no.. maybe they're just curious or confuse.. right? Why.. why do I still feel so..

Kanou and satoshi came to school as if nothing happened. Kanou obviously is very affected of what our classmate's saying but satoshi didn't care and even kissed him in front of everyone. We're all astonished.

"Yes! Kanou and I are in a relationship and I don't f*cking care wether you accept us or not.. I love him and he's mine. Lay your hands on him.. I'll kill you!"

He said with such scary eyes. Our classmates were silenced. They know that satoshi isn't someone you wanna mess with. He's the team captain of judo and also knows martial arts. In other words he's very strong.

After a week passed I decided to talk to them

*bows* "I'm terribly sorry! Satoshi! Kanou! I.. I.. *cries*"

Why can't I say anything? I have to apologize. I can't see.. my eyes are soo blurry. More importantly.. why am I crying?

I felt a hand rub my head. I lifted my head and there I saw satoshi's smiling face.

"You really are a cry baby. Huh kensuke."

"You know we weren't actually mad... It's our mistake for not telling you anything. Were sorry.." kanou said with pained smile.

Why? Why are they so kind? It's me who ruined their reputation. Because of me..

"Why.." I whispered.

"Hmm?"

"WHY?! WHY ARE YOU SO KIND TO ME?!" I yelled while crying.

"Kensuke calm do--" said kanou

"NO! I.. I AM THE REASON WHY PEOPLE SEE'S YOU LIKE GARBAGE! I AM THE REASON WHY YOUR REPUTATION AS GOOD STUDENTS RUINED! I.. It's.. It's my fault.. *sobs*"

"Kensuke.."

I looked at satoshi who now wears that scary serious eyes. I trembled.

"So what do you want us to do? Blame you? Punch you? Swear at you?" He said.

I'm shaking..

"Are you an idiot?! HUH?! KENSUKE??!" He shouted.

He punched me straight to the face. It hurts.. but I deserve it.

"SATOSHI! Enough!" Said kanou.

"There! Happy now? Are you satisfied?" He asks furiously.

I can't lift my face not because of his punch. But because I can't look at them in the eyes because I felt so damn guilty of what I did.

"Kensuke. Look. It's not your fault that everybody knew about us. We already prepared ourselves for that. We knew it's gonna happen sooner or later. But.. but what we didn't expect is.." his voice started shaking.

"Is you turning your back at us.. I.. I thought you're gonna be on our side.. turns out.. you weren't.." he said.

I lifted my head and I saw him crying. The strong satoshi I know is here in front me crying like a loser.

"Satoshi.." I said. Damn it!

"Kensuke.. now that you know about us. Would you still like to be our friend?" Kanou asks.

"Our world is different now. It's okay if you want to distance yourself from us.. We'll understand.. but please decide so.. so.. *sobs*" kanou is crying. I'm a very bad friend huh.

Damn it! This two! The reason I'm here is because I want to be with them like before.

"Are you nuts?" I said

"I won't be here embarrassing myself If I don't want to be your friend anymore. You two seriously.." I told them while holding a smile. And trying my best to not cry.

"KENSUKE!" They both screamed my name and hugged me. We all cried and apologized to each other..

Our friendship is back on track again. I'm so happy..

End of flashback

"Kensuke knew it won't be easy but he only thinks that as long as his friends are happy he's fine with anything"

"If that's the case... why did they fail??" He asks..

"All was well until their parents knew about it. Both of their families were against them.. they even came to the point of marrying off satoshi to a rich woman... and kanou.. his family wants to take him to another country.."

Flashback

"NO! MOTHER! I WILL NEVER DO THAT!" I screamed.

"SATOSHI! ARE YOU INSANE?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF IMPACT THIS RELATIONSHIP WILL DO TO OUR FAMILY?!" My mother shouted at me.

Honestly I already saw this coming. But for her to marry me off to someone I don't even know is too much.

"Mother.. did you even heard me? I said I won't marry her!" I stubbornly disagreed

"Wether you like it or not! You will marry her. End of discussion. Go to your room now!" She said.

