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#whatever you give life you will get back why be a wallflower when you can be a venus flytrap!!!!!
ebonyforged · 1 year
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more relationships tags <3 please normies dont find this post just bc theres 1 canon chars full name haha
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naminhakamya · 2 years
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◜♡ STARTER CALL◞
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gente, vocês foram muito rápidos meu deus, quem ainda quiser alguma coisa com a Kamya e não conseguiu responder aqui, por favor chama no chat que a gente combina algo.
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natwrites08 · 10 months
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Better Than Betrayal (One-Shot)
(Ruben Dias x reader) 
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Summary: When Ruben betrays his wife, she stays for her kids and because she has nowhere else to go. How will she deal with having to constantly see Ruben, will they be able to solve their relationship before it’s too late. 
Word Count: 6.4K
Warnings: Mentions of divorce, relationship problems, insecurities, mental health problems, therapy, curse words, parents fighting, badly translated Portuguese, stalking, c-section birth (struggles). Let me know if I missed anything, lots of angst and fluff!
a/n:  Thanks for reading! I don’t know why but I'm in my Ruben era, and it is a beautiful place to be. As for the Mason fic I’m halfway done with the last part and the Martin one needs just two more parts. My uni work is killing me, so I’m sorry for how long it’s taking. I have 10+ assignments every week, so I’m really behind. Hope you understand Lots of love- Nat 💙🤍
How The Met: 
They met in a very unusual way, she had taken a holiday trip all over Europe, and she ended up taking a flight from a city in Portugal, all the way to Manchester, her home where her uni was located, and that’s where she met him. Ruben was angry and frustrated that they had messed up his seats and overall disrupted his routine, he had to take a seat in economy class, obviously he didn’t mind it, but there was babies crying, people talking at all times, the seats were uncomfortable and the person next to him had her brightness all the way up disrupting his sleep. He was a very muscular guy and he was stuck in the aisle seat so there was some room, but overall he was struggling to get comfortable. His easy three hour flight turned unbearable, thirty minutes in and no one seemed to want to sleep but him. 
She had to check important emails from school, turn in reports and all the time zones messed up her schedule, she had a hard time finding a decent job as well so she applied to remote jobs for the time being, such as being a tutor, proofreading, and from time to time a travel blogger on Tik Tok, this gave her some freedom to work at home or in her case from all over the world. So as you can see her life was stressful but free.
She relied a lot on her phone and the idea that no one knew who she was, interacting with people gave her a lot of anxiety. She hated being the cause of people’s gossip or stares, so she tended to be a wallflower accepting only her presence. She liked to mingle with her friends and family, meeting strangers wasn’t her favorite thing, but it was inevitable. She defended herself when it was necessary but she hated being intimidated and that is what happened when Ruben grew extremely irritated.
He finally had enough if he was lucky he would get one hour of sleep, so he had to make her stop using her phone. So he tapped her shoulder, wanting to start a simple friendly conversation “hey by any chance are you going to Manchester?” He thought he sounded friendly but to her ears he sounded desperate and rude, so she only nodded. She wasn’t supposed to say anything to a stranger but she was scared and her fear betrayed her. 
“Perfect, I will give you your phone back when we get there” instead of just asking her to put her phone away because he wanted to sleep, he snatched it from her hands and put it straight to his pocket, and the worst part is that she didn’t even say anything in complete shock and fear of him, he just did whatever he wanted, but at least he was able to sleep the whole flight back to Manchester, but her she was like a statue. 
Once they finally landed instead of speaking up and asking for her phone back the asshole left just as quickly, did he steal her phone, she tried chasing him, even yelling but nothing he was super fast, in his defense he was feeling claustrophobic and just needed air. She had lost her phone forever she thought, everything was there, she had her IPad but with no Wi-Fi she had no choice but to go to her flat. 
He made it home and just when he was happy that he was going to get to relax after his winter holiday a beeping on his right pocket alerted him that her phone was not returned, how come she didn’t speak up? Maybe that was the yelling he heard in the airport but he just needed to leave, so he had to go and return it to her flat, where the find my iPhone app was showing, or should he wait for her to arrive at his home. He will just wait and apologize. 
There was a frantic knock at his door, a huge storm outside and a very wet girl that looked angry behind the door. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you, I chased you, I looked so stupid and you stole my phone you asshole” she didn’t know why she stood up for herself, she believed that even though you are brave no one would care, that is why she stayed in the shadows, besides those warm eyes only looked guilty and concerned, and now she felt bad. 
“Please come inside I’ll explain everything”
“No, is this some kind of ruse to kidnap me?”
“I’m not exactly sure what ruse means, but I don’t want to kidnap you, my name is Ruben Dias I play for the football club Manchester City, it’s pretty well known” 
“I mean if this is my destiny so be it right”  and indeed it was her destiny, getting to know him and also building a future with him, until there was nothing else to give.
As he gave her a towel and told her to change into his clothes she looked at him up and down, he was a giant, with big muscles and very handsome, she never liked to give men the attention that they would not give to her, so she avoided meeting the gaze of any male, she was not ugly by any means, just not confident, she believed that every women was beautiful and perfect, men however were so different. 
Her previous boyfriend was a total nutcase and she rather not discuss her limited dating pool, so yes this man called Ruben was intimidating and handsome, two very dangerous qualities to have. As she followed him to his guest bathroom she spoke up “please don’t kidnap me and you better have a good reason as to why this happened, because thanks to you I look like a wet rodent” he just gave her a small nod, why did he have to look so innocent, like he didn’t just ruin her night, and why had she already forgiven him without hearing his story, it was clearly those doe looking eyes, that is where she realized that he would always be forgiven no matter what, making it hard for her to separate herself from him.
As she arrived at his living space she waited for him to show up “I made tea, have a seat, wouldn’t want you to catch a cold” as she sat down, she wasn’t going to stop feeling confident so she stood her ground, “well…”
“Yes, I had just finished a very relaxing Holiday with my family in Portugal, and I knew that I needed to relax on the flight back home, and well you know the plane had babies crying and people talking loudly, and you know what else… a very annoying girl with her brightness all the way up, which in return caused me to lose sleep, so you see I took your phone, and I felt sick after and I ran home”
“Why didn’t you just ask me to stop using my phone” and honestly that made sense to him, but the thing was that he didn’t trust people as much. The trust part was very ironic on his part, but that is for later. 
“Well I don’t trust easily you could’ve returned back to using your phone” 
“Right but I had important emails to answer and school work as well” 
“I’m sorry really, I regret it so what’s your name” you see, he had just seen how beautiful she was, he had no idea where she was from, but that was something that he wanted to change, she was confident enough to stand up to him something that he would always admire, except for the fact that she didn’t ask for her phone back, but he saw how she was ready to give him hell, just to get her phone back, so she was exactly what he was looking for. So she told him her name, because when he provided that beautiful smile it was over, she had fallen for his trap and nothing would allow her to escape him. 
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What Happened Next?
What happened next was very simple, they fell in love, his lifestyle was very hard for her to manage, but with him by her side everything was possible, as corny as that sounds it was true, his perfect structured routine followed her everywhere, she began working as a nursery teacher and she was happy with a career and a beautiful boyfriend. She was there for him and he was there for her, a healthy and strong relationship.
They had so much trust in each other, and she believed that they could do anything together, there was no fights or issues, the bickering was just little things that they could always improve on, in her part eating too much sweets and his was not doing his chores until very late when she would practically beg him. They took things slow the first year, she met his teammates, his family, he met her family and friends, and most importantly the world met her. 
She was anxious and shy at first, his followers were weary and jealous at first; but she didn’t blame them, she remembered how heartbroken she was when Harry Styles found a girlfriend. Not that she was jealous or anything but it was more the feeling of not wanting him to get hurt you know, she wasn’t obsessed just wanted the best for him; so she was sure that’s what Ruben’s fans wanted for him. 
She was always self-conscious, there were the male fans that only objectified the players girlfriends or wives, saying comments like “he could find someone better” or “she isn’t as fit” stupid stuff that made her feel ugly and not attractive for someone like Ruben. He however was always there to reassure her that she was perfect for him. They moved in together, one year into dating in March 2026, that year it would be busy for him, World Cup, club duty, he would be turning twenty-nine, and most importantly he would be asking her to marry him. 
She was perfect for him, she was very independent, strong, beautiful, smart, and loving, he could easily build the perfect future with her, even start a little family. They shared beautiful moments of joy, pure pleasure, and the best part she was proud of him, there was no envy. As soon as they started dating she left her little traveling blog, so people would not assume she was using him, she truly cared for him, she didn’t even accept his gifts, he had to beg, but most importantly he was there to provide. 
Right after the World Cup he proposed, after all he had a beautiful year. A simple proposal at home, casual just how they liked their dates and surprises. Obviously the proposal ended with them sharing a passionate night. I would like to go into details but simply there isn’t much time, all that is needed to know is that she ended up pregnant with their first baby. 
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Brand New Start?-
Lara Dias was born on the 14th of May, 2027, she was a beautiful healthy baby girl the was born on the same day as her father, she was really his twin, during the months leading up to her birth they got married, a simple wedding, she wore a white dress and he wore a suit, their close family and friends were present, she had a tiny bump, so it wasn’t as noticeable yet, not that they cared about what anyone thought, but being married would bring them closer than ever, plus the pregnancy was still a secret, after all he loved his privacy now more than ever that he needed to protect his wife and baby. 
Three years passed and they were still married, only take away the happy part. After the birth of their second child six months ago, a beautiful baby boy named Lucas Dias, Ruben betrayed her. He was seen at a local nightclub with a girl, the images were blurry, he didn’t kiss her or anything in the video, but he was seen walking out with her. Her world completely crumbled, five years together, and he didn’t care about her.
He was still the perfect father, Lara loved her dad, but their relationship fell apart three months after having Lucas. She didn’t feel as happy, and she was suffering with his busy schedule, he wasn’t at home much, and as the housewife she turned out to be, she no longer had a life outside of her kids and him. 
He was now thirty-three struggling with the idea that he no longer was the“wall” in the defense or even Pep’s first choice, someone younger came and took his spot. They fell apart when she simply asked him how he was, now that he wasn’t in the first team and his injury after the 2030 World Cup, she didn’t mean any harm by it, but he seriously looked hurt. 
“That is none of your business querida” (darling)
“It is my business amor, you’re my husband I need to know how you feel” 
“All you ask me is if I’m okay, worry and take care of yourself, look at you, you had Lucas three months ago, you can start to get back in shape and stop clinging to me, got it, back off”
“ How am I clingy if you give me nothing to cling on to, you walk past me ever since I gave birth, I know that I disgust you, and I no longer care. I just need you to be healthy and happy for our kids. Ok, I’m not selfish, my body is still recovering from the invasive surgery. I know that you weren’t present during his birth but it was scary for me all alone while everyone was watching you play for your national team. So I’m sorry if I can’t be the beautiful wife you had, but it seems like we have both changed huh? You’re no longer the nice husband anymore, I may have lost my beauty but at least I didn’t lose my kindness or my love for you” 
That is how she left him speechless, but nothing changed, just a programmed apology from him, nothing sincere or believable, he stopped loving her it was that simple. From that day on they walked on eggshells around each other, they were intimate only one time, there was no longer love reflected on his eyes, he treated her like if she was simply a duty or task that he had to achieve, nothing more, but again she said nothing because she had her kids to worry about and he was perfect with them. Until that bloody night of his infidelity. 
