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Don't Break my Heart

My first Blooming panic fic, I was inspired, writing block cured (for now)

Quest x GN!Reader

Quest takes reader out for valentine's day, trying to be sweet but ends up bringing reader's insecurities out at full force.

2.5k words

Trigger warning: Reader bulling themselves, Quest fear of being feared( that's a weird phrase), breaking down in front of people

Let me know if I missed a trigger or if you spot any spelling mistakes.

Feedback is encouraged!!

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You currently sat across Quest. He had reserved a table at a nice restaurant, which was packed for valentines day. You felt a little selfish for not doing as much as your boyfriend. It's not like you were unprepared, you knew it was coming up but valentines day always left a bad taste in your mouth. You always went all out for your valentines, and it always went underappreciated, so you decided to stop celebrating valentines unless your partner instigated it. You didn't calculate it would be a surprise and here you are being spoiled and you have nothing in return. You looked into Quest’s eyes, they looked so perfect, so bright, so pure, and the memories of every other February 14th ruined the moment. All the rejections, all the times you were a bet, the days you were stood up in the rain, the fights. The nights you waited with anticipation for something as simple as a flower, only to be yelled at, belittled for wanting to celebrate a fake capitalist holiday. You repeat to yourself what you've been told over and over. That you're worthless, unlovable, unworthy of love, that you're not enough. You tell yourself not to fall for this, that it's all a lie, just like last time, just like always.

"Angel?"

That voice, it breaks your thoughts. Its Quests, you know that, something about his voice, the name he used, the way he sounds worried as if he cared as if he knew what was going on in your head. All of it made you think, just for a second, that everyone else was wrong, that those little voices were wrong.

"You ok? If this is too much we can leave."

He makes move to wave over the waiter, but you interject

"I’m fine Quest, this is perfect, I was just in my head"

Lowering his hand he reaches over to take yours

"You sure?"

You smile, looking into his eyes

"Never been more sure of anything"

The two of you got lost in each other's eyes, you both knew your words were not just about the restaurant.

"Did you need something, sir?"

The waiter nervously asked, not wanting to disturb your moment but also needing to do their job. Quest keeps his eyes on you, make sure one last time that you truly want to stay. Then turning to the waiter.

"Sorry about that, I know you're packed but would it be fine if we ordered now?"

"That’s perfectly fine sir."

You and Quest order and eat. The night is filled with cheesy moments, feeding each other, kisses, shared desert, longing gazes. It was almost too much, but as soon as you started to feel overwhelmed it was over, mostly. Quest was walking you home, hand and hand, you started to relax, recovering from being overfilled with all the cheesiness of the night, still fighting those thoughts from the beginning of the night. While walking Quest takes note of how many people cross the road to avoid him, not wanting to have his night ruined by outsiders he decides to ignore them. He turns to look at you, he takes the peaceful walk to admire his angel, the way they held onto him like he was safe, someone who would never hurt you, you cling to him like he was your protector. He loved it, loved you, he had to fight himself to not blurt it out loud, you were so focused and he just needed to wait a little longer.

Arriving at the door of your apartment, ready to get in and finally take a breath. You loved tonight, but you'd never felt this spoiled? Loved? You just wanted to be able to relax and process everything. So opening the door, after kissing Quest goodnight you were surprised to see candles and flower petals littering your apartment. You can feel the presence of Quest behind you. You know he is waiting for a reaction, you want to give him a good one but you can't hold it anymore as you let out a sob, you try to catch it but it's too late. Quest rushes in front of you, he checks to see if anything is physically wrong, his arms and eyes frantically rooming your body

"What's wrong? Angel? Are you ok?"

He sounds so concerned, so scared, you can't lie to him

"It- it doesn't make sense-"

You struggle to say more. Quest straightens up and pulls you into his chest, realizing his worry wasn't helping. He rubs your back and whispers to you

"Shh it's okay, breath takes your time."

You can hear his heart racing, you want it to calm you but it only makes you realize how nervous Quest is now. You refuse to make him wait, blurting out what you feel, not a thing of the wording

"I'm so scared."

He continued to rub your back

"Of what angel? Please tell me. I want to help?"

Sobbing out your answer, once again not think normally

"Of you. I'm scared of you."

As soon as the syllabus hits his ears he pulls away from you, his heart dropping from his chest, he swears he hears the thud it makes as it hits your floor. He questioned every moment you were ever close to him. Wondering if you were ever uncomfortable but too scared to tell him. Were you uncomfortable on the walk here? Did you want to cross the road and run away from him like everyone else? He takes multiple steps backward, almost tripping over himself, trying to protect you from himself. He had to protect you, even if it was from himself. He looks at himself, was he always this big, scary, threatening? Was he so desperate for your love that he missed all the hints that you hated him, that you were afraid of him? Quest does his best to shove his thoughts down, he's still here, in your apartment, your probably terrified and he can’t stop thinking about himself, he labels himself as selfish before speaking.

"Ang- I mean- I’m sorry. I never wanted to scare you. I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner- I’ll leave."