No! No matter what happen. I won't give up on kanou.

That night I sneaked out to see kanou. I went to our meeting place. There I saw him standing next to a tree facing the view of the ocean. He's like a goddess. So beautiful. I slowly walked towards him.

"Satoshi.." he softly called out to my name. As I wrap .y hands around his waist.

"Kanou.." I replied.

He faced me. His face says it all. He's worried. Scared.

"My parents told me they're going to bring me to america.. satoshi.. I don't want to go." He told me teary eyed.

"My mother wants me to marry someone I don't know.. obviously I disagreed but.. she told me I don't have a choice." I hugged him. We both cried. We don't know what to do. Were still young. We can't possibly do anything ourselves.

"Satoshi.. I love you." He said

"I love you more than anything else.. kanou" I kissed him.. passionately. Under the big full moon. Oh god. Please. I don't want this to end. I love him so much.

After a month It's my wedding day. My mother rushed everything..

"Satoshi.. Are you ready?" My mother asked me.

I didn't answer. I'm not. Of course. And I will never be.

"*sighs* Look. Son. I'm doing this for you.." she said.

Hah! Since when did you even care about me? The only thing you're worried about is our family name and your damn money.

"Madam. It's time." Said the driver.

"Yes. Son. I will wait for you. I'll see you there." She said tapping my shoulders.

Mother.. sorry. But I really can't.

After my mother went to church I ran to my car and drove fast. I stopped by kensuke's house to give him something. But seems like no one's home. So I just placed it in their mailbox instead hoping kensuke will see it.

After that I drove to that place.. our special place.

When I arrived there I couldn't find kanou. I got scared. What if.. what if he really went away? What am I gonna do?? Kanou..

"KANOU?! KANOU! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I screamed.. but no one answered. I sat down. Crying. Why.. kanou.. we talked about escaping together.. kanou.. where are you..

"Satoshi?.. *pants*" someone at my back called me.. I immediately looked who it is..

"KANOU!" I got up and hugged him.

"I.. I thought you weren't.." I said.

"You thought I won't come? You silly. I won't let you escape by yourself and leaving me behind." He smiled and kissed me.

It was night time.

"The moon tonight is big.." he said..

"Yeah.. As if it calls for us.." I said.

"Satoshi.."

"Are you scared?" I asked.

"A little bit. Yes. But being in your arms calms me."

"That's good. I love you kanou." I kissed him in his forehead.

"I love you too satoshi.." We kissed each other.

"It's time.." I said.

We both got up and started walking towards the ocean. I held his hand. Tightly. The water is cold. But are hands stayed warm.

"SATOSHI! KANOU!" Ah.. that voice..

We looked back and I wasn't wrong. It's our dear friend kensuke.

"DON'T DO THIS! I WILL HELP YOU ESCAPE! BUT JUST NOT THIS! PLEASE!" He begged. I'm sorry kensuke. But even if we managed to escape were still prisoners of this world.

I smiled at him. I waved my hands. Same to kanou. We waved our hands to him.

"We'll see ya later ken!" Kanou said.

"See ya crybaby kensuke!" I said.

Again we started walking towards the moon. I can hear kensuke calling us.

"YOU IDIOTS! *cries* YOUR SO SELFISH FOR LEAVING ME LIKE THIS! *sobs* But.. but.. BUT DON'T WORRY! *sobs* I.. I PROMISE TO LIVE FOR YOU! *sobs* BUT WHEN THE TIME COMES! YOU.. *sobs* YOU TWO.. YOU WILL HAVE TO LIVE FOR ME! NEXT TIME! *sobs*.. next time.."

After hearing that I smiled. Looked back. He's waving and as usual.. crying. Damn.. this hurts.

"YES! WE PROMISE!" Kanou and I said together.

I've never been so calm and happy. I glanced at kanou and he did the same. He smiled. As we were both engulfed by the waters of ocean. I grasp his body and held it near me. Kissed him again.. for one last time.. after that I lost consciousness.

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satoshi.. kanou.. you guys.. you're so selfish.

I am holding the paper satoshi sent me. Held it near my chest.