The looks of pity from her family and friends, the looks from the gossipy moms in her daughter’s nursery, his teammates, everyone felt sorry for her, and he still didn’t say anything, he didn’t care or defend himself, not even a sorry, so it was true. He stayed with a friend until she wasn’t as angry, if that was even possible, but he did miss his kids so he went back. He stayed with his friend because he had no idea what happened, he couldn’t defend himself because everything from that night was erased from his mind. When he opened the door, Lara ran up to him, telling him just how much she missed him, and when she walked around the corner he saw just what he had caused, she looked horrible, he had ruined that spark, she looked pale, skinny, and overall tired. She passed him Lucas and she walked up to their room, didn’t say a word and from the morning all the way to nighttime she didn’t come out. 
“mamãe tem estado triste, papai o que há de errado com ela” (mommy has been sad, daddy what's wrong with her)
“She will be fine meu anjo” 
“No papai, she cries a lot at night, I think she missed you, we all did” and God did he want to turn back time, why couldn’t he just be honest with how he was feeling, share his deepest insecurities with her, instead he went out to drink and he doesn’t remember anything else from that night, he wasn’t even sure if he slept with her, because he woke up in his friends home.
“I will talk to her ok”
“Promise, you won’t leave us, please I missed bedtime, mãe had been so sad that she didn’t read to me, can you read?” And just like that he was going to start being the best father to his two kids, because as a husband he knows that he will never be the same in her eyes, he betrayed her, there was no doubt about it. 
When he entered the room, after putting their babies to bed, he was met with a messy room, something he always hated, tissues on the floor and his pillows and sheets thrown on the floor. He tried to shake her, but she jumped, completely backing away from him. She got up from the bed and walked outside, he followed because she was frantically looking, had he caused her to have a panic attack, she was holding onto her head, counting backwards, and he was trying to reach for her but she kept walking away, shaking her head as a sign for him not to approach her. She sat down, knees to her chest and when she was calmed she was the first to speak pointing at doors, 
 ”you see that door over there that’s where your daughter who loves you the most, sleeps, and you see that door over there that’s where your baby boy is peacefully sleeping, the one that was born only six months ago, this door was the one where a happy married couple used to share their nights and mornings , that is until the husband cheated and you see that door over there, that’s where you will be sleeping from now on, I will keep appearances with you, I’ll be your faithful wife, what else is there for me to do, I’ve already been publicly humiliated, 5 years together Ruben, and you threw it all away for meaningless sex, that I would’ve gladly given you, if only you wouldn’t be ashamed and disgusted of me…” he wasn’t disgusted, he still loved her, he was sure that he didn’t cheat he wouldn’t dare, deep down he knew that he was loyal, he just didn’t have a way to prove it. 
“…I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m not that insecure to know that it was all you, not me, I will not blame myself for this, I gave up my life for you, my career so you could have your dream family and look now it’s broken, so I will stay because you took everything from me, but I will not let you take away my kids, I will not give you the satisfaction of being happy and free, just because you don’t love me anymore, I will make you feel trapped and miserable, because that is how you made me feel, and my indifference towards you will make you feel worse, this will be better than betrayal, now move your stuff to the guest room got it” and just like that she again walked away from him, no room for discussion, he knew that she would never forgive him. 
The days for him were unbearable, if he wasn’t with his kids, he was being ignored. She was still mourning the loss of her relationship. She debated with herself if what she was doing was right, but she literally couldn’t leave, she doesn’t have the guts to separate herself from him, but she really has had enough, however more unexpected news would make her stay with him for a much longer time. 
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Why did he still have to be so perfect, he was focused on their kids, he tried having conversations but she could easily avoid him, due to the size of their house. The day that she actually joined them for breakfast that’s when all of her plans changed. Every day she felt sick and dizzy, the lack of nutrients made her look and feel worse. It got to the point that she scared her family to death, she fainted while carrying Lucas, nothing happened to the six month old, but she was rushed to the hospital. 
Ruben was angry at her, the doctors had not explained what happened, but he knows it’s the lack of eating and now he couldn’t even trust her with his kids, thanks to her, Lucas almost got hurt. She was a great mother but after his scandal, she seemed to have given him the responsibility of the kids, she rarely was there, only feeding time and bedtime, she was no longer the hands on mom. When she woke up she avoided his gaze and he was interrupted by the nurse walking in and telling them that the doctor would be with them shortly. 
“How can you be so careless, Lucas could’ve gotten hurt, you need to take care of yourself and actually be involved ok”
“I’m present for my kids, remember I didn’t ruin everything…” After not hearing her voice directed at him, he literally had forgotten how she sounded, but maybe he wanted to forget this tone because she sounded malicious and disappointed “…I know that they love you more, I’ve had enough Ruben”
“What you don’t want to be with us anymore or what, didn’t you want me to suffer, because I want you to know that I am, it’s hard ok, you haven’t let me explain anything”
“What is there to explain, that I was no longer the woman you wanted, it’s simple I’m only the mother to our kids when I don’t hurt them correct?”
“No they miss you ok, Lara always asks for you, she hates seeing you sad, and as for me I don’t remember that night, so I can’t be sure if I actually…” 
Before he could finish the doctor walked in “hello how are you feeling Mrs. Dias?”
“Just dizzy doctor, what happened?”
“Have you been eating enough Mrs. Dias”
“No sir, she hasn’t been eating at all, barely touches her food” and the look he received from her made him realize that he had no right to speak for her, not anymore at least. 
“Well if what your husband is saying true, you’re going to need to start eating, you have an iron deficiency, which just means that there is a lack of iron in your system, and the little iron in your diet was being taken by the baby…”
“I’m sorry sir, did you say baby?”
“Yes your wife is three months along, you didn’t know?” Before the doctor or Ruben could add more she bursted out crying and when he tried to comfort her, she just made an even bigger deal that made the doctor excuse himself. 
“I fucking hate you Ruben, this baby was not made with love…”
“Don’t say that of course it was made with love, look I will…”
“…I don’t want to hear it, the only time we had sex during this horrible time I end up pregnant and sick, and it’s all because of you, that time I remember the disgust in your eyes and how you just did it because you had to” 
“What disgust querida, I don’t know what you’re on about, but three months ago we were still indifferent but it was because I was dealing with club stuff” 
“Exactly the main reason why you left angry and cheated, all because I asked you what was wrong” 
“Amor I did not cheat, I would never, ok, I know you don’t believe me but it’s true. yes I talked to that girl I saw the video, but I don’t know what happened next, I was..”
“What too drunk, that is the most basic excuse ever Ruben and now I can’t leave because we are expecting another baby”
“You were planning on leaving me?” 
“I promised myself that I would never stay with a cheater, I would’ve divorce you…”
“I would never allow that, I wouldn’t let you, the children our marriage?” 
“You definitely didn’t care when you cheated so it was decided until now, I was going to divide custody, but with how busy you are I didn’t know, I wanted to start working again but now it’s over” 
“We could go to therapy, I don’t know amor, I want to save our marriage” and she laughed, a sound that was meant to be beautiful only sounded condescending. 
“Therapy really? If you didn’t cheat prove it, and then we can talk about therapy and trust” And he was going to prove that he was faithful, there was no way he did anything, he would hire a private investigator to understand what happened that night, when he woke up he just smelled like alcohol, the days after that everyone was as disappointed and his teammates didn’t even talk to him, that is how much they loved his family, so he was going to find out the truth to fix his life again, because currently the only people that didn’t hate him were his innocent children. 
“I’ll do anything to get you back ”
“Even if you do, the amount of pain that you caused will never allow me to forgive you fully Ruben, instead of talking to me, you went out to drink, which you never do, you are a literal lightweight, I’m your wife you can tell me anything and I would be right there for you, but instead you also emotionally cheated”
“I don’t want to lose you amor, you’re my everything, please”
“Just let me get better ok” 
That day they stayed just to keep her in check, the fluids that were given, had made her regain some strength, she allowed for an ultrasound and they discussed the pregnancy more, before leaving in the morning. 
“Doctor, would I be ok to give birth, I had a very complicated second pregnancy they did an emergency c-section, that left me traumatized, I don’t know what to do to make this process less painful and stressful”
“First of, all the support needs to be there, the nutrition, and not doing any heavy lifting, you can have a choice to do the birth naturally or via c-section again if there’s no issues”
“What if I want to get my tubes tied?…”
“ after the birth if vaginally than it would be appropriate to do that, but everything with time, don’t worry and stay healthy ok, have a good rest of your day” 
“Amor, I’ll sound really stupid, but no more kids?”
“Yes you do sound stupid, we only wanted three remember”
“I’ll get a vasectomy then, I can’t allow you to suffer more”
“Ruben are you forgetting something, the fact that you cheated, who knows maybe you would like more kids with your future wife” and she wasn’t expecting his reaction, the cold tone that he used when he said that he was going to check her out of the hospital, what she said really affected him, she no longer wanted a future with him, she was doing everything to push him away, she no longer believed in him.
As they drove in silence, she wondered how a beautiful marriage turned sour the minute he didn’t open up, the minute that he didn’t make her feel wanted, and the second that it took for him to go search for love in someone else’s arms. “Where are the kids?”
“John is taking care of them, our families don’t live close and it was an emergency, I’ll pick them up once you are comfortable at home, he took them to the zoo”
“What do you think this baby is going to be, I wouldn’t  like to lose the tradition of guessing how our baby would look like”
“I hope to have a healthy baby, I do miss the little outfits for girls, but hopefully this one looks exactly like you, the other two are my twins, I want them to have a cute nose, your hair, your eyes, I don’t want this baby to remind you of me at all”
“Don’t say that Ruben, I may be mad but we both made this baby, so they will always remind me of you”
“I just want to say that I’ll would like a vasectomy just for the fact that me having kids would only work with you, no one else, I don’t want to live a life where you’re not there as the mother of my babies and my wife, it’s impossible, I’m sorry ok, just know that I regret not being honest about my mental health”
“That’s good to know Ruben, I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to provide you with comfort but I was recovering”
“I know amor and I would never hold that against you ok, I was selfish you got surgery, it all started when I missed the birth of Lucas, for what to be a benched player, I can’t forgive Pep for that, and plus them not giving me or even stones the captain band, I know that I’m old ok but I’m only thirty-three, I still have a good three years left. I was angry and sad, but you were recovering bebe, I didn’t want to burden you with useless stuff, I should’ve just focused on you guys, on taking care of you, instead I made you feel not wanted or beautiful, I regret telling you to get back in shape, maybe I was the cause of the low iron as well, I’m sorry that I brought insecurities that I swore to erase, you will always be that perfect “wet rodent” that I fell in love with”
“Than make me feel that way again, Ruben I don’t want to lose you but you don’t understand the thoughts that go through someone that doesn’t feel good enough for their partner, I didn’t feel like a good mother either, I just need you to make me trust you again I don’t want to feel guilty at all”
“I promise querida that I will fix this again, just please don’t think that you aren’t good enough for me, you are the best wife for me, more than enough, and you are an even better mother, Lara and Lucas love you baby, I love you”  
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Forgive Me
They were better, still struggling, but there was no silent treatment, she had good days and bad days, where her family and friends would judge her for staying, and especially for getting pregnant again. She was the laughing stock of everyone in Europe, and what did Ruben do, prove to everyone that he was not a cheater, that his wife had a reason to still believe in him, it brought him an immense amount of respect for her, because she was giving him a second chance to prove himself, she still was willing to forgive. 