Even though he says those words he stays still, waiting for you to move from the doorway, he doesn't want to harm you anymore so he keeps his distance.

You had watched as Quest stumbled back, you were so worried, you plagued your mind for a reason he’d react this way. Was it something you did, something you said? You quickly realize what you said, and why it affected him this way. You wanted to fix this but he looked so panicked, you didn't know what to do, the words wouldn't come out and you felt approaching him would only make it worse. Then he spoke, you felt the tears drip from your eyes at his words. You knew about his past but you knew him for him, you knew he'd never hurt you. It was so obvious to you that he was safe that you forgot about his insecurities, or how others perceive him. Images of people avoiding him flash in your mind, moments where strangers asked if you were endangered, you never thought much of it, but to him, it was the very thing preventing him from going any further in your relationship. While you connect all the pieces in your head you let out a quiet cry.

"No"

Quest heard the tiny plead, his thought froze will he waited for you to say more, not expecting what happens next

You plan your next words out carefully, unlike before, and you take all the anger you had for anyone who ever looked at Quest with scared eyes and you yell, letting all that anger out in your explanation.

"NO- I’m not scared of you, physically- I’m"

You stumble over your words as you take a deep breathe, your voice back to a whisper

"I'm scared you'll break my heart."

You pause waiting to see if Quest will react. When he doesn't you start ramble, wanting to make it crystal clear what you mean. You cry through it all.

"I'm afraid that you using me, that I’m a joke, that eventually I’ll find out the server all placed their bets on how long I'll believe that you like me, care for me. I’m scared that you’re like every other person who ever claimed to love me, because, because..."

You start to yell again

"Because it doesn't make sense. Why would you like me? Look at me, I’m a joke, I’m worthless, I’m unlovable, and yet here you are. You, who is so amazing, you who has such an optimistic look on life, who has that outlook even though you've seen and dealt with things you never deserved. Why would you be here? It already hurts so much to think about and you haven't even revealed the truth. Please- please get it over with- just tell me the truth."

Your voice cracks so much it hurts, your legs struggle to hold you up.

Quest moves quickly as he sees your body start to give up, catching you, holding you tight against him. When he heard that first sentence he felt a wave of relief, he knew it was true. He had heard it in your voice, the honesty behind what you were saying, he heard the desperation of needing him to understand, and he did, with such honesty. His relief was short-lived as you continued, as he watched and listened to you say such horrible things. He understood that your beliefs weren't about him, but more about your past experiences, about how idiots, like society boys, treated you. He wants to change that, show you it is not true, show you that you can be loved, that you deserve just as much love as everyone else, he wants to do what you've done for him. When he watched your body start to give up he rushed to hold you, griping your body tighter than ever before. Quest holds you with all his might as he organizes his thoughts, taking in a shaky breath before speaking, before telling you what you need to hear, the truth.

"Angel? I'll tell you the truth but first I need you to accept that you're not any of those things anyone from your past has called you."

When you don't reply Quest pushes a little harder

"Say it 'I’m not worthless, I’m lovable and I deserve love'"

You stay quiet

"Please angel?"

His voice cares so much emotion with those two words, so you try

"I’m- I'm not worthless"

"There you go."

"I am lovable?"

"It not a question.{"

"I am lovable."

"And?"

"And I deserve love."

Quest pulls you out from his chest enough that he can kiss your forehead

"Good job angel. Now let me tell you how I feel about you."

He rests his forehead against yours, locking eyes as he begins

"You are not a bet or a conquest, I'm not with you for money or pity or any other crazy thought in your head, and the same goes for the server, we care about you. And I- I love you. I love the way I feel around you, I love the way you make me feel like I'm a safe person over a dangerous one, I love the way you make me forget the negative connotations that come with my size. I love the way you don't try and fix me. I love how you accept and see me more than anyone else."

"You love me?"

"Yes, I'm so in love with you it's crazy."

There's silence, Quest’s mind races again. What if they are scared of me and feel threatened to say it back without meaning it

"You don't have to say it back though, I understand that you might need time, and i-"

"I love you"

You whisper, tears streaming down your face, but a smile on your lips. He freezes and your mind races with the possibility that this was what he wanted that, that he was going to pull away, start laughing at how gullible you are

"Are you lying?"

"Never, never to you. I love you"

I love you

I love you

The two of you repeat the three simple words back to each other until Quest’s lips cut you off as he holds your head against his, kissing you with all the love he has for you. When you pull away the two of you laugh with each other. After a while, the two of you settle on the couch. You lay on Quest chest, relaxing to his heartbeat as the two of you talk about the day .

"Sorry I ruined everything."

"You ruined nothing, I still gotta say what I wanted."

"What was that?"

You asked, oblivious

"That I love you"

"Oh…right."

You blush as he said it again. He laughs at your reaction.

"Oh shush, I love you too, I've loved you for so long, and yet you get to have all the fun teasing me."

"Oh, and how long have you loved me?

