#just when you thought the angst couldnt get worse

[hoe4sports]

How this ends p2

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Message from the author: Hi babies, this took longer than expected. Part three coming soon.!Sorry, this is probably shit compared to the first part. Oh well, sometimes maybe good, sometimes maybe shit.

Warning: Angst

Summary: Mapi finds Alexia in a horrible state, but there is no comfort from Mapi.

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Alexia found herself sat in the darkness of your her bedroom. Her physical state was horrible. Her mental state was somehow even worse. She resembled a homeless person more than herself. Her clothes were dirty. All of them actually because she hadn’t washed her own clothes ever, her mami washed them until she moved in with you. It was one of the things you took care of, that she took for granted. Her stomach felt like it was about to hop out of her body to slap her in the face for not eating. She hasn’t done any food shopping because for the last years, you had done all the groceries without her having to even think about it. You would always buy her favourite things, but she hasn’t considered why her credit card dispute was low each month. Yet another thing she took for granted, you paid the groceries. The apartment had a screaming need for a vacuum and some dusting. She hadn’t done chores since moving out. You managed all of those things. Just another thing she had taken for granted. The mail was sitting unready in her overfilled postbox. You had been taking care of the mail. Clean clothes showed up in her wardrobe, food was always available, fruits were always in sight, the apartment was always spotless and the mail were always taken care of. The guilt was eating her alive.

The first week after you left, she shut the feelings out. She focused on herself and her progress. Her captaincy demanded her to set a good example, so she showed up at practice. She did her drills, her conditioning and her strengthening. She pulled herself together and made sure to do her duties.

But she was fuelled by an underlying rage. Cursing herself for making the biggest mistake of her lifetime. The shield she had put up to protect herself from her own feelings had started cracking. Alexia then pushed harder. And harder. And even harder.

Her body pushed as hard as it possibly could until the world came crashing down on her a late Friday. The heartache that she had brought upon herself felt haunting. Like she was watching an avalanche bouldering down the mountain to get her. She couldn’t get away from the avalanche. She couldn’t hide her feelings from herself. The only thing she could do, was to wait for the avalanche to get her. And with that, she was forced to deal with the harsh reality of her actions by staring at the ghost of what once was her first love in the apartment.

Eli got worried when Alexia didn’t show up for the weekly family dinner, then she got even more worried when she showed up at your and Alexia’s apartment without anyone opening the door. Alba tried to comfort her as best as she could saying that Alexia probably was out with the team, feeling slightly guilty for taking her anger out by shaming your name. Alba had tried to reach out to you, without having much success.

Alexia couldnt for the life of her figure how she had managed to get herself into this position. She loved you. She still did. You were her first and only love. She would put you over football any day of the week. Always patient, understanding and loving. You never made a fuss about anything. You never let her down, you never forgot anything and you always prioritised her before you. You never put pressure on her and never had unrealistic expectations. Whenever she forgot important dates, you forgave her. That was just your nature. You were her peace.

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Two weeks post break up, Alexia had been missing work for a week straight. The coach told the team that she was taking time off for “personal reasons”.

How ironical that what she thought was going to help her career, ended up hurting her even further.

Alexia found herself sitting in the bedroom. Her head couldn’t bear to stay in any room longer than 5 minutes. She didn’t get groceries, and she was living out on whatever you had placed in the freezer earlier. She was sitting in the bed staring at a picture frame. The picture was her favourite picture of you, from Alba’s wedding. Her in her suit and you in a pink bridesmaids dress. She touched your face hoping to feel some familiarity, some sense of comfort but there were none. It was cold. A tear started running down her cheek and she leaned back into the bed as she started into the ceiling feeling emptier than ever. It felt like her world had stopped turning. Her heart hurt so bad that she felt like there was something physically wrong with her. Her head was spinning.

Alexia found herself in a position that she had been in more times that one since you left. Tears were steaming down her face and her sobs were increasing. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping she could stop feeling. It was exhausting to have all of these feelings running around like a pack of wild horses. But then, her cries were soon stopped by knocking on the frontdoor.

“Hola, Alexia!»

«Mierda» Alexia mumbled under her breath. She knew that voice. It was Mapi. And Mapi wasn’t the type of persona to leave. She gave it her best shot as she held her breath.

“Alexia! I know that you are home! So open up before I break in por favor”

Alexia got up from the bed and wrapped herself in your favourite blanket. A pink fuzzy blanket with red hearts. A blanket she praised the gods for that you didn’t take with you. She brushed through her hair with her bare hands hoping to look more presentable, before stomping herself to the front door.

“ALEXIA! Sé que estás en casa!” Mapi yelled again, but this time slightly annoyed.

Alexia swung the door up, and Mapi’s jaw dropped in shock. Alexia looked like a train wreck. Like a ghost of herself.

“Que?” Alexia said with an annoyed look on her face while squinting her eyes.

“Ai, Alexia, what happened to you! You look horrible” Mapi exclaimed, still in shock. We eyes wide. Alexia rolled her eyes to her before grabbing the door to close it.

“Adios, Maria” she mumbled. Her hand grabbed the door handle and pushed it close. But her action was blocked by the length of Mapi’s foot.

“I’m coming in” Mapi said pushing past Alexia moving towards the couch. Alexia sighed before closing the door. All she wanted, was to be left alone to cry. To figure herself out. But, Mapi had other plans.

Mapi sat down in the couch and patted the seat next to her. Alexia slowly crept towards the couch before sitting down a bit further from Mapi, then Mapi had initiated. Alexia could feel the lecture incoming.

“Are you sick?”

“No”

“Are you injured?”

“No”

“Is Y/N sick or injured?”

Alexia’s eyes started tearing up. She couldn’t speak. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. She didn’t have the strength within her to yell. All her emotions were spread out across her body and she couldn’t keep it in even if she had tried.

"Is she sick? did she have a miscarriage?? Why didn’t you tell me!! I would’ve brought over Ing-” Mapi said in shock before being cut off by Alexia. Her and Ingrid, had experienced a miscarriage earlier, and there was nobody that understood you better than Ingrid.

“She isn’t sick, Mapi. I broke up with her…”

Mapi sat completely dumbfounded in the couch unable to process what she just heard. She didn’t want to believe her own ears. Her eyes widened even further and her jaw was practically on the floor.

“You did WHAT now? Come again??”

“I..ugh.. I broke up with her”

Alexia looked to the ground staring at her toes, embarrassed of her own actions.

“Alexia, after 13 years a; it’s not breaking up anymore. It’s practically a divorce.”

The words hurt Alexia more than she could imagine. It felt like someone had pulled all the air out of her lungs depriving her of Oxygen. She hadn’t thought of it like this. She had planned to ask you to marry her, but it ended up being postponed because of the World Cup. Just like everything else; the kids, the house and even the second cat you had begged her for. There was nothing Alexia regretted more than not letting you get a second cat. Hell, she wanted you to have all the cats in the world if that meant that you would come back to her. Alexia nodded while she sniffed. She hadn’t thought of it this way.

“Si, Mapi. I was so dumb, it is the dumbest decision I have ever made. And now, she’s gone for good”

Mapi and Alexia sat in the couch in silence. Mapi’s eyes wandered around the room. She could just now see the state of Alexia’s million dollar apartment. It looked like a garbage truck had exploded in there. The decor, your books, and all of the pictures you had put up if you, Alexia and your family from back home was gone. You had even taken the picture of your cat with you. She looked at Alexia and saw how Alexia’s eyes looked dull. Her face was puffy and her skin was red.

“Can I ask why? Did you fight? Did she..cheat?”

Alexia took a quick breath in. You would never cheat, and Alexia didn’t understand why. You had waited for 13 years for something she promised you years and years ago. Alexia wouldn’t have waited for anyone for that long. Mapi raised her eyebrow at Alexia expecting a damn good explanation.

“I thought that she was using me, distracting me from work, distracting me from getting better. She asked me to stay more at home and spend time with her..”

Mapi’s eyes widened again while lifting her hands up in the air.

“Are you delusional? Ai, she loved you even before you had money and fame! Alexia, she asked for your time? A just good enough woman would demand. She is more than a good woman. She is perfect, Alexia. Anyone would be honoured to have her in their life”

Alexia nodded quietly feeling like she was getting scolded by Mapi. But, inside her Alexia knew that it was well deserved. After what felt like hours of silence, Alexia shrugged her shoulders to Mapi’s dismay.

“Do you love her?”

“Mapi, it’s not that easy”

“Si,Alexia! It is!”

“Maria..”

Mapi raised her eyebrow, she felt like her head was about to explode. The fame really had ended up going straight to Alexia’s head. But, the damage was already done.

“I don’t even recognise you, anymore.”

“Please Mapi, don’t say that”

Mapi shot her a look. They had known each other since they were teenagers.

“But I don’t, Alexia. After the fame? If somebody showed me who you are more now back when we were 15, I would’ve never believed them. You are a shadow of yourself.”

Alexia’s eyes teared up. Mapi’s words were exactly what she needed to hear. But it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. The words felt like gunshots running through her heart.

“How, how do I make this right?”

Alexia furrowed her brows while her tears rolled down her face; Mapi got up from the couch before moving towards the door. She crossed her arms before the corners of her lips curved downwards.

“I’m not sure you can”

[hannieehaee]

hi! i hope u are doingg greattt! can u please do a wonwoo fic about when u get into an accident while ur husband!wonwoo was on a tour????????plzzzz do this fic and a happy endingg plzzzz

content: husband!wonwoo, idol!wonwoo, established relationship, gender neutral reader, angst, mentions of an accident, mentions of hospital, (tw for car accident implications), fluff, happy ending, etc.

wc: 1188

a/n: thank u for requesting!! sorry i took a lil while to get to it T-T

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wonwoo had never felt such fear in his life. i mean, how else was he supposed to react to such an unpredictable situation?

last he had spoken to you had been only three hours ago. on the phone. he had bid you goodbye for the night, letting you know he was about to go on stage and that he'd call you the next morning due to your time differences. he knew you'd be going home from work and head straight to sleep, so he didnt want you to feel like you had to wait up for him as he finished his never-ending setlist.

the next thing he knew, he was walking into the backstage area once more, exhausted but ready to head back to the hotel. except his plans had been interrupted by his manager, who pulled him aside to give him the grim news.

you had gotten on an accident on your way home. there were no more details at the moment. something about your best friend calling wonwoo from the hospital, but his manager had picked up, not understanding much from your friend's frantic rambles. wonwoo's heart immediately dropped at the implication. an accident could mean anything. it had happened on your way home, so that couldve implied a car accident .. wonwoo couldnt breathe anymore. the more he thought, the more his heart raced. his breath became heavy at the bare thought of you scared and alone while at home, not having your husband by your side.

he had been having fun on stage with his best friends while you had gotten hurt. there was no way for him to forgive himself for not being with you right now. he called your phone over and over as he ran to his assigned car, not even caring to change out of his concert ensemble. in the meantime he had his manager book him a flight to you immediately, not giving a second thought to any repercussions to his absence.

it took him a while to receive a response from you, or well, your best friend. she had called from your phone, letting him in on more details of your accident. wonwoo couldnt help but let out a sigh of relief at the news. you were okay. you were alive. you had swerved too harshly in order to avoid a deer that had gotten in your way, which caused the car to crash against a tree. the hood of the car was destroyed beyond reparation, but you had been left injured, but almost unscathed past a few broken bones. it was a broken arm, a broken collarbone, and a few scratches (re: a ton), but it was manageable. he would still dote to you until you healed, but he was just extremely content that you were okay.

regardless of your state, wonwoo still insisted on flying out to you. according to your best friend, you were still passed out. fortunately for wonwoo, his flight would take him to you within five hours, meaning you'd likely be awake by the time he got to you. his heart couldnt help but continue to race for you. the scare was still fresh in his mind, and the thought that he wouldve been away from you had it been something worse made him want to repent.

somehow he managed to fall asleep during the flight, only to be awoken by his manager the moment the plane landed. thankfully, it had been an unplanned flight, which meant wonwoo had the luxury of no one awaiting him at the airport. he had covered himself up – a bucket hat and a face mask sufficed to get him to where he needed to be with no recognition. he made the trip as quick as possible, feeling an instinctual need to be by your side.

after some very inconvenient paperwork, he made it to your room, standing outside as he pondered as to why he was scared to go in. you were fine. and probably even awake by now. but he couldnt help but think: it had taken him a total of seven hours to get to you. if anything ever happened to you, his idol schedule would always get in the way. your husband was not truly a husband. he was always away, always prioritizing his work and his fans, unable to tend to you in such moments. he always knew you'd be better off with someone who partook a more conventional career, but moments like this truly proved his theory.

even now, he felt like a terrible partner. he was pitying himself instead of checking on you. the realization made him shake his head at his own thoughts, forcing them away as he walked in. any thinking prior to that moment had been useless, as his heart became swollen with adoration the moment he saw you look up at the door, smiling as soon as your eyes landed on him. you didnt pay mind to your injuries, sitting up and extending your healthy arm towards him to draw him in.

he couldnt help but fall into your arms, doing his best to avoid any broken bones as he held you against him. he was aware that some of his body weight was above you, but you wouldnt let him pull away to readjust. you wanted him in your arms as much as he did you.

damn any insecurities wonwoo had. he'd be selfish and keep you to himself. if he had to exhaust himself through hours of travel to get to you, he would. or even better, he'd take you with him from now on. be damned anything that tried to get in the way of him and his love.

