[ He can't get over what happened in that basement...
Triggers: arguments. Fighting, suggestive mention alluding to SA please be careful! ]
Enjoy!
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The air in Finny’s room was heavy.
Not loud, not violent — just heavy. Like it hadn’t moved in hours.
You sat beside him on the edge of the bed, knees brushing. He hadn’t said a word in nearly fifteen minutes. The lamp flickered softly against the posters on his wall, making the shadows crawl across the ceiling like old ghosts.
You could tell when he was slipping back there — back to that basement.
His eyes went distant, chest tight, breathing uneven.
“Finny?” you whispered. “You’re doing it again.”
He didn’t answer. His hands were shaking slightly, the way they always did when his mind dragged him somewhere he didn’t want to go. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before resting your hand over his.
That’s when he snapped.
“Don’t—!” He yanked his hand away like your touch burned him. “Don’t touch me!”
The sharpness in his voice made your heart lurch. You froze, blinking at him. His face twisted in pain, anger, confusion — all tangled together like barbed wire.
“Finny, I—”
“You think you can just...j-...j-...just-just fix it?!” His voice cracked. “You don’t know what it was LIKE down there! You don’t know what it’s like to hear him breathing in the dark, waiting for you to make one mistake! Waiting for him to...t-touch me! Wondering if today was the day...that...that he..."
Tears pricked at your eyes, but you tried to stay calm. “I know I don’t, Finny. But I’m trying to—”
“Then stop trying!” he yelled. “You can’t save me! You can’t change it! He’s still there…he’s always there!”
You stood there, your chest trembling, words lodged in your throat.
It wasn’t fair. You knew he didn’t mean it not really. But it still hurt to see him like that, to see him look at you like you were part of the nightmare.
Tears finally spilled down your cheeks as you took a step back, voice breaking.
His anger was too much, too familiar...
Finally you broke…
“Finn!” you cried. “I’m not the one you’re angry with! I’m not him! I didn’t do that to you!”
The words cracked in the air between you.
Silence.
He froze. The anger in his eyes flickered then shattered completely. His lips parted, breath trembling as he finally saw you. Not the Grabber, not the basement, not a ghost from his past — just you...
His sweet, caring and loving partner.
Not Him.
You.
“I…” His voice broke, barely above a whisper. “God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
Before he could finish, you stepped forward, gently taking his hands in yours again. This time, he didn’t pull away.
“I know,” you murmured. “You’re not mad at me. You’re just… still trying to breathe through it.”
His eyes shimmered, a tear slipping down his cheek. He leaned forward, forehead pressing against yours as his breath hitched.
“I hate that he’s still in my head,” he whispered. “I hate that he gets to stay there.”
You brushed your thumb along the side of his hand. “Then don’t let him win, Finny. You made it out. You’re here. With me.”
For the first time that night, he exhaled slow, deep, shaky, but real. His grip tightened around your fingers, grounding himself in the warmth of your touch.
“I’m here,” he repeated softly, almost like he was reminding himself. “I’m here.”
You nodded, closing your eyes as he finally leaned against you his weight heavy, trembling, human. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as he needed.
And in that quiet, fragile moment, the past finally loosened its grip... if only just a moment..
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THANKS FOR READING
This is my 3rd fic, trying to understand the Tumblr lay out! So sorry if its ugly looking!!
Psa...
The blackphone has been stuck in my head since the first movie the second movie made me fall in love with finny even more I wanted to reach out and give him a big hug:<
Warnings | Missing person mentions, multiple hints and mentions of death, swear words, states of denial, hints of depression, supernatural activity?
SYNOPSIS | You felt yourself slowly losing your grip on reality as you came to accept the fact that he was gone. You knew it, yet the hope still came back, the hope that maybe he was still out there, waiting for you.
A/N | I was going to wait till I finished writing the entire series, but I would like to post this now to see how it does. If you have any feedback, please please please tell me :D
“Another report?”
Your eyes were tired, you were tired as you noticed her stare at you, remaining silent until she finally decided to speak up.
“Listen, I know you're only doing this hell of a job in order to find your missing boyfriend, but please remember that we have limited people who we're working with and most definitely not enough for you to be solely in charge of his case.” She scolded.
You groaned in frustration, “Are you done criticizing?” you muttered under your breath, flipping through the stacks worth of valuable information.
She blinked, shaking her head shortly after in disappointment as she sighed, earning a glare from you.
“Unfortunately, you're one of our best so please hurry up and do your job right.” she murmured.
Slamming the folders onto the desk while standing up and pulling your chair near her, taking a seat with a fake smile spread wide across your face.
