#male reader angst

[malereadermaniac]

Toxic ~ Nate Jacobs x Male Reader

He bullied the shit out of you for being gay

Not regular bullying, but like psychological shit

Nate would make small comments about you to a crowd of people, making you uncomfortable for the rest of the night

Or when the two of you were left alone in a room he would call you a f@g when you try to make conversation

However late at night, your phone would be buzzing with notifications from him snapping you

But you were popular, so he couldn't harass you too much - especially once you became friends with maddy

You were a regular at parties, so he'd see you there

Every time nate got drunk, he'd catch his eyes on you more than he'd like

On your body, warm from the heat of everyone dancing and the alcohol in your system

It didn't help that like everyone else, you dressed like a model everytime you left the house - but at parties that was tenfold

You wore virtually no clothes, pretty much forcing Nate's eyes to glue to your thighs, your waist, your ass as it peaked out from your shorts

He also liked how you kept your body hairless, just like Maddy

He would be repulsed if you didn't, so when you raise your arms as you dance, he notices your freshly shaved arms and armpits

After Maddy and Nate were finally broken up, more parties happened

And even though girls tried and succeded to get with Nate, he didn't care for them

They were hookups to him, he noticed them once they put themselves out in front of him

But you

Nate noticed you the second you walked into any party

Maybe it was because when you walked in, people rushed to you to say hi and kiss and hug

But he couldn't deny that when he arrived at any party, part of him was scanning the room for you

Nate fucking hated it

He couldn't even admit it to himself that he piqued an interest in you

He reminded himself that he wasn't gay, he wasn't a f@g he would say to himself

Nate was tipsy and couldn't take his eyes off of you

He would try to find things he hated about you, but he just thought of how hot you looked as you danced with your friends, guys all up on you after they've had a couple of drinks

He noticed you were heading to the bathroom, so after taking a quick shot of whatever he could find, he followed you

Once you got into the bathroom of whoever was hosting that night, Nate forced his way in and locked the door behind him

"What the fuck Nate!?" You shout, scared by the current situation

"Shut up.." Nate mumbles as he gets closer to you

His rough hand cups tour cheek

You look up at the muscular Jock, his eyes hazy looking into yours

Nate focused on your lips, then your eyes, then you lips again

His hand was warm on your cheek

He gave in finally and kissed you

It felt warm, definitely wet and definitely very passionate

Like Nate had been waiting a while to do this

A moan slipped out of your mouth into his as the two of you made out

Nates other hand snaking around your waist

You can feel his muscles against your body as Nate moans into your mouth, his hand on your cheek feeling hot

Nates tongue toyed with yours as you closed your eyes, his fingers tracing circles on your skin

You felt his hard-on poke you, Nate groaning into your mouth as he pushes his dick against yours

He picks you up, Nates strong, huge arms holding you up from under your thighs, your arms around his neck as the two of you keep making-out

The sound of lips crashing against one another and muffled moans echo inside the bathroom

Nate grinds his hard dick up against your ass

You feel lightheaded and hot, breaking the kiss and gasping for air, resting your forehead on Nates built shoulder

"Hey... Help me out here, (y/n)" Nate whispers breathlessly into your ear, making a point of grinding up against you

"Oh yeah? And how should I do that?" You reply, just as breathlessly

More kissing takes place as Nate let's you down from his arms

His hot tongue dancing around yours, Nates rough, big hands rubbing all over your body

You get on your knees and Nate leans against the sink counter, his body looking godly as you look up at Nate with hooded eyes

He was big, you could feel it through his loose shorts

You remember little from that night, but you definitely remember the sounds that Nate made, he was convinced that was the best head of his life

The two of you became a regular thing, he would bully u less in exchange for late night hookups in his car

He would pull up to your house, text you to come outside and wouldn't say a word to you until he pulled up to your hookup spot

The drive over was always interesting, you'd always wear something Nate liked, you could see his dick hard in his pants and Nate would look over at every chance he got but he would stay silent

He would put your seat down and start kissing you, the windows steaming up as the two of you dry hump each other as you make out

He would start gently with you, but soon Nate would get too horny and fuck you senseless

It was never more than that, you didn't allow yourself to fall for Nate cause he bullied u and was a closeted cunt

He was a dick after the two of you fucked, he would let you both calm down and then tell you to dress back up

He'd drive you home and say "night" and that's all

But Nate was surely falling for you though, after sex he could pretend to fall asleep just to hold you

His big body on top of yours, your cum and his drying on yours and his stomach, sweat making you stick to his seat but tiredness allowing you to fall asleep with him

He liked how big he was compared to you, Nate would get up after you fall asleep and admire you

He hated himself for it, but in the moment he couldn't care less

You looked hot, covered in his spit and sweat and cum, looking peaceful and moonlit as you sleep

Nate eventually invested in baby wipes that he would keep in his car, wiping you down gently as you slept, dressing you up and driving you home, but once you wake up, Nate would continue with his silence and drop you home with a short "night"

But you'd notice... you were wearing his sweatshirt

His massive sweatshirt which smelt like him and felt warm against your skin...

Fuck. You like the cunt that bullied you relentlessly and that is very much closeted

But after that, the two of u became somewhat exclusive (only secretly) Nate really showed how toxic he gets

Cause nobody knew the two of you were a thing, girls would jump on him and he would do nothing about it

Maddy didn't dare talk to him, she was better than that, but other girls definitely tried to get with Nate

He never actually did anything with them, but Nate didn't care that you saw how they all flirted with him, and he really didn't care how that made you feel

Most nights would end in arguments over text on Nate's harem of girls that would flirt with him

He would always play innocent and call you crazy, but you'd never let him gaslight you, so most nights the two of you wouldn't be on talking terms

That is until he goes through the effort of posting an "I'm sorry" card through your letterbox

He won your little game everytime he apologised, because you're always sure he means it, that is until he fucks up again the next day

One day you had enough, binned his letter and stopped talking to him

Nate was fuming, he spend 6 hours in the gym that day

You had 23 un-opened snaps and messages from him

It stressed him out you wouldn't talk to him - he did like you, he was also frustrated that you were withholding sex, but most of all he was terrified you would out him