"my love ..."

"dont worry, nonu. im fine! it was just a freak accident. you didnt have to come, but ... fuck, im so happy you're here," you rambled as soon as you pulled away, still keeping him sitting on the bed as you leaned as close to him as possible.

"ill always come, you know that," he paused, "you scared the fuck out of me, i ... that call. ive never been more terrified. im sorry i wasnt here, im sorry i-"

"wonwoo, no! i understand. i cant believe you flew all the way to see me even if its just a few broken bones. im sorry i scared you."

his hand made its way to your cheek, caressing it gently as he smiled sweetly at you, "dont apologize. ill take a million scares if it means you're okay. i ... is it okay if i stay? i want to take care of you. actually, no, i dont care if its too much, i- i need to be by your side. can i?"

"yes. you dont have to ask, i always want you here."

"good. ill take you home with me as soon as you're discharged. never letting you out of my sight again."

"what about tour, you-"

"shh. ill take care of it. you're my priority. ill take care of you, okay? i love you."

"i love you more, nonu."

he let yet another sigh of relief at those five words, knowing that as soon as he heard those words, he'd be okay. you'd both be okay.

[haechoxo]

[10:35 am]

haechan's apartment was a mess. empty takeout containers littered the coffee table, clothes were strewn across the floor, and the air was thick with the scent of stale beer. he hadn’t expected any visitors, let alone you.

he had spent the morning trying to shake off the anxiety from his late-night confession, his mind replaying every word he had said to you. he was expecting a phone call, dreading and hoping for it all at once. when a knock echoed through the cluttered apartment, his heart leaped into his throat.

he stumbled to the door, tripping over a pair of sneakers on his way. swinging it open, he was met with the sight of you standing there, looking as unsure as he felt.

“i—” you started, then faltered, your rehearsed words suddenly elusive. “i said i’d call, but i thought... maybe we should talk in person.”

he stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. “uh, yeah, yeah. come in. sorry about the mess.”

you walked into his apartment, glancing around. it was a mess–but it was so very haechan. he looked at you, clearly embarrassed, scratching the back of his head and blushing furiously.

“i, um, wasn’t expecting company,” he admitted, trying to tidy up a bit.

“n-no, it’s okay, i didn’t give you a warning…” you were just as shy as him right now. “i think i’ve seen worse anyway.” you giggle, easing the tension a bit.

“can i get you something?” he asked, his voice awkward and hesitant. “water, coffee?”

you shook your head, mumbling a soft ‘no thanks’, as you took a seat on the couch.

haechan sat down across from you, the silence between you heavy. you took a deep breath, finally getting to the point, “i thought about what you said last night.”

he perks up in his seat a bit, eyes flickering with hope, “y-yeah?”

“i… i want to make it clear first, we can’t just—forget any of it happened,” he deflates, “the hookups, the dates that weren’t dates, our fights too.”

“r-right…” he hopes you can’t see that he’s about to cry again.

“but, we were friends before all of that. you were my best friend… a-and i don’t want to lose that either.”

“i don’t want to lose you either i–” he sighs, frustrated with himself, “i let things get so far out of hand, i won’t ever stop making it up to you for as long as you let me, y/n.”

your cheeks tinge with a blush at his words, “yeah you were stupid,” he genuinely laughs at this, “but i probably shouldn’t have agreed to your ‘proposal’ the first time it happened, i told myself it would be a one time thing, but then one turned into two, and two turned into three years. i agreed because i trusted you, because i liked you.”

haechan’s eyes widen, “liked?”

“well—i still do, i mean why else would we be here, but that’s besides the point!” you quickly try to avert the topic from your silly schoolgirl crush.

“if you’re serious about me, as you say, i can forgive you. if we start over.”

“start over?” seriously, how dense can he be.

“no more hookups, hyuck.” you deadpanned

“oh! right, of course, so… you mean, we can go out on a real date, for real?” you’d laugh at how endearing it sounded if he wasn’t so serious.

some things don’t change.

“well—no.”

“oh.”

“i wanna just… go back to being friends—for now.” you stated softly.

“yeah… yeah that makes sense.” he looks like a kicked puppy, you could almost laugh.

“it’s not forever, hyuck,” a breathy laugh leaves your lips, “just until things are back to normal, when we– heal? i guess, from what happened these past few weeks.”

he nods, “so… just friends?”

“just friends.”

haechan looks visibly relieved, content with the current status of your relationship with him, he wouldn’t mind you keeping him at arms length, so long as you were keeping him at all.

“so... can you tell renjun to unblock me on twitter now?”

sigh.

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a/n ; APOLOGIES FOR THE LATE UPDATE💔,, i was unfortunately busy yesterday and couldnt stay locked up in my room 😔 and writing a “reconciliation” type of scene was so much more difficult than the angst… like this was a genuine challenge for me… BUT… only one more chapter after this…😰 im thinking of all the little bonus text chapters and silly blurbs i can make but only if u guys would wanna see those so lmk!! ik this isnt the best, i feel like i am better suited for angst, but lmk what u think! advice is always appreciated! xoxo jelly

[floppydiskettess]

VALORANT AGENTS REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING INJURED ON A MISSION

featuring - sage, killjoy, cypher, yoru, sova, gekko, viper

a/n : cyphers part contains a lot of angst and alcohol talk. i couldnt let it ALL be fluff 😋

✮~ Sage ~✮

literally the sweetest ever, but this doesn't need to be said

if its a minor injury, she will definitely be giving you a talk about being safer and how to prevent that from happening

"but what if it was something more serious? something even I couldn't heal? you must be more careful angel."

if her s/o was harmed badly, she would do two things.

one, she would immedietely drop everything and rush towards healing you, this woman will stay up all night trying to heal you and make sure that there is not so much as a scratch left on your body. she would definitely overwork herself but making sure you are alright is all that matters.

two, the second you are stable and resting, she is going to find out whichever enemy agent hurt you and fuck. them. up.

im talking full battle sage, she will have no mercy if the injury they caused was threatening enough.

she may excude sweet and kind energy but she is one scary lady when the people she loves are harmed

she knows exactly how damaged a body must be for it to be unfixable.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't be there my dear, but they won't be hurting you again."

she will be watching you carefully, even asking brimstone to take you off of missions for a short time or asking him to keep an eye on you.

she doesn't know what she would do if she lost you..

☻︎~ Killjoy ~︎︎☹︎

she blames herself, how could she not? she designed most of the stuff...it must be a error in her inventions.

she will work night and day trying to figure out what happened. was it a weapon error? did the gun she designed for you malfunction? oh no was she to blame for anyone elses injuries?!

it would take a lot of reassurance for her to calm down. after all, this wouldn't have happened if she had been more careful...right?

"Mein gott...you scared me. I thought I lost you schatzi..."

she is going to be by your side after sage discharges you from her infirmary. expect lots of physical affection (if your comfortable with it.) and care.

she will treat you as if you were glass about to break. you will not be doing any chores while you recover.

oh you need to work on a mission report? its already finished and submitted. you are hungry? she would cook a lovely meal her parents would make her when she was sick. (with the help of some other agents...shes probaly not a great cook lets be honest..)

"KJ...Sage gave me the all clear! I can do it!"

" Nein nein! You are going to rest mein Häschen! I don't want you straining yourself!"

♖~ Cypher ~♖

if you get injured, be it minor or major. this man will WORRY.

he already lost everything, he cannot lose you either. if he did...he would have nothing.

when sage showed up at his door covered in blood and bruises. he knew something went wrong.

you told him you were going on a small mission. just an in and out radianite extraction at an abandoned lab. he had no reason to worry...right?

when he heard what had happened, he was devastated. what was supposed to be a quick mission turned out to be a setup. what makes it worse? you were alone at your site.

he will be thinking the worst. what if you...? if he had only done a more detailed check on the lab...maybe he could have protected you. but he didn't. he feels like he failed.

you spend weeks in the recovery bay, lying unconcious.

he spends those weeks without you in his lab drinking the memories away and trying to figure out what happened.

he just cannot function with the thought of losing you at the back of his mind at all times.

he knows he was caught when viper appears at his doorway with a concerned glare and a solemn looking sage in tow. he can't remember most of it, but viper was worried? about him?

soon he was also transported to sages infirmary. getting put on nutrients and oxygen. it was obvious he was not taking care of himself without your presence

when you wake up, he would be right there cradling your cheek with his hand. his mask nowhere in sight. all that matters was that you were safe now

"يا حياتي..i was so scared i lost you"

he will never forget his past, but he looks forward to his future with you.

can you tell i like cypher guys :)

☁︎~ Yoru ~☁︎

do not even get me started on this man

he would be extremely angry.

but is it at you, the others, or maybe himself?"

upon hearing the news, he would immediately check on you. seeing your unconcious body just makes something in him snap. the thought that someone had done this to you...he plants a soft kiss to your temple, before storming out of the infirmary.

for the next few days, he would lash out at everyone around him. sage came around to bring him some food as he had not left his room and he just...lost it.

he wasn't even sure who he was yelling at, who he was blaming for what happened. poor sage looked petrified and the others seemed to gather the idea yoru didn't want to be talked too right now.

with no word from anybody about your condition, he lay down on his bed and cried numbly. every night he would teleport into where sage had kept you to heal. he would sit in silence staring at your asleep face before always kissing your forehead goodbye. in hopes that somehow, you would wake up.

he went to your room and grabbed some sweaters of yours, every night he slept with them for comfort, clinging onto them as if they were going to leave him too.

when you wake up, he won't care about keeping his mysterious "badass" persona up. he will be at your side holding your hand and crying.

"please be more careful 私の日光...i don't know what i would do if i lost you."

when sage discharges you, he will be glued to you. he will simple little things for you (such as opening doors for you.)

his love language is definitely acts of service

if you teased him about this though, he will never admit to it.

he will be doing simple things such as cooking meals, cleaning up, and helping you finish any work you have

he is so domestic

he may not be super outwardly affectionate, but with each small favour he does for you he is putting all of his love into it.

𖦹~ Sova ~𖦹

sova is literally the most caring boyfriend...like ever..

if its a minor injury, he will treat it (if sage and skye are off on a mission).

he will definitely lightly scold you, not to be mean! just because he hates seeing you hurt and in pain.

"ангел. please be more careful next time..you know i hate seeing you upset."

if it was a major injury though, he is relatively the same.

he isn't scared to cry infront of the others, when he gets the news that your mission went south he was crying into sages shoulder.

he would stay with you the entire recovery. sage had to keep kicking him out at nighttime but eventually she realized she couldn't stop him. she simply would bring meals for him whenever he would forget to eat.

he would sit and tell you about his day, how the missions were going, even the silly schenanigans that the younger agents were pulling

"yoru tried to get revenge on phoenix for his prank but it went so bad ангел. he entered his rift and jumped out to scare him, but reyna happened to have just been passing by! she was absolutely livid родная. i have never seen our dear riftwalker so terrified!" he chuckled

when you woke up, he was still there lightly snoring against the chair sage had brought him.

when he woke up, he was thrilled, his eyes immediately lighting up like a childs

"have you been sitting here the whole time?"

"of course my dear. as if i would leave you."

߷~ Gekko ~߷

as the newest agent, he hasn't known you for very long. your relationship was coming up to a few months old but he hadn't told you how much he loved you yet.

so naturally, when he heard you were injured he was terrified

he knew this job was dangerous! he just never thought it would be you getting injured...he also never really thought of anyone getting badly injured

he was training with harbour when he overheard a mission going wrong...a mission you were on.

he would rush to the infirmary overloading sage with questions about you

"Sage!! Finally...que pasó?? Neon told me something happened on the mission?!"

Appariently, you had gotten caught in a fight with the enemy Breach and he hit you with his aftershock.

He didn't know much about Breach, but he knew that man had quite a bit of strength in his abilities (being like...bionic you know?"

After some skillful and strategic convincing (pathetic and annoying begging) Sage agreed to take him to see you.

When he caught sight of you lying in the bed staring up at the ceiling, he let out a big sigh he didn't even know he was holding.

"Mi sol! Oh mierda I was so worried! What happened?"

He would be sitting patiently listening to you explain what happened. All while staring at you softly.

"Shooottt...sounds like you had a busy mission! I am just happy you made it back cariño."

☠︎︎~ Viper ~ ☠︎︎

if you were minorly injured, it was probably from tinkering with her poison vials and one leaked onto your fingers

after hearing your grunt in pain, she turns around and her eyes widen, rushing towards you.