“Well then Ms. Know-it-all, would you please stop bickering and take the time to show me this new case?” You asked, with an obvious sarcasm in your voice.
People often had the tendency to misinterpret you, leading to misunderstandings. Becoming a detective wasn't an choice whenever he went missing many years back, and it bothered you that people commonly misconceived your agony for discourtesy.
You felt guilty. Guilty for becoming a top detective in your facility. Guilty for failing to keep that promise that was made so long ago.
Home felt like a prison; you only ever saw visions of how life was back then when everything was simply normal; had dreams that felt so real, so vivid that they almost fooled you, fooled you into thinking that everything was just a bad nightmare and in reality he was still next to you, holding you tight into the arms of his embrace.
Somehow, you still lived in denial; a slight hope that he was still out there somewhere: alive and well, though you knew the percentage of that was close to little or even none. Truthfully, the more you thought about it the closer you were to quitting that stupid job. It brought you nothing but anguish.
Afterall, it'd been 4 years. There was no chance of ever finding him by now.
Though your consciousness would never leave you alone if you ever quit without any sense of closure.
Before taking a job as a detective, you wished to study something more simplistic and take a different approach in life. Something that would allow you to live comfortably while still having time for him. You'd walk past the door everyday, always coming home to the lively smell of freshly cooked food, or the smell of a clean house.
You'd walk into the kitchen and see him, wrap your arms around his waist and allow yourself to rest on his warmth.
And now even the house seemed to have lost its color; as if it knew that there was no life occupying its residency anymore; it felt as if walking into an empty void of darkness.
The only reason you'd ever move his things was to brush away any dust that had made home on his furniture, besides that you never dared to move anything from where he had left it, not even when you got tired of seeing the same layout everyday. Maybe because it was the only thing you had left of him.
Following your steps and walking over to the door; taking a deep breath before opening it and revealing the other side, walking in as you let your legs guide you.
Dragging yourself, you moved slowly, almost limply over to the vase which was in the corner of his TV stand, carrying the brand new bouquet of red roses and placing them neatly inside, taking a seat on his bed as you forced a smile, already beginning to feel the warmth creep into your throat.
“Happy Anniversary.. Yunho..” you muttered, cheeks burning in vexation.
“It's been 8 years.”
Silence filled the room once more, almost as if you were expecting an answer.
You felt the tears stream down your face.
“My birthday's coming up… I'll be 24..”
Though it was hard, you began accepting the reality you were in, feeling yourself collapse onto his bed as your tears streamed down your cheeks furiously and landed on those blankets that hadn't been slept in for years.
Taking multiple deep breaths and sitting up. “I really wish you had finished your game. I can still recall how excited you were about it…” You muttered as your eyes landed on the game collection he'd been so enthusiastic about.
Sure, what you were doing would be considered stupid to an outsider who had no human decency on how it felt losing someone as special as Yunho; but to you it felt like therapy. Almost like you were speaking to him again.
Sighing, you stood up from his bed and walked towards the TV, wiping off some of the dust which had gathered.
“I hope you don't get upset with me for moving your things to the attic. I doubt it's healthy for me to keep it here, so I'll probably move everything soon, when I get the chance.”
You finally left the room, deciding it would be best to leave everything for the moment and go make yourself something for dinner, just to clear your mind, however, the moon came out from under the trees and soon came your bedtime.
Your room was at the end of the hall, which meant it was a requirement to walk past your missing boyfriend’s empty bedroom. Almost everyday for the last 1,460 days, you walked past that shut door that led into an empty void.
This time however, you felt strangely drawn to the room, and it wasn't until you noticed the soft light that peeked from underneath the door frame that you realized why that might've been.
The thought of an intruder was the first automatic thought that came into your mind, though instead of being fearful, you felt mostly frustrated.
Opening the door, you walked into the room with caution. It was emptied of any life except for the bright TV, which illuminated the room with a screen that had been long forgotten.
It was the game's homepage, the game that Yunho had been so excited about so many years ago. The brown bubble boxes of options dangling on the screen cheerfully; background moving with ease as it navigated through a default map from afar.
Staring and chuckling, you moved towards the remote and clicked on the off settings, which was uneventful as the screen went pitch black. You sprinted towards the door, about to close it behind you until the wall in front of you lit up with a bright light.
Once more, you turned around and saw the TV’s screen, shining optimistically on the game's homepage with the same brown bubble boxes dangling in the middle; this time, the background showed a different setting, which was that of a shop.
Maybe it was a glitch.
