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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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Don't Speak 17

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Are we ready to hate Andy some more? It seems to be a pattern around here.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

Your head swells, throbbing even in the silence. You can hear Andy once in a while, distant and vague, moving around the floor below. You hug your stomach as it caves in on itself. You know you’re hungry but the thought of food just makes you nauseous. You stay hidden, behind your eyelids, beneath the blankets, and wallow in hellish agony.

The pain dulls as you hear the window rattle. You dare to glance past your lashes and see a few droplets along the glass, the sky dark and swarthy with clouds. The glare of streetlights glints off the pelleting rain as it speckles the window.

Some pressure lets off but not enough. You roll over and sink down again. You long for sleep, you crave it. Those long, deep sleeps that make the hours disappear, that skew days, and help forget your life. That heavy void next to death.

You hover between the guest room and your unconscious. Like a pendulum you swing between what’s real and the doubts that paint dire visions on your eyelids. Amber’s pleas at the library, her accusations, her disappointment. You almost want to believe she’s telling the truth. That maybe you are wrong.

Even if you are, it’s too late. That futility drags you further down the pit. You fall onto your back and drape your arm over your face. You whimper as your whole body aches.

“Dove,” Andy’s voice startles you.

You let your arm slip down to your chest as you see his shadow in the doorway. He fills it easily, appearing even bigger as the light behind from the hallway limns his silhouette. He steps over the threshold and closes the door. You whimper as you lose him in the dark. You can’t tell if this is a nightmare or not.

He finds his way to the small lamp on the bedside table, a loud click before it blooms to life. You groan again as he looks down at you. His hands go to his hips as you shield yours over your eyes. Even the soft yellow haze is too much for you.

You shut your eyes and feel the bed shift. He sits on the edge and you wince as he touches your arm. He is as hot as fire. You want him to go. You want to be alone. The only person who’s ever seen you like this is Amber, you don’t want him to know how truly pathetic you are.

“Hey,” he coos softly, “you alright?”

Your mouth is dry. Your throat too. You have to peel your tongue back to make it work and swallow deeply, trying to wet it. Your voice crackles as you force it out, “sleepy. My head hurts.”

“Aw, honey,” he touches your forehead. His warmth is almost soothing as he covers your skin with his palm. The scent of his cologne whispers up your nose. “How about I get you some tea? You should have something to drink at least.”

“I’m… just going to sleep,” you wilt as you try to turn your face away from him. He is too strong. “I’m okay…”

“Honey,” he girds as he brings his hand down your cheek and strokes it, “you haven’t been eating. I’m not stupid. Have some tea, that’s the least you can do.”

“Andy…” you squeak and reach up to touch the back of his hand, only to recoil shyly as you feel the thick veins along the back of it, “I’ll eat tomorrow.”

“Dove, you’re going to sit up,” he insists, trailing his hand down your neck, a shiver crawling over you as his other brushes up your arm.

When he has you firmly by the shoulders, he sits you up. You whimper as the stabbing pain it sends up your spine to the base of your skull. Your head lolls forward and you hold it, whining at the thrumming agony.

“Andy… please,” you croak, “I need to sleep.”

“No, you need to take care of yourself,” he retorts, leaning in to fix the pillows behind you. He stacks them up and props you back against them, “alright, you stay like that,” he folds the blanket to your waist, “and I’ll go make you some tea.”

“It hurts,” you keep your head in your hand, “I told you…”

“Look, Amber let you be like this, because that meant she could control you,” he rests his hand on your leg. You twitch and keep your face hidden as you peek past your palm, staring at his fingers. On you. Touching you. “You’re not going to fall back into old habits, right, honey?”

He finally moves his hand away from your lap and pulls yours from your face, “you’re going to be better, I know it. You know, I’m just helping you. I’m helping break the patterns she made.” He gives a stern frown, “she conditioned you to be like this, you are not this.”

“Please,” you yank your hand down and clasp both over your chest, “I’m tired… I feel sick.”