He heard that you had a free house that day and turned up at your house, forcing hid way in when you opened the door - reminiscing of thaf first night

A lot of shouting ensued

But after that... a LOT of making out followed

You were sat on your bed, grinding against eachother, you sat on Nate's lap as you made out for ages

Once Nate started begging to let him fuck you, you stripped down for him

At some point during the night, you though you had broken your bed, from the amount of creaking you two were causing

But the night ended well nonetheless

Nate made you watch as he blocked everyone of the girls that liked him

The two of you made out until you were too tired to keep going

Nate slept over for the first time, he felt comfortable

You body against his, sleeping on his huge chest

For the first time ever, Nate wasn't arguing with himself over his very homo actions

He just let himself feel you and enjoy you as he fell asleep

[topmalereaderblog]

Sad Thoughts //

Imagine: You being Miguel's long-lost partner that died in his world.

I just thought of this, but imagine Miguel finding another universe where M/N is a Spiderman and also having Gabriella as his child and when he checks what your canon event is, it was you losing another version of Miguel. Like what would he do would he try and get you to join the spider society or leave you and Gabriella be would he try to explain who he is. One thing that i felt 100% would happen is him going through a deep depression knowing that he could have had a family with you if he saved you. I also feel as though he would occasionally, in secret, visit your world and try to see you and Gabriella from afar as much as possible.

I want to make this into a full series now!!!

[charliesgoodboy]

hey idk if you reqests are open but i saw that you might of wanted to write for the mid 90's if you are could you do it when were kinda in stevies place you kinda innocent but not really ykyk

thanks hope you have a great day/night

1996. MID 90'S💿

it's useless.

i tried,

but to no avail.

to tell you.

how much i know,

how much i care.

song: . . .ılı YOUNGEST DAUGHTER superheaven

TW: male leaning reader(fem welcome), abuse mentions(since reader is somewhat in the position of stevie), reader is a little older than original stevie(about 15-16 instead of thirteen) but can be imagined to simply look up to fuckshit and ray, reader is hinted to have feelings for fuckshit and/or ray but of course it's the mid 90's, ruben's an asshole, 4th grade is a sweetheart bro, yes there is an edit link on 'mid 90's', last few sentences are just fuckshit and ray

ray who would notice you first walking into the store, your mood was sour and the left side of your chest burned and ached due to the harsh feeling of being thrown against the hard turquoise green wall, to only be thrown back onto the floor with countless punches being throw on you. he's see you but only talk to you really the moment you'd come back after filling up the water jug which originally looked to be used for milk. "what's a kid like you doin' out here." "i'm no older than you." "for real? shit, you look twelve." you'd take that as a compliment in a way, laughing it off along with him as he chugged the gallon a bit of the water rolling down his chin. you liked him, he was comforting to be around.

fuckshit who would laugh at the first words he even heard you utter. the joke was dumb, but it worked out for him put another smile on his face his usual words, "fuck shit, that was dope. this nigga kinda funny i liked that." the sound of your newly made nickname would slur out dramatically as he spoke to you, made you feel special like you were really apart of the group already. the sun would shine warmly onto your skin as fuckshit would only keep up with you in the back, nodding his head as you were slowly getting the hang of your board. "there you go! just like that, push your body weight a little more."

4th grade who would get a moment with you in the shop a lone as he tampered with a few settings on his camera letting you watch. a few small questions turned into a full conversation mostly half of the reasons why you'd even become friends with them in the first place. "ya'll looked cool, i wanted to fit in and be like the rest of you." "but what if we weren't. you know, 'cool.'" "i'd still want friends regardless fourth grade." he truly felt you on that one. feeling left out and alone and seeing a group of kids or a kid that gives you an ache, 'i have to get them to notice me.' those few thoughts running through your mind. just wanting to feel like someone for the one time.

ruben who would grow to dislike you. giving small 'fuck you's' that would sound like jokes at first but each time you spoke to him the conversations would get smaller and less interesting. he didn't like the way ray would come and sit next to you on the floor and his arm would stay on your shoulders being humorous with the others. that stupid look in your eyes as you watched him speak, the smile you had slowly fading as you slowly really started to admire him and take in all his details and habits, he could simply tell and that shit would piss him off enough to leave. but not home. "uh— ruben? where you goin'?" "fuck off ray." it only felt as if they'd talk when he was getting ready to leave.

ray who would really talk to you as you'd go over to some party. he would cheer you on as some girl would drag you to a room but some feeling would bubble up giving his face a frown the moment he realized it. he didn't like you were going in there with her, it felt weird as if you was 'growing up too fast' though he only just met you but that wasn't even the only feeling. he'd root for you the second time meeting you back outside. you were fucked up and high on some shit but that smile on your face didn't go unnoticed the hat you wore falling off your head mid-step. he wasn't all for partying, and meth, and smoking, and drinking all of that shit but you? you needed to get home you looked on your last breath.

fuckshit who would drive you home just to get a frantic knock on his own few hours after, your body crashing into his almost like a hug but your breathing was quick sounding like you really ran your ass over here. "woah, shit what you doin' over here? it's late as shit you should be home." "please, i don't wanna go home.." the sobs you let out made him give in but he'd keep you at his doorstep for a while, the both of his arms coming the wrap around you only one of them atop your head which would be giving his best to give you more comfort. he could barely look at the bruises on your arms which he was sure you had more, your brother chased you around the damn house. he bit the skin off his lip seeing the lines on your neck not mentioning much, he knew what you tried to do. "come on, let's get to bed man."

[joonggphilia]

☼In His Eyes☼

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☼pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Male Reader ☼Prompt: “What am I to you?” ☼genre: angst (I’m sorry) ☼CW: nothing rlly, haechan might come off as pushy and intruding??? Angsty stuff. ☼a/n: this one is not proof read!!!! I got lazy. But anyway this made me low key sad

Reader jaemmphilia’s version here!