Making your way back, you picked up the controller, once more and clicked the off button; although the TV didn't shut off this time, the screen remained the same, unmoving except for the game's homepage animation.
You clicked again and again but nothing.
You walked towards the disk inserter, clicking the glowing button which was to release the disk contraction.
Nothing happened.
Walking back, the screen remained indifferent, mocking if not. And though you certainly weren't in the mood or mindset for it, you felt you mind ignoring what you knew you shouldn't, going into a state of euphoria as you picked up a controller from the stand and clicked the one and only option.
This turned a bit angsty and I might be exposing my own insecurities a little but with this one but hey it’s not like I’ll ever meet anyone on here in real life
Anyway I’ll be posting the Dizzie fic as soon as the poll results come in next week so keep that in mind
Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!
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“Of course I’m a royal! My mum is a queen in her own right!” Apple blinked at Blondie as the girl animatedly looked at the princess.
“Right…. so like what kingdom does she rule?” Blondie felt panic rise inside her as Apple cocked her head to the side, staring at her in wonder.
“Oh you know… the one with the forest and umm the animals.” The silence that passed between them could be cut with a knife from the tension.
Blondie wished for nothing more than the ground to swallow her whole. Who was she fooling? Why would Apple White of all people actually believe that the village her mother ruled over was a kingdom.
It was at times like this that she regretted opening her mouth and saying anything at all. But yet she craved for that validation and attention.
From across the hall Cupid watched in second hand embarrassment as neither girls looked at each other, standing in silence as if waiting for something to happen.
She could hear snippets of their conversation earlier and as she did she sighed heavily. Why couldn’t Blondie she her true value?
Why did it matter if she was a royal or not? It all just a fancy title to Cupid. She couldn’t understand why it brought significance. Maybe she could ask Cleo De Nile when she got back to monster high in a few days.
For now, she had to do something to break that tension.
“Blondie!”
Both girls whipped around as Cupid ran up to them, a bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arm around Blondies shoulders.
“Oh Cupid! Great to see you!” Apple rocked on her heels as she looked around for an escape. Thankfully Cupid provided the just right one as she started to pull Blondie away.
“I hope you won’t mind if I steal Blondie for a sec. I need some… mirrorcast advice.”
“Oh no! Take her she’s all yours!”
Apple gracefully ran off without a second thought leaving the two girls to sigh in relief. “That was painful to watch.”
Blondie groaned into her hands as she started to walk away. “Don’t mention it!” Cupid felt a little sad for the girl but she really had to understand her value.
“Why are you so determined to prove your royalty? It’s just a title.”
Blondie stopped in her tracks as she gave a snappy glare to Cupid. What would she know about her struggles?
“Easy for you to say. Aren’t you a goddess?”
When Cupid didn’t reply Blondie muttered a ‘I knew it’ before she walked of her mood totally not just right. In fact, nothing seemed to be just right!
“Blondie wait! I only meant that your value shouldn’t rely on a title.” That seemed to get her attention enough to listen.
“Blondie… you are beautiful, helpful, supporting, compassionate. You are all that and more without some over glorified title. So why do you think being labeled ‘royal’ is going to change anything?”
Cupid didn’t know it, but the words hit Blondie harder than she expected. All her life she grew up not quite with the rebels and not quite with the royals.
She was always at the edge of things for when they needed her. The royal team need an extra hide and seek player? Ask Blondie. The rebels need a watch out? Ask Blondie.
But when it came to actually being part of the group and being wanted and not needed Blondie found she was stuck in the middle.
And maybe, just maybe if that over glorified title came over her head the royals might actually just let her be in their group without needing her.
Just wanting her to be there.
“Because… maybe I’ll be wanted for once. Maybe I’ll be the first choice, someone’s just right! I won’t be the backup or the replacement.”
Cupid felt her heart stir in a way that only one other person she knew off could make it stir. Dexter. But he wasn’t here, and her heart was beating for the sad girl before her.
Beating in a way that it hadn’t even beaten for Dexter.
She reached over tentatively, grabbing her hands and trapping them between hers as she grazed deeply into her eyes.
“You’re my just right Blondie. My first choice and number one. I want you… and I want to be there for you. I value our relationship more than any title.”
Blondie was at a loss of words. Why was her heart beating like this? Like it was just right. Like this girl in front of her was just right.
“And if royals like Apple can’t see that, then they aren’t worth your time or effort. You shouldn’t suddenly be wanted because of a fancy title, you should be wanted for who you are. Just like I do.”