“You aren’t sick. You’ve been starving yourself,” he accuses, “you’re lucky I didn’t make you sit at that table and clear a plate. What I am going to do is watch you drink the tea I make you. All of it.”

He stands and heaves darkly. You move your arms to hug yourself and hang your head. You’re ashamed. Amber was never like this, she was always subtle, she never accused you. But maybe that’s the problem. Maybe he’s right. She only enabled your helplessness.

You sniff, “thank you, Andy.”

He hums, gristly like a growl, and touches your hair, “I’m only trying to help, dove.”

“I know,” you squeak and keep your eyes down, ashamed.

He turns stiffly on his heel. You wait as he leaves, almost reluctantly, and shudder as another tide of pain flows through you. You ache to the bone, your insides feel as if they’re peeling away, and your head is pounding like a drum.

You let your head fall back against the pillows as you slouch into them. You don’t have the strength to sit up. Your arms slip down and your hands lay lazily on your lap.

You listen to the small clinks and creaks from below. The house muffles a lot of sound, you might even assume the little noises were nothing more than the natural settling of the house. Andy’s footsteps aren’t clear until they’re down the hall and you brace yourself for his arrival.

He comes into the room with a steaming cup. You notice the gray dove painted on the porcelain, a string of leaves framing it. He lowers himself to the edge of the bed again and takes your hand. He puts the cup in your hand, weaving your fingers through the handle before cautiously letting go.

You bring the rim near your nose and inhale. You blow away the steam but it rises quickly again. You feel the heat roiling off of it. You lower it to rest in your lap and raise your drooping eyes to Andy. He’s watching you intently.

“I’m sorry,” you utter.

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, “I’m worried. I wanna make sure you’re okay. You being sorry means I’m angry. I’m not.”

You gulp down your words. He sure sounds angry. You look back at the amber coloured tea. It smells slightly gingery but you’re not sure of the flavour.

“Promise, I’ll drink it.”

“Like I said, I’m not going until you do,” he says.

“It’s really hot.”

“So wait for it to cool down,” he instructs as if you’re a child. “I don’t mind waiting.”

You languish in the ensuing silence. Your eyes are drawn to the subtle twiddle of his fingers, how he runs his thumb up the side of his index. You only notice then that he’s changed. He’s in a pair of gray sweats and a dark blue tee. He must be on his way to bed. That thought makes you feel worse; you’re keeping him awake.

You raise the cup and blow on it again. You brave the scald of the tea and take a big gulp. You force it down as the heat rolls over you. It is soothing if not a bit stringent.

“Good,” he says as he turns his head, “is it okay?”

“Mhhm,” you nod, not able to muster the fib out loud. The flavour tugs at your cheeks and clings to your tongue.

“Dove,” he softens his tone, “I’m sorry if I come across angry, it’s not what I mean, you know? I always had that problem. My worry translates to something else. I could never be angry with you, but I’m scared.”

“Scared?” You lean the cup on your chest, cradling it with both hands.

“Yeah, I’m scared for you,” he says as if it’s obvious, “seeing you the way you’ve been, I want you to be healthy. I want you to be happy.”

Your eyes sting and you lower your lashes. You’re embarrassed. Despite all your effort, he saw through you.

“Tomorrow’s a new day, huh? You’ll get up and have breakfast with me, and we’ll start again,” he puts his hand on your knee, squeezing through the blankets, “I’m here for you, honey. We’re in this together.”

You stare into the tea. His words make your heart race. Together? His touch adds to the fluttering. His thumb moves, back and forth, and you repress a shudder. You never noticed before how often he touches you. You’re not used to it.

“Okay…” you resign to the depths of the tea, “I’ll try.”

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You don’t get out of bed the next day. You can’t. You hug a pillow over your head, your tears staining the bedsheet as they slip out unbidden. You feel that hollowness, the sort in which you feel like everything inside you is just draining out of you.