Ruben went to that nightclub and demanded the recordings, he saw the cameras from outside and inside, he saw how much he drank, six shots. If he threw up with two, imagine six, his senses must’ve been impaired. The girl arrive in his sixth shot, he didn’t speak to her at all, she leaned down and he only nodded, not really sure what happened, he paid and left with her next to him, outside he was shaking his head telling her to go the time was 2am, she left and he walked to his friends house, which made sense because he lived a couple of minutes away, at least his sense of direction was not lost.
After that information, he hired someone to check every camera from his friend's apartment, to check the car plates when she got in a random car after he left. His findings were interesting because at 2:25 am he arrived at Marcos house, there was no sign from any girl after that, his friend even told him that he was so drunk that he fell, the recording from his friend’s security system also proved that. He should’ve done that three-weeks ago when he was accused of cheating, but he needed proof and he had everything when they found the girl.
Her name was Lindsey Jones, she was a Man-city fan, only twenty-three years old, the police took her phone and saw the recordings of her admitting her plan of seducing Ruben, it showed that she had planned everything, had followed him for weeks. It was a sad reality that female and male footballers lived through, sure they could have admirers and girls and boys that love them, but attacking his private life was horrible, his family was in the middle. Restriction and punishments were given to Lindsey, the news broke all over the internet, that Ruben Dias was faithful. 
Apologies were shared for Ruben, for his wife and family as well, the abuse and judgment that she went through for staying with him was horrible; family and friends also apologized. She could finally breathe, she apologized for not trusting him and he reassured her that it was fine, because his own decision of drinking led him to that point. She forgave him, but it was hard to fully forgive without sharing the pain with him, so to therapy they went. 
Couples therapy allowed them to feel even closer, they never thought that they would be put in that position, but they were and it only brought them more pain, the lack of trust from both of them was so hard to manage, so going to therapy helped them cope with their hurt. 
“So Mr. Dias, have you been opening up to her more?”
“Yes, I actually tell her everything now, I know that she is pregnant and I really don’t want to bring any stress, but knowing how we both feel is the best way to have a healthy relationship, she shares with me and I share with her”
“What about you Mrs. Dias?”
“I hated how everyone just brushed the problem away, Ruben has been great with this, but family and friends that aren't supportive keep bringing it up and not really taking it seriously, we were practically stalked and our family suffered from it, most importantly our marriage”
The kids were doing amazing, happy to have their dad and mom back, Lara couldn’t wait for her new sibling, Lucas was still too young, he would be one when the new baby comes. They still haven’t decided if more than three kids would be ok, but Ruben was now thirty-four and he probably just wanted to enjoy his family. 
“Mr. Dias, what about the club?”
“One of the defenders got injured, so I was his substitute, I got more playing time, but with my friends leaving I don’t know if staying would be appropriate, the owners and coaching staff no longer appreciate me, fans still consider me a great center-back and I would always be a legend to them, but it hurts, I won everything with them”
“Do you think moving would be appropriate?”
“If they want me sure, my contract is ending, and I still think retiring is too soon”
“Mrs. Dias, would you follow him?”
“Of course, if he needs to go back to where he was happy or where he feels appreciated I’ll follow him, our kids are still young that a move won’t affect them”
“Before our time is up, are you guys happy now, in love, do you trust each other” 
“I trust her more than anything, and I love her even more, I know that everything was my fault, but we are better now, I hope we are”
“Yes we are doctor, I do trust him, I only want us to be happy” 
And they were happy, there were no more doubts or betrayals, she was no longer in mourning, she was returning to good health, her spark was back, she discussed more about her dreams and aspirations with Ruben, she wanted to return to work, at least online or something that would keep her occupied. She had little friends, so she wanted a life outside of her kids as well, not be so dependent on Ruben, and he would make sure that she was fulfilled. They agreed that once he retires they would move forward and only focus on their family. 
On the 3rd of July, 2031 a beautiful baby girl named Lucia was born, she brought an immense amount of happiness into the family. That same year Ruben returned home and said goodbye to Manchester. He would continue playing at another team where everyone would appreciate him, besides he no longer felt safe, and his main concern was his family's safety now. There was not a day where he wouldn't apologize to her, but they were ok, they were back to being the structured couple, the ones that could face everything and still have each other close.
Deep down she knew that he hadn’t done it, but you can’t ever be too sure, you might think that you know a person until they completely break you, and Ruben didn’t do that, he didn’t give up, he fought and defended his family, you can say that he was born to protect and love. After all love is a commitment, for emotional and physical reasons, love should be unconditional, which means that it is hard to deal with, couples don’t lose their spark, but should work together to change and get through any obstacle. 
Family is the most important part of love, he fought for them and she didn’t give up on them. They truly accepted their flaws and they trusted each other again after all him struggling with trusting people brought them together, and now he couldn’t imagine a person more perfect for him. There was something better than betrayal, and that was their love for each other and for their family, that’s the only reason why they will always be perfect together. 
a/n: Thanks for Reading, hopefully you enjoyed this story. I will finish up the Mason story this weekend and will post it around Wednesday of next week, just need to edit it. Thanks for understanding-Nat 💙 @xjval 
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fundeadasylum · 4 months
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"Whatever you give life You are gonna get back Why be a wallflower When you can be a Venus fly trap?" -[x]
I saw Goth Ira and knew I had to draw her, I love her, she's gorgeous <3
Ira belongs to @mushroomminded
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nexusnyx · 1 year
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godspeed; [fezco imagine]
SUMMARY: Living in the shadows of your classmates served you well to keep you alive until college. High school could be dangerous, and toxic, and hectic. The only problem about being a wallflower is the missed opportunities, and he is the biggest chance you never took.
That’s alright, though. It’s not like you ever had a chance with Fezco. Right?
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⚠️ Mentions of drugs, addiction. | 🏷️ Fluff, strangers to lovers; WC: [5.3k] | 📑Posting this again because some people asked for it. If there are any other Fez scenarios you want I can check if I still have them. Mwah.
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The thing about being an addict who meets another addict was that they could bring out the worst in you.
It might happen without meaning to, and they'd do it without any notion of the effects it might cause on your life. With one request from them, or maybe getting stuck in the same room as another one who's a little like you and bam—five years of sobriety would go down the drain.
Rue could be that for you.
Thanks to Ali and your last two years in therapy, she won't be. Not tonight.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” Rue asks. Her eyes are dropping low and she pouts in an adorable manner. She’s high. Very high.
You shake your head. “Thanks.” Her new friend Elliot gives a sharp nod before he and Rue leave together, and you take a second to send a prayer in secret that Rue makes it tonight.
You didn't come back to this damn city to get attached to someone and just watch them die.
After a sad chuckle, you turn around to see what else is there to do in this party she brought you which is not one-third as lame as you imagined it’d be, and that’s when you see him. It takes a second for your brain to understand why it stopped dead in its track at the sight across from you, but when the light flicks just right in his freckled face, you recognize him even with the beard.
You freeze.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck—is that Fezco?
You look away for a second, then back at him. Across from the glass wall that leads to the pool patio there's a gazebo, and he's sitting in the steps talking to someone. The place is crowded and illuminated mostly by colorful lights, but you'd recognize those eyes and cheeks anywhere.
It is him.
Looking good. Looking five times more handsome than he ever did before dropping out of school, and by the looks of it, doing the same thing he did while he was still in the halls of East Highland.
He's smoking and staring with a blank expression to the bodies dancing and walking in front of him, and after catching a second person not subtly slipping him money for a handshake of something, you realize that yup—he's dealing.
And he looks ridiculously good doing so.
A glass of whatever the hell Rue mixed is downed in a second, and you go to the kitchen in search of more.
Fuck your entire life.
Who would've thought Fezco O'Neill would still be living in this shitty town?
Studying with Fezco all those years ago could've been one of the many things your years of substance abuse took out of your early memories hasn't it been for how much you thought of him back then. Even though you two were never friends, never passed beyond the stage of awkward small talks, you enjoyed him. His presence.
One could say you had a crush.
You loved the short and brief interactions you shared with Fezco back then—he came to school often until a certain point, and given the nature of his job, talking to Fez was almost impossible since he talked to everybody, all of the time.
People gravitated towards him in groups, alone, in couples; either because of the drugs or just because he was one of the few people who you could sit beside and not feel anxious, or like you need to try too hard.
The party Rue brought you to has many more teenagers than you expected. It was granted, and you ignored it. The music is decent enough, but you can almost feel the small web strings of drama tying the entire party together. You'd like to blame Rue for you being here, but you can't.
She's still seventeen.
When you were seventeen, you were… well. Doing the same she is now.
Sadly.
You'll blame Ali for being invited over to his daughter's house and dropping the Bennet Bomb on your lap. He pays in food, and that's always nice.
Navigating the party to try and find something to do or a conversation pit that is nice proves to be worthless, and you start worrying that this night will be a bust.
You may be sober from all the pills that one day fucked you over, but your fucks still happened every once in a while because of the other things you still fell back on when shit got hard, which, considering the world and its state���it's often.
At least alcohol and weed make you less of a mess. This party had both. The night could be fun.
You promised Ali you'd keep an eye on Rue—she's doing poorly and a trainwreck tends to crash and leave traces if you don't see to it soon. But if you're staying, you need at least a joint.
Or two.
Fuck.
You stop the first teenager you see, "Hey, is there any other dealer in the party other than Fez?" You ask.
The boy scoffs. "'Course not," he says, then walks away.
Fair enough. No one would be stupid to try and deal at a party in an area where people even drive to meet Fez; he covers the crowd of this (and a few other) high schools for years now. Of course it's only him.
There's no reason you shouldn't go to him. He's not even gonna recognize you, your brain tells you.
The boy scoffs. "'Course not," he says, then walks away.
There's no reason you shouldn't go to him, you think. He's not even gonna remember you anyway. It's a bitter reminder, but the taste leads your legs outside to the gazebo in hopes Fezco is still there.
And even if he does remember you, the same voice says. It's not like you two ever had a lot to talk about. As you walk, you remember Rue mentioning to Ali a few days earlier about how her friend who is a drug dealer had beaten Nate Jacobs into a pulp. She told Ali the reason why and even though you had no idea who Nate Jacobs was, he sounded like a fucking cunt.
You kinda hated to have missed the show.
Part of you is wondering what will happen if Fezco does remember who you are, but it's not like that is a big deal either. He'd say hi, make small talk and then what? Reminisce about the days when he sold you Codeine or Demerol and you lived through the stages of a fucked up household while high out of your fucking mind?
Right.
Your palms are sweating. You check the bills inside your dress's bust again and fix the edge of your glitter sleeve, stepping close enough to see the pool and—there he is.
Fezco is talking to a guy when you step outside and to your happiness, Rue and Elliott can be found with Kat in the garden close by. You can do this.
You walk until your platforms are knocking on the edge of the first step, and Fezco only turns around when the guy leaves his side. He turns taking out the joint that's behind his ear, fishing for the lighter that must be on his front pocket, but then he sees the legs standing right in front of him and lifts his head to look at your face.
"Hi," you shake your head at him. "Please tell me you still got weed." I might have to drink tequila like a frat boy if you don't. It's the frown that tells you Fezco's mind must be trying to connect the dots, and before you can offer him any hint on why he sort of recognizes you, a smile breaks out in his face and surprises you into stunned silence when he follows with, "Oh, shit. You're Y/n," he points at you.
"I'm—yeah?" You know your crush used to be big, but you fight down a knot at trying to recall if his smile had always been this charming. "Yeah, it's me," you try again, not wanting to sound like a question. "You're Fezco. Hi again," you wave a hand again.