Warmth flowed through Blondie as she gazed at Cupid with a dumbfounded expression. Was this what it was like to be wanted and not needed?
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Did anyone catch on to the monster high reference?? I like to sprinkle little Easter eggs here and there sometimes
Anyway currently supposed to be studying for my exams that are in a week but instead I’m shopping for my Halloween party outfit for tomorrow
Author's Notes: Hello!! I am here to just post this little drabble I wrote while just listening to music and letting my mood take control of the keyboard. It's been SO LONG! So forgive me if it's not up to par with my late works. (；ω；)
Word count: 824.
Genre: Started out as a Fluff, but now it's an Angst. ( ￣▽￣)
Trigger Warnings: Mild blood, slight gore, hinted kidnapping, I guess.
ON THE RUN - Port Mafia Dazai Osamu
“Hey. Hey, I think I know who you are.”
His voice was easily overtaken by the pitter patter of rain. A steady rainfall coming down just enough to make puddles. Enough to drown out someone's voice from afar. He continued to speak while taking small strides— the last thing he wanted was to frighten you.
You walk aimlessly. Your steps are lazy and lack direction. Something weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn't a good day, you reminded yourself while you stepped deep into a puddle of water harshly. Your shoes are soaked.
“Wait! W-wai—”
He stopped. A sudden wall was in his way of catching up to you.
“How irritating..”
His first instinct was to slowly pull out his gun. That alone would send people screaming and running. But not them. And when he loaded his gun and took his aim with one hand, something stopped him. His blood suddenly turned to ice. His dark brown eyes slightly widened.
“You haven't changed. You said you would leave this place.”
He scowled at the man before him. Someone who he once had called a partner. His friend.
“Shut up. It doesn't concern you whether or not I decided to leave.”
The man smiled painfully. His eyes held sorrow and pity on the man he so often viewed as a damaged child.
“I told you it didn't matter in the end… to be good. Why.. did you go back on your word?”
A warning shot was fired just past his ear. His face hot, cheek stinging in pain from such a small, superficial wound.
“I made my decision. You're in my way. I suggest moving aside.”
“It's not too late.”
He held both arms up with open palms facing Dazai.
There was another gunshot. Just one. Then the only sound that remained was the light drizzle of rain hitting the pavement.
“Bullshit. I was damned before you even met me.”
He pressed on. A heavy weight now on his back as he picked up the pace to catch up once more. There you were. Waiting at a bus stop that was clearly long out of service for the night.
“Finally.. there you are.”
He caught his breath and gave a weak smile before it quickly faded to dismay.
You held onto both crutches tightly through the rain making it troublesome. Your left leg in a boot that was soaked from the rain. Left wrist bandaged and you had two stitches above your left eyebrow.
“..What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
It wasn't out of fear. Not anger. It was a concern. Worried. You noticed blood on him but you knew better than to think he got injured.
“Who—”
“No one.”
He quickly cut you off. It didn't matter how many times you asked anyway. Dazai hardly ever told you who he got involved with let alone who he killed.
His hand reached out to cup your cheek. Cold rough hands caressed you and oddly enough it was warmer than the sun. But his eyes were cruel, bloodthirsty. Searching for something, someone to blame for your current state.
“It was—”
“I know. Don't say another word. I don't want to ruin the moment.”
You both went quiet. And as he continued to stroke your cheeks, you couldn't help but feel at peace. The deadliest man alive was right in front of you, and you didn't flinch whatsoever.
He towered over you, his face leaned in to hover above your shoulder as he spoke in a low voice.
“No one can stop me. You know that already. It doesn't matter who or how many.”
Dazai exhaled heavily. This was clearly something he had been waiting for a long time to say. His breath is warm and tickling your ear.
“ This game of cat and mouse is over. I won. I always win. And now, I'm going to claim what's rightfully mine.”
You swallowed hard. It was bound to happen. The inevitable. How stupid you were to think you could beat Dazai. You should've seen it from a mile away when he gave you such a big head start. But you tried to take him for a fool.
“The best way to trick a fool is to let the fool think he's tricking you.”
He said with snark, grinning. Dazai pushed you to sit down on the bench. It didn't take much to make you fall. Your heart was racing but you refused to break your poker face.
“You don't react like the others. That's interesting.”
Dazai reached out to pull up strands of your hair, letting it fall through his fingers, strand by strand. Like playing with a doll.
All you could do was watch as a small smile formed when he played with your hair.
“It's too bad you're in such bad condition. But, I suppose it's a good change of pace. I've hardly had the chance to keep one alive before.”