You go silent before whispering

"8 months"

"What?! 8 months, what took you so long, I mean I've loved you for just as long but-"

"I was scared"

Quest stops speaking and lets you talk

"Just like today, I was afraid that as soon as I said it, you would start laughing and .. well y’know..."

Quest almost can't believe how long you've felt like this. He wishes he could do more, but to you, this was enough

"I’m not like anyone you've been with, I'm not a blind idiot."

You laugh at his remark

"I care and love you, and will always appreciate the little things you do for me."

He kissed the top of your head. The two of you basked in the silence as you worked up the courage to speak again.

"You know, I know you’re not like them, I never thought that you were, I know your different, better, it was just, I've never had this, a person who shows they care and-"

Your rambling is cut off by your loving boyfriend

"I know angel, I get it."

"And- I'm not scared of you, I never was, I know I said this but I feel awful I said that I couldn’t stand the way you moved away, or the way you looked at yourself, I feel so bad and I just- I wasn't scared of you, I was scared of losing you and even more of my dignity. I'll never be scared of you."

You look into Quest's eyes as you apologize, he doesn't have to say anything, you can see the love and forgiveness in his eyes as you lean in for a kiss. When you pull away the words fall from your lips.

"I love you."

"I know."

You lightly hit Quest on his chest as he laughs at your reaction.

"I love you too"

Hope you enjoyed it!! Thanks for reading it! Reblogging is always appreciated!!!

First kiss

Blooming panic love interest unknowingly stealing your first kiss

Gender-neutral

It was your first night with Nightowl, you got off the plane just 2 hours ago and just arrived in his apartment mere minutes ago.

“And this is my room, get comfy, mi casa su casa, go ahead and wait on the bed I'll be back.”

He tried to rush off but froze when you spoke.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

He smiles at you while sort of bouncing up and down.

“Restroom, been holding it in since you got here.”

“You weirdo, go! Go!”

He rushes off and you take this time to look around, you'd seen part of his room before but now you were here, it all was so real. You didn't want to snoop around so you just got on the bed, sitting crisscrossed to not take up as much space. You checked your phone, sent a photo to the server, it blew up with excitement for the two of you, but your attention was stolen by the sound of running. You look up and watch as Nightowl runs into the room and onto the bed. His arms land on either side of you and you're surprised his face didn't crash into yours.

“Hi!!”

“You have a lot of energy?”

“I'm surprised you noticed. I'm just so happy and excited you're here!”

He grabs your hands and holds them.

“Like you're really here, I'm touching you... I can kiss you!!! I can kiss your forehead!”

He kisses your forehead.

“Your cheeks!”

He does so.

“Your perfect nose!”

He kisses your nose then goes quiet. Your eyes lock as he lowers his face a little.

“Your lips.”

He leans in slowly before kissing you, closing his eyes as he relaxes into the kiss. He smiles against your lips before pulling away. When he opens his eyes he sees your shocked face, he gives you space, watching as your hand slowly traces your lips.

“That was my first kiss.”

You say softly not expecting Nightowl to freak out.

“What?!? Me-I-reall-”

You tried your best to catch him as he fell off his bed.

“OUCH!”

You lean over the bed to look at him and help him up. Once you are both on the bed he starts again.

“Were you serious, or were you teasing me, cause it worked pretty well if that’s the case.”

Nightowl rubs the back of his head, trying to ease the pain as he awkwardly chuckles.

“I was being serious.”

You whisper.

“But what about your past partners?”

“They never wanted to... at least that's what I concluded.”

“Well your wrong, cause there's no way a person would be able to date you without the need to kiss you.”

“Need?”

“Yes need, you’re just, your so cute, and understanding and sweet and-”

“I get it.”

“I don't think you do cutie!”

You had spent the past few days with Quest. It was great, you went on dates and he spoiled you so much, he never stopped complimenting you. You were so happy to be in person with him, to be able to touch him, hold his hand but you weren't sure he felt the same. He didn't avoid or retreat when you tried to touch him but he never initiated it. You wondered if he was uncomfortable or just didn't like your image but both answers felt wrong, so you decided the best way to figure it out was to talk to him.

You walk through the door to Quest home, he walks in right behind you. He's quick to take his jacket off and hang it up before he moves to takes your’s. He's done this every time you walk inside somewhere, he says it's an important part of being a gentleman and a good boyfriend. While he works on that you bring up the lack of touch.

“Um, Quest?”

“Yes Angel?”

“Why do you never touch me, like hold my hand and stuff?”

“I do.”

“Well yeah, but why don't you ever start it?”

You turned to face him as he sighs.

“I didn't think you'd catch on so fast.”

“Do I make you uncomfortable? Or do you not like the way I look? I know I probably look different then what I looked like on the camera but I-”

“It’s nothing like that angel. You're perfect to me. It's more about me. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into anything. I know my stature isn't the most …inviting. So I want to make sure you're always comfortable, allowing you to take the lead.”

You step closer taking his hand.

“I'm always comfortable around you. I want you to feel like you can do what you want.”