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You liked sitting in silence with donghyuk, listening to the sounds of the city below your apartment. It was something that always happened, whether either of you wanted it or not. The dark night was almost overwhelming, neither of you were able to see each other, only the twinkling lights outside of the balcony. You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was looking at you, eyes soft, but calculating, like he always wanted to say something but couldn’t. “Hyuck, everything alright?” You spoke out into the dark, hoping your voice would snap him out of the trance he was in. You heard shuffling motions and a small “yeah, I’m good.” In response. You knew he was lying, his eyes still trained on you. “Did you have someone over today?” he asked, turning on a lamp for dim lighting. Now he wanted to talk, the one time you didn’t. You slowly faced him, “does it matter if I did? I’m a grown man” your voice was a bit defensive because of the sudden mood change. Donghyuck was obviously offended as he frowned and looked around the room. “Your instagram. I saw….and your room is different. Who’s the lucky guy?” He asked, a light smile on his face, but his tone lower. You were taken aback, he was a pretty observant guy, and certainly your best friend. “Doesn’t matter, hyuck. I’m here with you right now.” You spoke affectionately. When he looked back at you, he wasn’t returning the affection, only staring. His eyes were deep and focused, almost as if he was taking a test. “M/n. Don’t speak to me like that.” He blurted, putting his head in his hands. You panicked a bit, not knowing what was wrong. The truth was, Donghyuck was crazy over you. You were the prettiest man he’d ever met, the nicest guy on this planet, almost like an angel on earth. He’d do anything to be with you in that dark room forever, just enjoying each other’s silent company. But really, he’s only your friend. Best friend. But nothing more. Right? Surely not. “What am I to you? If you speak to me so affectionately, how do you really feel? You’re not gonna tell me w-who he is either. So what is it, m/n?” He snapped, his voice cracking. You stared at him in shock. “Donghyuck-.” “Don’t call me that. That’s not what you call me.” He cut you off, a frown evident on his face. “We’ve been friends, hyuck. Just friends. The guy who’s been coming over is also special to me.” You sighed, standing up and opening the sliding glass balcony door to get some air flow. Donghyucks heart sank at the words that left your lips. If you didn’t love him then what did you feel. The way you look at him, the way you speak to him, how you let down your walls…..and he still isn’t the one you love. In his eyes, you loved him and he loved you. In his eyes you two would be together with no one else. In his eyes it would be like that forever. “I thinks it’s time for you to go.” You sighed, opening the door. “I’m sorry hyuck. But I’m sure you’ll get over it.” You whispered as he put on his shoes. He walked out of the door and into the hallway in silence. “M/n.” Donghyuck made eye contact with you once more, his heart racing. “In my eyes…..you’re forever my, best friend.” He spoke softly, his voice shaky as he shut the door and left. Now the silence in your apartment was back, this time, it was eerie and sad. Nothing like it used to be….in your eyes.

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[kiskisur]

ᝰ.ᐟ we'll be a fine line.

warnings: male reader, angst with no comfort, venti x reader, reader died from a sickness from childhood

note: honestly I've been thinking about this for weeks soo.. here to feed you angst fr btw it's short since I have school huhu :(( as alwayss please do correct me if I'm wrong!! <3

In the midst of the chaos of doctors rushing back and forth, Venti stood by [name]'s side, his heart heavy with worry. He clutched a bouquet of vibrant flowers in his hand, a symbol of his unwavering support and affection. As he watched [name] fight for his life, his aqua green eyes filled with tears, reflecting his fear of losing the person he cared so deeply for.

Venti's voice, usually filled with melodies of joy, was now quiet and trembling as he softly sang a soothing song. His words carried a mix of hope and desperation, his song a testament to the depth of his emotions. He held [name]'s hand, his touch gentle yet firm, as if trying to transfer his own vitality to them.

As the moments dragged on, Venti's heart pounded in his chest. The room seemed to hold its breath as the monitor beeped steadily, its sound a constant reminder of [name]'s fragile state. Then, suddenly, a long and continuous beep pierced the air, causing Venti's world to stop. His voice trailed off, and he stared at the monitor in disbelief.

Time seemed to stand still as the reality of the situation sank in. Venti's grip on [name]'s hand tightened as tears streamed down his cheeks. He leaned over, pressing a tender kiss to [name]'s forehead, his love for him pouring out in that moment. The world around him faded away as he held onto the memories they had shared, cherishing every moment they had spent together.

ᝰ.ᐟ we'll be alright..

[vinziel]

The Heart of the Lovesick will always be Broken Male Reader x Bruce

A/N: Another Angst with no comfort? Damn I'm feeling angsty today.

Oh what a thrill it was to date the Spruce from BroZone, that man could make anyone fall for him and you were one of those people, yes you two were inseparable, you both cuddled, kissed, went on dates. Ah yes how marvelous it was, the troll was gentle, kind, flirty and oh mighty handsome. Yes it was the perfect relationship and you thought you two would last together, you really did but when the band split up, you didn't even know Spruce left, you went to visit him one day and only his grandma answered, telling you the brothers except for Bitty B left. Least to say you were heartbroken, you cried and cried.

And oh how things were worse when you lost your parents when the trolls were escaping Bergen Town, you heard their screams as you tried to help them, only to be pushed to the exit by other trolls running. And there you lived a life of isolation, no one there for you and you there for no one. You eventually tried to socialize and became a bit happy, but still your heart remained broken and no matter how many trolls you dated tried to fix it, but people always say the heart of the Lovesick will always be broken, but you never believed in that, you still tried to fix your broken heart. You continue to live life like normal, your heart slowly and gradually healing, until you saw him, he was there, talking to his brothers, you didn't want to believe it, your eyes widened, and you froze in place.