When Andy comes down the hall, you hear him. You listen to the bathroom door click and the subsequent flush of the toilet. There’s some time before he emerges again and he continues to the stairs. You exhale, thinking he might have forgotten your empty promise.

No. He returns. He steps echoing and sonorous in your mind as he comes back upstairs. He taps on your door. You don’t move. He knocks louder and calls your name. You can’t.

He opens the door, “dove,” he says.

You stay still, arm hooked over the pillow you keep over your head. You sense him get near but don’t react as you feel him grip your shoulder. He shakes you but you don’t respond. It’s as if he exists on the other side of a wall.

“Dove, come on, I’m gonna get breakfast ready,” his voice sounds miles away despite his proximity, “you like pancakes?”

Your stomach growls loudly. You let it constrict but don’t move. You feel a tug on the pillow and grasp it tighter. Can’t he take a hint? Go away. Leave me alone.

He grabs the pillow with both hands and rips it away. You cry out and hide beneath your bent arm. He sighs as he tosses the pillow onto the floor.

“Why are you doing this?” He rasps.

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to explain it. You are not doing this, but you can’t stop it. You can’t do anything, that’s the problem.

“You have a lot to do. Work on your resume? Do some painting?” He says it as if it should be encouraging, as if it isn’t oppressive and crushing. “Spend some time with me, dove.” He bends over you, rubbing your shoulder, “you’re okay. Let me take care of you, honey.”

You sniffle and remain shielded behind your arm. You feel the tension change in his touch as he grips you firmly. He puts a knee on the bed, leaning on it.

“Don’t ignore me,” his voice takes on an edge that chills you.

You suck back your tears and shake your head, speaking into the mattress, “please, go… leave me alone–”

“Honey, don’t speak to me like that,” he warns, “I’m being nice and very patient. You’ll feel better once you eat but you need to get up and get dressed.”

You tremble in a surge of dread and guilt. He’s figuring it out. You’re useless, you’re nothing.

You wriggle free of his hand and roll onto your back. You push yourself up, dizzy and wobbling as you can barely keep yourself upright. You look at him through the dim shadow of the drawn curtains.

“Please, I can’t–”

“Stop saying that,” he hisses, “you can. Why are you being like this?”

“Andy,” you whimper.

“Is this because of her? Because your sister? You know she was only ever using her and you’re what? Crying over her? I’m trying to help you move on. To help you grow. She never wanted that for you–”

“No, no! Be quiet. Don’t say that,” you cover your ears, “please, stop–”

He goes to say something but thinks better of it. You watch how his jaw squares and ticks, “but it’s the truth. You were just a toy for her. She could play with her doll and make herself feel more human.”

“Please,” you beg, panic swirling in your chest, “please, that’s not true.”

“You know it is, that’s why you’re here. That’s why you left her. Dove, you did that, not me.”

“Please, please, please,” you hunch over your knees, hugging them as you rock, “stop it. Stop.”

“I’m not going to stop telling the truth,” he sneers, “but you’re going to stop acting like a child. You’re going to get out of bed and come eat–”

He grabs your wrist and tugs it away from your legs. You feel a sudden bloom, a frantic sort of sensation, fear that drowns you to the point of gasping. You lash out with your other hand, hitting his wrist as you free your other arm. He grunts as you fall back against the mattress.

“What– why would you do that?” He growls.

“You were hurting me.”

“I’m helping you,” he insists, “you are being a brat.”

“I’m not. I told you to leave me–”

“You’re in my house, this is my bed, my room, my kindness that you are living on,” he barks over you. You wince and reel from the sheer volume, the furious tone of his voice, “the least you can do is get dressed and come eat breakfast with me.”

You clutch your cheeks and pout at him, “why are you yelling?”

He sighs and his eyes flicker. You shrink down as you stare up at him. He crosses his arms, then pulls them apart. He brings his hands up to his face and combs his fingers through his beard.