“I want to kiss you.”

Your face heats up.

“Then do it.”

He wraps his arm around your hips pulling you closer as he leans in, he can feel your breathing pattern change.

“I don't have to, if y-”

You cut him off with your lips , not patient enough to wait. He quickly stops talking and starts kissing you, properly. The kiss starts desperate but slowly decreases to a slow passionate kiss, you don't break apart till the kiss is so slow it can't be considered a kiss. When you do pull away you chuckle.

“That was pretty good for a first kiss.”

“First kiss?”

You can see the questioning look on Quests face.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that. I hope it's ok.”

You let your head fall, avoid eye contact with Quest. But when you finish your sentence you feel a large hand on your chin, you allow him to lift your head, your eyes meet his again.

“It's perfectly fine. I'm proud to be your first kiss. And second.”

He leans into you, kissing you again.

You and Toaster had planned the whole week before you fell over, they tried to clear their schedule as much as possible, but he still had one meeting he couldn't skip, or bring you. It took place the second day, so you had settled in a little, but you were still impatient and uncomfortable staying in his apartment alone. You watched the clock as you waited, he was supposed to be back an hour ago, you were a little worried. Your worries rushed away when you heard the keys in the door, you reacted quickly as you got up to greet him. When the door opened, Toaster walked in , his face barely visible through the bags of grocery he was carrying. You tried to help but when you tried they stopped you with a kiss, like it was normal, like a couples routine.

“I've got it, just- close the door for me.”

You silently did as you were asked, too shocked to respond. You slowly walk over to the kitchen where Toaster is putting stuff away, you start to help. Toaster felt a little guilty for being out a little longer than planned, so they try to explain.

“I felt bad about last night, I normally eat take out - I know it’s not great but- uh anyways I got groceries so we don't have to eat take out the whole time you're here.”

You stay silent, causing Toaster to question if you were listening. He looks at you, watching as you slowly remove items from a bag.

“Hey, you ok?”

“Oh -oh yeah, just- y'know…”

“No sweetie, I don't.”

“Well you just took my first kiss.”

“Oh, I guess you're right- I didn't realize we hadn’t kissed yet, it just felt natural- wait your first?”

“Yeah.”

You mutter nervously, watching as your partner’s face goes from light pink to bright red.

“What?! I'm so sorry, I should have, ugh”

You laugh at how flustered he got, watching as he drops and catches the items he was putting away.

“Why are you laughing?! You- ugg”

They take a deep breath trying to gain composure, but their face stays red as he speaks slightly calmer.

“This isn't funny, I wish I'd known, I would have tried hard or made it more-i don't know - romantic”

You moved close to him, lightly taking their hand in yours.

“It was romantic, you said it was natural, it was like we were living together. I loved it”

Your voice is low, Toaster barely picks it up but when he does his face gets even brighter.

Almost every time you were on video with Xyx he would say something about your lips, and when you bought a ticket to visit him it only got worse. He would always say how he couldn't wait to kiss you, how he bet your lips tasted delicious. Most memorable was the night before you were scheduled to fly over.

“Less than 24 hours till those lips are mine.”

He teases for the millionth time this month.

“My lips are already yours.”

You weren't trying to tease him but your sentence made him blush and choke up, you loved those few moments when you were able to fluster him, you wonder if it would look cuter in person. You also wondered if you should tell him it would be your first kiss. You were a little nervous about it, you wanted him to be your first kiss but you felt a little wrong not telling him. Though you felt that as soon as he learned you were not as experienced as him, he wouldn't want you anymore.

The day came, you dragged your suitcase behind you as you walked to the pick-up area, looking for Xyx. You spotted him, it was hard to miss as he was speed walking toward you with a grin on his lips. He was quick and yet still soft, one arm wrapping around you and resting on your lower back, his other hand moved to hold the back of your head, and before you knew it he was kissing you. His hands gripped a little tighter as he practically dipped you while your lips stayed interlocked. It was clear how much he had wanted this, you're sure the people around you knew it too, especially when a few bystanders wooed at you too. When Xyx’s had enough, of the wooing, not the kiss, he pulls away, that grin back on his lips, as he looks over your flustered state.

“You good doll?”

His teasing voice whispers, a small chuckle follows his question, knowing that you were not good. He laughed even hard when your eyes widened and stayed silent.

“God, you- you look like you've never been kissed.”

He laughs waiting for a response, and eggs you on when you don't answer.

“Oh, is my poor doll too flustered to talk?”

“I haven't.”

His laughing dies down a little.

“I'm sorry what, I need you to speak a little louder.”

“I haven't been kissed before.”

He laughs a little before leaning into your ear and whispering.

“That's even better.”

He takes a side glance at your fluster, worried face before speaking again his tone a little less teasing.

“Don't be embarrassed, I'm a great teacher.”

He pulls away as you freak out a little more.

“Wait- what? What is that supposed to mean?”

He grabs your luggage and starts to walk away, you try to catch up to him while also trying to get an answer from him.