I watched them be devoured by the ocean. I couldn't do anything. I fell on my knees. Cried myself till I pass out.

Why can't I do anything to protect the important people in my life?

Kensuke.. our dearest friend. I'm sorry for letting you witness such horrific scene. But we just want you to know.. that we're happy. In this special place of ours. Kensuke.. I have one favor to ask of you. Please keep on living for us. Fulfill our dreams for us. I know it's a bit selfish but.. kensuke.. were counting on you. This thing were about to do is the only way for us to be together. Don't worry. We're going to be fine. Don't be a crybaby coz we know that you'll be okay too. Ja! Gotta go. Our special place is waiting for us. So good bye for now. Till we meet again.

-satoshi and kanou

Weeks passed the body of satoshi and kanou were found at the shore on the other side of the beach. The people who saw it said that their hands were inclined.

They didn't let go of each other even in death huh...

End of flashback

"So they failed because they died?" My grandson said.

"They failed to fight for their love.. they chose to give their lives up." I answered.

"No gramps. I think your wrong." He said.

"What?"

"They died not because they gave up. They chose death because even if they manage to live they're still prisoners of this cruel world." he said.

Wait.. that's..

"Honestly in the end.. even with what happened.. they still won gramps."

"You think so? How?" I asked.

"Coz they died together. You said that when their dead bodies were found they're still holding on each other.. that only means one thing. They're happily together somewhere special. A very special place where their free and peaceful."

This boy..

I can't believe that a mere 15 years old boy would make me realize such a huge thing..

"Anyway gramps.. how come you know such story??" He asked me curiously.

"Well. It's becau--"

"KAMIKI? KAMIKI! Where are you??!"

"AH! Yes moooom! I'm here!" He answered

"There you are. I have been calling your name for so many times now." My daughter akane said.

" hehehehe.. sorry mom I was hanging out with gramps. What do you need me for anyway?"

"Your friend is here.." she said.

"Uhm.. hi?" Another guy said..

"SATOO!! WOW! Whaddya doin here?!" He said

"Our teachers told me to check on you since you were absent.."

"Oohh did you miss me?"

*flustered* "what?! No!"

Aaahh.. kids nowadays.. very energetic.

"Hey pops.."

"Akane.."

"So were you telling him that story?" She asks.

"Yes.. and wanna know what he said after I finished telling it to him?" I told her.

"Yeah?"

"He said that they didn't lost the fight.. but won"

"Hahahaha.. well you know that kid.. he's different."

"Indeed he is."

"Mom! Were going somewhere okay?!"

"Fine but don't be late for dinner!"

"Ooookaay!"

"Have to go back to the kitchen pops.. need to finish my cooking.."

"Right okay.." I answered.

After all this years of me worrying and thinking just went to waste. Well either way I don't care..

I just hope that this time. In this life time. Your beautiful rhythms will continue to play.

I hope you get the happiness you both deserve.. I hope no one steals this true love and contentment both of you have. I hope.. you live the life you dreamed of.

Haaah.. seems like I can finally relax.. I have kept my promise. So it's time to keep yours.

Well.. kanou.. satoshi.. indeed till we meet again.. My dear friends.

- kensuke

[tamiddyinyourcity]

9:12pm, life is a mess, as always, so here I am to let yall know about it.

Wednesday, January 29th of 2020.

Sigh.

So....

I just learned my mom is giving away ine of my cats tomorrow. She's my favorite cat, and literally had been there for me to comfort me whenever I sobbed around the house all alone by myself. And that time I considered killing myself when my great ex, Patrick #1, left for college, rendering me alone and friendless..... She was there, and her rubbing her cute furry face on my ankles and swirling her tail around my legs were the only thing to fucking stop me. Nothing else did.... I love Klay, everyone knows that. When she finally returned home after an entire month of being out the house, I literally sat at my doorstep sobbing my fucking eyes out at how scrawny she was, and how my favorute fat little gluttonous cat with the sleepy eyes turned so dirty and skinny and half dead looking.... I really pray that she finds a great new owner. ASPCA kills animals, so I really dont want such a sweet, and now finally healthy, cat to fall victim to this terrible fate. I wish theres more I could do, but I don't even know.....