Spruce, who now goes by Bruce approached you, he recognized you and gave you a hug "How's it been man?" He asked excitedly, you broke out of the trance and hugged him back, a small blush appearing on your face as you smiled, replying "I'm doing great. You?" "Oh life's been great, got reunited with my Brothers and blah blah-" You both converse for a while, you really thought you had a chance again, that maybe you two could give it a shot once more before Bruce suddenly mentions "I've got a wife and 13 beautiful kids now it's grea-" "WAIT YOU HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS?!" You yelled, shocked, choking on air "Yeah, it's been a while you know and well" Bruce responded, laughing awkwardly "W-well congrats man. I'm glad you found someone else" You say, you felt your heart break even more, you thought, you really thought you had a chance with him again huh?

"Thanks but uh what about you? Found someone else?" Bruce asked "Oh, no, I've dated but you know, none really worked out" You answered, the conversation was becoming awkward and really uncomfortable for both of you "Well I got to go, got you know stuff to do" You say awkwardly laughing, Bruce replied "Oh yeah my bro's are probably looking for me" You both went your separate ways, and it was only then when you went back home you let all your frustrations and despair let out, you thought to yourself "You dumb fucking idiot, you think he hasn't moved on?! You thought he was available?! That guy is smoking hot, you didn't think he would find someone else?!" You yelled at yourself, as you cried and cried, just as your heart was finally slowly healing, it was broken again, back from scratch, as you isolated yourself once more. No one there for you, and you there for no one. Perhaps what they say is true "The Heart of the Lovesick will always be broken"

[bomertheshark]

This week’s calendar will be postponed!

I’m sorry everyone, unfortunately I got sick so I’ll try to have stuff out by next weekend 🫶

Things to look forward to:

- predator x top male reader smut

- Clark Kent x top male reader fluff to smut

- ghost face poly! x biker male reader

[v6rus]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀† SWEET LIES - ©v6rus

⠀⠀⠀⟡⠀ cw: sfw. angst, fluff, established relationship, insecurities, kissing, comfort, male reader, might sound rushed (?), short drabble.

⠀𓏵⠀⠀❀⠀⠀if this is what you want, i'll give it all to you. / let me tell you what's on my mind, sorry i can't be that guy.

there was a stark silence in the room. between the both of you — you and jay — the only sound audible was your breathing and the low hum of the fan beside you. summer was in full swing, the sun shining through the large window onto your floor. it illuminated both of your faces; it lit up the anticipation present on his features. in his eyes, you had been behaving weirdly, like you had something you weren't sharing with him. it was obvious with how you pushed him away when he tried to get too close.

"baby," he spoke. his voice was much steadier than he expected it to be. "what's wrong? why are you keeping me at arm's length? please just talk to me."

the hurt in his voice made your heart ache. you wanted to explain everything, but there was a stagnant fear within you that prevented it. "what're you talking about?"

his lips formed into a frown, and he bit the inside of his cheek; a habit of his that seemed nearly unbreakable. "you've been acting strange. you're dismissive when i show you affection... if it's something i did, i'm sorry. i can't change if you don't tell me what's wrong."

again, your heart shattered at his words. it was like jay to blame himself before considering the other factors in the relationship — before blaming you. "no, no. it's not- it's not anything you did." you swallowed the thickness that had climbed up your throat, continuing as best as you could. "there's just a lot happening." typical of you to settle for the most cliche truth. vagueness was doing nothing for your case, in fact, it was only making his brain run rampant with how he could've had a part in stressing you out.

"is there anything in particular on your mind? anything i can help with?" he asked. jay was never a desperate man, but in this moment, he seemed more desperate than anything to close the distance you had put him at. he wanted to be with you, he wanted to hear every thought and worry you had.

you stared at him for a moment before speaking again. you figured it wasn't fair to keep him in the dark. inhaling deeply, you directed your gaze to the ground. "i'm just.. worried about how i'll affect you in the long run. am i a good match for you? can i be? is that possible?"

he listened, his eyebrows furrowing. "baby, look at me." he leaned forward, grabbing your chin and directing your eyes toward his. "i understand you're scared. i know it frightens you to be this close to me. but i can't help you if you stay to yourself. we can't continue in a healthy manner if you don't talk to me. please, just let me in. i'll be gentle with you, i promise."

you sighed softly, nodding. "then... i'll try harder. i love you, jay. i'm sorry." as he held his arms out, you leaned into him, allowing him to encase you in a warm embrace.

"don't apologize," he mumbled, running his fingers through your hair. "it's normal to overthink things, but i just don't want you to suffer like this. you can always talk to me."

your eyes were watering by now, and you sniffled. "you're so perfect. i don't deserve you."

he pulled back a little, tilting your head up again to meet his gaze. wiping your tears away, his voice softened just a little more. "don't say that, you're not undeserving of anything. i'm so lucky to have you, y/n." he smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. his lips trailed down; your temple, your cheek, before hovering over yours. he didn't want to frighten or overwhelm you, hesitancy making his movement halt. "can i kiss you?"

nodding, you leaned up into him, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. the softness of his lips was tantalizing, drawing you in. you settled for a couple soft kisses before pulling back. his eyes were sparkling, like he was entranced merely by your existence. "wanna take a nap?"

"jay, it's 9 am.."

"so? i wanna hold you."

"..."

"pleaseeee?"

"okay."

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soul speaks! not proofread. do not copy my gfx, or give me unsolicited writing advice. please like and reblog to show your support. <3

[cross-word]

Wrong person right time

Ethan Landry x male reader

Reader thinks Ethan doesn’t love him anymore his suspicion turned out to be true when reader goes to confront Ethan after getting stood up.

Word count: 550

You stood there watching as he talked to a girl from his class, his smile the same smile he used to give you before you two started dating.

You two never hide anything between each other, but recently you realized Ethan’s been hiding his phone from you more and more.

You watched as his smile fades when he turns towards you and he sees you. Your heart was breaking slowly; it felt like you were going to die.

“I think Ethan doesn’t love me anymore” you said to Tara sitting on her bed, she went silent after that “what do you mean he doesn’t love you anymore” she asked, looking at you bewildered.

“There’s this girl, in his Econ he looks at her like he used to with me” you said tear threatening to roll down. “His everything to me, what happens when he stops loving me and leaves me for her” you said holding her pillow tears going down your face.