“Xyx!”

You whine still far behind him.

“Hurry up, the longer you take the more the taxi cost.”

“Taxi? What about your bike?”

“Well with all this stuff you bought I couldn't use it. I mean really how much of this is necessary?”

“I'm staying for two weeks!”

“And? I have a washer y’know?”

The two of you fake bicker all the way to the taxi. But when you get in the taxi it stops as Xyx kisses you as soon as you sit down.

“Lesson one, kissing in front of a crowd is kind of lame.”

“You kissed me in a crowd.”

“Yeah but I’m not lame so it cancels out.”

Requests!!

Every time I open my inbox I smile, and cant stop. it makes me so happy to get requests, so thank you. Anyway here's another "what's coming list" I do these for multiple reasons, but mainly its so the people who've sent asks know I got it. this isn't really in order because , I'm disorganized like that. Also I'm focusing on the BP request cause that's my hyper fixation right now.

"I need space" request

Trying to escape LI's yanderes

Quest comforting reader getting a tattoo

Quest angst( not request, but I'm evil)

I saw your post of BP Yandere boys and I love it so much, there's a chance to have another part where MC almost achieves scaping but they get caught last minute pretty please🥺 👉👈

Love your writing, have a nice day/night/afternoon <3

I'm pretty new to writing yandere-based stuff so it took me a while. I apologize if some of the characters are a little OOC, but also I kind of have to so I can make them yandere's.

Tw: yandere (manipulation, controlling, toxic relationship, kidnapping), slight blood/reader harmed (not directly by the characters), and Stockholm syndrome.

Hope you enjoy! If you do please check out my other writing!!

It wasn't your first attempt to escape, you tried to escape over and over. Failing every time, you'd tried gaining his trust, you tried telling the server you tried telling the neighbors, nothing worked. You were running out of plans, you'd spent hours thinking by the window, crying for anyone to help you. That's when it hit you, you looked out the window, the apartment building across from you had a fire escape ladder. You realized this apartment must have one too. You'd only remember this window, as you've been confined to one room for so long, but you know there's a chance. You felt a little stupid for only coming up with this plan now, but at least you had another shot.

You were impatient, as soon as you got a sharp object you started to cut yourself free of the rope. You didn't cut it all the way, knowing that night owl would notice the loose rope, but as soon as he left for work you made the last cut. You tried to stand up, falling down quickly, it's been weeks since you stood up, let alone walk, but you had to try. You spotted crutches in the closets, using the wall to get to them.

With the help of the clutches, you started to search the apartment, and with luck, the first window had the fire escape. You shattered the window, too impatient to unlock it. You try to get through the window with the crutches, after a few minutes you're on the landing. You look down at the latter. You quickly realize it would be difficult to get down with the state of your legs. You shake your head, you can't give up, maybe you have enough arm strength to essentially crawl down the ladder. You think of how that would work but before you can even move to the ladder you hear the window slide open.

“What- What are you doing cutie?! You're going to get hurt!”

There he is, your capturer. He crawls out the window as you whine, he guides you inside. You cry that you don't want to go back, that you hate his room. But instead, he takes you to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet, taking the crutches, seething them far enough that you can't reach them. He starts to clean up the cuts on your skin, he rubs soothing lotion on the rope marks. He cares for you.

“You - you could have gotten seriously hurt? You did get hurt! And the crutches? Can you not walk?”

Something about how he talks, how he touches you so delicately, it feels domestic, nice. So you tell him.

“I- I've been sitting for so- so long I couldn't walk.”

“What !? Of course, I feel - I'm sorry I didn't think about that, I’ll let you walk around more, only around me but I don't want to cause nerve damage or anything. And I'll loosen up on the rope, I can't stand how bad it looks, it must hurt. Why didn't you say something?”

He looks into your eyes, you can see how bad he feels in them. You feel guilt wash over you.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“It's okay cutie, I'll be better now.”

Weeks later and you're still trapped in his room, but now you get rope breaks, and he walks you around the room almost every day so, it's not as bad, you're actually quite grateful.

It took you a long time to get this far into your escape plan. It wasn't your first attempt, far from it, when Quest first locked you up you constantly tried to escape but every time he caught you he became more reserved, more intimidating. After a month of failed attempts, you decided to try a different way of escaping, gaining his trust,

First, you had to undo everything you just did, as you constantly tried to escape Quest to use more force and less trust. After months he finally let you out of the handcuffs, he allowed you to move around the apartment but the doors were still heavenly locked from the outside whenever he was gone. Except, for now, he just bought some groceries, bringing them all up in one trip, something he did to ensure you couldn't escape. Though this time he forgot his phone in his car, rushing to get it he forgot to lock the door. You knew this was your moment but you hesitated, you almost wanted to stay, gaining his trust left you with an unexpected problem, you had fallen for him.