"C'mon, mom, join us!" Billy begged, him and his brother were tugging on Wanda's arm; forcing her to join them on the couch. She sent you a look of help, eyes desperate but you knew she was only joking.
"Help me~" she mouthed out with a smile, you simply shook your head and laughed, "Sorry, it's out of my hands." you shrugged. You stood back in the kitchen, stirring a small bowl of ice cream, a fleeting smile on your lips. Just this morning you were laughing with your neighbour Ralph about the cats constantly crushing the tulips in his garden, though you caught the true perpetrator seconds later.
Or more accurately, perpetrators. Plural.
A football (soccer) came tumbling over the flowers, crushing them completely by force. Ralph almost blew a gasket, growing red in the face and nearly tearing his newspaper. Billy and Tommy soon came running over, their faces filled with apology "Ooooh, my bad." Tommy muttered out.
You pointed a glare at them both, trying your hardest to look annoyed, "Boys, what do we say?" They both sighed, looking down before meeting the eyes of Ralph, "We're sorry, Mr Bonner."
"We didn't mean to, Tommy just kicked the ball too hard." Billy confessed earning a jab from Tommy, "Dude!" looks like Billy had just ratted his brother out. Ralph sighed, waving the two boys off, "Water under the bridge, boys."
The pair dashed away back inside, taking their tulip crusher with them. Ralph let out a small chuckle, old eyes crinkling with a smile, "I'll never understand how you and Wanda deal with them."
"Aw, they're not too bad, Ralph." you started moving back into the house, hearing Wanda with a grumpy tone could only mean she had caught wind of the boys' accident. And a grumpy Wanda meant a grumpy household.
"Same time again tomorrow?" you asked Ralph, to which he nodded "See you then, my dear." he then hobbled away to his own home. When you had entered your beautiful home, you were just nearing the end of Wanda's rant to the boys.
"How about some ice cream?" you suggested to lighten the mood, although Wanda disapproved at first she eventually came around and that's what led you to this moment. Watching her with the boys, sat on the couch with a bowl of strawberry ice cream in her hands. You had never seen her smile so wide, never seen her laugh so loud.
You were so happy, you don't think anything could ruin this moment.
"Hey, (Y/N), my beautiful wife, could you get that extra cosy blanket from upstairs. I think it's on our bed?" Wanda asked, tilting her head backwards to catch your eyes. The boys were bouncing beside her, no doubt on a sugar high, you beamed, "Of course, my darling."
You charted upstairs, going off to your shared bedroom where, of course, there was no blanket. You began lifting up the bedding, even looking under the bed but nothing.
"'On the bed' she said, on the bed my ass." you huffed out. Just as you opened the closest door a loud bang erupted from downstairs, then screaming...it sounded like...THE BOYS!
You dashed downstairs, possibly faster than the speed of light; what you saw you couldn't comprehend. There was a large hole - or maybe portal - besides your t.v, the couch had been flung to the other side of the room along with some toys and the carpet.
The boys were hiding behind the railing of the stairs, whimpering. A woman was crawling towards them, she perched on the last step trying to reach them, but she was hesitant. The woman looked recognisable, just enough. The ginger looks were something you hadn't seen for a long time, but you knew it was her.
"Wanda?" you all but muttered out, tilting your head in confusion. She turned to you with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, she left the boys, eyes solely on you as you took another step down.
That was Wanda alright, just not your Wanda. You noted her black fingertips, the chard ends of her cape, the cuts and scrapes along her skin. The more you descended the stairs, the more Wanda broke on the inside just from seeing you. She tried to make a move toward you, but you took a protective step back, making yourself taller than her in the process.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could faintly see the shape of another body lying on the ground, taking a quick glance you caught your Wanda. She was batted and bruised, a small cut was gushing blood from her forehead. You felt your insides burn, if you weren't already on high alert just from seeing this woman in your home then you definitely were now.
There was an emotion on this other Wanda's face that you couldn't quite grasp, something between anxiety and heartbreak. A soft whimper brought you back into reality, your sons were cowering away from her, they were scared and that made you angry.
You turned back to Wanda with a glare, "Whoever you are, stay the hell away from my family." Your hands lit up, blades of light being your only weapon to stop her. It was your power, after all, manipulating light, bending it to your will.
This other Wanda had begun crying, arms stretching out to you then coiling back in around her chest, "No, I-I'm your wife...it's me, p-please." she was begging. You took more steps down the stairs until you stood in front of her, the blades you carried creating a yellow aura around you both. Only mere inches away from her, you looked her up and down with hate "You're not my wife, you're a monster."