“Ethan would never, you two just have to talk it through ok” she said patting your head.

But you two haven’t talked for days. He's been ignoring your text. Leaving you on, read he never did that.

You didn’t want to think he actually doesn’t love you anymore. So you asked him to go on a movie date. He loves movies but 10 minutes passed when he was supposed to show up then 20 then 30 and after an hour of standing in the lobby of the movie theatre you went home.

Tears rolled down your face, what happened, what made him stop loving you, what is something you did. You decided to confront him.

You stood at his door knocking on it. No response. You grab the spare key under the mat, you unlock it when your heart drops. You hear a moaning, girl moaning.

You’d think it was Chad but you knew he was hanging out with Tara today. You walked towards his door. Slamming it open you watched as the two of them panicked to get off each other. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You watched as the girl covered her body, the same girl.

You look to the left seeing Ethan putting his clothes on. “Holy shit Y/N im so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you” he said walking towards you, you take a step back.

You looked at his silent tears going down your face, “you should’ve just broken up with me” you said wiping your runny nose “I hate you” you said calmly walking out the apartment leaving, ethan to watch the door as it slams shut.

“Ethan, he's gone, come back to bed” the girl behind him said “no this was a mistake god, you were a mistake” he said grabbing a shirt and rushing out the door.

You had blurred vision walking to your apartment hearing his voice calling out for you. You started to run, you kept running when suddenly you were thrown into the ground by a car. You felt your head hit the ground hard.

You hear screams before passing out.

[brianwashere]

Listen... I got done watching Euphoria and all I'm thinking about it if Matt had a kid addicted to something because of untreated anxiety, depression, ect (and managed to hide it). The night they'd overdose, and all Matt would hear is his kid's heartbeat going faster (Normal), and

Then.

It.

Starts.

To.

Slow.

To.

A.

Stop.

Hello, I’ve crawled out of the void to deliver angst. This is my first time writing angst so uh—please give me pointers

This one contains dark themes. I kept the actual OD part vague bcc I’m not risking giving pointers on how to OD. If you’re looking for anything like that please seek help.

All in all this was a really great req and I enjoyed writing it. Stay chill, Stardogs!

Read good ending here

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

Pairing: Matt Murdock x son reader

Genre: angst; family

Summary: look at req

Tw: teen death; unintentional overdosing; untreated mental illness;

A Beating Heart; a Fleeting Breath

It had gotten bad.

Really. Really. Bad.

Your dad never seemed to notice the underlying problem. Only that you were out late and that your grades had slipped.

Dad was “working overtime” again. He never told you what he was actually doing, but it was clear he was doing something else with his time.

So here you were again. Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, hunched over the sink. You glanced at the cup of cheap whiskey you’d been sipping on for most of the night. Sighing, you fished the bottle of benzos out of your pocket and fumbled with the cap.

You shook out several onto your palm and set the bottle onto the kitchen sink. You thumbed the pills around on your hand. With another sigh you raised your head into your mouth and tossed your head back.

You grabbed the cup and downed the last of it.

“Dear God.” You mumbled to yourself as you put the cap back on and wiped your face.

You sluggishly made your way to the couch and collapsed on top of it.

‘Fuck, I’m tired.’ You thought as you tried to get comfortable.

You took a deep breath. Well, you tried to. Suddenly you became aware of how heavy every part of your body felt. With as much strength as you could muster you flopped onto your back. You felt like a fish out of water, desperately trying to get air to your lungs.

Tears filled your eyes with the realization you couldn’t breathe. You tried to move your arms, move your legs, do something. You couldn’t.

You felt your eyelids grow heavy and as you went to take your last breath you had one last thought.

‘I never got to say bye to dad.’

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Matt never considered himself a very emotional man. Sure, some things certainly affected him; Foggy, Frank, his son.

He smiled to himself at the thought of his son. He was his pride and enjoy. He may be going through a rough patch but Matt new his son would make it through.

‘Murdock’s can take a beating.’ His father’s words echoed through his head.

‘Wonder what he’s up to tonight.’ Matt thought to himself.

He focused his listening to try and find his son’s heartbeat. His smile faded slightly as he heard the elevated heartbeat of his son.

Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum—

‘He probably just went on a run or something.’ His mind supplied.

He listened closer. His son’s heartbeat was settling down.

Ba dum..Ba dum..Ba dum..Ba dum

Matt let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. Something didn’t feel right; his heart kept slowing down.

Ba..dum…Ba..dum…Ba..dum…Ba..dum…

Matt blinked desperately trying to strain his ears. His heart kept slowing.

‘No. No no no no no no no. NO.”

Matt leaped up from his seat and ran out of the door of his office.

Ba…dum…..Ba…dum…..Ba…dum…..

Matt hadn’t realized he was crying until his tears hit his lips.

‘No, please God. Please.’

His shoes slapped the concrete as he sped up the pace. He climbed a wall to get to the roof; he needed to get there faster.

…ba….dum…….ba….dum…….ba….dum…….

‘Fuck. Please please please. Hold on a little longer.’

He jumped from roof to roof, desperate to reach you.

…ba…..dum……………………….

Matt stopped so suddenly he nearly toppled over. He gasped and clutched his chest, he willed himself forward.

‘There’s still hope. He’s not gone. Not yet.’

He jumped to the window of his apartment and opened it while holding onto the ledge. In desperation, Matt broke the window to get in and stumbled over to kneel by you on the couch.

His hands raced over your chest, resting on your face as he shook you.

“Wake up, Kid! Wake the hell up!” He pleaded.

He moved his hands to your chest and began doing CPR.

“No no no, please please-” his voice broke and he let out a sob “please fight! Fight it, kid! PLEASE!”

But deep down he knew, you weren’t coming back.