Just feeling a bit off. I made a post online somewhere to make new friends in the area.... Suddenly getting cold feet at the responses. Probably since most of the people are over 25, and..... Yeah, what am I gonna have in common with an almost 30 year old? And one person I felt I could really click with didn't reply.... A bit bummed at that.

I paid FIFTY DOLLARS FOR ART SUPPLIES at the art store, just for the alarm to still ring when I left out???? I panicked and deadass just walked out. No one had chased me. BUT BITCH! turns out someone left an electronic tag on my markers..... FUCKER. I COULDVE JUST STOLE THE DAMN MARKERS AND KEPT MY FIFTY BUCKS IF I COULD PURCHASE EVERY ITEM AND STILL LOOK GUILTY AS FUCK EITHER WAY?????? BITCH????? karma is gonna reap that store i swear to god

The depressing amount of phone numbers in my contacts list that wouldnt reply to me even if i messaged them...... greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

No comment about my ex, so far. At least there is that.

...

Also, the coronavirus! Apparently a plane from Wuhan landed in SF..... AND NO ONE COVERS THEIR FUCKING MOUTH WHEN THEY COUGH IN SAN FRANCISCO, EVERY SURFACE IS STICKY, NO ONE WASHES THEIR FUCKING HANDS, PEOPLE DEADASS WILL WIPE THEIR NOSE THEN SHAKE HANDS WITH SOMEONE TWO SECONDS LATER......

Cool? I'm gonna quarantine. Yall aint gone hear from me. Fuck yall niggas, im drinking nothing but spring water and Lysol, until the plague finally kills the nasty ones, and then capitalism ends, since more people dying than the ones able to work.

I feel bad for nobody but the homeless, and the poor good hearted hygenic people caught in the crossfires; anyone else can choke on shit. (Is this offensive to say? I'm literally saying that people with bad souls and who refuse to care about if their germs reach other people are shitheads, anyone else is a good person who i genuinely hope will turn out okay.)

WHY IS THERE GONNA BE A PLAGUE? FUCK.

okay, anyway.

Good news:

My boss, (now ex-boss, since it was a temp job,) planned to get pedicures this weekend! I'm always open to new friendships! I've got no other choice but to socialize either way, since staring at walls or a phone screen? Is depressing! Getting dolled up with another cool human being? Hella nice! Can't wait to tell her all the shit that I avoided in order to prevent getting fired before!

I met a few good people online either way! One likes Junji Ito, another is actually my age and wants to grab a bite around the city. Feels good to have options. Plus to be honest, if anyone does end up romantic, then itll be dope having someone to spend V-Day with. (It doesnt have to be a capitalist holiday, i see it as a good holiday to simply soend time with someone.... Then again, i usually think, "FUCK, WHAT IS A GOOD DISPLAY OF MY AFFECTIONS?", and have a tendency to overwhelm people with surprises sometimes.... Its a cute holiday and an excuse to give my favorite people some candy or flowers, a 50 cent Honey Bun, or some 99 cent jewelry that i can pass off as more expensive than it actually was..... what's wrong with that? Its so cute as a concept.)

Actually having money again feels so gooood. I keep blowing money on food and ubers, but alas, apparently thats much better than starving and taking a bus thats riddled with piss. I got to buy some SEXY ASS body washes that make me smell good effortlessly... some SEXY ASS body highlighters and shimmer powders.... hella face masks and some facial wipes that instantly made my skin go from 0/10 to 10000/10. Like???? i wanna make out with myself. i also got some body scrubs, like.... yall..... oh my god yall dont even know--

I really am a great person, and that feels nice, man. :) both emotionally and physically! mainly physically, but i am healing from my past and slowly but definitely getting noticeable progress for my health in terms of emotions and stuff for now.

I feel good so far.

Plus, funny how i quite literally stumble into my friendships, very often. Its never being introduced to someone, its me deciding "hey fucker im dm sliding you at 2am, i love your memes and your hair, are you up?"