The other Wanda stepped back, wounded by your words. She repeatedly shook her head, eyes glowing red once more. You stood in front of the boys, protecting them with every last ounce of your life; if it came to that.
"No," Wanda growled out, her hands grew red, a much deeper colour than her eyes. Suddenly your body felt encapsulated, unable to move a single muscle. The boys' pleas fell on deaf ears as you were thrown against a wall, your body forcing itself through to the kitchen.
By now, your actual wife, your Wanda had regained consciousness. She stood on wobbly legs, looking towards you with a gasp. Billy and Tommy sprinted to her side, soon moving to you when their mother went to fight.
"You can't make them love you." her voice rung out, she wasn't just angry anymore, she was enraged. How dare someone come after her family, after all she had been through.
"I've done it before," the other Wanda huffed out, her voice echoing with darkness; there was almost something cold and lifeless about her tone.
"That wasn't real love." by now you stood by your wife's side, she was almost surprised to see you up so quickly. The other Wanda looked to you, tilting her head and emphasising that begging tone again, "Please, I can be just like her...if not better."
You shook your head, shooting your hand towards the ground as another blade of light formed "You won't have her love."
The other Wanda stopped, her eyes returning back to their normal colour, her hands no longer glowing blood red. She looked back to Billy and Tommy, the fear in their eyes was something she never wanted to see. She then looked towards you, even though you hid it well, Wanda could still see you were scared.
Wanda crumbled to the ground and began to cry, red mist flowing from under her as her knees hit the ground. You approached this other Wanda with caution, still holding the light blade with care. You took her chin into your hands, showing a small sign of sympathy "You can't force people to love you, Wanda. I can't imagine what you lost to get you to this point, but you have to look around and question, was it worth it?"
No matter how she looked or what she did, she was still a Wanda. The way you saw it, this was still your wife, your wife Wanda. On your wedding day, you had promised to love Wanda no matter what, and today it appeared this was the no matter what.
"I-I don't have anyone, I'm alone." she closed her eyes, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. You rubbed them away with the tip of your thumb, "You're never alone, Wanda. No matter what multiverse you're from, I will always love you."
More tears began to fall, and that's when you saw the girl through the portal. She looked equally, if not more, scared than you. You could see the cuts on her face, see the damage in the background. You then looked to the Wanda beneath you.
She was covered in blood and knowing her strength, it wasn't her own. You could smell the fire, she stunk of smoke and ashes. This may have been a Wanda, but you couldn't excuse what she had done.
"But this isn't your home," you continued in a whisper, her eyes fluttered open, pleading with you, "Only good people can be loved." you let go of her chin, stepping away from her to return back to your family. Wanda caught her doppelganger's eyes, she saw the way your hands intertwined the moment you were close enough.
That's when it all started to make sense to her, this wasn't what she wanted. She wanted her family, she never wanted to be apart from them and yet here she was...destroying a family, her family. Wanda supposed she'd never be able to sleep again, only being able to picture the faces of her children as they stared at her in fear.
Wanda stood from the ground, nodding her head slowly, keeping her gaze on the ground. She walked back to the star-shaped portal and left, the whole thing collapsing in on itself and leaving your world dark.
Wanda stood beside America Chavez, wiping away the tears like they were nothing. Memories of old came to her, times before and after Westview. The moment the two of you first met at the Avenger's tower, or when you challenged her to a game of pool and cheated...Even your first date.
She held back the smile, knowing the fate that was presented to you, presented to her. She shook the memories away, staring up at the looming throne, it called to her.
A/N: sorry for the hiatuses-- it's exam season and I'm trying to survive. This was inspired by a manga I've been reading and werewolf ASMR-- strange but hey it created this pile of soft (?) angst!
Synopsis: your werewolf boyfriend comes home to find another mans smell on you, leading him to become quite the insecure and suspicious lover.
TW: LOADS of angst, cheating accusations, jealousy, fluff, reverse comfort
"I'm home!"
A booming voice traveled down the hall accompanied by even louder footsteps.
"Where are you? Sweetheart?"
"In here!" You called from down the basement.
You heard his sigh of relief as he walked down the basement steps.
"What're you doing down there?" He bent down to avoid hitting the wooden beam near the door.
Wiping sweat from your forehead, you looked at your hard work.
"Oh just... spring cleaning."
There were piles of items ranging from old photo albums to unused car parts, thanks to the man across from you. He liked to store a variety of things down in the basement if he thought he would use them someday. He never did.
The basement had looked like a hoarder's home until you came into the picture.
"Cal, how did you let your house get this bad?" You stared in disbelief at your boyfriend.