"Idiot, I said not to touch anything!"

she swears under her breath before wiping it away and rubbing some sort of cream onto your hand

"Honestly..who would touch something containing poison WITHOUT protection?"

her biggest fear? her poison causing you harm.

so what if a mission were to go wrong and you happened to step into a bubble of her poison?

it was a genuine wrong place wrong time situation. she had a poison bubble deployed and sitting on the ground, as she activated it she looked up to see your frame walking overtop of it.

she shouts to get you to move, but you don't hear her in time. next thing she knows, you are on the ground out cold with green and purple lines all over your face.

she quickly would call for backup, holding you tight but trying to avoid the chemical burns.

when she is back to safety, she rushes to sage's infirmary with your barely warm body in her arms

unfortunately, the poison had seeped into some open wounds you had. causing it to spread throught your body. viper leaves sage alone to do her job, pacing back and forth outside.

she knew how strong her poison could be, but she also knew how strong your body was. you would survive. you had too.

after a few hours, a tired sage walks out and nods, signaling it went well.

viper rushed into the room and immediately looked at your sleeping face, wincing at the fading bloodshot lines on your face.

"i'm so sorry love..please wake up soon"

she would wait by your side holding your hand and occasionally planting soft kisses to the back of your hand.

she knew you would be ok, but she couldn't help but feel bad that her miscommunication and carelessness caused this to happen to you.

when you wake up, she would be whispering soft apologies into your ear

"i promise...you will never feel this pain again my dear."

a/n : holy shit guys!!!! this took a while!! i spent a good 4 hours writing all this JDJSBSJSKSKSN its probably cringe im sorry

but yeah! i tried my best to write this with a gender neutral reader in mind but in some of these its definitely a bit more fem reader leaning! also i do not speak any of the languages spoken in this so if i made a mistake or used something wrong PLEASE let me know so I can fix it!!!

[leaentries]

out of line | nico hischier

summary: when his girl finds the ring, it doesn’t end like he had hoped.

warnings: mostly angst, swearing, this does have a happy ending (im sorry i couldnt leave my babies in dispair)

wc: 1.9k+

a/n: i’m sorry in advance, i feel like i don’t write angst that well…but i hope you enjoy regardless

the captain’s girl masterlist

Heaviness lay in thick blankets around the room, almost like the inches of sand that covered the expanse of beach outside. Your throat felt tight at the intense gaze Nico was blazing at you. It wasn’t often the two of you fought, but it sure hurt like hell when you did.

Shuddered breaths heaved in your chest, hands pricking at your nails. It all felt like a nightmare. Except, you weren’t waking up.

Tension had been rising for days, emotions only growing as you and Nico danced around each other. You had refused to acknowledge the elephant in the room, or rather, the ring.

You loved Nico, with everything in your being, but you weren’t ready for marriage. Not yet anyway. Nico had always seemed so understanding about you choosing to wait a few more years before doing anything rash. Yet now, you weren’t so sure.

With Nico inviting you to come along for the trip during bye-week, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic. The thought of being able to spend an entire week with your boyfriend was like a breath of much needed fresh air. And it was, for the first few days.

At least until Wednesday.

❥.

Nico had gone out with some of the guys, promising to be back by 4 at the latest. Not that you minded much, getting the very nice and very expensive villa to yourself for a while was enticing.

After an hour or so in the sun, you decided to take a little break and use the giant bathtub that had been screaming your name since you had arrived. Grabbing your bag and some clothes, you made your way to the en-suite, making sure to leave the door slightly cracked, just in case Nico got home.

You turned on the faucet, making sure the water temperature was just right, before stripping yourself and sinking into the welcoming space. Closing your eyes, you sunk your body lower into the water, until it brushed against your chin with any movement. The motion of the slight waves was like a massage to your sore, sun-burnt skin.

You remained in the tub until the water ran cold and your skin began to get pruny. You pulled the drain, before carefully getting out and wrapping yourself in the closest towel. Walking over to the counter, you rummaged through your bag, trying to find your face wash, yet coming up empty handed.

You rolled your eyes, realizing you must have left it somewhere. Although, it was just a minor inconvenience, since you and Nico both used the same brand, so you weren’t worrying too much.

Squatting down to open the cabinet under the sink, you pulled out Nico’s black bag, quickly opening it to find the familiar bottle. You began to pull stuff out, before a little velvet box fell onto the tile beneath you.

Your breath caught in your throat, hoping it isn’t what you think it is. Nico knew you wanted to marry him, but not now, not during the peak of his career and your schooling. It just wasn’t what you saw for yourself. Shakily reaching down to grab the box, you stood up, scared to open it.

You almost opted to put it back, knowing that if it was an engagement ring, your relationship would never go back to the way it was. This would bring up a new wave of emotions and obstacles. It would open up a door you didn’t know if you could close.

Bracing yourself against the counter, you slowly opened the box. Gleaming back at you, in all its glory, was the most beautiful ring you could have imagined. It was the perfect ring. But this only made it hurt worse. Just picturing Nico picking out a the cut of diamond you had always wanted, or the band color, had your heart clenching with sadness.

You knew you were gonna have to talk to him about it, before he did something that neither of you would be able to walk away from unscathed.

It was the only option to save your relationship. To save Nico.

Sighing, you swiftly get dressed, placing the box back on the counter, hoping that Nico would realize you had found it. Now this may seem cowardly, but it was truly what you thought would be best. At least then, the blow would be softer than a straight out rejection.

You figured that if you prompted him to bring up the ring, the conversation would be easier. Only, he never brought it up. You could tell he knew, by the way he was so cautious with anything he did around you past 48 hours. This only caused your heartache to worsen.

Eventually, the tension came to a boiling point. Having just got home from a private dinner, you can’t help but feel as though Nico had originally planned for more to come from that picture perfect beachfront sunset. Deep down, you didn’t need to guess, you knew.

This was the night Nico was supposed to propose.

You felt conflicted as you entered the living room in silence. On one hand, you felt relieved he didn’t get down on one knee, yet on the other, you felt guilty for hoping the man you loved wouldn’t confess his undying loyalty to you. Your chest tightened with emotion.

“Can we not do this anymore?”

Nico’s voice rang out, interrupting your battling thoughts. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Not do what, Neeks?”

“Not sit here and pretend you didn’t find the ring, or that I wasn’t gonna propose to you.”

There it was. The bomb finally dropped. With those few words, the harsh truth of the situation became real. All of it did. No matter how hard you tried to remain in denial, or refuse to acknowledge it, reality always finds a way to bite back.

You bit your lip, contemplating on how to begin voicing your side, “Nico, what you need to understand is-”

He cut you off, “I do understand, Y/n. But you told me about your whole “plan” 2 years ago when we first got together.” His chest heaved with despair, “I thought you’d change your mind by now.”

“My plan? My plan was never going to change. You can’t be upset with me, when you were the one who assumed I’d say yes.”

Nico felt his heart shatter at your words, anger quickly began to boil through his veins, “Of course I’d assume you’d say yes,” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “I mean, fuck, we live together. We do everything with each other. I’m sorry for wanting to take that step with you, truly I am.”

His sarcasm didn't get lost on you. Scoffing, you turned away from him.

“Nico, you’re not listening to me-“

“What’s there to hear?” He cut you off once more, arms flaring into the air, “That you don’t want to marry me? God forbid someone actually wants to love you.”

You spin back around, tears springing to your eyes, “You are so out of line right now, Nico.”

Yet, your shaky tone did nothing to calm him.

“How am I out of line? For loving you?”

Disbelief was written all over your face. You couldn’t even begin to comprehend the intensity of it all. Nico’s harsh comments pelted through any sort of resolve you had left. Never once did you think Nico would say something like that. Especially knowing your past. It stung worse than any pain you could imagine. 

“T-That’s not fair,” You quivered, “And you know it.” 

Nico’s tense form deflated at your meek voice. The anger that once flowed through him like hot lava, has now receded, leaving nothing but spiky coldness and depression. He felt lost, plagued by the possibility of not spending the rest of his life with you.

He gingerly walked across the room, now standing directly parallel to you, “Why?” His voice was distant and cracking under the weight of his emotions, “Why won’t you marry me, schatzi?”

The use of the familiar nickname was enough to break you. Sobs wracked through your body, knees becoming shaky. Nico immediately engulfed you in his arms, cradling you against his chest like it was the last time he’d ever feel you. You felt Nico’s own tears fall freely, the hurt grasping you both. Heavy cries left Nico’s chest, only furthering your guilt. 

“I’m so sorry, Nico!” You blubbered hopelessly, “I love you so m-much, I just,” Your sentence was cut short by the rapid hiccups in your breath. 

Nico’s hands moved to gently hold your face, pulling it to meet his bloodshot eyes. His cheeks were red and puffy, wet tracks trailing down to his chin, but you knew you didn't look much better. He tried his best to calm your breathing, even through his own unsteady gasps. After a few minutes, you found yourself composed enough to continue. 

“I don’t know,” You admitted weakly, “I don’t know why I don’t want to marry you, Neeks. I’m just not ready, yet.”

Nico took a second to mull over your words. He dropped his hands from your face, leaving you distraught at the possibility of him being even more upset. He quickly turned, retreating to your shared bedroom. You felt your throat squeeze, a new wave of anxiety washing over you. 

Finding the courage to follow him, you found him sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. His shoulders shook with the force of his sobs. 

You made your way over to him, perching on your knees in front of his legs. He lifted his head, pain written all over his handsome features. Your body physically ached at the amount of hurt swimming in his doe eyes. You cursed yourself for being the cause of it. Nico reached out to slowly like he’d spook you if he moved too quickly. He pulled you to stadle his waist, big eyes drilling into yours. 

He dropped his head in shame, “I’m sorry, schatzi.” 

You swallowed thickly, having not expected an apology.

“I should have talked to you about it first. I-I just got excited when we finally started talking about the future, I thought you had changed your mind.” 

You relaxed slightly, realizing he wasn’t gonna end things, “Don’t be sorry,” You rasped, voice hoarse from crying, “I should have made it clearer.” 

Lifting his face, you forced him to look at you, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get married eventually, Neeks. I promise, I do. Just-,” You looked at his hopeful gaze, “Just not right now.”

He nodded slightly, understanding your words. 

Your eye flickered from his eyes to his lips, before carefully placing a delicate kiss. Nico responded almost immediately, hands pulling you deeper. The kiss was slow and passionate. The days of bottled-up emotions pouring into each other's mouths. You slipped your hands into the back of his hair, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere. 

You eventually pulled away for air, chests panting. You sat for a moment, just taking in the other’s body. Nico was the first to break the silence. 

“Can you promise me something, schatzi?” Nico begged. 

You nodded quickly, “Anything.” 

“Promise you’ll marry me someday.” He swallowed, face falling into a serious expression.

You smiled slightly at his lingering worry. You kissed him once more as reassurance, before pulling away just enough to speak. 

“I promise I’ll marry you someday, Neeks.”

[dunmeshi-darlings]

Hi! May I please request some angst?

Marcille,Falin, and Laios (separate) with an isekai'd terminally ill s/o who needs to go back to their world in order to get treatment, since their disease is incredibly advanced, by their standards, and not easy for magic to handle.

However, the three want to save their s/o, but at the same time doesn't want them to go back to their world.

Aye a somber request but one i can do. After All, The whole worlds a stage. For some it is a comedy, Others an adventure, and yet still for others it is a tragedy. But all must play there part one way or another.

When you first arrived marcille was in awe, Not only did another entire reality exist, but you had apparently somehow been teleported from there?! She had questioned you for hours about the world, about what it was like. Fascinated that it was a world of technology in a vaguely similar fashion to the dwarves machinery, yet even more advanced. How it was a world without monsters and only had regular animals. How it was a world inhabited only by People like you, Nothing but tallmen (though in reality you and the rest of the people from your world werent tallmen, they just happened to be the most similar to your people). But strangest of all it had no magic (or so you thought), The idea seemed foreign to her and she couldnt even imagine what it could possibly be like.

You two had grown closer and fallen in love and marcille viewed you as a gift from the divine...but like all divinity they are cruel and can change there whims in a split second. It started off with a small cough, neither of you were particularly worried about it, sicknesses come and go after all. But the cough over time slowly progressed and got worse and worse, it eveolved into a tightness in the chest and struggle breathing. you became unable to do most physical things as your condition worsened, Then the dry coughing grew worse when one day you coughed into your hand and when you pulled it away it was soaked in blood.

Marcille tried everything she could, she had asked falin to do everything she could, but sadly to no avail as the healer couldnt seem to slow this disease. She asked laios for help who spent a small fortune of his newly aquired kingdoms gold to try and find you the best healers in the world to no avail. Marcille was at her wits end, she couldnt see you die. She had seen so many people she loved and cared about die already, she couldnt loose you too. However one day you brought up an idea, one that broke her heart almost as much as the idea of your death did. "i think...the only ones who could help....me..are doctors from...my world.."

Marcille begged and pleaded, she didnt want to loose you that way either...but she knew deep down that there was no magic here that could help. The both of you knew that with the magic of this world, your death was certain and you needed to go back to be treated...but...but what if...what if marcille used magic not of this world.

That dark beckoning call came to her once more, its powerful embrace called out to her, it whispered gilded words that dripped a hopeful venom. It asked of her how far would she be willing to go to save the one she loved? If her true desire was to save you, she would do anything right?....right?