“I don’t like to yell,” his voice cracks, “I don’t yell, dove.” He turns away, “I’ve never… I’m sorry.” He strides away, still holding one side of his head, “not until you.”

He staggers, as if he can barely keep his balance, and leaves the door open in his stead. You stare after him and it all sinks in. It’s all your fault. He’s right. You’re a child, a brat, and you pushed him over the edge. He’s done all this for you and all you can do is lay in bed and mope.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #defending jacob #don't speak #series #library au #au

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generalsdiary · 19 days

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a tired gem

Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

warnings: description of overstimulation (not the sexual one)

word count: less than 1k

a/n: back again with another mental health + comfort oneshot about the gays lol, not beta read, we go to superhell with aventurine and castiel

description: Aventurine comes home overstimulated and tired, later comforted by Dr. Ratio

Aventurine's hands felt like they were on fire, they felt swollen, the day was too hot. he is rapidly taking the gloves off his hands, the pretty golden rings off his fingers, the expensive watch slipping from his wrist- and running them under a cold stream of water. Aventurine raises his head, meeting his own gaze in the mirror.

despite the years passing, and him getting older - it still comes back to bite him in the ass. the way his skin feels like it is burning, the overanalyzing of too many people around him – because what if he could be in danger, or even what if someone calls him a fraud, or sees through his oh-so fragile façade. there was too much noise- too many conversations surrounding him, too many unpleasant and various smells- it brings it all back. the starving scorching hot days of little Kakavasha, the slavery of "blondie"... that feeling of which he doesn't even wish the recall the memories of. he feels the repulsion of any human touch settling back in him.

he had gotten better, he knows- Aventurine repeats in his head, he knows how to deal with others and exist normally. how to keep his clothes straight, clean and his shoes polished. how to appear wealthy and smell like a perfume commercial.

Aventurine takes a deep breath. it does little to calm him down, the lukewarm air filling his lungs where a crisp cold air would feel much better to him in the moment.

after rapidly taking his clothes off, and gently folding them even in this moment when he is stressed because how could he just throw those clothes away… after all, they are his mask, his stage presence so to speak, and for Aeon’s sake the price alone could feed every person on his long gone planet. he sits on the shower floor and allows the water to cool down his body- just like the rain of Sigonia-IV did. Aventurine got over it, he learned to accept and even relish in human contact- with chosen people, yet he cannot even imagine being perceived in this moment. the mere thought of it makes him squeeze his eyes shut in pain.

biting his bottom lip, which shakes slightly in anger and tiredness, he stands up. he has to take care of himself- create a safe environment- and then if he must, wallow in the pain which is overstimulation.

the water washes away any bump from a stranger passing by, any phantom touch that didn't actually happen, but he still had to mentally prepare himself for it just in case it did, any scent which isn't his own. the clean, rough texture of the towel feels pleasant on his skin as he dries up and puts on comfortable clothes.

with complete silence and everything in its right place, he lies on the bed, eyes trained on the ceiling. familiar steps approach the bedroom door and the figure leans against the frame. "rough day, dear gambler?"

Aventurine's eyes meet Veritas', not saying a thing. to the doctor, it speaks louder than words. the apparent smirk fading off, his body language turning a tad softer and he exhales. he is quick to deduce exactly how his counterpart feels. Veritas is well aware that any sound or even a question that requires verbal communication would be awful to Aventurine at this moment hence he, with a soft step, walks over to the bed and lies down beside him. not close to touch him accidentally- with a healthy distance, yet still there.

