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ivyruins · 3 months

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angst AND romance??? both? both. both is good.

inspired by me messing around with quests options and finding one where quest gets pissed when he finds out societyboy used to yell at mc: how about when he finds out the rest of it? him trying to balance feeling absolutely pissed while comforting mc

of course tw for abuse mention

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You hadn't wanted to talk about it -- not that night, at least. You promised yourself you would when you were ready, and ready you certainly were not. But life isn't kind to expectations, is it?

Here you are, arms covering your face, Quest looking at you quizzically, and all you want to do was melt into the couch and disappear.

"Angel?" He speaks softly.

Fuck.

You clench your fists and close your eyes as tears begin to well. You look so fucking stupid right now. Attention seeking, overreactive behavior. Why did you have to give the game away, huh? Why do you always do this at the smallest reminder?

Quest's hand gently touches your arm but retreats when you jump at the sensation.

"Ah, okay. I'll sit. Not touching you, baby."

Your arms fold against your body and you lean back into the couch with a sob. It's so stupid. It's all just so stupid. You try to wipe away the tears quickly, but more keep coming. You're a mess to look at.

Quest sits quietly nearby, oddly stiff. You still can't meet his gaze. But you can feel it burning into you.

After a few moments, you calm down -- you aren't good, but you're good enough. You lower your arms from your face and gingerly fold your hands on your lap.

Quest then turns to look away from you, probably finally sensing that you don't want to be looked at right now. You're calming down, so, he can look away anyway. He's still worried, though.

But you want him there... you want to feel him next to you. With a shaky breath, you lean over and rest against his arm. When you reach forward and take his hand in yours, he squeezes back firmly. A quiet "It's okay, I'm here."

He traces your skin with his thumb. "Want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Okay, we don't have to-"

"But I'm going to." Might as well. You're here in the mud already. Might as well not risk the chance of dirtying yourself again.

You grit your teeth, take a deep breath, and tell him. Tell him everything. The way SB used to take advantage of you, the danger you felt at times, and the fear that has ever since been carved into your chest. As you speak, Quest doesn't say anything. He nods, careful not to interrupt, and lets you say your piece. Your emotional, sloppy, but important piece.

When you reach the end, you finally glance up at him. He's staring straight ahead, jaw clenched tight and brows knitted together.

You say his name. "What are you thinking?"

He doesn't respond for a moment, instead vying to lift your hand to his lips for a small kiss. He holds it there, reverently, before slowly letting your hand fall to his lap, still held tightly by him.

"I'm thinking a lot, Angel," he says, carefully. "But I don't think they're very helpful thoughts."

"I want to hear it, anyway. Please?"

He sighs and finally turns to look at you again. His eyes search yours, -- are they a little red? Had he been crying, too?

"I'm disgusted that that happened to you. I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"You don't have to-"

"Because if I was there, he would be six feet under by now."

The venom stuns you a bit. You're not used to hearing Quest speak like that. It tweaks your heart, but it's not painful.

You cry a little and Quest places a hand on your cheek, expression fierce. "He would be. I would have made it hurt, too. I want to make it hurt."

"Quest--"

"I'm not stupid. I'm not going to do anything." His thumb strokes a tear away. "But I can't deny that I really, really want to."

He holds you there for a moment before pulling you onto his lap for an enveloping hug. Your arms wrap tightly around him and you bury your face in his neck.

His arm is wrapped around your back, another cradling your head against him -- shaking a bit, too. He's crying with you.

"I'm so, so sorry Angel." He hugs you tighter against him. "I've got you. Nobody can do that to you again, okay?"

You nod into him and he nods back. Both of you sit there in silence for a couple minutes, holding onto each other.

Quest is the one to finally speak first. He asks you if you're hungry, he'll make anything you want. You ask for pasta. He says of course. He holds your hand as you stand up from the couch, and doesn't let go of it for the rest of the night.

#my bb quest #tw abuse

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ivyruins · 2 years

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"When you love someone each insult, remark you throw at your partner is your own, because when he insults you, he insults himself" QUEST I LOVE YOU

ALSO IM SO SAD. THE ANGST IS EATING ME UP I REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE ENDING /lh TT

Angst ask, I'm a sucker for pinning and jealous so I wanted to ask you to write quests reaction to reader/player getting a s/o that doesn't treat them right(not good enough in quest eyes) , right before quest asks them out...I hope that makes sense

Thank you for contributing such quest work to this smallish community

ANON I THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST

don't get me wrong I do enjoy writing fluff or non angst in general, but as an angst lover it's a whole different experience

you choosing quest, ily marry me anon /j, that man has a grip on me as much as the rest

For the sake of the story let's pretend societyboy and y/n got together while they were in the bloomic server

"I Want to Drown In Your Love, but All I See Is Green"

Quest x GN! Reader

Prompt: Quest fell hard for Y/n, but what does one do when your beloved isn't treated right? You fight for their happiness, but sometimes, we don't fight hard enough.