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You're mine - Kyotani x Male Reader

Let's make something clear - you and Kyotani were not in a relationship

At most, you and the blonde are in a situationship

Like yeah late at night the volleyball player would cuddle you after banging you and whisper sweet nothings as the two of you fall asleep

But he made it clear the two of you were NOT dating

It pissed you off frankly

You're willing to give him, and do give him, everything a boyfriend does but he just doesn't want to commit himself to you

So you decided to fuck Kyotani off and get over him

Which lined up perfectly with Iwazumi's party that night

He made sure to text you beforehand, informing you of what time he was getting there and telling you to make SURE you don't arrive at the same time as him

It was almost like Kyotani was embarrassed to be with you?

Which really made no sense since half of the guys you talk to would KILL to be with you

That's what pushed you over the edge, so you decided to message Oikawa

8pm is when Kyotani said he'd be at the party, so you and Oikawa stroll in at 8 30 hand-in-hand

Now, while Oikawa and you had dated before, you both knew that there was absolutley nothing romantic there

He was simply helping out a friend

And if only you could have taken a photo of your situationship's face when he saw you both

Kyotani was obviously pissed off, but he quickly fixed his expression back to a neutral one and went back to talking to his mates

But fucking hell the blonde couldn't take his eyes off of you the whole night

He was burning holes through Oikawa's head and hand, which hadn't left yours the whole night

So far, Kyotani managed to get two words in before Oikawa cut him off

It was really pissing him off

Finally, Oikawa had to go find Iwazumi, leaving you open for Kyotani

But as he was walking up to you, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw some owl-headed cunt come up and talk to you

Kyotani decided to get a beer and hang out with his friends, he didn't want to be seen with you anyway

Right?

That's what he thought at least

But after a little while, he found himself telling his friends he was "going to the 'bathroom'" but he B-lined towards you

But once again, Kyotani stopped dead in his tracks

But this time, a look of anger and jealousy flooded his face

'WHAT THE FUCK!?'

That was all Kyotani was screaming inside of his head while he watched that owl-haired guy from earlier shoving his tongue down your throat

Kyotani felt himself lose control over his body

He came up to the two of you, his expression neutral as he grabbed your wrist in silence

"Kyotani? What the fuck?!" You shout as the blonde drags you away wordlessly

Once the two of you got outside, Kyotani shoved you against a wall, his muscular arms either side of your head

"So you think you can just go and kiss other guys huh? Are you fuckin' other people too? Huh?!" Kyotani berates you with questions, his jealousy becoming more and more evident

Your face consorts into one of disgust

"Who are you to ask? I recall you making it clear that we were nothing more than a quick fuck"

Holy shit you dug deep with that one

"Oh so you are fucking that cunt Bokuto?! I shouldn't be fucking surprised" Kyotani shouts, the other people outside trickling back inside as they hear the blonde volleyballer shout

"...who the fuck are you to talk to me like that? Kyotani, you're lucky I've even given you a second glance"

Fuck you just kept going at him

"Shut up, (y/n)! I'm the fittest guy you've ever seen don't lie to yourself!" Kyotani looks down at you, his fists clenching against the wall as his frown became deeper

"Oh yeah? Bokuto's litterally taller than you..." you say with a neutral face, feigning innocence

Kyotani snaps at that line

"Oh just fuck off!" He shouts

"Then let me go." You say, gesturing with your eyes towards his hands either side of you

Silence

All that could be heard were your breaths, crickets in the forest nearby the house and the wind of the night

Kyotani's eyes looked deep into yours, he was blushing like mad

Probably from the anger he was feeling

But he couldn't deny that lust wasn't also there

So he did what was natural

Kyotani bent down to your mouth and kissed you

So you kissed back

Which turned into a heated makeout session

Which went on and on

And on and on

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Brother

Platonic!Winchester!Brothers x Teen!Male!Reader (Supernatural)

Abbreviations:

Y/N: Your Name

'Thoughts'

Actions

Warnings: mean Dean?, OOC characters?, fear of abandonment, misunderstandings, probable misinformation, messed up timeline? Hmu if I missed anything.

Dialogue Prompt: “You’re fine. (We’re) I’m taking you home”

Requested by: no one

A/N: this feels rushed. The ending is bad, the apology is shitty, and overall I feel I could do better. Give me some ideas and constructive criticism.

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3rd Person POV

Y/N: Come on guys... you can't keep me here forever just because I’m your little brother. Please let me out. I wanna go on adventures with my big bros too...

Dean: No it's dangerous.

Sam: You could get hurt, and we don't want dad up our ass about it.

Dean: stern Sam... Anyways, Y/N, I feel like you'll just be a burden on us during the hunts. you don't know how to handle yourself, you don't know how to fight, you've never taken a hit, nor did you ever care to listen to dad's instructions when he was telling you why this is dangerous. so no. you won't be coming with us. And Sam, we have to go.

Sam: That was harsh dean.

Dean: he wouldn't listen otherwise

they walk out, leaving Y/N alone in the trailer Y/N: speechless

Y/N: g-guys but I-

The door was shut

Y/N: sigh so this is what he thinks of me… a burden…

half hearted chuckle Y/N just goes to the kitchen, prepares food for the boys, and goes to sleep. After the hunt, sounds of things falling to the floor Y/N jolts awake

Y/N: w-who's there??

Sam: it's us. Don’t worry.

Y/N runs downstairs to check up on them

Y/N: holy sh- guys, sit down I'll get the first aid

Y/N first patches up Sam and then goes to Dean

Y/N: Sam, your food is in the fridge, eat it.

Y/N sits in front of dean, and starts cleaning his cuts

Dean: Ow careful!

Y/N: flinch sorry… finishes with aiding your food is also in the fridge.

Dean: ……

Y/N: do you hear me Dean? make sure you eat ok?

Dean just nods

Y/N: 'so now he won't even answer me... great' sighs and goes back to his room.

Author POV

For the first time in a long time, Y/N cried himself to sleep. He thought he found a family, but maybe his mother was right… maybe she was just a fling to John Winchester, and maybe Y/N was just an unwanted kid… and maybe that’s the reason Dean hated him, because his father cheated on his mother with Y/N’s… maybe Sam was just sympathizing with him… maybe Sam hated him too… he slipped into sleep with these thoughts in mind. But it didn’t take long for him to wake up because he heard thump. A grave mistake he did was to peek out the door. He saw some kind of a creature dragging Sam down the stairs. And with the new found courage, he ran and jumped on its back. The creature picked him up, and knocked him out. Before blacking out though, he had the energy to yell out his eldest brother’s name, “DEAANNN!!”