Aventurine appreciates it, the doctor had already learned how he can get... how rough it can be. feeling exhaustion wash over him, he moves to his side, and those breathtaking gem-like eyes close, letting the poor blond man rest under the watchful eyes of the older man.

a couple of hours later, he wakes up, his eyes opening to be met with a quiet Veritas reading a book in the same place, unmoving except for the occasional page turn. Aventurine quietly observes, obviously noticed by Veritas. the doctor surely noticed the shift in his, now awake, breathing, and the colorful eyes opening to stare at him.

he grounds himself in reality and in the moment, taking shorter breaths and shifting to stretch his body a bit, taking care of the soreness. he feels better, soothed... his head is quiet, and his body feels okay to exist in the present, to exist now. Aventurine outstretches his arm, and hand, barely noticeable, tugs on Veritas' shirt, causing him to move his gaze to Aventurine. beat. he hums quietly, giving him a nod in silent question. it feels inviting and safe, Aventurine moves his body closer, into the taller man's side. as he does, Veritas closes the book putting it away, and moves his arm so that Aventurine can rest his head on his collarbone.

the second part of grounding. comforting touch, from a safe person with a safe scent. there is a silent appreciation for the doctor’s frequent baths and cleanliness. Aventurine's eyes close with a soft sigh, it feels right, it feels comfortable. Veritas' hand, at first, very gently moves through the blond locks, after a few seconds of body language analysis, he continues caressing his hair. Ratio's other hand moves to his face, his thumb caressing for a moment Aventurine's cheekbone. "better?" he hums in a deep tone with a rumble in his chest.

those gorgeous watercolor eyes open, the softest smile forming on Aventurine's face and a small nod. "yes"

a/n: yes, the ‘watercolor eyes’ is a reference to the song Dear Arkansas Daughter

#those two are pure brainrot #help #aventurine #dr ratio #dr ratio x aventurine #aventurine x dr ratio #aventurine angst #aventurine fluff #dr ratio fluff #aventurine fanfic #aventurine oneshot #aventurine hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine writing #aventio #ratiorine #kakavasha

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violet-shadows · 1 year

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Moving On (Part Three)

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Summary: After loving Azriel in secret for years, you decide it’s time for you to move on.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader (She/Her)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: drugging with the implied intent to commit SA, attempted kidnapping, vomiting

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You woke the next morning to piercing pain, your head throbbing with each heartbeat. The pressure was so strong even your teeth ached and you let out a soft groan, squeezing your eyes shut. It wasn’t until you had pulled the blankets over your head to block out the light that you realized something was off. Well, something more than the pain in your head and your unsettled stomach. The blankets atop you were thinner and lighter than your own down comforter, and they smelled different as well, like fresh mountain air tinged with musk. It was a familiar and pleasant scent, but in your sleep-addled state, you couldn’t quite place it. That is until a deep, rough voice disturbed your contemplation.

“How do you feel?” Azriel asked, his voice so close he may as well have been speaking into your ear. You jumped, throwing the covers off of you, and opened your eyes despite the pain it prompted. Azriel was sitting upright in bed, his hair askew as though he had just woken up. Most notable, however, was what he was lacking: a shirt. He sat atop the covers on the border of the bed, a respectable distance from where you lay. He was still dressed in his usual black trousers, but his chest was bare and his boots kicked off. It was far from the first time you had seen him topless, but it was hard not to become flustered by the sight of the muscle-bound male half nude in bed. Several seconds of shocked silence went by as you puzzled over the scenario that had led you here, searching through fuzzy memories as you worked to reassemble the timeline in your mind’s eye. Azriel, reading your confusion, was quick to add, “Nothing happened. We just— you were sick and… how much do you remember?”

If you weren’t so consumed by the memories now flooding back to you, you might have noticed his cheeks turning crimson. Instead, you were utterly distracted by your own mortification as you recalled the events of the night prior, focusing in on exactly why Azriel was missing a shirt. Before you could stammer out an apology, the ache in your gut worsened. You shot out of bed, ignoring Azriel’s cry of surprise as you raced towards the bathing room, barely making it in time to empty your stomach into the toilet. Cool hands gathered your hair, rubbing soothing circles into your back, and when you sat up and wiped your face, a glass of water was pressed into your hands. Once the room ceased its spinning you looked up to see Azriel crouching on the floor at your side, a concerned expression on his face.