She had already used its power once, what harm would using it once more do? Maybe it could save you? maybe it could fix this disease and you and her could live happily ever after. Marcille had already called upon these dark ruinous powers before, it would be so simple to do it again? Who cares about the law, of morality, of the dangers this magic poses...Would marcille truly wield that eldritch power once more to save you? consequences be damned...right?

Your arrival was incredibly to falin, the idea of a whole new world of wonder, of things to see and do, a whole new world of beauty she had never seen before made her giddy. You and her would sit up for hours as you told her stories of your world, of just how different it was than her world, how the people were, how life was. And though there were many sad stories, Falin always found it comforting to know that so many good things happened in this other world to, that no matter how grim the world seemed. There would always be people being happy and living there lives and trying to make the world a better place, it made her smile. The two of you grew closer and eventually you confessed your feelings for her, however she giggled saying how she had planned on doing the same as well. The two of you getting together as you two travelled together after laios's ascension to be the new golden kingdoms king. However, Death once more made its presence known in the door of falins home, but instead of seeing her once more it decided to come calling the one person she hoped most it would never see for years.

The coughing was the first sign something was wrong, Falin was a gifted healer and so she used her magic to try and get rid of it...but it didnt work, no matter what she did that cough wouldnt go away, at most only disapearing for a day or so then coming right back. Its progression only getting worse and worse as she frantically tried to out heal the symptoms, each time she would try to heal you she would be in tears. messy tear drops falling down her cheeks as she would use her healing magic over and over and over till she herself would throw up from magic sickness.

By the time you had started coughing up blood you had to force falin to stop trying to heal you, you both knew it wasnt going to work and that she was just hurting herself and that broke your heart. the two of you laying together as you both sobbed at all of this..it wasnt fair, it wasnt right. How could something so awful happen to such an amazing and loving person....falin couldnt believe it could happen. Eventually you told her one night you had an idea. "Falin...i think the only way ill survive is if i go back to my world...and get help there."

It broke falins heart, because she knew deep down you were right...that the only hope you had was to go back to your world and get help there. Falin was quiet for awhile, her mind racing before she softly takes a hold of your hands. "Ok...if thats the case...IM GOING WITH YOU!"

She shouts confusing you, asking her if she is serious!? would she just leave this world behind? her nodding saying that your her world and wherever you go she wants to be right there with you. And besides, she cant loose you..

When you first showed up laios was excited about the possibility to learn about all new monsters in a whole new reality....however when you told him that monsters werent a thing he couldnt help but admit how your world seemed boring.

Despite that he adored you as the two of you grew closer and closer and eventually got together. You ruling the golden kingdom alongside him. The two of you ruling the kingdom together happily, Despite laios endless hunger and curse towards monsters he was happy. you help him deal with the stress of ruling the kingdom, But perhaps fate had one last curse in store for laios...or perhaps this was some aspect of the winged lions curse on him itself.

You started off with coughing, Laios noting it was likely a cold or something and asking falin or marcille to use healing magic to help..but it didnt work. You only continued to grow worse and laios grew more and more worried. He looked through his books about monsters trying to find something in them that might heal you. He had you drink multiple brothes, eat mixtures of vegetables and herbs, bath in some monster blood but nothing was helping. None of the medicinal properties of the various monster parts he would hire people to go get would work.

By the time you had started coughing up blood, laios had all but given up hope. Nothing was working, no matter what he did, no monster remedies could help, neither marcille or falins magic could help..and his own healing magic wasnt great. He would just sit by your bedside and cry into the sheets as he held you. Eventually though you spoke to him. "Laios...i think the only way ill live..is if i go back...the doctors of my world are more advanced...its the best chance i have."

It tore laios to pieces to hear this, he hated the idea of loosing you. he had almost lost his sister, and he was so afraid to loose you too. But he knew you were right, it was the best chance you had. He would join you if he could...but he couldnt, he had to rule over the golden kingdom. There was nobody else that could rule it in his place, He had to stay behind..and it ate him alive. He told you that he would always be yours, and that he would always think of you no matter what. And as long as you lived, thats all that mattered to him.

[strwberri-milk]

hiii!! since your ask box is open, how about the reader not being mc and rafayel being with since he thinks he'll never find mc again, but then yk according to the story line meets her. it's up to you to decide. feel free to ignore it. thank you🩷🌷

i hate angst [sob] /lh but i do think this is gonna go angst and stay angst bc,,,,i see the person he meets in the timelines basically being his true love and the one person he'll go back to no matter what :(( i decided to do like. idk reconcilation sorta at the end bc i think hed also feel bad for dating someone when he knew he couldnt love them as much as mc [sob]

You thought that Rafayel loved you and he just had a strange way of showing it. He's always been a little cold to the people around him, flippant and dismissive but when it comes to you he warms up just a little bit. He's never been cruel to you but you always feel like he's holding back. Sometimes, he loses himself a little, hands holding onto you tightly as he kisses you hard, puffs of his breath brushing up against your lips.

At the very least you never doubted his loyalty. You knew that he wasn't seeing anybody outside of you and he treated you kindly, even if you couldn't see all of him. He was just reserved and private and you respected that - you'd never pressure him into saying or doing something that he wasn't comfortable with because you love him.

One day, you meet his new bodyguard. She's kind and polite and unwilling to put up with Rafayel's antics, something you commend her for. You never had any reason to doubt her intentions because she never gave you any just cause, warming up to her just as quickly as Rafayel did.

It doesn't take you long to realise that something's different about her. Rafayel doesn't do anything outwardly strange but the way he starts to look at her and almost boyish shyness you see in her presence warns you of the inevitable. You hope that it's just because she's someone new, that he's just trying to figure out how to act around her but when he asks you to come over to talk as soon as you can you know what's happening.

He barely looks at you as he tells you he's enjoyed his time with you but he doesn't love you the way you need him to. You don't even need to ask him to know that it's because of her and as you drive home you're so unbelievably angry. You wish that he did something worse, that he had an affair and things were escalating between the two of them to give you the ability to be angry at him but you can't. He was honest and fair with you, recognising his feelings and leaving you before they became something harmful to you.

The breakup is amicable at least and Rafayel texts you another apology in addition to a basket of gifts to you. You choose not to respond, letting the basket sit outside for days until finally it disappears, rotting in bed as you try to work on getting over him.

It's months until the next time you see him in town, walking with the bodyguard. All the hurt comes back and you have half a mind to storm over and cuss him out but when you see the look on his face you take pause. He looks happy for once, something soft and innocent that you could never draw out of him yourself. She looks at him just as happily, the two of them seeming to have some sort of understanding that you'd never been able to achieve with him.

All the hurt in your chest dissipates. You love Rafayel more than anything and still do - it'll take you some more time to get over him and as much as watching him like this stings you know that all you've ever wanted was for him to be happy. You slowly come to accept the fact Rafayel couldn't be this happy with you and you're glad that he's found her.

Rafayel still feels guilty because in his mind, he led you on. He thought he'd never find her again but now that he has the weight of what he did to you is lessened. However, he knows that if he were in your position it'd hurt him as well which is what leads him to inviting you to one of his shows as a show of good faith. The two of you don't even talk at that show but when you offer him a slight smile and wave he's glad to know the two of you have come to some sort of agreement, finally able to put to those worries of his to rest.

[onlyangellucifer]

I LOVE YOU, ITS RUINING MY LIFE

PLOT:

It’s the biggest trial of the year and the whole world is watching. Stakes are higher and tension is higher. Little do they know, the prosecutor and defence attorney are in love.

OR

Harry is a popular defense attorney in London & Y/N is a popular prosecutor. Both are known for rarely losing & now they’ve found themselves in a pickle.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:✧*⋆.*:･ﾟ✧.: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

WARNINGS:

Mentions of murder, blood, and the likes (nothing too graphic), smut (in the future), angst, fluff, etc. will add more if any others pop up!

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hello!! Ive been MIA, sorry. However, ive come bearing gifts! Below the cut is a sneak peak at this new short series (no more than 6 parts atm). Im working on the other series’ too, sorry for the delay. Hope you can forgive me. Anyways i hope u enjoy defense attorney!Harry 🫶🏼 the preview also isnt proof read, so excuse any typos. Meaning things WILL be changed / could be changed & moved around! Not sure of word count, but cant be more than 1500. Its short.

London hasnt seen a case this high profile since the case of Harold Shipman, who killed up to 250 victims. Many feared this may be another case of Jack The Ripper, as they double checked their doors at night, hoping the serial killer wasn’t going to show up at their door. The relief that washed over the town when the police had finally caught the man whom they think is responsible for the latest killings of 20 men and women. The scenes were too graphic to show on tv.

Y/N ended up with the case. The crime scene photos were unnerving to her and interviewing the victims families made it even worse. Bile creeping up throat as she read the horrific things that happened to each victim. She wanted to know this case by the back of her hand, because of course she was up against one of the top defense attorneys in the country. He rather lost and found plot holes in every single case, having a 97% success rate with getting his clients off the hook and their record clear. She thought noone would pick up the mans case, there was so much evidence that pointed towards the man.

Harry was attractive, tall, dark hair and those piercing greenish hazel eyes. Y/N was nervous and she hated being that way. Harry often came by the law firm, having connections with anyone and everyone. His career was unmatched, he was handsome, wealthy, the whole package. Yet he was single and that blew Y/N’s mind.

Harry was just as shocked as Y/N to learn they’d facing each other in court. He was certain his client did it, but, he had to defend him anyways. He was called by the court to do it pro bono, as noone else wanted to take the case. If he lost, his numbers would certainly be impacted. If he won, people may look at him differently in a moral sense. Surely though there was a plot hole and the prosecution would slip up. He couldnt believe it was Y/N who got the case. Soft, shy, gorgeous Y/N. He already developed this small crush on her and now he had to take her on in court? Surely this wasnt a good thing. It had to be God punishing him for helping criminals and making a good living while doing so. Harry always viewed her as the more submissive type and his dirty thoughts were hard to keep at bay. Maybe that was the reason God was punishing him.

While Harry laid awake, staring at the ceiling, Y/N was doing the same. Y/N had never seen Harry in action, but, she’s heard how he’s always been strict and concise in the court room. His dominant side coming out, and that scared Y/N. Especially because she imagined him being dominant somewhere else, mainly at night when she lay in bed alone with her thoughts and hands.

[grapenamjams]

Gaz & Captain Price scenarios with a fatally injured reader

Warning: descriptions of injury, wounds, possible reader death and ofc angst my old friend.

A/n: couldnt leave them out of the fun

Continuation of this post

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Gaz

Kyle’s heart had been hammering inside his chest to the point it was painful ever since he saw the explosion.

Ice ran through his veins when you stated over comms that you were badly injured and unable to move.

The only thought he let occupy his mind for reasons of staying sane was getting to you.nothing else mattered until he saw you safe.

“Hey. Hey focus on my voice. I’m making my way towards you” Kyle’s voice rang in your ear through the headset.

Trying to keep your attention on him.

Even though he tried to sound calm for your sake, you could hear the concern in his voice.

“I need you to stay with me, alright?”

The pressure in his chest grew every second that passed without answer. “Talk to me, please.” He pleaded

He breathed out of relief at the sound of your voice, the most prettiest of sounds to him, coming through his ear after a few moments.

“I tied a tourniquet on my leg” you said breathlessly looking at the metal piercing your thigh.

“as for the other thing…” your voice faltered as you moved your eyes to look down at your stomach and blood covered hands, grunting out a curse when you applied pressure against the large opened wound again. “ I don’t know what else I can do.” You say defeated

Kyle shakes his head cursing himself and at the distance he still has left to cover.

“just stay calm,I’m close. I need you to focus on me for now and keep talking”

You look around your surroundings.your sight coming in and out of focus. “Talk about what?”

Sounds like he’s running now. “Anything, how about your favorite shop or restaurant?”

He hears the light laugh and the small smile accompanying it when it comes through the comms.

Envisioning it in his head, filling his heart with desperation, hoping it’s not the last he will receive.

“Asking me on a date, gaz?”

“and if I am?”

“I’d say took you long enough”

he hears your rattling coughs through the static.

his heart and stomach constrict. “It’s a date. You better not stand me up then.”

He hears no response.

“Don’t go silent on me, love”

Your voice finally barley comes through. “It hurts, Kyle. I’m so tired” you whisper

His heart shatters. “I know- I know it hurts love but you have to stay with me. keep talking to me please. I want to hear your voice”

He doesn’t get a response.

He curses “Say something love, anything”

Kyles voice sounds like distant sound no matter how much you try to follow it.

“Please don’t do this, don’t fade away”

All he hears back is silence.

Captain Price

“You have to calm down your breathing, darling or it’s going to make it worse” john tells you as he kneels down in front of you where your back is propped up against the wall.

“Slow breaths like this” he slowly starts breath in and out.

You follow his lead as best as you could. your quick panicked breaths do steady out but you can’t take in a full breath without wincing and having something rattle in your chest.

“That It, good” John try’s to not wince at the sound.

His eyes flick down to your abdomen, where a dagger is logged deep.

Blood seeping on to his hand as he tries to apply some pressure.

Knowing that its all he can do for now makes him frustrated, just sitting by you as you suffer infront of him.