This boy always left you tongue-tied, but you'd be damned if he got you looking stupid this early into a conversation.
"Wow." Fezco's smiling dopely, and the way he looks you up and down have your skin running a little hotter. "Been a long time. Hi, little ma."
Fuck. He's sitting down, but Fezco chill raspy voice still makes him feel inches taller.
"Hey, Fezco."
"You said you wanted weed?" He asks, finally lighting up his joint.
You look at the orange smoke illuminating his face and nod. "Yes, please." This is still as awkward as it was back then. "I'm not mentally ready to be this surrounded by teenagers," you add without thinking.
Fezco laughs at that, taking his blunt between his fingers. "Word." He fishes for something inside his jacket's pocket. "You want the flower or you want a pre-rolled?"
You pout. "That depends. Who rolled it?"
Fezco smiles. "I did."
"Your joints looked like tiny spaceships, man. No offense." Back in school together, you never bought weed from Fezco because you hated how smoke made you cough, but you saw the pre-rolled he sold to your classmates, and he rolled like shit.
He surprises you by laughing again, and then he gets up. "Damn, ma—your memory's good, huh?" Fezco looms over you for a second before leaning against the handrail, and he takes out a pack from a pocket. "I got better at it. Look. Looking like they came from a factory, see? I ain't selling shit I wouldn't be smoking too."
His joints really are looking professional, and you laugh again, this time with him.
"Cool—they look good," you nod in approval.
Fezco who's had a smile on his face since he put a name to your face nods too, looking even more pleased with himself. "Cool. One's $3. Three's ten. Five's fifteen. How many you looking for?"
"Gimme five."
"Five?" He blinks in surprise, but starts picking them one by one.
"I'm looking out for a friend of a friend and I have a feeling she's not going home anytime soon." You give him the money, and in exchange take the blunts. "I'm not taking chances."
"You don't have a purse, where you gonna put 'em?" Fez asks, taking another look at your outfit.
You pull on the fabric of your renovated shirt and show him the pocket you sewed on the inside. You make a show of opening it, putting four of the joints inside, then close the button.
Fezco chuckles. "Aight. You're prepared." He looks you up and down again, and you fidget in response, organizing your corset underneath the shirt. "What brought you back? Wait—why did you leave in the first place?"
When Fezco left school in seventh grade, you still saw him for a few years. Whenever the pills ran out at your place, you ran to his and Ash's place for more.
You shrug your shoulder, and light the one joint you kept in your hand. "I left to go live with my Aunt."
He doesn't need to know the why, nor does he care. Whatever it is Fezco remembers of you or thinks of your person, you can bet it isn't that your mother preferred you living in another state than keeping the junkie her neglect created at home.
"Really?" Fezco asks, and he sounds just as genuine as ever. He looks behind your shoulder out of nowhere and you notice another boy hovering your conversation, most likely wanting something out of him and you're about to say you'll leave him alone when Fezco shrugs a hand in the air for him. "Ain't available. Find Ash," and without even looking for his response, his eyes are back on you. "Was your aunt nice?"
His voice drags out, the same way as it did before.
It's still distracting. "Yeah." Auntie, unlike Mother, lived a real life. Had real problems and, as consequence, helped you with yours. Fez probably didn't care about that either, so you exhaled the smoke and changed the topic. "And you? Last I remember you quit to help your G Ma with business and your little bother. How's Ash?"
Fezco smiles, and you feel your heart skipping a stupid beat at it.
Even his smile has gotten cuter.
"You remember that?" His words drag out, and he smacks his lips on his teeth.
You frown. "Course I do." I always had trouble forgetting anything related to the cute and funny ginger boy who always has a kind gesture or word to offer if you need. Fezco nods, looking at you through his eyelashes and this time, he keeps his eyes there. "Yeah. Stuff's been good, you know."
His careless demeanor never hid from you the small things, like the way he narrows his eyes when he's lying through his teeth. You hope whatever 'good' he's been getting, it gets a little better.
Before you can ask something else, Fezco goes on. "It's weird that you remember that. About Ma G and Ash."
That comment leaves you even more confused. "How come?"
Fezco shrugs his shoulders again. "Dunno. It was a while ago, lil' mama." You two laugh at that, because word. "'s the reason I knew I could trust you, too."
Fezco trusts you? "You trusted me?"
"Trust. Ain't gone away just 'cause you left," his smile is so nonchalant that it makes you smile in return. "No one ever found out why I dropped—just assumed 's for what I do. Lots of rumors 'n that's it."
He's right about that.
Through hazy memories, you recall people trying to create the most dramatic reason for Fezco's drop out in the cafeteria as well as in the streets. "Yeah… I remember that." You hum. "Always found that strange."
How was that a twelve-year-old Fezco managed to keep his grandmother's sickness all to himself was beyond you.
"Exactly." The way he says the word makes you leave Eastland high of all those years ago and focus on him again. He said it as a confirmation, and when you frown, he elaborates through a chuckle because he notices you're already high and just as lost as before. "You're the only one I told, Y/n."
"Wait. Really?" That couldn't be. Fezco had friends. Good ones and not-so-good ones, you imagined. "Why?"
"Yeah, lil' ma. You the only one who asked," he shrugs it off, speaking through the clouds of smoke.
You're the only one who asked.
"Oh." That made the flutter inside of you get worse. So much worse.
Sure, Fez always answered when you asked him things, whether it was about his brother, or his grandma Marie, or even himself, but picturing a world where people never even ask him about those stuff seems foreign to you.
Maybe that's because you always wanted to know.
The silence stretches out for a few seconds between you both, only the smoke of your blunts creating a thick fog around, almost like a bubble.
Fezco still stares at you and your clothes, and you try to move only your shoulders to the beat of the song because his eyes are as sharp as they were before.
"What brings you back, then?" Fezco asks. Someone else pops up right behind you and he exhales his smoke a little annoyed. "Not now. Find Ash."
That's the second time he blows off a customer to keep talking to you and—yup. Just as you feared the first time it happened, this one leaves your cheeks burning bright.
You clear your throat and look away from him in search of Rue as an excuse, hoping he doesn't see it. "My sponsor is kinda like a dad to me. And he sponsors… that one." Rue's still sitting underneath the same tree with Elliott, and you release anxiety you forgot you were holding on to at the sight of her. "So I guess you can say it's babysitting duties." You shrug. "If you're asking why I'm in town specifically, it's 'cause my Aunt moved in business for a year so," you shrug, as if saying this is where I gotta be, I guess. I have nowhere else to go. Instead of asking about the sponsor as most people do, Fezco's still looking in the direction your finger pointed.
"You babysitting Rue?"
"Yeah."
"Word?" You nod at him, giggling a little at how happy he got out of the sudden. "Fuck, man, that's kinda good to hear, I ain't gonna lie to you," Fezco laughs at that, really laughs like he's happy in his most genuine form. "She's my friend. Rue. She's kinda like family—I know she a mess, but." He takes another drag, looking between you and Rue this time. "I ain't selling to her hard stuff anymore, but…" Fezco sighs. "I'm scared if I don't give her what she want, she'll just find it with someone else, ya feel me?"
Double fuck. "Damn." Fezco dealt for Rue. Who ODed. Who's relapsed for the second time. Damn it. Knowing Fezco the little you did, you knew he felt a silent ocean of guilt over it. "She's good, Fez."
You reach out with your free hand, knocking your knuckles gently against his forearm. "She got a good sponsor, 'kay?" You lift the joint in your hands. "This? The only reason I still got a grip in shit's because Ali takes none of my bullshit and still manages to give me good advice between all the crap I try to sell 'im. She's not in a good place, but she is a good kid. Stuff takes time, that's all. Plus—she's still young. Surrounded by drama, all the fucking time. She needs to get to a place where she wants to be alive for real, and she will. Eventually."
Even though it had been only two pancake visits since you and Rue met, the kid got her vines in you, somehow.
Just like Ali, you believed in her.
"Yeah." Fezco nods along with every word you say, and when you're done, he's smiling again. "Yeah, okay." Has he always looked this fucking breathtaking while smiling? You might have a heart attack. It's a good thing you're not swimming in opiates anymore. "She got a good sponsor and apparently a guardian fucking angel, so I'll believe in ya."
The blush worsens at that, and this time, Fezco catches it. He laughs at you, and you knock your fake Versace Medusa platforms against his chin.
"I am not an angel," you laugh.
"I dunno, it might be the lights or sumn', but you lookin' like one," Fezco looks from the soft pink light that's casting a shadow on the pool area and you, and you wished it was red so it masked your reaction to him instead of highlighting it.
"You always been this sweet talker?" You try, laughing it off.
Fezco's just being nice, you tell yourself.
"My bad, ma." He must notice you're getting a little too flustered, and changes the topic, too. "So how was it with yo Auntie?"
You push away any thoughts of school behind and try it.
Having a conversation with Fezco turns out to be much easier than 11-year-old you imagined. Maybe it was because he was in a year above, or because he's always had those sweet eyes and smiled so rarely, but his intimidating persona fought a valiant battle and lost every time his personality entered the ring.
Eventually, though, Rue gets lost from your sight and, as you promised, you have to go find her.
"Fucking hell," you mutter to yourself, getting up from the steps. "Uh—I'll be back?"
Fezco looks up at you. "Really? 'Cause if you say you'll be back, I'll wait."
You smile down at him. "Then, I will be back."
Finding Rue while high and happy out of your mind feels almost hypocritical.
The sea of teenagers and the smell of alcohol, weed and sweat does nothing for you when all your brain can focus on is Rue Rue Rue Where Is Rue as well as Fez Fez Fez, As Sweet as Ever, Fez Fez Fez. He looks so pretty.
He pulls off the beard, too. His voice is lower, much lower than you remember—puberty hit that boy in the chest, and all the smoking can't help, either. And if he—oh shit, that's Rue.
"Rue Fucking Bennet!" Your scream is met with the sight of Rue looking like a parakeet. "Yeah, you."
"Oh, shit." Rue looks behind her, and, of course, there's Elliot. Is that a bathroom behind them?
"Oh, fuck nah." You stride to them, anything that isn't Rue and that bathroom momentarily forgotten. "You are high enough." You push past Elliot and stand in front of the bathroom door. "I ain't watching you snort too many lines for your already high-ass brain to keep up with. Go fucking find something else to do."
"Shit, Rue. You never told me you brought your mom," Elliot teases.
You point a finger right on his face. "You better learn when to shut the fuck up, Elliot." I don't fucking like you, Elliot. "Did she tell you I'm here 'cause I caught her almost passed out in a bathroom? Did she?"
From the sight on his face, she obviously hadn't. Called it.
"Exactly. Why don't you stick to your fucking lane and go roll the two of you a joint or something and I'll stick to my lane of not letting the addict decide how much coke is enough coke for her, huh?" Your blood is boiling already, and Elliot's right. You sound like her mother, and yet, you can't bring yourself to care. Turning your face to Rue, you see her looking sheepish between you both. "Trust me. You can find other shit to do."
Rue sighs, but you caught the fleeting fear in her eyes when you mentioned the bathroom. "It's not gonna help," she tells you with what it's supposed to be a mindless shrug, but—there it is.
The sadness underneath the addiction.
You take a deep breath and step closer. "Why not?"
Rue shrugs her shoulders, avoiding eye contact at all costs. "'Cause this party fucking sucks."
That was debatable, but she looked to believe it, so. "Why does it suck?"
Rue finally pins you with a look, and you watch her struggle. Feel her feelings, or burn them to the ground?