TW: Jealousy, Toxic relationship, hinting at a murder, It's really angsty fellow bloomic enjoyers so buckle up

Jealousy.

What is jealousy? Is it a just feeling of wanting, wishing to have something that isn't yours? Or is it an ugly emotion that deprives you of any sensibility?

Quest was never one to be jealous, he was too mature for such things. But, they came into his life. They came into the server, as sweet as nectar, showed him kindness, made him smile, and he fell hard. He felt himself tumble into the deep lake called love, but he never considered the monster that lived deep below.

The more he resisted, the deeper he drowned. As time passed, his feelings consumed him, it was becoming too hard to breathe and so, he tried to swim towards the surface. Yes, he decided to confess.

But, the worst happened, within the moment his decision had been made, a ping from his computer screen could be heard. What would have been on a normal day so heartwarming, pierced his heart like a silver dagger, it dug deep, his heart shattered.

Y/n confessed, they and societyboy have become a pair. While everyone congratulated the two, Quest's hands trembled as they hovered above the keyboard. Writing, something he had done continuously on a daily basis, something that practically became a part of him, was now a difficult task.

No words came out, not out of his mouth nor out of his mind.

He quickly composed himself and congratulated the two on their relationship, wishing them love and good things to come. He wished them love but he wished he hadn't. To others, his message seemed sincere, one from the heart, but it was a lie.

All of it was a lie.

But he couldn't break their heart, or even worse, ruin their friendship and so he lied. He didn't want this to happen, but deep down, buried in his soul, he thought he wasn't deserving of good things.

Everything he holds dear eventually slips out of his grasp, family, friends, and now his love. He desperately tried to hold onto them, tried to keep them in his life, but it was too slippery, too difficult to grasp even for someone of his strength and stature.

But, he smiled through it, because they were happy. Although his feelings of love and want burned within his soul, a flame that only grew the more they talked, smiled and laughed, he suppressed these feelings.

Because...

When you love someone so deeply, so truly, their wants replace your own. Their happiness was his own. All of the pain and jealousy he felt, was buried in a coffin, not to be opened.

Love can be so cruel sometimes.

...

Two weeks passed, but the relationship y/n tried to have, to cherish, to hold, was becoming too painful. The perfect man they thought they knew, wasn't perfect. The rose coloured glasses cracked with each insult he hurled, perhaps this was normal, couples fight all the time, right?

Yes, this was normal. They tried to convince themselves that, yes, this is perfectly normal.

Quest took notice of their saddened gaze during each call, the life was practically drained from them. Gone were the bright smiles, the loving gaze whenever they spoke of societyboy, the once illuminating light they held had flickered out.

And by God, did this break him.

Their sadness was his, each tear that fell was his, their now broken heart broke his further apart. But they smiled, " It's okay Quest, couples fight all the time."

This was his last straw. " No, Y/n, it isn't. He can't treat you like this. I-it isn't normal, it isn't just. When you love someone each insult, remark you throw at your partner is your own, because when he insults you, he insults himself."

Their gaze fell, it felt as if their world was crumbling, no, it isn't true, societyboy said he loved them. He loved them. Not hate, not despise, nor dislike, he said love. " B-but he said he loves me, sure we have our fights but, he loves me."

Their words killed him, rage rose within his body, how dare he treat them this way. Insult them, berate them, and then speak of his undying love for them. Nobody deserved that, especially them. They deserved to be cherished and cared for, to be reminded of how amazing they are, how their beauty shines with each smile, the way their eyes shine with passion when speaking about bloomic. The kindness they show, their ability to see the good in everyone, everything was to be praised and loved.

No one is perfect that is true, we all have our flaws and secrets that we hide, but, despite any flaw, they were perfect to him.

" Y/n, I mean no harm, but I can't stand here and watch him tear you apart like this, you deserve so many good things, beautiful things, and you can even disregard my advice altogether but please, leave him. If you don't have the strength to, I will in your stead. Look, you may not be mine, but I will fight for you nonetheless because I..."

No, now wasn’t the time, he can’t be selfish and place such a heavy burden on them. He desperately clenched the locks on his heart.

Their eyes had shown confusion, what could he have wanted to say, surely not a confession?

He knew they were in a relationship, this would only damage their platonic one, silently they prayed he wouldn’t, they couldn’t handle another heartbreak. Though it wouldn’t be their own, the guilt of breaking his heart would forever roam theirs. It would constantly roam the hallways of their conscious during every call they would share. Prayers don’t always work, but by God, if they weren’t willing to try, just this once please… please listen.

" Quest? You what?" He shook his head, no, he couldn't. He needed to think of their friendship, it wasn't the time nor place, he had accepted that it never will be so now is no exception. " Nothing angel, don't mind me," he quietly chuckled, " Just, please promise me you will free yourself from him, please, I cannot standby and watch your light fade away."

They exhaled a breath they hadn’t realized was withheld, they couldn’t help but silently think to themselves ‘I’m sorry Quest, but please understand neither of us is ready.’