He was so kind, he would come home, make you dinner, eat with you, draw you a bath, read you to sleep, hold you, he was your boyfriend. You shake your head, by now he already had his keys, your time was limited, you had to move. You grabbed what you thought would be useful then bolted out the door. You looked right, then left, it had been months since you arrived and you couldn't remember which way the elevator was. You freeze trying to recall, failing you take your guess, running left. You get to the turn, and there it is the elevator. You relax and almost start crying, you are almost free. You weren't sure if you were more happy or sad.

You were broken from your thoughts as the elevator dinged, telling it brought someone to this floor. You froze, it could be Quest. You watched as the door opened, you saw his arm, but that's all you needed to see to know it was him. You don't know why you didn't run the other way, but you didn't. You stay still as Quest's eyes meet yours, you see as he realizes what's happening, the surprise turns to confusion then to anger, then sadness, then fear. He was afraid, it's clear in his eyes, his hands, the way he shakes as he takes a hesitant step forward.

“A-Angel? What- What are you doing?”

“I- I’m escaping?”

Your answer comes out a question, you're unsure yourself. Is this what you're doing, is this what you want?

“I-I kn-”

Quest stops talking as he takes more steps to you, close enough that if he wanted he could reach out and touch you, but you don't move.

“Can we go back and talk there?”

“Okay.”

You allow Quest to guide you back to his apartment, and then to his couch.

“I know what I did is wrong. I know that you think I'm crazy. And I know you want to leave, and - and I understand that. Maybe we can work something out?”

You stay quiet considering Quests offer.

“I want, I want to try and salvage our relationship.- I know you probably don't but- I - please. It is so hard for me to be without you. I promise I’ll stop being like this, ill let you go out, I won't control you, just please stay.:

You look into quest eyes, there was so much admiration behind them, so much love, your mouth moved before you could fully think through what you'd be agreeing to.

“Ok.”

Quest moved to hold your hands, you always loved how warm he was. So you were surprised to feel the familiar feeling of the cold metal handcuffs you hadn't worn in 2 months. Your brain quickly catches up to what is happing. You sob, almost screaming at Quest.

“Liar! You promised!”

“I'm sorry angel. I can't- you're all I have- I can't let you go- I can't let the world hurt you, I can't let them take you away from me, like everyone else. I just- I can't.

You still as you watch Quest start to shed his own tears, your heart breaks for him and you. Who it breaks for more is something you'll never know.

It had been months since you left the server. Months since you ghosted all your friends, months since you stopped talking to people unless necessary. Months since you meet Toasty, your boyfriend, your only true friend. You didn't go out much but Toasty had given you the go-ahead to get something from the nearby café, they even sent you money to pay for it. You were pretty excited, you had not been able to go out for fun in almost 2 months, you were almost skipping to the place. You ordered you and pulled out the card Toasty set up for you, as the employer stopped you.

“No need, the man over there paid for it.”

You looked over to where the barista pointed, there stood a familiar face. It took a while for you to realize who it was but when you did your heart started to race and your face turned sour. You said thank you to the barista before quickly stomping over to quest. Your voice trembled as you tried to stand up for yourself, it's been a while since you did anything like this.

“W-what do you w-want?”

Quest signed, it looked like he knew he did something wrong.

“I know, I know. Toasty explained to us that we made you uncomfortable and that you never wanted to see us again, but what are the chances we'd end up here together. I thought maybe we could talk, I could apologize for whatever I did to make you - hate me?”

The ending was a question like he didn't know if you did hate him.

“Hate you? I only hate you and everyone else because you ignored me, you acted like I wasn’t there.”

Your voice raised a tad but the loud coffee house made it easy for people to not catch on. Quest paused as he looked at you, his eyes softened with worry.

“What are you talking about? I don't remember doing that.”

“You don't, then-then- what's this?”

Frantically you pull out your phone searching for the screenshots. Quest looks over the screenshots, then at you. His brain runs wild as he realizes what's going on, he doesn't want to believe it, Toast isn't like that, their best friend. But then you get a message from Toasty, and before you realize it and pull it away, Quest is able to read the first one.

"What's taking so long?"

The message seems innocent, but Quest can't help but feel like something is wrong, trusting his gut he takes your phone. He watches as toasty floods your messages. He notices how toasty is the only number in your contacts. He reads Toasty’s messages/

“Why didn't you use my card?”

“Are you with someone?”

“Did someone pay for your order?”

“Are they flirting with you?”

“Ignore them.”

“Hello?”

“Don't trust anyone.”

The newest messages were enough for Quest to know his gut was right but he read past ones to truly see how bad this was. He read the texts where Toasty permitted you to leave your house for the cafe, permission to leave for work, permission to use social media.

“Quest- wait- please -I”

Quest hands you your phone back as he pulls you to a table, getting his phone out. It takes a while but eventually Quest pulls up the same messages from the server, the only difference is your messages are gone. He starts to explain what he thinks is happening and how he wants to help. He shows you the messages Toasty sent him, that you left because Quest made you so uncomfortable you had to leave.