When her eyes start swimming with water, you let out an exhale, happy that she chose the feelings. "'Cause Jules' not talking to me."
Oh, young love.
"Fine." She was not gonna get what she wants from this party, and she's the one reason you're here. "Why don't we leave, then?"
"What?! No! It doesn't suck that bad," Rue defends.
She's not ready to leave yet, but it'll be soon. She probably wants to martyr herself, staring at her girlfriend dancing with people and not her, and fine, you can sympathize with that. "Okay. I'll be with Fezco outside, then. When you decide this party does suck, find us and we'll go, okay?"
Rue stares at you. She licks her lips, looking right into your eyes in search of something, and whatever it is, she must find it. "Okay. Okay, yeah. I'll look for you." She turns to Elliot, who's been leaning on the corridor wall in silence since you told him off. "Let's goooo Elli, bro."
Ugh. From the look on his face at her 'bro', this bro of hers wants something more than her company and her fellow addict nose to keep him from being lonely while he uses it.
Trying to convince yourself that is not your problem, you go back outside in search of Fezco.
Catching Rue walking her death row made you almost sober, or at least, your mind feels that way.
When you get outside, though, Fezco's not there.
The absence of his presence makes you wonder if you left for too long, or if he had something better to do. The next problem is that with no Fezco, you're back to square zero.
Liquor.
You're gonna need alcohol if Rue is off being a masochist and the only other person you knew at the party is gone.
The silver lining comes when after downing a glass of surprisingly good scotch, the music gets good. Losing yourself to the beat and the sea of bodies is easier than thinking. Easier than letting your mind wander, or focusing on the interactions you shared with him that night.
Throwing your head back and closing your eyes to feel the drums in the song instead of the emptiness inside you or the need for something more is one of the many coping mechanisms you found while living in New York.
It's also what keeps you busy until you feel someone trying to get your attention.
It's Elliott. He looks no better or good than when you left him and Rue a while ago, which means they stuck to your advice and found something other than lines to do.
He gestures to the outside and, catching his message, you realize with a sad pang in your chest that it's time to go.
"Where's Rue?" You ask.
"Talking to him." Elliott points to one of the empty corridors, and right in the end, you see them.
Rue and Fezco, talking to one another. Before you can stop yourself, you're taking steps in their direction, but you never get close enough to interrupt the conversation.
Eventually, she notices you standing there and waves a hand at you. She says something else to Fezco, then walks to you.
"Can we light one up before we go?" She asks you as soon as she's in front of you. Rue looks worse.
Fuck.
She did something without Elliot. That stupid, one-brain-celled, fake blond asshole.
"'Course, babes."
Rue nods with a happy smile that looks sad to you, then leaves.
Across the corridor, Fezco is looking at you. Staring, and you're pinned under his gaze until he walks to you, too.
"You weren't there," you tell him as soon as he's in earshot.
Fezco's eyes widen a little, like he's surprised you noticed. "Yeah. My bad, ma." He looks sad too, and fucking hell, is everyone in this city miserable? "My ex dropped by wanting to talk 'n I didn't wanna talk."
That makes you widen your eyes, but in sympathy.
"Ah—I'm the one who should say 'my bad', then," you shrug.
He smiles at you. "'s fine. I was an idiot—she's Rue's age and…" Fezco rubs both hands over his buzzcut, and you groan out loud at the implications of Fezco and his high-school-year-old ex-girlfriend. "Fuck. I gotta stop puttin' myself in trouble, man."
"If it was that easy, huh?" You ask with a bitter laugh.
Fezco looks down at you, laughing along. "Yeah. If only."
"I gotta go—I'm gonna drive Rue—" where? You have no idea where, but she needs to get out and she was the reason you're here. Not the pretty boy, you remind yourself. "Somewhere?"
"Sounds like you don't know either," Fezco tilts his head. "I can recommend a few places."
"Really?!"
"Yeah, really," Fezco smiles and stretches out his head. "Gimme yo phone."
You take your phone out of your pocket and he types something, slowly. Then after a few clicks, he looks up at you. "You mind if I got your number?"
Your heart does. "I was gonna ask for it, anyway." Bless the scotch and heavens guard your heart, because your sudden boldness pays off.
The smile on Fezco's face opens slowly, different than the other ones he gave you that night. It's like watching the animation of a pair of eyes suddenly becoming a wolf, and inside the house, there's nowhere to escape the blue lights.
The color on your cheeks must be noticeable now that he's this close.
Fezco only looks away from you to type away something else on your phone and when the ping of message arrives in his pocket, your stomach does a cartwheel. "There. Now I got yours, too."
The fact that you want something else, something more from him before leaving seems to hover in the air.
Fezco's fingers brush on yours when he hands your phone back, and you swallow thickly with your eyes on his hands.
They're big hands—the notion makes your brain a little dizzy, painted with images of that hand everywhere. Around your throat, holding onto your chin, on your body—fuck.
You look up, and he's still watching you. "Never thought I'd see you again, lil' ma." The hoarseness on his voice is making you a little delirious and—is that perfume? In the tiny and narrow corridor, with him standing only a foot away from you, you can smell Fezco now. "But I'm glad I did."
Fezco's cologne is a strong, wood scent underneath the smell of pot and frankly, you need to get out of here before it cogs your whole brain and you do something stupid, like kissing his pretty pink lips before you go.
"I'm glad, too." Your voice sounds distant, and Fezco chuckles.
"Take good care of Rue, yeah?" You can visibly see him swallow, and then he takes a step back, taking his good scent and his freckles away from your eye level. "I'll text ya some places you can take her."
That's a door he's opening for you, and you take it before you lose control.
"Thanks, Fez." You bite on your bottom lip, trying to hold in the desire to get at least a hug. "Send Ash a hi from me? I'm—it was really good seeing you. Thanks for making my night a lil' happy."
Fezco finally looks away now, chuckling to himself. He looks embarrassed, and the way he ducks his head laughing makes you feel even more desperate, if that makes any sense. "I ain't gonna let you go if you keep being this nice."
"What?! I'm saying bye!" You laugh.
"Yeah, lookin' all cute and shit." Fezco drags one hand over his buzzcut again, and takes one more deliberate step back. "You made my night happier, too. Now please go before Rue fucks off somewhere 'n I have to pretend to be sad that I gotchu for a few more hours."
Hghgn. You swallow thickly around that, trying in vain to convince yourself that Fezco isn't flirting.
It's harder to do that when he's standing only two feet away, looking like you're in a Red Hood and he might eat you alive if one gave him the chance.
For the first time in years, you feel… pretty.
And sexy.
Blinking at him from under your eyelashes, you send him a smile and a siren look that purposely tells him what your last words can't. "See you around, Fez."
He nods at you, sharp and losing his smile—he's staring with intent, and when he licks his lips, you know you have to go before it's your turn to be embarrassed that he makes you whimper without even touching you.
"See ya, angel."
Oh, fuck.
Rue owes you so many joints and, at the same time, you owe her so much more.
You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk outside, and it takes you pinning Rue under your vision and following her like one follows a saving light for you to not turn around and give him one last hand wave.
If you see Fez one more time this evening, you might get high on the way his eyes look at you alone.
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Dating Corey Cunningham HC's
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Pre Michael:
Calls you by your name for the first couple of months because he’s too shy to call you a pet name - he doesn’t wanna be disrespectful. Like boy bffr, you can call me whatever you want 
Likes to link pinkies when walking - literally touch starved so please hold this boy (But not too fast cause he may have a heart attack)
God forbid you get hurt, man will burst into tears for you but after that, he’s your personal nurse bandaging you up and giving your injury a kiss to make it feel better
Loves loves LOVES forehead and cheek kisses, total sucker for sweet gentle affection
Can and will cook you breakfast and make your lunches. Complete male wife - fusses so much over whether or not you ate that he forgets to take care of himself. “Y/N did you eat today?” “Did you?” “....We’re talking about you right now.”
After a bad day, he comes in and just face-plants into your chest - baby just needs some TLC
Follows you like a puppy dog everywhere, just completely enamored with every little thing you do
CAN NOT hold his alcohol, he is so cute drunk - if you thought he was clingy before, it’s 100x worse better once there’s some drink in him
Speaking of alcohol, it really is liquid courage cause mans starts getting bold - from wallflower to grinding up behind you grabbin up on your hips, but in the morning he’s on the brink of tears apologizing if he made you uncomfortable 
Secretly jealous of anyone, but way too shy to say anything, hands clenched so tight his knuckles turn white - What if you were gonna leave him? He’s about to have a panic attack for real
Thrives off domesticity - just doing chores together makes him pop a chub - really wants to marry tf out of you
Post Michael:
Not only is this man now brave enough to hold your hand in public, but he’s also  wrapping an arm around your shoulder, around your waist, and if sitting, that hand is clasped tight around your thigh - you are his and everyone in that godforsaken town was gonna know it 
PDA PDA PD- ok yeah he’s kissing you in public - now you’re the one who’s shy when he’s grabbin you by the back of the head to pull you into a smooch in the grocery store (and all because some worker in the bakery section looked at you)
Did someone say new nicknames? Cause new nicknames. “Hello, love.” “Baby, can you come here for a sec?” “They bothering you, sweetheart? Want me to take care of them?” “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll keep you safe.” “Mine.” Lord help me 
Ever since he met Michael in the sewers, Corey’s ready at any moment to take out any inconvenience from your life *cough* *cough* especially people - he will kill anyone for you, just say the word, please say the word
He may be different but he’s still that sweet boy underneath the murderous rage. Constantly asks if you still like him and if you’ll stay with him no matter what
Clingy? Nah he’s glued to your hip now, there is no such thing as personal space - set boundaries or this man or he will try to follow you to the bathroom (That’s an exaggeration - he’d just stand outside the door lol)
Takes you on joy rides on his motorcycle and will go faster just so you will hold onto him tighter  
Still crys if you’re hurt but immediately wants to kill the thing that caused your injury - and if it was a person that hurt you, he will find them and it will be a very dragged-out torture. NO ONE hurts his baby
Jealous? Jealous. Shoots daggers at anyone who takes more than 5 minutes of your time, but the second you turn back to him, he softens right back up to your puppy dog - but will now actually complain. “I didn’t like how he was looking at you.” “Corey, he was literally just asking me if I wanted cash or credit.” “So?”
Dishes out sass now “Corey, honey, I don’t want blood in my sheets, go wash up.” “Why don’t you make me?” 
*Maniacal laughter* I'm gonna make a NSFW HC and none of you can stop me!!!
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Wallflower 44 (Ending 2)
Warnings: age gap, creepin’, slow burn, stepdad-adjacent, possible noncon/dubcon, abuse, violence, self-harm, manipulation, panic attack, dissociation, gaslighting, miscarriage.
Character: silverfox!Thor
Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.
Note: let me know if you want a loki ending and I'lldo one if I get a decent response.
<3 Another erratic drabble series. Appreciate any and all feedback. Love you all. And I didn’t expect this chapter to go this way or to be a bit longer than usual.
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You stare at the bottle of the pills. 'Take these until they're all done, until it passes.' When the doctor told you what was happening to you, you didn't belive him.
It couldn't be. It. A baby. Was anyhow. Now, a miscarriage. There's no way you could be pregnant. Or could have been.
You stand in the sterile hallways. The bustle of the hospital rushes around you. The doctors and nurses are onto their next patients. You're forgotten, just like you always were.
A shiver runs through you as your mind echoes the soft noise of water, the ripples rolling from the plunge of his hand, his fingers between your legs, the sensation bubbling in you. What he told you never happened. What you never knew he did.