But he dosnt want to risk causing more damage than it already has if he takes the knife out.

He hears you groan in pain getting his attention.

“Eyes open darling” he tells you quickly

You look at him with tired eyes head resting on the wall.

“There you are” he says when your eyes land on his, giving you a small smile under his beard.

But it can’t hide the Worry that fills his eyes every time you take a shaky breath.

He pushes your hair away from your face before placing his palm on your cheek.

“You’re going to be okay. I’m here.”

Your eyes start to drift down.

“Hey, hey none of that, look at me” panic enters his voice as he tilts his head down to catch your eyes.

Once they are up again he rubs his thumb against your cheek. “I got you, okay? I’m not letting you slip away. You’re not gonna leave me. Not like this”

You could look into his eyes forever. his kind eyes that you always loved to look at were now filled with pain and worry, making your heart hurt.

you fought against the pressure in the back of your mind making your head feel heavy.

his hand on you felt so warm against your shivering skin.

“Darling?” John calls to get your attention but your eyes flutter close. Head resting against his palm.

“No.” He whispers “no no no” he says louder

He cups your face in his hands, “come on wake up[ name]!”

“You’re not leaving me! I’m not, letting you” John chokes

He pulls his hands away from you, eyes catching on the red mark on your cheek.

Looking down at his hands,he sees a image that only haunted his head at night making him wake up in cold sweat.

Your blood on his hands and your body unmoving in front of him.

…

Pt. 2 for Price

[chaoticspeedrun]

saw ur recent post and thought

lets all stereotype the tmnt simps like they’re animals at a zoo together chaotic

[insert funny picture of us staring at the funny ppl in the cage with their desired turtles (i lowkey couldnt find a meme that would suite this 😠😠😠)]

raph simps ; either fiesty gremlins who’ll bite ur toes off if you go near them and spray them with water or sweet little souls who’ll tuck you in bed and give you forehead kisses. both simp types aren’t rare and are commonly found together as a pair, explaining their view on the himbo buff boy raph and how they can either “fix him” or “make him worse”.

leo simps ; traumatized beings, it doesnt matter if you’re a cocky and mean in a loving way or a i’ll do anything you say because you’re so great kind of leo simp, you’re traumatized in some sense, whether it be through fiction or real life. you guys lowkey ENJOYED giving ur oc’s or self inserts loads of angst when it came to the future and movie. man, you guys have so much love for this one turtle his ego is literally thru the roof.

donnie simps ; a true simp. let me guess— you like nerdy men who are also queer as hell, who is also straight as hell at the same time, who is also the type of man you’d expect him to do nice things for you to only throw you under the bus. listen up you simps, i understand that the few of you “down down bad” simps are into that and might sans fangirl your way into this— but let me explain and introduce you into the “ilovehimsomuchiwoulddieforhimandhisbigforehead” simps. you’d be an awesome duo trust.

mikey simps ; now i KNOW you guys got something beneath those precious and fluffy oc and self insert moments. there has gotta be SOME SORT OF EVIL ANGST AND TWISTY MOMENT YOU GOT GOING ON— much more worse than the leo trauma, FARTHER WORSE— teehee you guys got such a cute puppylove selfship going on teehee 😊😊WELL WHABAM!! the moment mikey gets his mystic powers n angsty moment in the movie out comes the freaking angst beast and comfort waves following behind it >:))))

— 🖼️🗝️ (guess whooo 🙃🙃🙃)

Not me looking at the way you signed and going "Who's Keyframe?" I AM HAVING A DIFFICULT TIME FIGURING THIS ONE OUT.

Also, I love psychoanalyzing people💖

In my opinion, from what I have seen at least, most Raph simps I've interacted with are like really sweet and anxious people that REALLY NEED A HUG just like my boy Raph.

The Leo simps, as I said earlier, enjoy bullying him so much- and with that I mean, they're most times the kind of people that tease or bully their crush, but they care so much about him and love adding so much depth to his character.

The Donnie simps I know can't drop the color purple for ONE DANG SECOND, the color is everywhere all the time all at once, they seem very curious and are some of the ones that I see the most active in the fandom.

And Mikey simps are freaking wild, one minute they're the sweetest and the next they're jumping around the walls and scaring you, I love those.

*Sips on coffee, staring at the cages*

Ah yes, what a wonderful and interesting set of specimens.

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

dylric angst fanfic

includes angst, past/repressed sexual trauma, eric being sweet, and last night on earth.

note: little bit of a projection, but im posting anyway.

no lyrics, sorry:o(

the basement was quiet. the whole house was. it was late at night - around one am.

they had been passing back and forth a bottle of vodka, but it was now discarded.

one last night. they shouldve been asleep.

dylan couldnt sleep, so he called eric.

eric couldnt either, so he invited him over.

they werent ready. theyve planned for months, did drills, had everything set to go, but they werent ready.

“im not ready,” dylan verbalizes the thought, voice soft “im not ready, eric.” he repeated.

the brunette turned his head, looking to his friend.

“we have to do it,” he answered with “we have to do it, dylan.” he repeated as well.

they were in tune with each other. everything they said was on the same wavelength.

the blonde shakes his head, looking over at him.

“i cant.”

“we have to.”

they both stare at each other, communicating something that they could never verbalize.

theyd been through so much and they never got the chance to unpack any of it. this was their way of unpacking - kill everyone and then themselves.

dylan though had gone through something that eric hadnt been through. they were used to the bullying, having been through just about everything you could imagine, but dylan had been given the worse hand.

he cant remember it - doesnt *want* to remember it, but he can remember the way the hands felt - the names he was called and the empty feeling afterwards. he forgot everything else.

he was never able to figure out his emotions or how to deal with the trauma he was given, and now he never would.

eric knew though - he had told him. it was one of the many reasons they would be committing their final act together in less then a couple hours.

he didnt know everything though. even he couldnt know the extent of it.

“itll work out,” eric spoke again “everythings ready to go, vee.” he wasnt feeling good about this either, but he didnt want to show his weakness.

the blonde shakes his head again “im - im ready, but…”he struggled to find the words, staring at his friend and hoping he would get it.

eric does get it. he wasnt good with comfort or anything similar, but this was his best friend.

he gave a small, barely noticeable nod of his head.

before dylan realized, tears had already started to build up and streak down his face.

he sniffled, shuffling closer and putting his head on his shoulder.

eric lifted his arm and put it over him - the weight of it felt good.

neither know what to say or what to do. at the end of it all they were still two clueless, dumb teenage boys who didnt know how to comfort or handle emotional baggage, but when have they ever known how to deal with anything? their overall solution for life was death.

the brunettes hand rubbed over the others arm soothingly “its gonna be alright,” he makes his voice as soft and gentle as he can “itll - itll be over soon, vee.”

dylan can only sniffle and cry, putting all his weight onto the other and leaning on him for support.

the hands that would soon be used to carry out mass destruction and murder were so gentle and careful over his arm.

it was a wonderful feeling to be cared for - to have someone understand.

this was so out of character. this wasnt a persona or personality they put on like in front of their friends, their family, and the camera. this was just them.

the room is quiet except for the crying and soft hum of the air conditioner kicking on. it was peaceful - the last moments of peace theyd ever know.

“we’ll take care of them,” erics voice cuts through the silence, swallowing hard “*ill* take care of them.” he didnt want to sound gay when he said it, which was funny, but it was the least he could do.

dylan was his best friend. he would hunt down those fuckers if it was the last thing he did - which, it would be.

“theyll be gone. you wont have to deal with it anymore,” he wouldnt have to deal with it either way - they would be dead too, but he didnt want to say that “itll be over.”

dylan has no idea how to respond - he just keeps crying, soon turning into choked sobs. he didnt want it to be this way.

his friend is quick to hush him, moving his hand and running it through his hair now. he placed a kiss to the top of his head.

“itll be alright.” he restates from earlier, saying it quieter this time - just above a whisper.

he knew he had to accept it, but he just couldnt. it would never be alright.

he shook his head, but the other just keeps reassuring him.

“yeah, it will. we’re gonna take care of all those fuckers,” normally hed be saying that with such hate and anger, but his voice doesnt change “they wont know whats coming. theyll pay for all the crap they did,” he tucked his silky blonde hair behind his ear “we’ll take ‘em all down with us. we’ll make our point and no one can stop us,” he placed another kiss to his head “we’ll be a force grater then nature.”

to anyone else that would be disturbing - make them feel sick and want nothing to do with this anymore, but it made dylan feel better.

as long as he was with his best friend while getting rid of all their problems, he would be happy.

“you promise, reb?” he asked abruptly, his own voice small.

“yeah, i promise, vee.” he answered back without hesitation.

it was the last promise hed ever make. he had to make it count.

[thedivineflowers]

hi!!! Love you works they’re so silly and good😜but sad😔 anyway I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to ask for when the boys (idk how many you’ll take but I think if you need a limited amount go with the first years😭) but yea when the boys say something plain ass bitchy and mean to middleschool!reader, like how were magic-less useless kid (looking at you Ace😡) saying some shit about our family or babying us too much till it become insufferable or smth and then when we get rightfully upset and cry or get upset (leaning on crying for more drama, angst and guilt😘) they realize how bad they fucked up and apologize, I feel like we would be a little stubborn about the apology depended on who it is to😭 but yea my goofy ahh request take your time and you can switch up the characters it’s your writing I don’t care! Love you works<333

YEHAHAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM AND I LIKE DONT REALLY HAVE A LIMIT UNLESS I COULDNT REALLY THINK OF SOMETHING SO EYEYEYEY

OKAY IMA ETART IM SOMEZCIYED

I ONLY DID THE FIRST YEARS BECAUSE IT WAS GONNA TAKE SOME TIME AND I DIDNT WANT TO KEEP YOU WAITING SO HERE 😆

Ace: he’d always tease you. And during the first few weeks when he was warming up to you he’d diss you by saying that you were nothing without magic. He even referred to you as the useless and magicless kid for some time. Even after months he still referred to you as that and one day you just bursted. “Why can’t you shut up about me being magicless?! I know I’m at a disadvantage but I’m tired of it! The jokes dead now why can’t you get it!? If I could I’d just make a portal by myself to go back to my world so I don’t have to listen to you all damn day but guess what?! Im just some useless and magicless kid!!” You shouted at tears ran down your face. You stormed away and he tried running after you but you quickly maneuvered away from him. Because of his pride he didn’t apologize for days and stayed quiet when around you. One day after he was given a reality check by Deuce he apologized because guilt was really eating away at him. You still avoided him for a bit just to make sure but your friendship came back together.

Deuce: he kinda has a temper (to me he does) and he’ll let it out sometimes making him call you shit like Ace. But because he is trying to be a good student (and a good friend) he’d be very quiet if he’d call you things but you always manage to him whisper it to himself. One day you two were alone in the classroom doing detention because you two got into a fight when a guy mocked you. “Hey, Deuce.” You called him with an empty tone. “Do you really wish that I had magic. That I had someone to look after me so you didn’t have to stick around me all the time?” You asked as you eyes were glued to the table in front of you. Barely managing to answer the first question on your math homework. “I see how you look at me when I mess something up because I lack magic. I just wanna know.” You said as there was a pressure on your throat. Like you wanted to throw up and let out a yell at the same time. His answer only made the pressure worse as your breathing became short. Did he really think that it’d been better if the magic mirror didn’t pick you? That you’d only stay as the schools janitor? You quickly walked out leaving everything behind to go to the teachers bathroom that you had access to. Everyone thought the same thing about you so why were you throwing up in the sink and crying your eyes out? Because you thought of him as different? No. Deuce came to your dorm later that evening with your completed math homework and backpack. He sighed before apologizing about what he said earlier and the things he’s called you. After some talking your friendship was alright but with rockiness

Jack: At first because you were obviously magicless he’d be very overbearing to you when it comes to things like flying your broom three feet off the ground. He’d chastise you when you used simple spells by waking you up the morning and running with him. He’s trying to protect you but it seems that he underestimates what you know you can and can’t do. You’d get frustrated and try to express that you didn’t need to be babied but the words would just stay stuck in your throat because you knew that he was just trying to look after you. “I can do this Jack! You need to stop worrying about me with small things like having the damn ladle stir itself in the pot! I’m not gonna get hurt with it and I know you’re looking after me but you’re making me uneasy like I could die from just touching a book about small spells! You’ve seen me fly a broom around and be perfectly fine in Mr. Crewels class so what is it that makes you think that I need you breathing down my neck all the time?! Is it because I’m magicless and from another world? Is it because I’m still a kid?” You bubbles over and spewed at him one day while you were making yourself dinner. Jack stood there as he awkwardly looked to the side trying to find an excuse. “I-“ “Im not as fragile as you think. If I was I would’ve been dead.” He’d been contemplating how much magic you could handle and he knows you know that he’s watching over you but he doesn’t know that it was getting overwhelming for you. He avoided you for a bit before apologizing and admitting that he had protected you because he feared you were weak because you were still a kid. You nodded in understanding and forgave him.