Or a "i just showed up to this party, checked out the location tag for the spot on instagram, and followed every motherfucker thats at the same party tonight. I definitely do not know you, but i mean, hey! Look at my memes, stories, and photos. See if theyre chill. Then dm slide me!"

Hell, even how I met Patrick #2 is unusual as fuck, the FULL story, including how i knew one of his mutual friends somehow.... buuuut, life isnt that simple bro.

....

Now that i think about it, how did i even meet this guy? I dont know how i found his account at all. I was even thinking "didnt I meet him through Audrey?", but.... i still dont think so?????? Somehow he knows one of my mutuals, idk????????????

But, i trust that he is not an FBI agent that had planned for years to finally get involved with my life, with a fake persona. (I havent done any crimes yet for him to need to do so, but i mean, a backstory like that would explain why he still wanted to be around me, even through shitty times before.... Extremely tolerant and patient dude. He would make a pretty good lawyer, if he ever learns how to raise his voice up some day.)

.....

Cute guy. A shame shit didnt work out. But i like reminiscing on the moments had between us.

Sadly our bad memories are sticking. Moreso the two separate nights that things got... complicated. He looked good on both of those nights. He's got a real nerdy look to him? Its oddly hot. I dunno how to explain why i find him attractive to people who like aggressive or rowdy dudes.

But he's just ridiculously pretty for a dude? Handsome men are okay, and easy to get over. But a PRETTY BOY? THAT IS SO HARD. Especially when they got the nice skin and the eyes and the nice red lips???? Shiny hair???? Mans is cute.

(This applies to more than one ex, tbh.)

The big difference between a pretty boy and a generically attractive man is that you can find a lot more generic men, but rarely any pretty boys.

Like how you can find a million Machine Gun Kellys or Modern Day Justin Biebers, on the side of traffic or stealing from gas stations, but whens the next time the world will see a young/old Johnny Depp? A Timothee Chalamet? A young Leonardo Dicaprio? A YOUNG Justin Bieber? (I would say "an age appropriate Finn Wolfhard," but idk if thats considered creepy or not.... but im saying in a completely non-predatory way.... dude is adorable, honestly.)

The difference between a generic man and a pretty boy, is that the pretty boy is a lot more unique. Since out of hoards of men with unwashed asses and shitty styles, the Pretty Boy is out here with half decent hygiene, (sometimes,) and looking effortlessly attractive? Like a whole fairytale character. Or like a Disney Prince Charming... or a Disney Princess. (Matty looked like he could've been a prince, nigga was GORGEOUS, i swear to fucking god.... GOD, wow.)

A normal man is eh. A pretty boy can snatch your soul and hand deliver it to hell in a ribbon tied handbasket.

And I've dated ridiculously pretty men. Adrian was a cross between "handsome" and "pretty", but he leaned towards pretty. Literally gorgeous. Z*ck #2 was so stunning, i loved their face dude. Patrick #1.... hes both, but he definitely had gorgeous eyes and skin, and trust me, he was one of the most amazing men to be with.

And Patrick #2 is a pretty boy. And, self-aware, too. He's told me before about how hes definitely had people interested in him, but not knowing how to approach them, or flirt back...

And when we had our first breakup, he got tons of matches, (since hes fine as fuck,) but most conversations died at a "How are you?", or "So, what are your interests?", and got unmatched pretty quickly.

...... Even though I was a little pleased he hadnt moved on, it was like.... "Damn, bro, im so sorry to hear that." (Even I had options.... Not great ones. But, even i got to see almost two people before....)

Patrick even told me on our most recent walk around the cemetery a few weeks back, that he saw himself as having the "face of Adonis"..... okay, hoe.

He was kidding, but its not like it was a lie even if he had been serious. Mans has a seriously nice face. Even on that day, at some point his glasses straight up crumbled, and having direct eye contact with those blue ass eyes was WAY too much. I think I went into a coughing fit? or something.