He shrugged, throwing down his gym bag on the dusty floor.
"Dunno. Anyway, aren't you gonna say hi to me?"
"Hi." You deadpanned, returning back to the accumulation of items on the floor.
He pouted at the response.
"Awe that's no way to treat the man who you love."
"Are you sure about that? Maybe you deserve a bit of reprimanding for all this stashed trash."
Cal let out a playful grunt and pulled you into his arms. Lifting you off the ground he moved back toward the stairs.
"Wait! I'm not done in here-"
"And?" He hoisted you over his shoulder. "Aren't I more important than some junk?"
"That's not the point let me down!" You beat against his back but Cal kept walking. You could see his tail wagging from behind, excited you were in his grasp. He was so ready to squeeze something soft and warm after such a long day.
Sometimes, it was a real hassle having a werewolf as a boyfriend.
His ears twitched with excitement as he headed up the stairs to the couch. You grumbled, failing to get out of his grip.
"C'mon let me go!"
"Never." Cal muffled into your side as he kissed your abdomen. He tossed you onto the couch as you let out an "oomph!"
"I've been waiting all day for this." He grinned, looking down at you as you laid at his mercy.
He was often affectionate, but tonight was a whole other level. Without warning, he jumped on top of you as you cried out.
"No, I'm all sweaty! And I need to finish--"
He cut you off as he smothered you with kisses. "So am I-- but you don't see me making a big deal out of it." He inhaled your smell, traveling down to your neck. "m'just got back from the gym too. Don't cha wanna see how hard I worked?"
You covered your face, embarrassed at how he was slowly inching his shirt up. You pulled his hands back down and looked away.
"You're so embarrassing..."
"You're right," he pulls your hands towards his and entwines them with his own. "I want to smell you first before I go there.."
"No!" You cried out, embarrassed even more than before. But Cal didn't listen.
"Calhaun," you warned, using his full name to show your seriousness.
But he mischievously smiled, not listening to a word you said. Before you could stop him he pinned your hands next to you and buried his face into your chest.
You squirmed as he inhale your scent.
"Don't," you whined. "I've been cleaning all day I don't--"
He mumbled against your chest as you squirmed around.
"M’smell so good..." Cal removed his hands from yours and ran them down your body. "I've been waiting all day for this."
You tried once more to get up, but his weight was too much. He laughed against you and crept a hand up your shirt.
Sighing out of defeat, you looked down at him with a heated face.
"Don't try anything mister."
"Oh ye, of little faith."
He laughed and traveled down your abdomen, smelling each inch of you.
"Your smell... is so sweet.." he massaged your flesh and dug his face under your shirt. "But...what's this...?"
"What? What is it?" You feared for the worst, knowing all of Cal's senses were far sharper than yours.
"It's..." he lifted your shirt up further, his nose pressed against your stomach. "Something different, it's not your smell."
You looked at him with a perplexed expression.
"It smells like...another man."
"Huh?"
"Someone else's scent... it's musky. Barely there but I can smell it. "
Cal’s voice dropped in pitch as he began to grip tighter onto you.
"Why... Do you smell like that?" All playfulness in his voice left. "I thought you said you were home all day."
He climbed up from your stomach and moved to stare into your eyes. His expression was dark, giving you a thin frown and drooped ears.
"I was!"
"So why do you smell different, You were here with another man alone?"
"No-- I, I just had some friends over to help..."
"Male friends. Of which are always trying to get into your pants."
"They aren't like that.." you mumbled. Cal stared you down.
"They arent like that, really? Then tell me who came."
"Just.. the guys you met last week."
"Right."
Cal grit his teeth, his body tensing up."So the ones who were all over you. Touching you and talking about your ass all night."
You gripped Cal's hand that held pressure in your own. The dark look that washed over his eyes made you nervous.
"That's not true." You frowned.
"Yeah? Cause I saw them gawking at you the entire time. I heard the words come straight out of their mouths."
"They just came to help out!"
"You're too nice for your own good you know that!? theyll take advantage of you any second they get!" Cal shouted back.
You went silent, unable to make eye contact with him. His words had some semblance of truth. Some of your friends had tried to make a move on you, but you always thought it was a joke or just a friendly gesture.
"If you dont love me than just say it." He mumbled.
You stared in shock at him.
"What… why would you say that…"
"Forget it." Cal pouted, moving off of you.
"I mean if you were gonna cheat at least get that scent off before you see me." He said barely above a whisper.
"That's-- how could you say such a thing?!"