Epel: he had a small ego boost because he heard that you were magicless and a child who still knew nothing. He’d also heard Vil chatting away about you and saying mean things even when you were around. So he thought that you wouldn’t mind if he did too. You tried getting along with him at one point but he just pushed you away. “Is there something wrong with me that makes you stay away from me? I know that Im nothing like you but I’m trying to make an effort to get along with you!” You cornered him one day in the hall with small tears about to well over. He had almost nothing to say but a small peep “Does me being magicless and from another world disgust you? If it does then just say it already so I can leave you the hell alone and stop wasting my time trying to make an effort!” You demanded “I- no, not at all! I just…” He cleared his throat away of his country accent. “I thought that a kid like you couldn’t go through so many things and not have anything to hold onto yourself, ‘thought it was silly and that everyone and you were bluffin’ so I pushed you away because I thought you were way over yourself before I even got the chance to talk you properly…” he trailed off as you wiped your eyes and looked at him in understanding. Over time you both tried holding conversations to get to know each other and get warmed up so the same mistake doesn’t happen again. (It is hot in my damn room help 😭)

(The ones from diasomnia don’t really know you here)

Sebek 😈: He’d always talk about it was ‘impossible for a child with nothing to their name’ to even do anything in a world where they didn’t belong when he wasn’t stuffing his mouth with praises for Malleus. How ‘Their parents clearly made a mistake in raising them’ because you couldn’t cast a spell in class without needing help or looking at the instructions again. He’d even insult you in front of Malleus when you do someone like walk past their table “That child has no grace when they walk! Even in the presence of my lord himself! Utterly disgusting!” He’d say and the other three wouldn’t really respond because they hardly know you. One day Mr. Crewel had you two paired in a project so you two went to a secluded place to start (I mean he walked away while you followed after him.). “For the hundredth time that species will poison you! Can’t you understand?! Sevens I don’t know how you’re alive when you can’t even memorize stuff like this.” He muttered as he pinched the space between his eyes. You then slammed your fists in the table with tears of Frustration boiling up. “Can’t you understand that I can’t get a grasp of things here?! I’m only (age) and I’m in the (grade) grade! No sebek I cant understand anything because I’m not from here! I’m not supposed to be here making spells or talking to you because I’m supposed to be in a world where I get shut out like you have done to me because of shit like this! I don’t have an identity but only my face as proof of my existence! I don’t care about this project anymore you can blame me all you want I’m leaving.” You concluded before shoving papers in your bag and hastily walking away before he could even speak. After he had complained of what you said to him to Lilia he suggested that he look at it from your view and apologize. So he did. Which earned him nothing more than a smack on the face and a door to his nose. It’s up to you if you forgive him.

[ohtobeleah]

It’s only been a day and I’m already missing ToE. This is gonna be bad whenever it’s over.

I really think you’re going to regret saying that. Here’s the Masterlist for those playing along at home.

Warnings: domestic abuse, an absurd amount of violence against women and children. Manipulation tactics. Threatening behaviour. ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! Whump ahead.

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It was like nothing you'd ever experienced. Time seemed to be moving at the speed of light yet frozen all at once. You could see the Admirals lips moving but there was no audio coming out as he spoke. All you could hear was the annoying buzzing sound ringing in your ears all the while Jake and Bradley spewed your darkest secrets to your bosses. Praying that they’d intervene. 

“He’s been abusing her since before her daughter was born, her third birthday is in four days which means she's been putting up with the asshole for three years too long, sir.” Jake groaned as he sat beside you, frustrated in himself more than anything else because he’d been too late. 

“When he first transferred here he hit the two of us, and Odette, while we were driving back from a dinner at Penny Benjamin's house.” Bradley added while Admiral Simpson eyes off the bruising starting to really show on your neck from where you'd been choked out. “It's public record, insurance claims will back up the time, date, it's all there.” 

“I brought the post it note Fe wrote on when she handed me the spare helmet.” Bob interjected as he stood behind you, his hands on the back of the chair you sat on. “She told me he had a knife–” It wasn't the conversation Admiral Simposon thought he’d be having this morning, but as he took notice of the way you seemingly sunk into yourself, didn’t speak back when spoken to, showed no expression on your face whatsoever as your eyes remained glassed over? He knew there was more going on here. He just had to figure out how to navigate the incredibly rocky and incredibly fragile terrain.  

“Lieutenants, I can't take action without any evidence to suggest there's abuse going on here.” Admiral Simpson sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “It's entirely he said she said at this point in time.” 

“Evidence? Are you kidding me?” Bradley groaned. “Shes got a fucking knife mark slit across her throat and you want more evidence!” Bradley Bradshaw was fighting for your life at this point. He knew that you were scared, that Jaidyn had a hold on you currently that would be hard to break. You wouldn't have let him so close to you if he hadnt said something incomprehensible. Something that put the fear of God into you. 

“Fuck off you need more evidence, Sir, just fucking take a look at her! She's basically shell shocked!” Jake added, his voice slightly raised as he grew increasingly more frustrated at every passing second he sat in this stupid office pleading for Admiral Simpson to intervene now that Jaidyn had crossed the line and brought his own stupidity onto base. 

“I'm sure I don't need to remind you both that that kind of language and disrespect will not be tolerated here.” Cyclone spoke sternly as Braldey sighed, shaking his head in defeat because this couldnt get any fucking worse. He must have spoken far too quickly as a knock rang out from the door. “I've asked Lieutenant Dolan to join us to discuss the accusations.” It was the first time Beau saw you move. He noted the way you flinched when he said Jaidyns name, how you flinched at the sound of the door opening and closing shortly after, how you sank a little lower in your chair with every footstep that inched closer and closer to you. “Considering I've got the three of you gentleman bombarding me with accusations I only thought it was fair that Lieutenant Dolan was here to listen and hopefully defend himself, because domestic abuse won't be tolerated on base or off it, to any of my staff, crew, or associates.” 

“You asked to see me Sir?” Jaidyn was good at masking who he really was, he was also good at pretending to be clueless, a master at weaponizing incompetence. It's what he’d done to keep the fact he’d been using you as his personal punching bag from Jake for so long. He’d run off to the bathroom the second he’d come to after Bob had smacked him down, knowing if he was going to keep his game going he couldn’t be caught by Jake or Bob. He was ready to play fucking ball now. 

“Floyd–” Jaidyn smirked as he eyed off the weapons system officer who stood behind you. “The hell did you hit me with? I think you broke my damn nose.” 

“Be thankful I'm not my brother.” Was all Bob mumbled back as Jaidyn made his way to the corner of the room, standing with his hips squared and his arms crossed over his chest. Watching over you as you sat with your back turned to him. He was always watching, always lurking. 

“There's been some accusations brought to my attention that you might have assaulted our engineer here.” Admiral Simpson tried to put it as respectfully as he could. “I'm just searching for some clarification here as to what may or may not have happened.” 

“The only assault that's happened on base Sir, was that Lieutenant Floyd here smacked me in the face with a set of rubber chocks when I asked Fe here to tie my shoe.” Jake could not believe what he was hearing as he turned his head to send Jaidyn a glare that sent shivers down Bradley's spine. He had never seen the look in Jake's eye before. One that read he was out for blood. “I had my hands full with something she'd asked me to fix and I didnt wanna trip, break my neck, and die in her workshop.” 

“You're so full of shit and you know it.” Jake spat, turning in his chair to face where Jaidyn sat, as far a way as he possibly could. “Who the fuck treats a woman like this huh? The mother of your fucking child mind you!?” 

“You mean the child that I'm almost certain is yours?” Rooster raised an eyebrow at Jake at the accusation Jaidyn had thrown Jake's way. Tabling that conversation for a later date. God you couldn't have sunk any lower into your chair if you tried. Bob saw how tense you were becoming, opting to rest a gentle hand on your shoulder as he worked to block you from Jaidyns view as Bradley and Jake herald abuse. “I should get a damn DNA test–”

“You should jump off a building—“ 

“Lieutenant Bradshaw that’s enough!” Admiral Simpson snapped. “This conversation feels like something you should be discussing with a therapist!” All Braldey did was crane his neck back to Admiral Simpson. 

“My pleasantries don’t extend to those who use women as punching bags sir, you have an issue with that right me up.” 

“Yeah you can go ahead and add me to that list too, this fucking guy, Admirial.” Jake paused, he wanted to look Jaidyn in the eye as he spoke his truth. “Should be in prison for the things he’s done.” 

“You ain't gotta ask anyone but dear old Felix here.” Jaidyn pressed his lips together into a smile because he knew if you were smart and if you loved your daughter then you'd keep your mouth shut, have his back and say he hadnt done what he did. You knew him well enough to know by now that he wasn't bluffing. If Jaidyn said he’d kill Bradley then kill Bradly he would. If he said he’d take Odette then he would follow through. “I didn't lay a finger on her.” 

“Well–” The room went silent as the ringing in your ear dimmed just enough so that you could hear what Admiral Simpson was asking you as he leaned forward on his desk, pressing his elbows into the paperwork that scattered across his desk. “Point blank, did Lieutenant Dolan assault you to any extent this morning Felix?” You felt like you couldn't breathe. “And before you answer, just know this will be dealt with accordinging and I will make sure whatever happened this morning is unearthed to the best of my ability.” 

This had to be some poorly written fanfiction at this point. Surely there was no way this was happening, your life hadnt come to this tipping point. You felt trapped with no one to turn to and nowhere to run. But with the ever looming presence of Jaidyn Dolan sitting in the corner of the room burning a glare so intimidating onto the back of your skull and the love of your life sitting beside you with your best friend on the other, how the fuck do you answer that questions honestly without someone getting hurt. 

The only person you were okay with getting hurt in this situation was you. 

“No.” Bradley swore he gave himself whiplash as he turned at your response. “No, Sir, it's all been a really big misunderstanding and I hope you don't mind but I've got a backlog of work I need to get done today and sitting here discussing empty accusations is just wasting my time.” Admiral Simpson knew then and there that you were blatantly lying to him, but he could tell by the way you sucked your cheeks in and bit down on the flesh inside that you were holding yourself together by a thin thread. Until he could find out more, there was nothing that he could do. 

“You’re excused.” He regrettably authorized and you weren't going to stay in his office a second longer than you had to be. You just needed to get back to work, get through this day and get home to your daughter. Nothing else mattered except for her. 

“Thankyou–” You nodded softly before rising to your feet, pushing your chair out slightly until bradleys hand was wrapped around your wrist. 

“Y/n—“ Bradley cooed, trying to read you but there was nothing there, no expression, no warmth. 

“Respectfully Lieutenant, please let me get back to work.” Bradley didn't want to let you go, he knew that Jaidyns presence had scared you into lying, he knew what you were doing and he wasn't having a bar of it. He didn't need protection. “Let go of me Rooster—“ 

“I'm not gonna let him scare you into being silent Y/n, he's dangerous and you know it.” 

“Seems the only person Felix here seems to be scared of is you Bradshaw.” Jaidyn chuckled as you finally turned your head to face him. Physically feeling sick to your stomach when he waved at you like a child on the playground at recess. “You might wanna look into that Admiral, it seems as though you might be barking up the wrong tree.” 

“I swear if you don’t stop running your mouth man I’m gonna break your jaw.” Bradley snapped, letting go of your wrist as he stood from the chair he’d been perched in since he carried you from the tarmac into the Admiral’s office. 

“Zeus, you’re excused to—“ Cyclone sighed as he ran a hand over his face, he was quick to follow through by reaching into his top drawer for an pre-emotive Advil to ward off the headache he knew he was going to have by the end of this conversation. “Get out of my office—go.” 

“Come on Felix, let’s go grab a coffee in the mess.” You nodded silently as Jaidyn came to wrap his arm around your shoulder. “I’m sure the Admiral here has far more pressing matters to attend to than false and embarrassing claims.” 

“Sorry to have wasted your time sir.” You were screaming for Cyclone to step in and see the bigger picture here. Crying on the inside for him to see you were beyond terrified. You weren’t safe. “It won’t happen again.” 

He knew—he could see it in your eyes as Jaidyn led you over towards the door, opening it for you before letting you take a few steps out into the hall before following you out. Shutting the door behind him with a little more force than anyone else would have used. 

“You heard everything I didn’t say anything.” It was the first thing you said as you looked around the empty fall as Jaidyn wrapped his arm around your bicep harshly. “Ow! Stop! Jaidyn you’re hurting me—“ 

“I don't care–” It was the way Jaidyn snarled at you as he came to a halt and pulled you so close to him that your chest hit his torso. “It doesn't matter what you said or what you didn't say, the fact of the matter is the Admiral knows something’s up and sooner or later someone is gonna take the blame.” You didn't know you were crying until warm tears spilled down your cheeks. 

“I did what you asked me to do, I didn't say anything.” 

“You wanna fucking medal or something?” 

“No, no I just want you to leave them alone, I don't care what you do to me but just leave my little girl alone, leave Bradley alone, leave Jake alone.” You were playing with your life, bartering like some type of martyr for the cause. “Jaidyn please, i'll do anything you want me to do, you can do anything you want to be just leave them all alone.” 

You saw the cogs turning in Jaidyns mind as he kissed your cheek. Only pulling back to break your great into a million pieces. 