He's definitely someone I think I'm over, until that direct eye contact hits, then suddenly look at who starts blushing or trying to hide their face? Me, bitch. God. Nigga just HAD to have super light and bright blue eyes? The universe went "make this bitch suffer if she ever cant fuck him again".

And thus, i suffer.

But anyway.

He's a really pretty dude, with nice skin, teeth, eyes, lips, and hair. And a pretty dope nose, since I dig people who have big ass noses. And idk, i guess i dig the mildly grungey, yet still colorful, and lowkey thing he always had goin on.

Felt good meeting someone I had a lot in common with. :)

Sad to know that even on our worst nights, I still kinda had to not look at him. Since.... Yeah, I'd either cry, or instantly want to fuck. And if you're in the middle of explaining to your ex why you had felt betrayed, you gotta avoid saying, "Hey Patrick, do you want to fuck?" (That method doesnt work on EVERYONE, only the select few people with serious issues ive met.)

Whatever.

I just dislike that even on days where I felt absolutely disgusted by him, I could still go, "But, he's still really cute. Damn, look at HIM", and have my pussy throb if i looked at him for too long.

......

He's hot and he knows it. We stan a self aware king. But still, i gottaaaaa move on.

And nooooooot think about the specific smile or eyes he gave me before.

And nooooooot think about that time in the ki-

ALRIGHT BITCH THATS ENOUGH. My whole body feels overheated. I'm blaming it on my period. I'm gonna.... go to sleep soon. Peace out.

10:35pm, making friends and still constantly upgrading in life. Aaaaay. :)

[addicted-with-some-pens-blog]

I'm requesting angst please don't hate me. Could I get s o after del's death?

so this is hella late but like i did it fam. 

It’s tagged as Russel x OC bc Russel and OC are best friends. 

And I had so many ideas for this, I made an OC. Alexa is an adopted Bengali girl from Brooklyn. Del was her boyfriend and the love of her life. She knew Russel since they were in the second grade. They went to Elementary school together. They he went to Xavier School for Young Achievers and she ended up going to a public middle school and eventually Brooklyn High School. When he transferred to Brooklyn High School after his supernatural experiences in the other school, she’s the one who introduced him to the group which included Del and a bunch of others who became some of his best friends. 

She’s probably one of my favorite OCs and I have more about her and her backstory if anyone would request it. 

Also, I wrote more to this if anyone cares. Not posting it bc I’m not so sure about it yet but if anyone requests anything more I’ll probably end up posting it. 

I’m using my phone’s hotspot to edit this because I really couldn’t post this without it being formatted. Kms, i’m gonna get charged so bad for this. 

Warning: It should probably be obvious from the prompt but there is hella angst and shit below. Talk about death and existential shit and stuffs. 

Part 1: 

It was a dark day, one of those days where you just want to lay in bed and forget everything exists, that’s exactly what happens. Nothing matters, nobody matters, everyone dies in the end anyway. Why are we even trying? Why do we try to get up at the right time, make it to school, get good grades, get a job. Why do we bother falling in love if the person you love the most will be torn away anyway?

These thoughts swirl around in her head as she lays down in bed with the covers over her head. Tears are running down her face again. Her tears threaten to spill every couple of minutes as everything she looks at, everything she thinks about reminds her of Del.

The door to Alexa’s room slowly creaks open and in steps her cat who leads in her friend and the only survivor of the incident, Russel .

Russel steps in to the dark, messy room, his knock not being acknowledged by the crying mess in bed. He clears his throat when he steps in the room and sees Alexa’s shaking form under the sheets.

“Lex…” He says in a low voice. “Lexie…” He repeats.

“What are you even doing here? ” She snaps from under the covers with a shaky voice.

Russel approaches the bed and puts a hand on her blanket covered shoulder. Her back faces him and her head is still covered by the sheet.

“The funeral is tomorrow, L. I know they would have wanted you to be there. I know…he would have wanted you there. He wants you there.”

