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Guys, I crave a really long, well written ANGSTY love triangle fic between Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi it's not even FUNNY. Here's my little dabble at it. I might make a full fic :3
Not proofread!!!
Trios never work
“Why are you so cold to me, Meg..? I just want to talk to you.” Nobara whispers in a cracking voice.
Megumi feels anger swirl in his gut. He hates how she's making herself out to be the victim when she's the one torturing him. Dragging him around for whatever sick and twisted reason. She has Yuji wrapped around her finger, and she wants to rub it all in his face.
“You just want me to listen.” he snapped, not phased by the sad look in her eyes.
Her mouth gaped open, and she looked like a fish gasping out of water. Her throat squeezed tight, making getting words out so much more difficult.
“No..no that's not what I want, Meg I-”
“Stop calling me that for fucks sake Nobara!” He cut her off.
“You trying to include me in this fucked up trio makes me sick, everytime i hear that dumb nickname I want to rip my ears off!”
His teeth bared as he yelled furiously at her. He took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he backed up. His voice lowered now as he continued to speak. “You are so insufferable. If you don't realize that, you really are stupid.”
Her lips trembled, fat tears streaming down her face as she stared at him with wide eyes. Eyes full of confusion and hurt. She was hurt he felt that way, and she would rather die than make him feel that way.
“Meg-gumi I'm so sorry. Did you feel left out? Unwanted? I don't understand, I really tried to include you,” she sniffled.
He scoffed, his curled lips full of irritation.
“You really just don't get it, That's the problem, Nobara.”
Her brows furrowed, and she looked completely lost. That ticked him off.
“You try to include me when you and Yuji are already all over each other. I'm not needed, and yet you still want me around. Does that not seem cruel to you?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
Her heart stopped. Her lips formed a deep frown as she began to shake her head slowly. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears forced their way out from behind her lids.
“No that's not what.. I would never… Megumi, I like you! I like you, that's why I always—” she bit her lip, looking down as the tears blurred and warped her vision, “—that's why I always tried to involve you..”
Usually, when she says something she's been longing to, it feels like a weight was lifted. This time, though, she felt the weight multiply. It clung to her like a curse, something dreadful. The air was just as heavy. She could barely breathe. Her lungs wouldn't open up all the way, even though she just opened herself up to him.
He stared at her with angry brows but shocked eyes. He never considered this. He always thought she liked Yuji and didn't care about him. Was he really that oblivious? He didn't notice it when she'd always beg to do his makeup when she'd drag him to try desserts, to go anywhere with her. All the memories suddenly rushed into his head, wracking around in a painful manner. He squeezed his nose bridge as the skin between his brows crinkled.
He didn't know what to say, how to go about this.
“I'm…I'm sorry.” He ran his fingers through his hair, revealing more of his face.
“I imagine I don't seem so desirable now.” He whispered.
Nobara blinked away a few more tears. She sniffled before smiling.
“No, you can't sway me that easily.” She said, trying to lighten the mood.
This just made the pang of guilt in Megumi's chest grow. It was like the feeling itself had tendrils and was digging deeper inside him.
“Nobara. I'm sorry, but I can't forge false feelings.”
She bit the inside of her cheek so hard just so she wouldn't cry. She nodded with a smile.
“No, I understand. Don't worry about it.” She assured him.
He hesitantly nodded.
“Sorry for making things awkward between us,” she muttered.
“Don't be sorry.”
She smiled weakly before walking off.
I know I should give her
Her space
But how am I supposed to rest
When my heart is trying its hardest
To break out of my ribcage
But I swear this oath today
From now on anything that comes for you
Will break against my flesh
I am always late
But not anymore
How dare I forget what I am for
No more
The wolf is dead
The wolf is dead
The wolf is back
One day
I will wake up and not
Ache for you
But today is not that day
Me: writes heart felt lines as a way to cope with the pain of heart break that has never gone away even after 7 years. On a blog that no one knows about so my feelings don't get revealed.
Also me: Tiiiitssss
Me: like sexy coz plays cause it's something I want to adapt into my art style
Also me: hasn't drawn anything for 3 months
Me: Want to write and make posts about lesser known book series that I love
Also me: doesn't
You don't love her. If you did, you'd be with her
Yet you wither
Either wasting time,
Or doing so little
All the years that pass
Filled with moments
That would've should've could've
If only we weren't ourselves
Pathetic
I wish someone would fight me for me.
I am loosing against myself
Someone help.
I wish I had never met you
Now you are so far away
I met you
I loved you
And now I live with this feeling
That something is missing
Something irreplaceable
I wish I never knew this feeling
I wish I had never loved you
I wish I had never met you
I made myself sad today
a comic with some norse mythology
You walked up to me and covered my eyes from behind.
Years later your touch lingers still.
I don't know what to do
I am not starved for touch
I am starved for you
Take care, everyone.
So long 👍
With every breath I try not to not be like that. Yet every path I take seems to take me to this predestined outcome
characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies
Wrap your arms around me, stab me in the
gut. I'd be Grinning happy as i die — holding
the one person I love.
I may be the one with your voice inside my head. Saying things you will never say.
bro, the me inside your head is kind to you, right? haha? 🤨
I would happily leave this world but this is
the only world that has you in it.
Every gentle touch hurts, When you feel unworthy.
I am not jealous. Not at all. I am completely okay and normal right now. I am clearly not gutted with yearning.
you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.
You can hurt me all you wish
You can hurt me without care,
Without any comfort to be there
Hurt me past my breaking point,
And I will hold onto the pain
Simply cause it came from you,
Cause it's something of you I can call mine.
Love Is a curse.
She comes before the world. No sacrifice is too big. Morality Is a privilege for those who love in finite measurement like weighing calories in a meal, careful not to go over maintenance.
Something we do not concern ourselves with. If bringing you back means the world gotta burn then I will have us rest comfortably on bed or Cinders under a roof of stars.
I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?
Hmmm I know the human mind.
I can make any stranger love me
Or at least what they perceive as love
I can become what they love
But i can't make you love me
Can't even make you want me
I know all the tricks but I can't use them on you
How little effort it will take for you to gain My love
How little effort you will have to put
Pisses me off
I can't use any way any method any trick
That's not who I want to be
I just want to love you
And have you love me back
Fully
Fuck my life
Might be some certain point
But that point is not tonight
Let's Go!!!
Because I love her.
I can get anything that I want in life.
But what do I do with it?
Without her by my side.
It's pointless.
I am so obsessed
Got you so ingrained in me
Your taste your smell your feel too
So everytime my lips meet
No doubt they only talk of you.
I want to kiss you so bad. Hard and deep.
So everytime your lips meet
You could still taste me.
You are so far away. And I am so down in the dumps. So unworthy. That admiting that I love you feels like fucking hubris.
I don't think I've ever related to a character more than I do to crowly.
And it might sound pretentious. I relate to him not cause he's cool or dress nice. And aloof and unaffected by the world around him. For the most part.
Its because like him I too try to be cool and evil.
Because like him, I am also in love with my best friend.
Because like him I too talk to God when I am at my wits end.
Because like him I too want to run away with my best friend/ love of my life.
Away from all this bullshit. And i keep dropping hints and I know she knows, at least I am hoping. But I don't feel worthy.
But I will endulge in that hubris all the same.
But unlike him. If she gave me a choice of serving as her second in command. As long as it meant staying by her side. I will abandon all I am and join her.
Not sure what that makes me.
You might not love me but you need me.
That has to be enough.
But what to do when
I am not even needed?
When we embraced each other
I know that angels fell
For they knew their heaven
Will never be as good as mine