You take a breath and hide the pills you have to go. You want it to end. You want to leave this place and act like you were never here.
You follow the signs to the waiting room and find Thrud in a chair, elbow on the armrest, head tilted against it. As you approach she looks up and yawns. She gives a gentle smile.
"You're okay?" She stands. 
You nod. She stares at you. Expectant. Waiting for you to say more.
"So?" She prompts.
"We can go."
Her face falls, "that it? You're not going to tell what's wrong?"
"Anemic," you lie, "it's why I'm bleeding so heavy. Said I have to take pills are whatever."
"Oh. Okay, my mom had that after she got her IUD out," she says, reaching to gently touch your shoulder, "I'm glad it wasn't anything serious."
"Me too," you force a smile, "I just wanna get home and sleep."
"Yeah, mood," she sighs and jingles her keys, "we'll take it easy tomorrow."
"Sounds good to me," you walk with her towards the doors.
You can't tell her the truth. It doesn't matter. Even if she believed you, even if you could prove any of it. It's not a big deal. Besides, you should tell him first. The father. Her father.
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Thrud falls asleep first. You knew she would. You're wide awake despite the frailness in your bones, the draining suck on your energy as you feel the life bleeding from you. You wait until she's snoring to move, slowly, watching her closely.
You get out of the bed and cross the room on your toes. You go into the bathroom and take out the bottle of pills from behind the toilet where you hid them. You put them back in your pocket and sidle you.
You slip on your sandals and creep through the shadows. You let yourself out the front door, shutting it carefully behind you. It's eerily dark as you descend the steps to even ground.
You watch the moon, finding your way to the villa not far from Thrud's. Your stomach churns as you look at the dark windows. You're not their for a fight, you have none left. You're there for the truth. For an end.
Your mother was always right. You're nothing more than a burden, but Thor was the only person to ever make you feel like you weren't. 
You climb onto the porch and knock. You wait out there, alone, a breeze swirling around you. You raise your hand to knock again but the door opens, just a crack as an umbrous figure looks out at you.
"Kitten," Thor's voice grits in his throat as he flicks on the indoor light, illuminating his large figure as he lets the door open further, "what are you–"
You hold up a finger against your lips. His brow furrows and he snaps his mouth shut. His confusion is obvious as he watches you speechlessly.
He nods and steps back, waving you inside. You trake the wordless invitation and enter. He shuts the door and trails you. 
You glance around. Theres is no good place to do this. There is no good way to say it.
You face him and take a breath.
"I just got back from the hospital," you state flatly.
"The hosp–"
You show your palm, begging. You need him to let you speak. He quiets and bows his head, eyes boring into you.
You pick your lip, searching for an explanation. You don't want to go over it all again; the bleeding, the pain, the fear, the exam, the doctor.
"I lost our baby," the words tumble out and stiff silence rises between you.
"That– that isn't–"
"I'm not mad."
"Kitten, I didn't."
"Thor," you say crisply, "I said I'm not mad. I'll only be mad if you keep lying to me."
He presses his lips together. His throat constricts. A tinge of red touches his cheeks. He drops his head and pushes back his silver hair from his face.
He comes close and offers his hand. You take it and let him guide you through the archway to the sitting room. He leads you to the couch and lowers you with him.
"I… it is only because I love you," he says, "I never meant to hurt you–"
Your throat locks up so tight and your eyes sting. You put your other hand over his knuckles and squeeze. You suck in a breath sharply. 
You can't go back to your mother and you never could be on your own. 
"If…" you begin. "If I hadn't lost it…" you choke, grip tightening on his hand as you tremble, "would you have taken care of it? The baby?"
"Of course, kitten, of course," he chants as he lifts his head, "I would. I would. I only ever wanted to take care of you. It's all I've ever done."
You meet his gaze. His eyes are blue and misty. You're not really sad about the baby but he is. You see the pain in him. You feel it.
"Promise?"
"I swear," he quavers.
"Okay."
"Okay?" His eyes are wide and afraid.  
He's scared of losing you. Someone like him, someone so big, so strong, is scared. Because of you. He wants you. No one's ever wanted you.
"Next time," your voice rises thin and quaky, "I want to be awake. I want to… feel you. I want to feel your love."
He brings his hand to your chin, "I should've never…"
"You never asked," you whisper.
He quiets. He dips his chin and slides his hand around your neck and pulls you into his embrace. He nestles you against his chest. You grab onto his shirt, clinging tight, and let the world roll over you.
You sob as his other hand untangles from yours. He rubs your back as your tears spill out. Tears you can't hold back or claim. Tears of anger, grief, fear, helplessness. Tears of surrender.
"You're okay, kitten," he coos, "we will know next time. We will be better, won't we?"
You clasp onto him. Next time? If that's what he wants. If that's what you have to do. You'll be whatever he wants you be, as long as he wants you.
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in-a-mountain-pool · 10 months
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Supermassive Black Hole Ch2
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Ettore x Reader
pronouns: She/her (afab)
rating: Explicit/18+
warnings: NSFW/minors DNI, masturbation, Jealous!Ettore, minor drug use (blink and you miss it).
word count: 2865
summary: After Y/N catches his eye, Ettore spends all of his time thinking about her. Things between her and Monte were heating up, and he could only hope he was there when the situation finally boiled over. So when he finally hears them fighting yet again in the corridor he can hardly believe his luck...
A/N: Apologies for the delay on this one! Life and my thesis caught up with me and I’ve hardly had any time to sleep let alone write! I promise you, the smut is coming just hang on... it will be worth it I swear ;) . Beautiful space theme borders by saradika​. Comments, likes and reblogs aren’t needed, but always lovely to come online to!
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At first, he’d barely noticed Y/N at all on the ship but now it was like she was everywhere he turned. After weeks of boredom, she had provided a source of intrigue and lust that he hadn’t felt since before he was sentenced.
His guidance councillor had warned him when he’d first arrived there that he had obsessive tendencies, and that was partly what had gotten him stuck there in the first place. But she wasn’t just an obsession. She was his teenage dream. And he’d be damned if he didn’t enjoy her.
Just the thought of those big green of hers on that mousey little face had him transfixed. To any passer-by, she was this sweet innocent girl trying to stay out of trouble, and atoning for whatever terrible crime she must have committed, but he felt like he knew her. 
The real her.
He knew what she really wanted.
He’d seen it in the heated way she gazed up at Monte, the way her delicate hands had searched higher and higher up his thigh, so so eager to please him.
He’d seen it every night in his mind in the box as he stroked himself to release to the mere thought of her.
What she wanted was passion… and there was no way in hell she was going to get it with Monte.
Once he’d caught her walking about on the ship a couple of times it hadn’t been hard to learn her schedule and stalk her. After all he’d had plenty of practice during his time on Earth. He had to give it to her though, she’d been very good at blending into the background for him to have missed her beauty this long.
Every morning she’d catch his eye during their daily exercise. It was the same routine, 5 days a week, and it was only recently he’d started to look forward to it. They’d start by jogging from one side of the corridor to the other, back and forth, over and over until he could hardly breath, but now it was mostly because of her.
After a few laps would pass, he’d stare at the sweat beading on her forehead, watching it drip slowly down her neck and into her bouncing cleavage. Her breasts weren’t huge, and certainly not the biggest he’d had, but they were firm and petite, almost like they were made for his hands to cup and squeeze at.
She’d even caught him staring once or twice, licking his lips and imaging just how pink and rosy her tits would be as he sucked and pulled at them with his teeth. He couldn’t help but wonder, would she like that? Had Monte ever worshipped her the way she deserved?
His favourite part was when they’d do squats and burpees. The practiced way she would sink down toward the floor and stick her perfect round ass out and into the air made his chest tight and his ears flush red.
Sometimes he’d even feel bad leering at her, when she gave off such a sweet and endearing persona… but then, the only real crime going on here was that no one was appreciating such a gorgeous girl who so clearly wanted attention.
In the daytime, her interactions with others were few which made it all the more easy for him to watch her. Considering her beauty, the one thing that baffled him was that she was a bit of a wallflower at times. People seemed to like her enough of course, why wouldn’t they? But she was the kind of girl who sat at the edge of the lunchroom reading or just daydreaming.
About what exactly, well he had a few naughty ideas…
But over the last couple of days in particular she’d been sulking with a faraway look in her eyes, just watching life pass her by. She didn’t even really have friendships; it was like she chose to fade in the background. 
That was of course until Monte was around.
For whatever reason, Y/N was always following Monte around like a lost puppy. God, he hated how they’d eat together, how Monte would make excuses to hang around with her for a moment longer than necessary.
What was worse was how he’d catch Y/N quietly gearing herself up, brushing her hair all pretty and neat to ‘spontaneously’ pass by Monte’s cell for chats, or to drop off extra dessert she’d managed to score from the prison canteen.
She was smitten.
Yet despite all of her efforts, the scene was usually the same. Y/N would reach out to touch Monte, lean into him suggestively, or even one time for a kiss… and then he’d brush her off. Any attempt to touch him beyond occasionally holding hands was seemingly out of the question.
Why was he fucking negging her all of the time? Being such a fucking cockblock? Why was he wasting such a perfect opportunity with such a perfect girl?
As the days passed by Monte was getting more and more agitated, and Y/N, well… she was getting more and more frustrated. Ettore had started timing his visits to the box to ‘bump’ into her and had seen her no less than six times in the last four days. Things were getting hotter and hotter, and he only hoped he was there when the situation finally boiled over.
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One day after his prison duties were over, he’d found himself slumped over in a chair in the rec room, eating a very sad bowl of pasta with a so-called meat sauce.
Jesus fucking Christ prison food was torture.
… And that’s when he heard them, raised voices in the corridor swiftly getting closer and closer until he could finally make out the shape of her back from their position in front of the doorway.
Ettore watched as she walked by with Monte. She looked... cute. He smiles to himself, and watches quietly from afar. "This'll be fun..." he thinks.
“- Just what are you playing at!? Walking around like that?”
Walking around like what, exactly? Ettore thinks to himself smirking and craning his neck to get a better look. Just what had she gone and done now?
“People are going to talk, and you know-” Monte paused for a moment, raising his neck and looking around before lowering his voice.
“You know I can’t. We can’t. And- walking around like some sort of exhibitionist isn’t going to change anything.”
Before she has a minute to reply, he looks around sketchily again before he pulls her into an empty store cupboard and quietly shuts the door behind them.
After a few minutes of silence, Ettore starts to consider ways of teasing her on her way out, stabbing at his pasta chuckling to himself. It'd be best if it's something subtle, something that she can't quite put her finger on. A little jab here. A few suggestive comments there. 
She wasn’t going to tell him anything, he just needed to get her angry so she’d let it slip, without making it too obvious.
And then with a sudden slam of the store cupboard door, Monte was storming off yet again, leaving her stood alone and dejected. Ettore was so busy staring at the delicate and slim arch of her back that he was genuinely shocked when she turned around and made direct eye contact with him from the corridor.
Oh. That was why he was pissed…
He could barely contain his wolfish grin and the blush that covered his cheeks as he takes in her appearance. There she was, stood wearing a large oversized white shirt on her back. And one thing was for sure... she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The outline of her pert breasts was clear for everyone to see, and in the harsh blue lighting of the ship you could just make out her erect rose coloured nipples underneath the thin white fabric.
Thank fucking god for air conditioning.
What was even better, was that it had Monte’s name and prison ID printed on the front.
You cheeky thing, he thinks to himself, chuckling quietly.