“I don't- I don't understand- why would he, their not like that, their kind and sweet and- your lying tha-”

“I'm not, I can't think of any other reason he would do this, but no matter his reasoning it doesn't make the way he's treating you okay. Please let me help.”

You think it all starts to make sense.

“O-”

You're interrupted by your phone ringing, on instinct you pick it up, you see Quest freeze knowing that Toasty is on the other side and that they might be able to persuade you back to his side, away from safety.

“Hel-”

“Are you with Quest?”

He wouldn't even let you say hello. You're hesitant to say yes, but you realize he's testing you, wanting to see if you'll lie.

“Yes.”

“Are - what is he saying?”

“He just- he paid for my dri-”

“What did he tell you?”

You look at Quest, who signals you to hang up, but you don't. You hold eye contact with Quest as you tell Toasty everything. Tears in your eyes as you fully realize how much control Toasty has over you.

“I- I don't want to say this but- you can't believe him- he- “

Toasty stumbles, your interest intrigued. Quest watches as you look at him differently.

“He what?”

When the word leaves your lips Quest knows exactly what Toasty is going to say, and how it will change everything but he hopes that there's a chance you'll ignore it and hang up, and let him help you.

“He was in a gang, he has a criminal record, he was arrested for arm robbery, he’s not safe. Don't trust him.”

Toasty's voice is unwavering, letting you know it is true. Your eyes widen in fear as you examine Quest. He drops eye contact, not being able to stand the look of fear on your face.

“He has- he hasn't changed, he’ll h-hurt you.”

Toasty adds, he stumbles over the words as he lies but you believe it anyway, getting up from your seat, and trying to rush out the café, stopped by Quest grabbing your wrist.

“Don't touch me you- you gangster- you criminal!!”

You scream causing Quest to drop your wrist, everyone's attention is on Quest as you run away. He stands there for a minute before his name is called, his drink finally ready, Quest grabs his drink and leaves.

A month later you're in Toasty's apartment, living with them. In the back of your head, you know it's wrong but you are never able to fully accept the truth, never able to escape.

Last night you overheard Xyx on the phone with a client. He had a meeting tomorrow, a long important one, one he couldn't leave in the middle of. When you lay in bed, Xyx holding you, you thought, was this your chance, you could actually escape, go home. You didn't sleep, you stayed up thinking about a plan, but with Xyx breathing down your neck you struggled to think clearly. So by the time he left the only plan you had was to leave and find the police. You waited long enough so you were sure Xyx meeting had started. And then you got to work, the whole house was bugged, Xyx would get a notification about anything you did, even opening the fridge. You knew this, you also knew you didn't have time to deactivate it so you decided the best course of action was to break a window and run, even if he got an alert he was in a meeting, he couldn't leave, giving you time to run.

You do just that, shattering the large living room window and running, you didn't know where anything was, you followed cars with groups of people, you figured a group of people was probably going out, somewhere with people. You got to a populated area and upon asked someone brought you to the police office, you were frantic and bloody from the glass, of course, they'd help.

As soon as you got in you approached the secretary-like desk. You said your name and your situation, you spoke fast and stumbled over words, everyone's attention was on you.

“Can you repeat your name for me?”

You do, as they say, shaking as you hear a motorcycle, you look out the window, seeing a person with long hair spreading off, you let out a sigh of relief. You hear typing as you turn back to the officer, you watch as she reads the screen, her face changing as she reads, concern and understanding on her face. Then she repeats your first name, but instead of your last name coming from her lips, Xyx’s last name comes out.

“No- that's- that's not my name!”

You yell at the lady, another officer comes up to the desk, quickly reading the computer before moving over to you, defensively, they see you as dangerous. The seated officer speaks again, starting with your name, the fake one, you figure this is your file even if it's labeled wrong. You zone back in as the officer reads from the screen.

“...They often have extreme hallucinations, these hallucinations revolve around being a victim of a kidnapping, or being controlled, and tortured.”

You ignore every other noise as the officer says more.

“Then there's a list of times this has caused public disruption and harm to civilians. It also says that your husband is your main caretaker, other than your doctor. A court order that you are only allowed out in public if assisted by your husband or a trained professional. Is your husb-”

“HE’S NOT MY HUSBAND!”

You scream at the women, you watch as the two officers make eye contact, the women make a slight nod, then the other officer moves towards you. You shake your head, ready to scream as the officer tries to grab you, but before you can say anything you hear him.

“Don't touch them! They're fine. Love I’m here, breath.”

Then you feel him, his hands holding yours as he looks into his eyes, he looks like he cares. You continue to shake. His gaze shifts from a caring husband to the man you know him for, he dares you, telling you to see what happens if you don't play along. You nod your head signaling that you'll be good.

“I'm so sorry officers, I knew it was getting worse, but the doctors were unavailable and I had work, I know I should have stayed with them, bu-”

“We understand sir, you still have a duty to uphold.”

“I'm glad you understand, thanks for calling me. I was looking for them as soon as I realized they left. I'm so glad they're not majorly injured. Thank you so much, well be on our way now, but truly thank you.”