Y/N POV

The next thing I remember was waking up in a dimly lit room

Chuckle.

Startled by the chuckle, he yelled out into the darkness, “W-who’s there??” an equally startled Sam replied, “Y/N!!? what are you doing here??” “S-Sam! Are you okay??” Sam hesitantly replied, “yes… how did you end up here?” “I saw that thing taking you and jumped it… maybe it took me too” a new voice jumped into the conversation, “well well… if it isn’t for the younger Winchester and that rat of a brother” I knew who they were referring to, but chose to keep quiet. The stranger continued, “heard your mom died before sending you to her cheater husband, Y/N?” that made my blood boil, but it was the truth nonetheless. “Fine, if I don’t get any reply, I shall get started, separate them.” Someone came and took Sam somewhere. I was scared, I didn’t know what they were gonna do to both of us. My train of thought was cut short when they blindfolded me… oh shit. Here we go. “Don’t worry kid, we won’t touch you. You were an unexpected catch. We plan on talking.” That gave me a false sense of security. Upon not hearing anything from me, the stranger continued, “the hunter community heard a lot about you, kid. The outcome of a fling of John Winchester and Amanda Collins, was it?” my mom’s name piqued my interest. “M-my mom… how do you know her?.” Feeling accomplished with himself on making me talk, he just chuckled, “most of the hunter community knows, the word spreads quick around here kid. And how is it going with your brothers? Heard your old man passed recently, my condolences by the way” he knew way too much about everything going on… it put me on edge. “how do you know about all of this, are you a hunter too? If so why did you take Sam? What did they do to you??” “Okay okay kid, you’re talking too much. Let me…” he gags me!! I mumble incoherent words. “now kiddo, just listen to me. You are just a side quest in this for us. You weren’t even supposed to be here, but now that you are, we have to figure out what we’ll do with you. So shut the fuck up and stay where you are.” and he left. For what felt like hours, I stayed there. in the dimly lit, quiet, creepy room.

Timeskip, few hours

It felt agonizing. I had all sorts of thoughts running through my mind. It physically exhausted me. I felt hopeless… was Dean ever gonna come for me..? did he take Sam and leave already?? Does he know I’m here? Does he care? I mean he did call me a burden.. maybe it is better if he leaves me here. I wouldn’t have to be-

SLAM

The door slammed open, I could hear hurried footsteps, and soon my gag and blindfold was off. “You’re fine. We’re taking you home” and before I could process anything, I blacked out…

Time skip back home

My eyes fluttered open, and I was back in my bedroom. Was it all a dream? After a while of just laying in my bed, I walked out to the kitchen. I could hear… arguing?

Sam: “he only went to save me Dean! You can’t scold him for that. Come on man… he’s still a kid…”

Dean: “there are other ways to save someone Sam. Not recklessly going after an unknown entity. We already have enough stuff to deal with. We don’t need him becoming one. And you have to stop being on his side. This will only make him more irresponsible. Now go back to your room and let me go talk to that brat.”

Sam: “But-”

Dean: “no more of that Sam! Get back to your room.”

My breath quickened as I realized Dean was going to check for me in my room. I didn’t wanna get onto his bad side than I already was, so I ran back to my bed and faked sleeping.

Dean: “Y/N, get up. We need to talk.” I was scared, but got up nonetheless.

Y/N: “y-yes dean?”

Dean: “We need to talk about why the hell you did what you did.”

Y/N: “I… I also want to talk to you Dean.” Dean: “sure you go ahead first then”

Y/N: “What is your problem with me?”

Dean: “Sorry?"

Y/N: “why do you hate me? what did I do to you??”

Dean: “I do not hate you. And you did nothing to me. where’s this coming from?”

Y/N: “all those times you pushed me aside, talked to me like I was a rag, all those times you did not consider my feelings… even today in the morning and just a few minutes ago…”

Dean: “…I”

Y/N: “do you hate me because I’m not your own brother? Or do you hate me because dad… cheated on your mom with mine”

Dean: “that’s enough! I do not.. hate you. Yes, I had a strong dislike towards you… but now I don’t even have that. I’m worried. I never took care of a 16 year old… Sam left for college when he was 16… and I never knew how to do it. You just got left with us… and then dad… sigh I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I hate you. I do not. I… I see a younger Sam in you… that’s why I’m scared. Whatever happens to you is my responsibility.”

Y/N: “…You do not have to do it alone. I and Sam are always with you. You don’t always have to know what to do.”

Dean: “I’m sorry… can you forgive me?”

Y/N: “it will take time, but I’m sure I will. For now, let’s go eat something… together…”

Sam: “I already ordered take out, let’s watch something?.”

Y/N: “race me to the TV?”

We sprinted out of the room, laughing and trying to trip each other. This felt like home… it felt nice.

~ X THE-END X ~

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Diluc X Endangered Home Alone! Male Reader Modern AU

"Where am I?? Why is it so dark in here??" You asked while looking around frantically, only to find out that were in your very own basement. "Hahaha," you heard a voice chuckle in the darkness. You tried to move but you quickly realized that you were tied to a chair tightly.

"Oh stop struggling, your death will be painless, I promise, Y/N." The voice said again before someone appeared from the darkness, you instantly knew the voice belonged to them. You tried to struggle even more until the person who kidnapped you pointed a sharp knife at you.

"What do you want from me??" You asked while yelling, "I just want to kill you that's all," the intruder replied before laughing maniacally. The intruder then walked up to you before putting the knife on your throat. "Please, don't do this!" you said while looking at the intruder pleadingly, but the intruder didn't cared.

The intruder then held the knife above your head, you cried profusely, knowing that your life is over. You began to see countless of flashes of you and your family and friends, and your boyfriend, Diluc. Diluc would always make sure you are loved and appreciated, and you would hate to leave him because you have been murdered by a careless psychopath.