As she walks up to Ettore, he doesn’t even try to pretend he isn’t staring, his eyebrow raised with a grin to rival the Cheshire cat plastered on his smug face. She stands in front of his chair, arms crossed with a stern look on her face.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say something clever?”
“See, here I thought you wanted me to mind my own business.” He sniped, continuing to eat his meal, and deciding to play dumb, “What about this prison food eh? This pasta’s a fucking insult to my heritage innit?” he giggled, openly staring at her chest and raising his eyebrow playfully before she cut him off.
“Fuck- Look, whatever you think you heard, forget about it.” She whispered, eyes wide and oh so serious as always.
“I didn’t need to hear anything, sweetheart. It’s written all over you face, and well… written all over your body.” He gently puts down his meal and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers together, staring her down with a sly grin before continuing.
“Nice shirt. Though, if that's your idea of being sexy, you're just embarrassing yourself. If you really want to seduce him or make him jealous...” he smirks at the girl, “I'm sure I could give you some pointers.”
Her eyes flash and a fire seems to erupt within her as she finally snaps, all flustered and pink. “I’m not trying to make him jealous! I’m just- I’m just wearing his shirt for, fucks sake. My boyfriend’s. Any other man would be happy.”
Ettore's eyes light up. “Oh please,” he says, laughing and shaking his head at her feeble attempt to get her Monte's attention.
“You need to have a little self-respect. If you need to steal his clothes just to get his attention... well, that just means he owns you.”
He leans even closer to her face, “But you don't need any clothes to get my attention. You could wear a potato sack, and you'd still look gorgeous.” He gives her a crooked smile, looking her up and down suggestively. “Or... well, you'd look better without it.”
Y/N huffs and narrows her eyes at him cynically before starting to turn away.
Shit… if he wanted to play his cards right, he needed to play the part of the understanding friend. Be a shoulder for her to cry on.
Whatever he did, he needed to get her to trust him and to like him. And quick.
“Wait- look. You’re right, it is none of my business. But for all your effort, he’s not really giving you any worthwhile attention, is he?” 
He gestures to the chair next to him and takes out an electric vape, taking a drag from it and offering her a hit. “In all seriousness though, are you alright?”
She seems to be in conflict with her own emotions before she eventually sinks into the worn armchair next to him and takes the vape, inhaling deeply then exhaling with a deep sigh as she lays her head back onto the headrest.
“Our little secret, eh?” Ettore laughs and hides the vape back inside his jacket and leaning back to gaze at her and getting comfortable, “So, what’s the deal with Prince Charming, then? Why’s he got such a stick up his arse?”
Y/N sighs and rubs her eyes harshly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Monte- He’s erm… not really sure he wants anything more than a friendship. Won’t touch me, or let me anywhere near him in case Dr Dibs finds out.”
“He’s right and all. We shouldn’t be doing anything, and if we get caught well…”, she continues, rushing her words out like she was embarrassed to even be voicing them out loud, “But… But he doesn’t have to be such a dick about it, does he? He gave me his shirt. That has to count for something right?”
All Ettore could do was raise his eyebrows and sigh, shaking his head is disbelief. Monte had her exactly where he wanted her. Chasing after him and always doubting whether or not he wanted her or not. Typical negging.
Ettore chuckled and gave her an incredulous look, gesturing over to the men’s cell block, “You need to your sights a little higher. I’m sure you can do better than… uh… what’s his name over there.”
She rolls her eyes at his childish dig before looking down to fiddle with a loose thread on Monte’s shirt, speaking in that sweet delicate tone of hers.
“He’s kind to me though. He cares about me. He’s not like the other guys here…”, she looks up at him abruptly and smiles awkwardly in apology.
It was hard for Ettore to ignore that niggling jealousy in his stomach at her comparison of them, but he lets her continue with a tight smile on his face.
“He’s sensitive, has manners and… he’s a good person. He respects me.” She replied quietly, her voice soft and gentle, rasping a little from the vape earlier.
God she was such a cute little thing.
Ettore chuckles. “Manners? Is that some new slang for 'unwilling to tell you how he really feels', or 'doesn't have the guts to say what's on his mind'?” He asks mockingly. “Respect... what a load of crap.”
“You like to be respected, don't you?” Ettore continues, slowly leaning forward a little closer to her. “But does he respect what a beautiful girl like you needs?” 
He winks at her, but then his voice takes a softer tone, his eyes taking in her crestfallen face. “Sure, he 'cares' about you... but what do you care about, huh? What do you get out of this relationship?” he asks, tilting his head at her.
Y/N falters a little and falls silent, biting her lip slightly and staring at a dirty smudge on the wall as she ponders their relationship, “I’m- well… I want to be with him. He’s my friend first and foremost.”
She struggles with her next words, still tugging on that loose thread on Monte’s shirt that had startled to unravel, just like she had in front of Ettore.
“I do want intimacy… But I can’t expect him to want me if he doesn’t. Maybe he’ll come around eventually.” Her sweet voice softens and the sad look on her face tells it all, “He’s just trying to keep me safe and do the right thing. Monte is a better person than me in that way. Trust me, he’s a good guy.”
She didn’t think she was good enough for him. And he’d convinced her so.
“Oh c’mon," Ettore spits out. “I’m sorry, but from where I’m standing, you're nothing to him. You're a trophy, an object that he parades around to boost his fragile little ego. If he actually cared about you, he'd show it. He'd do something.”
“Tell me then... has this 'good guy' ever actually kissed you?” he asks, his face split in a smug grin as he reclines in the armchair watching her reaction, “because I bet, he's too scared to even hold your hand.”
Her fingers stop fiddling with the now frayed edge of the t-shirt. With a deep sigh she looks up and narrows her eyes at him again derisively. “I don’t have to justify myself to you, but yes, we have kissed.”
Ettore smirks. “Oh... you have, have you?” he asks, clearly amused. “You sure it wasn't just a friendly peck? You know, something you'd give your cousin? Because those don't count.”
When her face drops again, its difficult for him to push the remorse at the back of his mind at his teasing of her. He knew he was being an arsehole right now, but she needed to see the forest for the trees… Monte was a waste of time, and she’d never get anywhere with him.
Not like she could with me, he thinks to himself.
Her silence speaks volumes in the quiet rec room.
Ettore chuckles. “So, I was right?” He speaks. “I can see it in your face. You're upset that I've pointed out the truth, the thing that's staring you right in the face. Because if he had, you wouldn't be sat here right now, chatting it away with me, would you?” he asks, his finger pointing outside the room at the now empty store cupboard, “You'd be in there with your boyfriend.”
Finally having enough of his advice she stands up abruptly to leave, sighing and nervously picking at her finger. “You don’t know him like I do, and you don’t know me. But- well... thanks for the hit. Just, please keep all of this between us, okay?”
The soft way she looks down at him, with those big doe eyes of hers is enough to make his heart melt. Oh don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Y/N. I’ll keep it secret, and I’ll take such very good care of you. 
Ettore laughs and shakes his head. "Oh, you're adorable. Anytime, Y/N." he says. "But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I'll let you keep the fantasy."
He leans back in the chair with a sly smile on his face, and before she can leave the room he calls over to her, "Just remember," he mock-whispers, “If you wore my shirt to work, and I had you all alone in a store cupboard, I wouldn’t leave you wanting, love.”
Ettore's gaze travels down to her chest in the oversized shirt, and back up to her face. When he smiles, his teeth are sharp and pointed like a wolf, “And Y/N, if Monte's kind, then trust me, I'm a saint.”
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zimthandmade · 4 months
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Hello!,I'm a huge fan of your art about death note and HCs are incredible, seriously, well, I just wanted to make a request and a question
I wanted to ask how you imagine the first phase of successors to L?,Beyond and A, like, I always think about conversations between the two because I imagine them being friends at the orphanage, I wanted to ask your opinion about what it was like in the past(and if you could draw some pictures about lol...👉👈🥺)
Okay, I’ve been thinking. Before we get to friendly interactions, let’s dive a bit into some general headcanons about what I think went down between A and B, so we're on the same page.
Beware, trigger warning: suicidal thoughts, murder/assisted suicide. It gets dark.
If you're struggling with mental health, please reach out to someone. Talking helps.
Auro (A) is sort of a shy wallflower type character. A people pleaser, generally well liked, empathetic, caring, deescalating, quiet and is basically the complete opposite of Beyond. When Auro first comes to Wammy’s, he catches Beyonds attention because his lifespan looks different (maybe because it’s significantly shorter than the others) and he purposefully tries to befriend Auro because he wants to see how he will meet his end. And it's so weird to see this punky fuck-the-system-dude trying to hang out with the wallflower and nobody understands why Beyond would do that and neither does Auro but he doesn’t have the balls to tell Beyond to go fuck off. Of course, they learn to appreciate the other over time, become friends and all that; maybe I’ll get into detail some other time. I can see them sitting on the roof of the dorm house together late at night talking about philosophical questions, the meaning of life and the such, having vastly different views on stuff but treating each other with mutual respect. Auro starts sharing personal issues with Beyond. He is incredbily lonely despite having many surface level friendships and being generally liked. He probably feels like the whole world is resting on his shoulders because of his "intellectual gifts" with people constantly pressuring him into doing things he isn't really into. He just wants to be happy and give a crap about everyones opinions but he can't get out of his own head. It's wearing him down so heavily he sometimes wishes he would not wake up in the morning, just to not be held accountable for ditching his "responsibility" to function. And it starts to dawn on Beyond how Auros life will end. Beyond is putting all of his time end efford into figuring out how to calculate the lifespans he’s seeing to pinpoint Auros death day. He monitors Auro, sees his deteriorating mental health, following him everywhere he goes to the point where it feels a bit like he’s Auros personal shinigami. To see if there is any way to temper with the lifespan he sees above Auros head, Beyond tries to get Auro actual help but nothing he does ever changes the lifespan. He starts to accept the inevitability of Auros death. Auro notices Beyond getting more and more grim and looking unsettled as the days pass. He seems to be staring right through him. Beyond actually figures out the lifespan code before the day comes and I can see him confronting Auro about his suspicion and Auro confirms he has suicidal thoughts. Instead of talking Auro out of it, he offers to help him go through with whatever he’s planned. “I will be there when you do it, whether you let me help you or not.” Auro is coming back on the day to take Beyonds offer.
Not quite sure what exactly Beyond does to help besides carrying out the actual killing - I’m thinking he stole sedatives or something to make his death as painless as possible. Beyond slits Auros throat and lets him bleed out quietly. He’s sitting there in the room with him for what could be hours and his mind is racing. “Was I the cause for his lifespan to be this short? Would he have died without me? Was this just blatant murder? …?” And the realisation sinks in that this is what happens when a persons lifespan ends. People die. Auro died. He will not wake up. A kid going to the bathroom at night stepped in a pool of blood that was starting to seep out from under the door to Auros room and alerted the staff. When the adults entered the room, they were met with this scene.
Beyond is filled with pure hatred and he blames everyone for the death of his friend. L, Wammy’s, society, the human race, you get the picture. Ambulance and police arrives, the whole school is up that night. Beyond doesn’t say a single word and they’re both taken to a hospital. This whole incident killed the last bit of sanity in Beyond and after what feels like another few hours waiting in the hospital, he just gets up and leaves, never to return to Wammy’s.