After a minute of Alexa trying to keep quiet and stop shaking while crying, he speaks up again: “Please…”

She scrambles around and jumps out of bed, jabbing a finger at the person she used to laugh at the school lunch table with’s chest. “You… you survived. You don’t get to mourn. You don’t get to tell me what to do, man. You get to celebrate the life you got because other people died in your place!” Alexa  explodes, yelling this out in a shaky yet sure voice with fire in her eyes. Her cheeks are still wet and her hair is a mess. She’s wearing nothing but underwear and an over sized shirt she stole from Del from when she slept over at his place. Alexa roughly pokes at Russel’s chest and with every furious step she takes towards him as she yells, he takes one step back until he’s pressed up against the wall. “You… survived. And he didn’t... You survived, Russ.”  Alexa collapses into him, feeling broken, hurt, defeted, guilty, and then terrible for projecting her anger at one of her best friends

Part 2: Alexa’s POV as the reader.

Russel grabs you by the arms tightly and looks you dead in the eyes. His eyes take on an unusual white glow you’ve never seen before. You knew Russ since the 2nd grade and although Russel seems to be prone to weird shit happening to him, this is probably the weirdest thing you’ve seen. You now notice that his pupils are nowhere to be seen. He has new and very prominent dark bags under his unnaturally glowing white eyes and he looks at you intensely, his hands move to your shoulders as he leads you, walking you backwards to sit you down on your bed. He gets on his knees and takes your hands, looking into your eyes, trying to project his sincerity, trying to project his genuine feelings of loss and hurt and love and pain for Del and for you. 

“Del was my best friend, Lex. They were all my friends too, sis.” He bows his head. “I will never celebrate this. I will never look back and thank the grim reaper for sparing me. How could you think that?” Russ says with a shaky voice.

“The grim reaper?” You couldn’t help but ask, unsure if this has to do with some weird shit or if Russel is being uncharacteristically over dramatic. 

“Some messed up shit happened that day, Lex… It was real messed up, it was…”  He shakes his head, tearing up. Soon the tears spill over and he can’t take it anymore. He leans over, his head falls in your lap and he cries. His back shakes, his fists tighten in the sheets next to you and he sobs into your lap, making your own tears well up. You lean over with your face to his shaking back, hugging his large form,  both of you cry together, mourning the loss of both of your your best friends and your boyfriend. Whenever it seems like the pain is ebbing away, a new wave takes over and one of you starts to cry again causing a chain reaction where the other joins in. Russel ends up spending the night, you two go through old photo albums and pictures of your friends and talk about memories you two had with Del, occasionally breaking down. 

[jess-the-vampire]

Could you write a hurt/comfort story about the friend-enemies episode? Where Brian reveals the truth to Marco and he breaks down and Tom tries to comfort him? I'm a sucker for angst haha. I love your art btw! :)

Well, i don’t do much for story requests, but if you really want to i suppose i can take a crack at it. XD

It just takes me awhile to write .

Thanks.

Sorry, somehow this turned instead into a Marco comforts Tom fic XD

But it felt more fitting for the situation.

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“YOU LIED TO ME!!!”

Tom flinched, backing up a bit into the nearest corner of his carriage. Marco looked angry, no not angry, pissed.