“Break it off with Bradshaw.” Jaidyn snarled, spitting in your face before he leaned over to kiss your parted lips. You didn't kiss back but you didn't stop him, you wouldn't dare to stop him. “Break it off with Bradshaw and I won't go near him, you have my word.” 

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“Permission to speak frankly, sir?” Jake held his fist up to his mouth. His elbow bent on the arm chair. 

“Permission granted.” Cyclone knew he was going to regret those two words the minute they left his mouth. 

“He’s a fucking piece of garbage—“ Jake was at a lose for words, but he’d always find the right one to describe Jaidyn Dolan. “You.” Jake pointed at Admiral Simpson, gritting his teeth so hard he was shocked he didn't chip them on one another. “You just let her lie straight to your face.”

“I understand that you’re concerned, and believe me Lieutenants I can see it written as clean as day on that girl's face that she’s in trouble—but I can’t take action until I have solid evidence to back your claims.” 

“Fe has a camera in her workshop.” Bob spoke up, still frowning as he kept his eyes on the door you’d just walked out of with Jaidyn in toe. “He was in there for a while before I showed up, you should pull the footage.” All Admiral Simpson did in response was write it down on a notepad on his desk. 

“'I'm going after her.” Bradley wasn’t about to let you just walk into Jaidyns arms like that, he wasn’t able to watch you sacrifice yourself to keep those around you safe. You were the one he needed to keep safe. “Standing here doing nothing is going to get her killed.” 

“Rooster, we’re not finished here.” Cyclone tried to reason with the aviator who’d busted down his door all the while carrying a hysteric you. “If Felix is really in trouble I need—“

“I'm done listening.” Bradley huffed out as he stormed towards the Admirals door, ripping it off as he marched into the hall, catching Jaidyn with his hand around your bicep, holding you close in a far too threatening manner. “HEY!” 

“Bradley don’t–” You tried to plead but it fell on deaf ears. “Rooster.” 

“Get your fucking hands off her you fucking low life piece of shit.” Jaidyn thought this was all too entertaining. Putting his hands up in surrender as he pushed you back into the hall. Watching with a smirk so evil it made your heart drop as you smacked against the wall. Knowing that if anything, Rooster would go to your aid before anything else. “Y/n–” 

“Gonna have to make it quick Bradshaw, Fe has a lot of work to catch up on after she got distracted getting me off this morning.” Your heart sank when Bradley’s eyes widened at the realisation that you'd been forced to do such a thing. 

“This was a mistake.” You cried as Bradley helped you to your feet with loving hands. “I never should have let you anywhere near me.” 

“What are you doing Fe, huh?” Bradley asked as he cupped your face between his gentle hands. His worry filled eyes scanned you for any sign of new injury he wasn't already blatantly aware of. “Whatever he’s said, whatever he's threatened you with we can stop, but you gotta come back and tell the truth.” It was the worst thing you'd ever done but nothing mattered more to you than Dot did. You'd jump off a cliff to keep her safe if you had to, no hesitation. 

“I can't be with you anymore Rooster–” Bradley felt his world shattering around him as he heard your words mix with Jaidyns subtle laughter as he walked down the hall. Kicking his feet as he pocketed his balled up fists into the pockets of his flight suit. “I don't want to be with you anymore.”

“Tell me what he said to you.” Was all Braldey responded with as he wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, you brought your hands up to cover his with your own and in that moment you wished more than anything that someone would just put you out of your misery because this was worse than death. “Fe, baby you can't kick me out in the cold now.” 

“Rooster–please don't make this harder on me than it needs to be, just go, I'm begging you, stay clear of me, stay as far away as you possibly can and don't ever stop running.” Bradley wasn't listening, all he did was wrap you in his arms as you cried uncontrollably into his chest. He held you so tight you felt like you could burst. Rooster nuzzled his mouth against your ear, carefully whispering under his breath so you and only you would hear what he had to say. 

“Tell me Y/n, I'm gonna walk away but I need to know what he's up to before I do.” For a second you weren't going to respond, but this may have been your only chance to cry out for help. Relay just what was on the line to those who could help. 

“He said he’d take Odette.” Bradleys heart sank into his stomach. “And I believe him, so please just go.” Your body language didn't match what you were saying as you grip around Roosters torso tightened. “I love you so much Bradley, but I can't let him touch my baby.”  

“I'm gonna tell the Admiral what's going on, what he's making you do, and I'm coming right after you, you hear me baby?” You didn't want to let him go. “I'm coming for you.”

“Im so fucking scared.” You shuttered out as you finally let go, wiping the tears from your eyes as you collected yourself. Turning your head over your shoulders to see Jaidyn waiting at the end of the hall. “But we’re over, Rooster.” You had to make sure that although breaking up with Bradley was something you were doing against your will, it had to be genuine. You were far too afraid of Jaidyn finding out it was anything less than genuine. “We’re done, I can't have you anywhere near my shit heap of a life, so just–go.” 

With his core temperature rising at the sudden realisation that this was real and that you were breaking it off with him, his heart shattered into shards in his chest. He knew he’d failed to do the one thing he promised you he would. That he’d protect you, but Jaidyn had a grasp on you so right it was impossible to breathe. 

“I know you don't mean any of this.” Bradley stood deflated, he really felt like he was trapped between a rock and a hard place as he stared back at you, watching how your light faded in your eyes and you stood before him like a ghost. Battered and bruised and just doing your best. “I love you, Y/n, I really do, but what you’re doing right now is fucking cruel and you damn well know that.” You flinched at Rooster’s words and the way he hissed at you, gritting his teeth to keep his head from spinning. 

“You have no idea what lengths I'd go to to protect my daughter!” You hissed through gritted teeth at the only man you'd ever truly loved, before rolling your shoulders back as you let out a sigh towards the ceiling, meeting Bradleys gaze just once more. Barely holding yourself together as you felt everything you’d worked so hard to achieve falling through your fingertips. 

"Giving you up is easy compared to losing her.” 

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“What kind of evidence do you need?” Jake asked, he was surprisingly a lot more level headed now that Jaidyn was out of the room. 

“What would really help us if you can convince Felix to report Zeus’s behaviour to the local authorities, they’d have to chase it up and at least while they’re investigating her claims he’ll be grounded.” Admiral Simpson knew this conversation was going around in circles. That pre-emotive Advil had not been nearly enough. 

“She’s terrified of the guy sir, there’s no way she’d do that.” Bob sighed, he’s taken Roosters empty seat after he’d left not a few minutes ago. “I’ve never seen her look so distressed before, she nearly didn’t ask for help, she was so scared.” 

“She told you he wasn’t abusing her because he’s holding something over her, Beau—“ Jake felt like he needed to reach his Admiral on a personal level. “She’s my best friend, I’ve known her all my life and I’ve failed to help her get out of this mess before and I refuse to fail her again.” 

“I need substantial evidence to open up an internal investigation, Jacob, my hands are tied.” Beau hated the position he found himself in, he knew that there was clearly some wrongdoing going on but to what extent he didn’t know. “Get me evidence, as immutable as gravity, and I’ll see to it he’s dismissed.” In the seconds of silence that followed, Jake felt his heart break, how the fuck was he meant to provide any more evidence. 

“He’s threatening Dot.” Bradley burst through the door like he didn’t care if he broke it off its hinges. “He’s threatening her daughter, Admiral—that’s why she’s willing to do anything he wants her to because she knows he’s manic and psychotic enough to follow through with any threat he’s made.” 

“What happened?” Bob asked as he stood, he could see the heartbreak smeared across Roosters face. “Bradley—?” 

“She just broke it off.” He mumbled, shaking off that detail because to home he didn’t care if you were his or if you weren’t, all that he cared about was if you were safe and right now you were in the most danger you’d ever been. “But that’s not the point, the point is he’s threatening her daughter and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep her face.”

You and Bradley had done everything right. You’d notified your place of employment of a romantic relationship ensuing between the pair of you. You’d both signed the paperwork, informed your officials, and tried your best to keep your personal lives and your private lives separated. But there was no black and white definition anymore. It was all grey. 

“You have to do something sir, it’s your job! You have a duty of care!” Jake stood at the realisation that his niece had been threatened. “She’s a two year old girl, for crying out loud!” Jake finally left the dam breaking as tears welled in his eyes, patting Bradley on the shoulder because he knew you loved his best friend so fiercely and so deeply that the only way you’d walk away was to protect him. “She’s still your girl Bradshaw.” 

“What if it was your daughter? Sir.” Bob hit Admiral Simpson where it hurt and he knew it. He knew it was a low blow but he felt like he had to do more to convince him to take action. “You’d want someone to look out for her, we’re begging here.” 

Beau Simpson sat stunned into silence as three of his Naval Aviators stood around his desk. All brooding, all with arms crossed and hips squared. All waiting for an answer that they weren’t leaving without. He was cornered, he felt the pressure weighing down on his shoulders and he knew at that moment that this wasn’t some goose chase, this was real—very real, and it was happening right under his nose. 

“I’ll open an international investigation, but I still need immutable evidence.” 

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“You know I’ll give you credit where credit is due darlin, you know how to do as you're told when you’re scared out of your mind.” Jaidyn snickered as he walked beside you down the hall, passing people left and right, all of which minded their own business. 

“You’ll have to walk over my dead body before you get anywhere near my little girl.” You hissed back through gritted teeth, knowing that to some extent in a public forum you were safe. Noticing the way Jaidyn’s eye twitched at your protective nature for the child he didn’t want, didn’t love, hated knowing was on this earth. “Bradley’s a big boy, he can take care of himself and you? My fucking god Jaidyn don’t stand a chance if he gets his hands on you so you better pray that he doesn’t catch you, but more importantly you better pray that I dont decide to take my chances and turn you in for the piece of crap that you truly are.” 

“You feeling brave all of a sudden Fe?” Jaidyn spoke to you out of the corner of his mouth as he smiled at passing colleagues. “Sounds like you are.” 

“I know your time messing with me is running out, like sand falling through an hourglass.” Chuckling to yourself as you walked beside your ex, you were physically and emotionally exhausted. Drained. “I know how this ends.” 

You weren’t going to tell Jaidyn that you knew that it ended with you six feet under because that would give him too much power. But you’d accept your fate, come to terms with the fact that Jaidyn Dolan would be the cause of your untimely demise. But he didn’t have to know that’s what you meant. He didn’t have to know you were giving up, that you were ready to shut the lights off. 

“I know exactly where you end up in all of this and let me tell you something—“ You paused in your stride, chuckling to yourself as Jaidyn followed in your footsteps, stopping in his tracks to face you. “I hope you like confined spaces, because prison cells aren’t that spacious.” 

“You wanna talk about confined spaces?” Jaidyn snapped, looking around the corridor that had basically become barron, waiting until any sign of human life was gone before he was ripping open the janitorial closet you’d stopped in front of. “I’ll fucking show you confined spaces sweetheart.” 

“Jaidyn—!” You gasped as you felt yourself being shoved forward. “No!” Stumping into the closet as Jaidyn followed you in. Slamming the door behind him before locking it from the inside. “No, don't!” 

“This confined enough for you?” Jaidyn taunted as he swung an awfully powerful right hook against your jaw. Sending you spinning around and down into the shelves of the janitor’s closet. 

“I—I’m—“ You were trying to find the words to apologise, but instead of words? All you could taste was iron. 

“You think you can just humiliate me like you did?” Jaidyn asked as he pulled you up by your hair before throwing you back into the shelves. Enjoying the way you whimpered and groaned in pain. “I brought my friends back that night, promised them a good time—and you weren’t fucking there!” 

There’s a red blinking dot in the corner of the closet. It gives you the smallest amount of hope. You smile and laugh through blood stained teeth at the thought of Jaidyn coming undone at the seams by a flaw in his planning. He didn't check. He’d slipped up. 

“You think that’s funny do you?” 

“It’s fucking hilarious—“ That earnt you a knee to the stomach as you doubled over. You could take it, because with every second that red blinding light blinked back at you there was more hope to hold onto. “Stop—please.” 

“This is what’s gonna happen alright.” You swore Jaidyn broke your jaw when he hit you again. Sending you into the shelves on last time as your eyes swelled and your nose bled. Pressing you up against the shelving unit as he reached for the rope that sat neatly wrapped in a circle. “I’m gonna call the daycare, and you’re gonna tell them that Dot’s father is coming to get her.” 

“Over—“ It hurt to speak. “Over my dead body.”

“Trust me! I can arrange that.” Jaidyn took it upon himself to kiss your neck from behind. “And I can make sure your little girl meets you there, but right now honey all I wanna do is see that pip squeak.”

“Fuck. Off—“ Was all you managed to spit out as Jaidyn aggressively worked to tie your hands behind your back. Binding your wrist. 

“So help me god Y/n if you don’t do as your fucking told I will see to it that everyone you love is taken away from you and I will make sure you are left all alone in this world exactly like you were always meant to be.” Reaching into your pocket, Jaidyn pulled out your phone, he held it up to your broken face by pulling your hair back. It seemed as though he hadn’t done enough damage because your phone still recognized your face. 

“I’m not doing it—“ Your sobs were painful, but your defiance earnt you yet another crack to the face and another blow to your ribs. Sending you tumbling down to the ground in a heap. “Please!! S—stop!”