From M2s (they are both 12 y/o at the time) perspective: Matt is still up playing video games when he sees blue lights dancing on the walls. Confused, he gets up, looks out the window and sees an ambulance, police cars and a ton of people standing in the yard and immediately shakes Mello awake “Mello, Mello, wake up, mate!” “Ugh jebem ti, can you not let me sleep FOR ONCE, MATT-” “SOMETHING HAPPENED, MEL, LOOK” Matts draws back the curtains, Mello squints at the bright lights and shoots up, suddenly wide awake. Shortly after, they hear movement in the hallways and a supervisor comes to check on them telling them to stay in their room. Mello hard presses the supervisor for information (think of it ike he does with Roger when L died: grabbing them by the collar, shaking them), but they just leave him hanging with a vague “there was a medial emergency with two students”.
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itzalizeyyy · 9 months
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hii I go by Alizey when online ! (ali - zey) but you can always just call me Ali or Zey for short !
A little late but here a little introduction about myself ! lets get into it ‼️
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About me:
• 14 🎈
• Freshmen 🥳
• Scorpio ♏️
• Lgbt 🏳️‍🌈
• She/her ✌🏼
• Love anime ! Anime I have watched are promised neverland, erased, haikyuu, one punch man, death note, etc.
• Love style / fashion . I absolutely love doc martens, flannels, varsity jackets, Jordans, cargo pants, etc.
• books are life. I have read: The Hate U Give, Concrete Rose, They both die at the end, The First to Die at the End, It ends with us, It starts with us, The perks of being a Wallflower, The outsiders, etc.
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Things I know:
* Law of assumption
* Non-dualism (recently learned)
* Reality shifting
* Void state
* 3d / 4d concept
* Any tips / advice in general
Really, you can ask me anything, and I wouldn’t have a problem answering or giving you any advice. But if it something I am not educated on, I definitely let you know.
My main thing I am following now is non-dualism. That will be my main topic on my page. However, I still respect other concepts and don’t mind helping / guiding you with them !
ASKS I WILL NOT ANSWER:
It has come to my attention there are quite some asks I will not answer for the reason that the ask is too repetitive and have been answered countless of times and have many blogs about it already.
“Why can’t I see my desires?”
“How can I manifest?”
Basically anything else that traces back to the physical/manifestation. This is about non-dualism since it has nothing to do with manifestations in the first place. If it is about manifesting topics, then i understand.
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Backstory / journey:
Its a rollercoaster. My journey of realizing all of these interesting topics took place in a span of two years.
I learned about reality shifting first in late may / early june in 2021. I learned about it through tiktok which was very full of misinfo. I legit thought that I had to drink gallons of water in order to shift 💀 I know now that not true but at least I was hydrated 🤷‍♂️
I quickly left shift tok and went on other platforms which were Amino and Reddit. I created a lot of posts about reality shifting, scripting, affirming, Motivation, void state, and really anything on both platforms. I was on Amino for a year and 196 days. I am not sure how long I was on Reddit, most likely about a year.
In the beginning, I overwhelmed myself a lot with shifting. I did a lot of unnecessary methods in short periods, put symptoms on a pedestal, had a hopeless / negative state of mind, and it just became an obsession.
That all changed when I learned about an amazing creator that went by the name Vanilla on Amino.
She shifted and enter the void over hundreds of times for years. And she made many posts about the sub-consciousness, void, awareness, etc.
She was the first person that introduced me to the 3d / 4d concept and how natural awareness is. And now looking back she did help me and many others, but I made the mistake of idolizing a blogger / teacher.
I had this mentality where nothing she said was wrong. That was not true. She preached about something called a “ time gap” between the 3d and 4d. Meaning the gap between what you have (3d) and what you want (4d).
I understand that whatever concept, or mindset you want to follow is completely fine and individual. But my mistake was only putting her teachings and beliefs on a pedestal and I ended up limiting myself.
I am no longer on Amino or Reddit. Shifting Reddit was pretty toxic in my experience. I never had problems with amino in terms of toxicness. It's a wonderful community and I learned a lot of good things there. But I sort of became burnt out of all the posting on amino so I left to better help myself and my mental health. And now I am here on Tumblr and it is a great community from what I can see.
I knew about the law of assumption and Neville Goddard for about a year, I posted about it, but never fully committed to it until recently. But now I discovered non-dualism, and I just felt like that resonated with me more.
And that is basically my chaotic journey. I never really felt skeptical or felt like any of these topics or concepts were far-fetched. I mean even before my reality-shifting journey I knew about astral projection and lucid dreaming, and I just always had this feeling that there has to be more than just being human. This just can’t be all there is..yk? It just felt so limited. And when I learned about these topics, well I wasn’t really surprised.
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Advice
My biggest advice is to follow what resonates with you the most, and maybe that could even mean not following anything at all if that is what benefits you. I would also say to embrace the journey, to embrace self-discovery, because once you are living the life of your dreams, you may still look back to your journey, and cherish those memories and perseverance that you showed and all of the change of perspectives that you had. I get that it is hard to be grateful for anything here if you have unfavorable circumstances, bad experiences, unhappiness, etc. but I feel like there only exception to be grateful for, is you, awareness. Be grateful for your own nature, power, potential, abilities, etc. Don’t just give credit to bloggers for helping you, but also give credit to yourself for being able to take in the knowledge, to be open-minded, to let people influence your thinking in a good way, and to let that open opportunities for you.
Regardless if you are a reality shifter, astral projector, lucid dreamer, law of assumption lover, non-dualism learners, or whatever it may be…we all have one thing in common and that is that we all awarenesses, and these concepts are helping us realize our most natural and true selves.
That is all I gotta say. a few non-dualism posts will be coming up soon ! as always take care <3
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ritzy-biscuit · 2 years
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“Whatever you give life, you will get back.
Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus fly trap?”
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belovedblossoms · 2 years
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                         They'll SHAME you, BLAME you, pretend to even HATE you                                  Take away your rights, pacify you with their LIES                              Whatever you GIVE life, you are gonna get back                      Why be a wallflower when you can be a VENUS FLY TRAP?
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stancy-simp · 2 years
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An underrated aspect of the Stancy dynamic is how it deals with Nancy’s desire to rebel against whatever is expected of her.
At face value within the story this is mostly shown by her outright refusal to end up as a stereotypical housewife in a loveless marriage with no personal ambitions to drive her, like her mother did.
But from a more meta perspective, this could also mean something to us. Because we, the audience, have our own expectations which we project onto Nancy. And these expectations were mostly born of tropes and cliches from certain media properties made popular during the 80’s.
The typical coming of age high school romantic comedy—you know how it goes. The plucky young female protagonist dumps her meathead boyfriend and ends up with the sweet, soft-spoken social reject.
A Stancy endgame would be a middle finger to both of these traps that female protagonists often find themselves in.
Steve would never make Nancy fill the role of a meek little subservient housewife, no matter how many psychos online try to force that narrative. Like many others have said, he would probably fill the role of the stay at home mom lol
And it would artfully subvert the expectation that just because a male character is from a lower middle-class family and is shy, sweet and creative that it’s a forgone conclusion that he will end up ‘getting the girl’ in the end
Nancy Wheeler shouldn’t give a shit what anybody wants her to do, in her world or in ours.
People in the Stranger Things universe want her to watch the kids all day and have a hot meal ready for her husband when he comes home from the office? Because that’s what the girl is supposed to do? She’d tell them to fuck off.
Real life people on social media don’t want her to hook back up with her lunkhead jock first love? Because they think it’s sweeter of her to stay with her broody, artistic wallflower boyfriend? Because that’s what the girl is supposed to do? She’d tell them to fuck off too because it’s none of their business. Hell, she’d probably tell me to fuck off too lmao
Regardless of what you or I think, the only person who can decide who Nancy Wheeler loves is the character of Nancy Wheeler. But claiming that Stancy in particular ‘doesn’t make sense’ is stupid. Romantic feelings often operate outside of ‘what makes sense.’ Relationships aren’t coldly calculated programs that are optimized for convenience. We’re people with feelings, not computers.
I don’t think they even realize it but I’ve seen a lot of post-season 4 hardcore Jancy defenders on other sites keep saying that Jonathan is more relatable than Steve, and that is their primary reasoning for preferring a Jancy endgame.
No disrespect, but I think a lot of people have some heavy attachment to Jancy because they see themselves in Jonathan, and maybe they’ve had a Steve in their own life that threw a wrench in their plans…And they just wish everything could be like in the movies where the dweeb ‘wins.’
And I’m not saying that all Jancy fans are like that — it’s not even most of them — but there is a sizeable group of people who do appear to feel that way. And I don’t think the story should be compromised to appease them.
Sometimes a more realistic approach is the best one, and do you know what’s realistic at this point in the show’s canon? Nancy and Jonathan are shown to he growing apart, and Nancy and Steve are shown to be growing closer — possibly closer than they ever have been, even back when they were dating. They’ve evolved to the point where they’re practically different people, and those people are very much into each other.
People are all “Stancy doesn’t make sense! Nancy would never leave Jonathan for Steve, that doesn’t make sense!”
Why not? Because you say so? Because you have an English major and know the way stories are supposed to go? If she ends up loving Steve more than she loves Jonathan and Steve loves her back, then that is literally all that is required for them to want to try to make it work, and all signs are pointing towards that being the case.
“They’ve been building Jancy up since season 1! It’d be stupid to change course now!”
Why? Because that’s the way stories are supposed to work? Because she’s been dating Jonathan for a couple years and now it’s unthinkable that two teenagers could split up at the ripe old age of fucking seventeen? Talk about sunk cost fallacy. Remember that thing I said about Nancy not wanting to end up stuck in a relationship with someone she doesn’t love?
Folks act as if writers subverting expectations comes across as cheap or disappointing. I think in this particular instance it would be refreshing and satisfying. In a show that is essentially a love letter to the eighties I think Nancy going her own way to oppose popular tropes from that era could be very meaningful.
I hate to break it to some of you, but sometimes the dumb jock turns out to actually be a really great guy. Sometimes people fall out of love. Sometimes the girl of your dreams catches feelings for someone else.
Sometimes love is more complicated than a straight-to-DVD romcom
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speakviolence · 1 year
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whatever you give life, you will get back why be a wallflower when you can be a venus fly trap?
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lazarish · 8 months
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Summer Labyrinth
Whatever you give life, you will get back Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus fly trap?
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mournus · 9 months
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6 (six) 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 .
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Venus Fly Trap - MARINA (I say this all the time BC it's true)
I should be motherfuckin' crazy / Nothing in this world could change me /... / Whatever you give life, you are gonna get back /Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus fly trap? / Don't underestimate me / 'Cause one day you're gonna see you're in a losing battle / Babe, you'll never stop me being me
Nachim
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New World - ATEEZ (When isnt it ATEEZ)
Now I feel, now I see, the new world is in front of me / This era is coming soon / Prepare for a new world /Looking forward to the moment when we come / On a great journey / Open your eyes and dive in / Popping the passion / Change the pages of history / Get up and don't hesitate / Take my hand, come on
Conor
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Blue & Grey - BTS
Where is my angel? / The end of a tiring day / Someone come and save me, please / I just wanna be happier / Melt me, I'm cold / I've reached out my hand countless times / The echo is colorless / this ground feels so heavier / I am singing by myself / I just wanna be happier / Am I being too greedy? / ... / After secretly taking back words floating in the air I now fall asleep at dawn, good night
Kaho
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Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin
I have nothing left to give / I have found the perfect end / You were made to make it hurt / Disappear into the dirt / Carry me to heaven's arms / Light the way and let me go / Love pull me down / Hate lift me up / Just turn around / There's nothing left / Somewhere far beyond this world I feel nothing anymore
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