" Quest I-" a ping broke through the tension, societyboy demanded to speak to them in a private chat. Their hands trembled, aching to think of something to say, anything, but alas nothing came out. Though they were as silent as a mouse, their terrified expression told him everything. Both screamed internally, one with anguish and terror, the other in anger and frustration, but in the end, both had felt helpless.

“ I-I’m sorry Quest, it seems he wants to talk,” an awkward laugh escaped their lips as they scratched the back of their neck, “ P-perhaps we can call tomorrow, everything will be fine by then I-I’m sure of it.”

“ Angel please promise me you will talk to him-” Oh how it broke their heart to leave him so, but they couldn’t keep him waiting for a second longer, God knows what he would say, they weren’t ready for another fit of anger.

“ Bye Quest have a lovely day.” A soft smile decorated their lips, the last smile he would ever see, but he hadn’t known this and so, our poor ravenette wished them the same and sat in solemn silence. ‘ God, I hope they are alright.’

…

They did it! They broke off the relationship with the monster that held them captive. Through the heavy eyebags, their (eye colour) orbs had shone with hope, something they hadn’t done in a while. Silently they thanked Quest, he truly gave the best advice, they looked forward to seeing a proud smile on his face when they would tell him the great news.

They blasted their favourite playlist and danced around their apartment, they chose to do everything their heart desired tonight. Indulgences were to be made and the night was young, freedom tasted so sweet, and their victory even sweeter.

Oh how thankful they were for Quest, they couldn’t ask for a better person in their life.

…

The furniture was scattered across the tiny complex, dishes were shattered and glasses were broken. The air was eerie that night, defeat always tasted so bitter. No matter. The night was still young after all. A certain bird needed a stronger cage it seemed.

…

The birds chirped their song as the bright sun had risen from its den, they happily sighed and basked in the beauty of the day. People always claim there will be a better tomorrow, a brighter future, something to look forward to, and today was certainly that day.

Their hums filled the air along with the sizzling of their pan. They hadn’t cooked in a while and today was a new start after all, and so, pancake butter filled every crevice of the pan. The sweet smell had them sighing in awe.

‘ I wish I could share these pancakes. Oh! Maybe I can somehow invite Quest over sometime soon, though I will need a strategy to pass the sensors,’

A familiar tune broke their train of thought, they searched for the source and soon found their device on the bedroom stand. ‘Unknown caller’ was displayed across the screen as their eyebrows furrowed. With a light tap of the bright green button, the device was now safely held within their hand.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“ Oh my darling, you don’t recognize your lover?”

Their grand utopia shattered into bits and pieces. No, this can’t be. Though the voice was familiar, they refused to admit it was him. It couldn’t be him, the sensor prevented any leaks of private information, phone number included, surely it can’t be him, right?

“ S-societyboy?”

“ Oh! It seems you do remember, what a clever one you are dearest, my good pet. Since it seems you do still have your manners intact, be a dear and let me in, it is rude to keep someone at the door.”

Fuck. No. No. NO.

Before their caller could continue, they ran to their computer, desperately turning on the machine, praying that it would be quick, but alas, an update had begun to run.

Never had they hated a number more in their life, all of those years of math are nothing compared to this. Mumbling their curses they began to open the server on their phone while harsh pounding was heard from the hallway. Their fingers trembled and their eyes watered as they tried and tried to type out a coherent message.

“ Come on dear! I know you're a slowpoke but this is a new low even for you. Open up or I will!”

“P-please leave me alone! We aren’t together anymore! Please I am begging just leave!!”

The pounding got harsher with each second, soon they were replaced with large thuds, the door had tried to keep its place but it was slowly failing. It had one task, keep intruders away, I suppose even material things have their flaws.

The door hit the wall and the intruder entered the apartment with a mocking laugh and soon he was there before their eyes.

Their one chance of escape had left their hands as he snatched the phone, throwing it into the nearest wall. “ Now, dearest, I suppose a lesson is in order hm?”

Gone were the petite birds as they flew from their spot, soon a group of coal-like crows replaced them. I always did wonder what was the name of a flock of crows.

People always claim there will be a better tomorrow, a brighter future, something to look forward to, but, they never warn you of the unknown terror that could strike.

…

As everyone logged in onto the server, a single message plagued their minds.

“ Help me, he is here @socie”

( insert username) logged off

Two souls died that day but one had left forever.

AN: I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD, personally I don't see his jealousy being possessive like he feels it but doesn't act on it, he would rather bury his feelings than risk what he has and lose another person in his life yk. ALSO PERHAPS THIS WAS A LITTLE TOO DARK, I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANGST IN A WHILE SO I KINDA WENT OVERBOARD

@ivy-ruins enjoy hehe

Hope you have a wonderful day!

#nyxoholicwrites <3 #THE BEST ANGST WRITER???#ALSO i totally didn't know she'd post this prior in discord ahhaha #IM GOING TO #WRITE AN ALTERNATE ENDING #FOR MY HEART'S SAKE

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