“Tell them I’m picking up my daughter!!” Jaidyn held the phone to your ear as he crouched behind you, he’d had a semi from beating you senseless but the sight of you completely shaking and crying and beaten had him nearly busting in his boxer briefs. “Tell them that her daddy is coming for her.” 

“Hello Sunny Side daycare, this is Melissa speaking.” You didn’t respond straight away as you looked Jaidyn in the eyes to see he’d gone completely mad. “Hello?” 

“Hi Mel—“ You choked out. Blood coating every word you stammered out. “It’s Y/n, I need to make an amendment to my daughter’s registered list of persons for pick up please?” You waited a few moments as the line went silent, only the sound of a computer keyboard being tapped away at filled the void of dead and utter helplessness. 

“Who would you like to nominate?” Mel asked as Jaidyn smirked down at you, his free hand working to palm himself off through his flight suit as he watched you shiver in pain beneath him. His knee crushing your sternum. 

“Uh, his name is Jaidyn, Jaidyn Dolan.”

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Bradley had been searching high and low for you for the better half of an hour after he’d come out of Admirals Simpsons office. Jake too. They were looking to tell you how he’d agreed to open an investigation, that Jaidyn wasn’t going to get away with what he was doing. But—

They couldn’t find you. 

“What did Jaidyn mean when he said he wanted a DNA test for Dot?” Rooster asked as he walked with Jake trying to find you. 

“Can we talk about that later?” Jake didn’t wanna do this now, he just wanted to find you, make sure you were alright. 

“I think now's an appropriate time as any.” Braldey responded, cracking his neck as he did so. “If there’s something I should know Hangman—“ 

“Rooster, Odette is not my daughter! It’s just some lie Jaidyns convinced himself is fact because he’s always known Fe and I are inseparable.” Jake explained. “He tried that, it didn’t work, so now he’s on to believing we were an item, and it makes me sick to think about it so just drop the subject before I take a page out of Bob's book and smack you with a set of chocks.” 

When you weren’t in your hanger like you mentioned you were going back to, they both thought you may have gone to the cafeteria. When you weren’t there they thought you might be on the tarmac, floating around as people went through their pre-flight checks. 

The only person they could seem to find was Jaidyn, going on his Super Hornet with a fine tooth comb before his next run. Like he hadn’t just beat you half to death and felt you to rot in a janitor's closet. 

“Where's Felix, Zeus.” Jake hissed, squinting as he looked up at his former friend, the sun encapsulating him like Icarus himself. 

“Who?” Jaidyn snickered to himself, he still had your blood on his knuckles as he spoke down to Rooster and Hangman. “Sorry boys don’t know who you're talking about.” 

“Don’t—“ Rooster barked. “Where is she? What did you do?” 

“Fellas, I haven’t done anything alright, and quite frankly, I’m getting a little tired of the pitchforks you're stabbing me with.” Jaidyn sighed. “How the fuck did you get out of jail anyway? How did your pal here bail you out of indecent assault?” 

“Some girl took a video of you being the antagonist little weasel you are.” Jake replied, Jaidyn only huffed back. His first flaw, bystanders. 

“Well I’m sure whoever it is you’re looking for will turn up sooner or later, but right now I’m doing pre-flight checks, so fuck off.” 

“I don’t like this at all man—“ Bradley knew something was wrong, very wrong. “He knows where she is.” 

“She’s around here somewhere.” Jake looked around, trying to see if he could spot you. “She wouldn’t go too far without letting us know.” 

As Bradley and Jake looked around, you laid unconscious on the floor of the janitor's closet, a blinking red light monitoring you every passing second. With your arms and legs tied, even if you woke you wouldn’t be able to move. For good measure Jaidyn had stuffed your mouth with your own panties, he’d cut them off your body before duct taping your mouth shut. 

Knowing that if no one heard your screams, no one would go near that closet for hours. Not even the janitor himself who wasn’t due on base till well after dark.

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[kiwibongos]

i dont really infodump in general at all but im doing it cus i need some ideas off my chest. do you freak with angst? perhaps an unhappy ending?

// sdr2 chapter 5+ending spoilers ig. also kuzuhina au baybee

so i had an idea of like. what if nagito DID actually bomb the island, taking everyone out alongside himself?

so when nagito finds out that he alongside all the other participants (aside from chiaki) are remnants of despair he just wants to end everything for good bc he doesnt think the ones he called "symbols of hope" deserved to live. so bombs are spread all around the islands forreal this time, and hes still just as vague and ominous, never really specified how many bombs there were, what island it was on, and left it up to the survivors to try and figure it out. so they'd all been searching for days, but to no avail, and at the very last moment when fuyuhiko finds them at the military base (nagito had just freshly died + placed them on the truck), he drags the others there to check it out. once nagito's video message to them ends, the bombs go off alongside a chain of other explosions across every island. the remaining survivors ran out of the factory, barely on time, and everything started crumbling around them, and all the others were downed one by one, crushed underneath falling structures with no time to be saved

but somehow haj and fuyu survived (who were farther away and had more time to react), the others dying right in front of their own eyes. but they ran away, retreating to the warehouse immediately. and hajime just takes a minute to crumble in fuyuhikos arms wishing he couldve saved them. until they hear music echoing in the warehouse. they walk down, and past a curtain, they find nagitos body with a spear through his head. (the fire/poison didnt go off btw, it wasnt really necessary in his plan.)

im sure u can imagine hajime was fucking raging at that point just breaking down and stressing out, how mad he was at nagito for running away like this and inflicting all this pain onto everyone, and monokuma let him do it since yknow, technically he couldnt punish him for a crime he hadnt committed yet, and all this happened in a matter of minutes. but fuyuhiko snaps him out of his panic for a second and knocks something through hajimes head, and the realization hits; it’s just them now. they’re the only ones left

and neither of them know what to do

but their first thought was to get out of this factory as fast as possible, so thats the first thing they do, navigating through the fire and leaving the entire fifth island, and hope that maybe they can find a way out of here, or ask monokuma or monomi for help (since the island is in shambles, they must have to let them go right?), so they wander around, hoping maybe then something would happen, but there wasn't any sight of monokuma or monomi. the fire kept on spreading, the smoke was getting worse, so fuyuhiko and hajime eventually retreat back at the military base (one of the few places untouched by the bombs) so they could catch their breath, collect their thoughts, and make a plan (or hopefully monokuma would come to them, if they stay in one place.)

they just kinda sit inside of a garage for a while, talk a little and comfort eachother through it, hajime is crushed by guilt and horror, but he realizes they wont accomplish anything just by sitting here. and if he couldnt save the others, he can save him and fuyuhiko. so haj leaves fuyuhiko in the garage with determination to think of something to get them off this island somehow. he looks for ways of escape, like the helicopter outside, but no fuel. he looks for materials or tools for a boat, but the island had been extremely lacking in that, everything was either burned or missing by now, so even their most plausible idea was destroyed. when hajime returns to the garage in a panic, pacing around, fuyuhiko realizes they arent getting off this island. they cant wait here forever. but hes known this for a while, and he knows what he has to do now

eventually, he hands hajime a pistol(acquired from the truck of firearms outside), and asks him to kill him so it could finally be over

obviously hajime refuses at first, but fuyuhiko begs him, because he isn’t a good person and he doesn’t have much else to live for, while hajime has singlehandedly saved everyones asses, he deserved to escape more than anyone else here, he basically tells him 'its time you take care of yourself.' by now, hajime was crying, but they’ve been at this dead end for so long, he knew he had to do it or else they’d never be getting off this island. so hajime just had to accept it, so he just holds him close, says his final goodbyes before making it quick for him

pulling that trigger hurt him more than anything, knowing he'd failed to the end, but anyway boom monokuma comes out congratulating him, ends the simulation, and hajime is the winner

also postgame babey; when things end here, hajime would wake up from the simulation, and since he never got to choose his own future alongside everyone else, he wakes up as izuru kamukura, inside the abandoned pod room. he's not entirely empty i think, izuru and hajime still would have "merged" afterwards, but his memories of the simulation are very fuzzy very quickly, so hajime is somewhere in there, mourning, justi n the deepest parts of his mind. but thats a whole thing to get into. the survivors, fuyuhiko, and everything that happened, are just kind of like a vague nightmare that sticks with you no matter how much you try to forget it

but he just leaves the pod room, and lurks around the city without any other purpose to serve anymore, all alone. the future foundation hasnt found him since

edit: side note i was really back and forth on it for a while but i finally wrote this into a fic lol. the brainrot consumes

[lilyamorous]

ft - reo x gn reader , angst

VERRYY SHORT 💜

summary ; you..wont ever love him, will you?

The rich heir had spent each morning making sure he looked perfect before school. Because of reputation? Of course that was one of the reasons, but not the full reason.

It was you, you and your beautiful smile. He first saw you when you were walking to school. You had your bag strap over your shoulder as you chatted and laughed to your friends.

Then, he felt his body freeze as he just looked at you, a feeling he had never felt before overwhelming his entire being.

He shook it off, getting Nagi from his house as he went to school with his driver bringing him there, although his mind had been plagued with just you. How did he not notice you before?

As he walked into the classroom, sitting next to Nagi, he saw you, sitting on the chair at the back. You seemed distracted, looking everywhere but where you were supposed to. Even if you werent focused, he still thought of you as something amazing .

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Reo had spent a long time looking at you instead of focusing on the lesson. Looking at you, he felt his heart skip a beat, to him, you had become even more stunning the longer he had stared at you, and he couldnt get his eyes off of your figure. You were like a drug to him. He needed you.

When class ended, he planned to go ask if you wanted to hang out with him, maybe just to go to a restaurant or go to a cafe of some sort, maybe even his house? But instead of being able to walk up to you, he felt his mind blare alarms as he saw you talk to another guy in the class.

He bit his lip, continuing to stare over at the two of you. He felt his heart shatter as he watched the boy you were talking to give you a kiss, you laughing as you slapped his elbow.

“Reo, whats wrong? You seem down-“ One of his friends said, but he didnt care, grabbing onto his bag with a harsh grip as he walked out, going home quickly and texting his driver to say he walked.

He felt worse then ever.

In another world, could you perhaps have been his?

If he was quicker, if he saw you before him?

He still loves you. But you dont..

[ilovechubbieguys]

Pretty Please

Chapter- 2 (chapter I)

F!reader, slight angst, swearing, spoiled!reader arrangedhusband!nick Enjoy!

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I couldnt believe what i had heard. I mean this has to be some kinda sick joke right? Daddy would never do this to me...

And right as i thought it was over he opened his dirty mouth to start talking again. "I arranged for the 2 of you to meet at 4:30" he said not looking me in the eyes "i suggest you go get dressed" mom chimed in.

She hasnt said a word this whole time and now she decideds to speak up? Worst of all shes ok with this?!

"You guys are sick.." i say before storming up the stairs to my room slamming the door with all my force

What if hes a creep, or a 50 year old man? I dont even know his name?! Theres no way im marrying this man, ya no not in a million years am i marrying some stranger especially not just so my parents can get rich?!

Im over with emotions and begin to sob on my bed. My face in my hands and knees to my chest. I hear a familiar knock. Immediately knowing who it was.

"Come in" i say threw my hands. The door opens and i look up to see my cook steven. "Hey honey i heard what happened" he said slowly coming in sitting next to me on the bed.

The shift in weight was comforting. Knowing that atleast someone was there for me made me feel a little better about this shitty situation.

"They...they cant do that, right?" It stays silent while steven looks for the right words "unfortunately they can..i would come in and save you if i could you know that..i wont let anything bad happen i promise"

I continue crying in my hands and lean my weight onto steven who hugs me "thank you.."

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I put on a nice outfit per my daddys request (imagine like old money like that kinda⬇️)

And headed out my room for the first time since daddy told me the worse news ive ever heard. Well along side when i found out they discontinued my favorite dior lip gloss duh

I saw daddy waiting at the bottom of the spiraling stairs. He was wearing his best suit and mom was no where to be seen. Shocker.

I followed daddy to the limbo not saying a word to him. The whole ride was silent. I mean what more was there to say? He sold me off and didnt even seem to care.

It took us 35ish minutes to get to there mansion, and ill admit it was bigger then ours. But sure as hell not big enough to sell me off to!

Our driven opened my door and i stepped out, and there they where all standing in a line miss donna mister donna and him. Ya i said him CAUSE I STILL DONT KNOW HIS NAME!

Me and daddy walk up to them and take turns shaking hands and then it happened miss donna introduced me to him

"And this is my son nick"

NICK?! his name is nick? Not a very fancy name but who am i to judge

"Hello, Nick," i say with a sour face. Daddy nudged me with his elbow, and i put on a fake smile. "My name is y/n," i say passive aggressively with a clearly fake smile. "Nice to meet you y/n" he said.

"I guess your my wife now..." the air was thick with tension. I gritted my teeth trying to reply nicely "ya i guess so."

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CHAT I PROMISD THEY WILL GET INTERESTING SOON OK THINGS WILL SPICE UP I SWEAR JUST GOTTA KEEP ON UR TOES.