Brian stood in shock, questioning got not if he should do something considering Marco was now backing his client into a corner and yelling at him in anger. But then again maybe if he hadn’t told Marco at all this wouldn’t be a problem in the first place.“-YOU KNOW I HAD FAITH IN YOU!!!” Marco screamed, “I ACTUALLY PUT TRUST IN YOU THAT YOU COULD BE A GOOD PERSON AND YOU ACTUALLY MIGHT CARE ABOUT HOW YOU TREATED ME!! But I guess I was wrong…”.Tom fell silent, and noticed he was crying.“I-I just thought…..someone wanted to be my friend…but I guess I should’ve known better…”, Marco tried to force himself from crying but with no luck, he turned away from Tom and tried to exit from the carriage. Tom felt guilt welt up inside of him, he never felt this awful and sick in his life.Marco actually had faith in him, Marco actually cared about him, he actually really liked spending time with him.No one liked Tom.He had to do something, say something.“MARCO WAIT!!!” He shouted, stopping Marco in his tracks before he opened the carriage door.Marco stood in silence, tempted to just leave and let him suffer and forget about this terrible night.But part of him wanted to know what he had to say.He should’ve just left, but instead he turned around to face him, tears streaming down his face, “What Tom? What else could you possibly have to say to me? Look I get it, I took away your chances with Star….and you hate me for it…but..you didn’t have to put me through this….”Tom bit his lip, “You’re right Marco….you’re right about me..”.Marco looked surprised by his answer, but then he saw Tom fall to the ground in a sitting position.Tom was shaking, “I never should’ve put you through this….I-I just..I just wanted validation..I wanted to feel like I could do something right..”. Marco stared at him, was Tom….starting to cry? He didn’t even think that was possible but Tom looked so broken.“Everything I touch….I ruin…” He went on, “My first relationship….gone, Star hates me……then I ruin the most important ceremony of my people…then this..”. He tried to wipe his new tears away but having three eyes had some drawbacks. “I just wanted to feel like….I was getting better, That when i had this stupid badge I would know for sure that I wasn’t my stupid horrible dad, that I could go out into the world a brand new person…..and I would be happy..”The human watched him breakdown, guilt starting to welt up in his chest as well. His dad? What about his dad? “I’m sorry Marco….I’m sorry about everything….ok?”, He muttered, “I know I shouldn’t have lied to you…I shouldn’t have even invited you here, I just…I don’t know….”He looked up at Marco, “You don’t have to stay, you don’t have to forgive me, I won’t make you stay I just…I want you know that…I’m sorry..”. Tom closed his eyes, expecting Marco to yell at him or the carriage door to close but he heard nothing.He looked to find Marco instead walking closer to him.Brain just watched, he’d never been able to get this much out of Tom before, he backed up out of the scene to not make anything worse between them.Marco sat down in front of the demon, much to his surprise.“What about your dad?”, He asked, he wasn’t really crying anymore, he actually looked concerned.Tom, not sure why Marco was still here, removed his armband to show a couple of bruises and marks. “I just….I just don’t want to be him, I just wanted to feel like I was a good person…”, He looked up at Marco, “But i’m not…..I’m just not….”Marco took his arm and looked it over, there he went again, being concerned and caring about someone he should’ve given up on a long time ago.“I didn’t mean to hurt you Marco….or Star..or anybody…I was being selfish an-”He was cut off when Marco pulled him into a hug, Tom didn’t know how to react, but then he put his arms around the human and cried into his shoulder.Marco rubbed his back, “Hey, it’s ok…y-you’re not a bad person Tom…”Tom wanted to say something back, but he couldn’t.“I didn’t know about your dad….”, Marco said, “I’m sorry…”“No it’s ok….I don’t like talking about him much…”, Tom sobbed, “I shouldn’t have brought you into this, but I couldn’t stand to be in a room alone with him for a few hours…”. He buried his face into the boy’s hoodie, “Even after I kidnapped you and beat you at ping-pong….you actually seemed to care about me, I-I just thought…if I did this with you, I might actually pass and It might not be so bad…..and it wasn’t, tonight has been some of the most fun I’ve had in a long time….:Marco kept on comforting him, letting him drag on."I’m sorry about everything Marco, I don’t blame you if you don’t want to see me anymore….”Marco bit his lip, “I had fun tonight too….even Star doesn’t know I like Love Sentence…”.He let Tom go and looked at him, “Tom….what you did was messed up, you shouldn’t have tricked me into hanging out with you…..”He turned away from him, guilty.“But….” Marco started, “Did you really enjoy spending time with me?”Tom smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I know that doesn’t make this mess up…but…I had a lot of fun…”Marco turned over and sat next to him, and they sat in silence for a bit.“I know we can’t go to the marathon….” Marco mentioned, “But is it ok with you if I stay here a bit longer? You’re kinda my ride home anyway..”Tom looked at him with hopeful eyes, “Yeah, of course you can stay if you want…”Marco gave him a small smile, “Love sentence?”“Love sentence…”, Tom smiled back.“Oh, and by the way Tom?”“Yeah?”“Fire Brain, that was a horrible graduation test…”