Your mind raced, when did they call him? Why? Why was your name his? Why was your file filled with lies? Would anyone ever believe you? Would you ever escape? You wanted to know the answers. So when you got to Xyx’s home you were ready to ask him, but with one look you had the answer you needed. You would never escape, you were his living doll. He recreated you, the way you look, the way you live, the way people see you. He controlled everything about you.

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You had been messaging Quest all day about visiting him. Asking him for his advice about what tickets you should get, what days you should fly, how many days you should stay? He hadn't responded until you were both off work, but he didn't answer any questions, he just ignore everything you said and sent what seemed like a cold message.

We need to talk. Message me when you get home, then we can call. I have something to tell you.

Your anxiety started to make guesses about what he could mean, what he wanted to talk about and why. You rushed home after reading the message, when you got home you sent a message saying you'd wait for him to call. And that's what you did, for about ten minutes, you sat there watching yourself on the screen, fixing your appearance to distract yourself. You froze when his face appeared on screen, but you quickly got over it and greeted him.

"Hi!"

There was a pause, there was never a pause. Quest sighed before he let out a low hello.

"Hey."

It was apparent that something was wrong, his voice was low, his eyes avoiding the camera, the way he fidgeted with his hands. Your instinct to comfort who you love kicked in.

"Are you okay Quest? Do you want t-"

"I need you to be quiet for a minute."

You're interpreted by Quest, he rarely interrupted you, it made you uncomfortable. Even though his tone wasn’t rude, and he clearly wasn't trying to be you still felt offended, but you obeyed anyway not wanting to worsen your lover's mood. You gave him the time he needed, quietly fidgeting with yourself as you anxiously waited. You looked away for a millisecond only to hear your name whispered in a painful voice, you whipped your head back to the screen, meeting Quest's eyes.

"I have something to confess. I've known about it for a while but I was in denial, but now I feel that I just haven't admitted it to protect you. I truly care about you, you have been so caring, understanding, and loving. You make an amazing partner..."

You smiled at the praise as you held eye contact with your boyfriend through the screen before he broke it.

"But..."

"Not for me. I don't love you romantically."

He paused, again, it was still unnatural for him to let the silence shine, but you weren't focused on that. Your mind became a jungle gym for your anxiety. Possible ending for the sentence bouncing around your brain, making your heart race with all the exercise it was being put through. You waited for Quest to continue, begging him to shut down your anxiety. You watch as his eyes flicker back up to yours, then away, then again but this time he holds it. He finishes his confession, his voice emotional but still, matching his eyes.

Your breathing hiccups as your heart freezes, Quest sees your reaction but doesn't hesitate to continue, his voice now filled with guilt.

"I love you as a person, as a friend. I thought I loved you romantically but I realized I loved the idea of being loved. When you told me how you felt, I felt ecstatic that it was possible for someone to love me even after knowing about my life, my past. Though I realized I loved the care you had for me, and I tried. After I realized it wasn't romantic love I tried to fall in love with you, fake it till it came true, but-"

Quest pauses as you let out a loud sob, your hand flying to your mouth, imprisoning your voices. You see the pity on Quest's face, you nod for him to keep going.

"But when you started to plan a trip to visit me, I felt guilty, I knew I had to tell you before you spent all that money just to see a boyfriend who doesn't love you the way you thought he did."

You catch a glimpse of yourself, how messy the tears have made your face, you turn off the camera, ashamed. You watch Quest reaction through the clouded vision of your tears, his eyebrows crease together when he sees your face disappear, he recovers before continuing.

"I'm- I'm really sorry, I want you to know that, I know I hurt you and I understand that you need time, but please know that I still care for you, and I still want to be your friend and that I'm grateful for everything you've done for me."

Quest finishes talking, he waits for any resonance, but when he doesn't get one he sighs.

"I'll be going now, and once again, I'm sorry, for everything, you deserve better."

He leaves the call, leaving you alone, you don't bother leaving as you cry and scream, hoping no one joins the call.

Wip Wednesday

Part two of, not my partner

" did you here the news"

" yeah, 3 months"

" why you so down?"

" 3 months"

" that's what he said. Seriously are you okay"

" we broke up 3 months ago"

' what"

" quest broke up.woth me 3 months ago"

" wait. You said it was mutual"

" I lied, I didn't want to tell people how.stupid I am

"Wow wow, your not stupid, things with you and quest didn't work out. That life."

"After I realized it wasn't romantic love I tried to fall in love with you, fake it till it came true when you started to plan a trip to visit me, I felt guilty, I knew I had to tell you before you spent all that money just to see a boyfriend who doesn't love you the way you thought he did. "

You stopped talking, looking down at your lap, you stared and your hand as it picked at your pants. Your stayed staring and picking as you added more

" that's what he said to me.Know you now how stupid i was.

Xyx sat on the other side of the screen, silent. It killed you, you  had to stop it

“ We were together for 11 months, almost a year. We broke up 3 months ago, and- according to quest, he got with his girlfriend also 3 months ago.”