Suddenly, you heard someone kicking the basement door open before they ran up to the intruder and busted their head with a glass bottle. "Y/N, are you okay??" They said, you knew who it was, Diluc. "Diluc??" You asked, "yes baby, it's me!" he replied before running up to you and untying you.

"Thank you so much Diluc, but how did you knew that I was kidnapped?" You asked before getting up, "I tried to call you multiple times, but I got no answer. That's when I knew something was wrong, so I decided to come over to your house to see if you are okay, and it's a good thing I did," Diluc replied.

After he said he you began to hug him tightly before he hugged you back, "thank you baby, I'm so sorry for getting you into this," you said. "Don't apologize Y/N, there's no way I'm going to let no psycho kill you," Diluc replied before kissing you gently before you kissed him back. After that you guys called the cops and pressed charges on the intruder.

A few months had passed since the traumatizing incident, and you decided to move in with Diluc. If he hadn't saved you that day, you wouldn't be here, but it's a good thing he did. After all, he is your boyfriend, and he'd rather go the extra mile just to make you feel safe.

A/N: hey guys, I hope you all like the fanfic. I'm currently home alone and this popped in my mind, so why not write for it, yeah? Hahaha

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Yearn — Jason Todd

m! reader — 1k words — angst with a happy ending — this can be interpreted as a continuation of witness — mentions of intense grief — mentions of suicide — please don't read if those things will make you upset/uncomfortable.

Bruce moved on fast. This was just a matter of going from one Robin to the next. I hated him for it. I hated Tim, too— even though I knew it wasn't his fault. I hated a lot of things. The world for not stopping without him. The birds for still chirping. The wind for still blowing. Clocks for still ticking. Myself for still breathing. I could name a million things that had been taken from me when he died. All I can think of is him. I can't get anything done. So I just sit here on the bench in front of his headstone.

I stopped talking after it happened. I stopped going out. I killed every part of the life I had without truly dying— but that was just a matter of the guts I lacked. I did everything I could to make myself as close to dead as he was. And I rotted with him; regardless of the fact his body wasn't underneath the soil. "You've done this every day for the past two weeks," A man spoke, sitting next to me on the bench across from Jason's headstone. "is this all you do?" I didn't move. I didn't even acknowledge his presence. It felt weird to be this close to another person. I hadn't really heard anyone else's voice in three years. My rent always seemed to be paid for me, and groceries were never an issue since I always had what I needed at the apartment. I knew Bruce was the one doing those things for me, but it didn't change my anger.

"Please," I could feel the way my brows knit together. His voice was quiet. "I need you to look at me." I didn't want to. Some part of me wanted to continue playing dead. I didn't want to interact with the world as if I was of any significance. Despite this, he grabbed me and forced me to turn. His hair was black, face morphed with some sort of desperation. A scar raised in the shape of a J brandished his cheek, and his eyes... I knew those eyes.

I forgot his voice. That was the only thought that seemed to cross my mind now that I was being faced with him. I couldn't recognize him despite the way I once had been able to tell him apart just by his footsteps. The realization was painful. “Say something,” He pleaded, brows furrowed.

But I couldn't. There was no word that my body could utter, no sound that I could possibly make to properly articulate the hellfire that was going on inside of my mind. I wanted to scream. I needed some way to dispel the two and a half years worth of grief and suffering I had endured. I needed some way to take it all back. A way to turn back time, so that I could walk into his death knowing that he would return— knowing that he was still alive. I have spent literal years being hopeless and wanting every day to die and be with him. But here he was in front of me, as if all of that pain I had gone through was for absolutely nothing. And yet for some reason it was him that I was angry at. Despite the things I had to see him endure. Despite knowing he hadn't done any of this on purpose. The guilt of feeling that way ate at me.

He held onto me as if I'd slip through his fingers. Clutching me so tightly by the arms that the vessels beneath my skin were breaking under the pressure. I didn't mind. As long as I got to feel him one more time, I would have let him kill me if it was what he wanted. His absence left my world a different color— and now that he was back, I had to meet him once more, and one day I'll have to lose him again. I can't.

“Can't what, baby?” He brushed the hair out of my eyes as the wind picked up. I guess I spoke out loud.

“Feel like this again.” I didn't know what I was saying. I didn't know what I wanted. My body ached for him. My heart was torn to shreds from the loss. So what was going to happen when he really dies? Could I survive that? The way I barely survived this? And if so, was that really any way to live?

I was pulled from my thoughts by the feeling of Jason's hands holding my cheeks. Warmth against the crisp air that chipped away at my skin. "I spent two years....” I could see the way he was choking back his words. With a deep breath he moved on. “Two years dreaming of being with you again.” It made me wonder what he had been doing for the rest of the time he was gone, but that was a question for another time. “I think the only reason I survived all of it was because I needed to get back to you.” For a moment I forgot what it was like to trust him. In front of me was not the same Jason I knew, and yet still I could feel the old Jason's heart. He had been through so much that he changed as a person, but the care in his voice and the love that dripped from his fingertips every time he touched me was the same. The feeling of it made me believe his words.

I leaned myself into his body, grasping onto him just as he was holding me a while ago. Breathing him in, memorizing the weight of his arms wrapped around me. I would have to learn how to be with him again. Have to learn how to be human. Learn how to love him and trust him the way that I did so long ago. i'd have to figure out how I was going to apologize to Bruce, and how I was going to forgive him. There were so many things that I personally destroyed in my life for practically nothing. I wasted away only to be proved wrong. I almost killed myself for a man that was still alive.

There was a lot I was going to have to work through, but for now all I needed was him.

ive been working and also i'm in a massive block rn and no one is requesting anything, my interaction's at an all time low im getting like a max of 3 likes every 2-4 days so it just sucks. i know this fic was shitty but like i said writers block is kicking my ass so it took a while to even be able to finish this. i would really appreciate some reblogs on this fic or another one that you really liked, it'd mean a lot to me.