Cal looked guilty, uncrossing his arms.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean that…"
"Do you not trust me? Do you really think I'd hurt you like that!?"
"No I do trust you," Cal grabbed your hands desperately at seeing your bewilderment. "But I don't trust them. I'm..."
"What?"
"I'm-- gosh I don't want to say it!'' Cal lowered his voice. "I'm… intimidated by them..."
"...intimidated?" You could hardly stifle a laugh.
Cal? Intimidated? Your 200 pounds of muscle werewolf boyfriend was scared of your friends' intentions?
"I promise you there's nothing to be afraid of when it comes to them." You brought his face into your hands.
"Yeah I know I know," He fidgeted and looked away. "But I can't help it when everytime you smell like them, it makes me so... ugh."
"Awe..." you couldn't resist. He looked so cute pouting. "I dont think I've ever seen you jealous before." You teased.
"I'm..I'm not jealous!"
"You looked at him with your eyebrows raised and an emotionless stare.
"Okay, maybe i'm a little jealous. But so what! I'm allowed to be jealous."
You laughed and kissed his cheek.
Cal smiled into your hand and pressed his lips against your palm. Despite his small grin, the worry from his eyes didn't leave.
"That's not all, is it?"
"No," He muffled into your hand. "But it's fine."
Cal kissed your fingertips, moving down to your wrist then to the rest of your arm. His soft, wolf-like ears flattened against the side of his head.
"No, you can't just avoid the question like that,"
You tried to pull your hand away but Cal kept his grip. Your struggle made the werewolf take matters into his own hands, pinning your hands behind you as he pulled you into his lap.
"Let me go." You faced him defiantly.
"And why should I?"
Cal looked smug, pressing his chest up to touch yours.
But despite his cheekiness, an idea brewed in your head.
"Alright, fine. But if I have to stay here, you're going to tell me why you're still upset." You gave him a deep grin.
Cal rolled his eyes letting out a dramatic sigh.
"It's not all that important!" He looked conflicted, deciding whether or not to answer you. "It's just.. sometimes I think, maybe you'd want someone normal," He stares at the ceiling, holding onto your waist limply. "Yknow, someone who won't slobber all over you when he kisses you." He laughs sadly but it turns into a frown. "Someone who doesn't crush you everytime he tries to give you a hug, or is afraid of scratching you. "
Cal suddenly looked uncomfortable at the thought of touching you.
"Oh Cal," you say with pity in your voice.
"Don't do that." He puts a hand over his eyes. "You know as well as I do. You never stopped to think for a moment of how our future would be? What you're going to have to face?"
"Of course but I-" you swallowed thickly. "I never thought of it that way. It has never been a chore for me or a fear to be with you. I think of us with... excitement." You were desperate for him to look at you. "Cal, listen, I don't want anyone else. Look at me."
You cupped his cheeks and pressed your nose against his. "No one else. I don't care if you're messy sometimes or a bit too strong, I love those things about you."
Cal stared back, hanging onto every word, waiting for a 'but,' or a look of deceit. But neither came.
"Are you sure…?" He said in a low whisper.
"Positive." You ruffled his hair and looked into his eyes. "I love you, and nothing will ever change that."
Your sincere voice was like music to his ears. Cal smiled against you, grabbing your waist to secure his hold.
"Say that again?" He asked.
"I said--" you looked back down at him to see a triumphant grin on his full lips. "Nevermind."
"No no! Say it again, what was that?"
"Now you're just teasing me--!"
Your face grew hot with cal kissing your neck and pleading for you to repeat yourself.
It was the first time you ever spoke the words 'I love you' to him. His soft, animalistic ears flicked against your chin as he ran his lips down your body. Suffocating you with a hug, Cal's large tail flicked from behind, swishing back and forth like a happy dog.
"NOW you're gonna crush me--" you managed to choke out between his sloppy kisses and the squeezing fingers gripping you.
Cal's nails were dangerously close to cutting the dip of your back; his hold on you decreased as he whispered next to your ear. His hot breath fanned over face, lips threatening to consume you.
Summary: Your bestfriend Doyoung asked for your help in preparing an engagement for his girlfriend. As he was about to enter a new chapter in his life, your friendship with him went through a very challenging phase - causing both of you to reflect about your stupid decisions in life.
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TAEIL | JOHNNY | TAEYONG | YUTA | KUN | DOYOUNG | TEN | JAEHYUN | WINWIN | JUNGWOO | MARK | XIAOJUN | HENDERY | RENJUN | JENO | HAECHAN | JAEMIN | YANGYANG | CHENLE | JISUNG