You groaned. Here was the male you had pined after for decades, shirtless and kneeling before you, and he had just watched you puke for a second time in 24 hours. You didn’t even want to think about the fact that the first time had been on him, not until you had the opportunity to wallow in your humiliation undisturbed. Despite your state, however, Azriel didn’t seem the least bit repulsed.

“Do you want me to bring you back to bed?” he asked gently. He still had a hand resting on your shoulder, and you resisted the urge to lean into his touch.

“Just leave me here to die, please,” you moaned, pressing your face into the cool bathroom wall.

“Can’t do that, sweetheart,” Azriel replied. You could hear the smirk in his voice and your heart fluttered. Sweetheart. You liked the way it sounded on his lips. “Hold on for a moment.” He stood, exiting the bathing room, and you took the opportunity to try and calm your racing heart. Having him take care of you like this, calling you pet names and holding back your hair, was certainly not helping your plan to get over him. Even so, you didn’t have the willpower to push him away. When he returned, now wearing a clean linen shirt, he was quiet as he lifted you into an effortless bridal carry, bringing you into the now-darkened bedroom. You realized then that he had drawn the curtains to ease your headache. Always so thoughtful.

When you were settled under the covers again, he perched on the edge of the bed, wings held high and tight against his back. “How much do you remember?” he asked, staring down at his scarred hands.

“I was drugged,” you croaked. “I puked on you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Azriel said, shaking his head with a soft smile on his lips. “I’m sorry that happened.” You shut your eyes and shrugged, drawing several steadying breaths while you contemplated your predicament. You should be angry, but that familiar fire failed to spark at the memory. Instead, you just felt sad… defeated even. Was this a sign, then? That love simply wasn’t in the cards for you? The pit in your stomach grew. Azriel’s voice broke the heavy silence, “I’m going to deal with him.”

You nodded, once again trying to light the fire of fury within you, as though it might burn up the growing emptiness. But again, it wouldn’t take, and you simply nodded, offering Azriel your best attempt at a grateful smile. “Thank you, Az,” you said. “For everything.”

The pounding headache was returning and you almost welcomed it. The pain would offer an effective reprieve from the dark thoughts consuming your mind. You leaned back against the pillows and sighed. “I’m—”, Azriel began, but the words caught in his throat. You waited for him to finish the thought, but he changed course after a moment. “You’re welcome.”

He took his leave after that, disappearing into the shadows before more could be said, and you let the ache in your head pull you into a dreamless sleep.

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Sticky blood coated Truth Teller, dripping down the hilt and staining the scarred hands of its wielder. Azriel blinked as if coming back into himself when the male before him drew his final breath. Rhysand had left some time ago after indelicately extracting information from Xavier’s mind. He had left Azriel to his task, then, and the Shadowsinger set to work. The rage had all but entranced him as he exacted his revenge, and when the work was finally done, he could scarcely tell how much time had passed. Hours? Days? He wasn’t sure how long he had dwelled in the darkness, but the ache in his shoulders and grumble of his stomach suggested it wasn’t a brief stint.

He wiped Truth Teller on his ruined trousers, grimacing as he realized that they, too, were marred with the blood of a coward. Despite the horror of his handiwork, he couldn’t bring himself to regret what he had done. This was the kind of work that made him an excellent Spymaster and it was a reflection of his blackened soul. The night prior, as he lay awake in his bed, studying the rise and fall of your chest, he had briefly considered what it might be like to confess his feeling for you. He imagined falling to his feet before you and begging for a chance to be yours. He pictured you agreeing, reciprocating his feelings against all odds. He thought of the kind of life you would have together, as one.

But as he stood before the male who had meant to harm you, to violate you, the cold, enduring truth settled back in. He could not burden you with his feelings, or be so selfish as to hope you might love him back. Not when he was darkness incarnate, so full of malice he almost reveled in unleashing it. No, tying you to him would change you irreparably, like ink spattered across freshly washed linen: a stain that could never be undone.

Despite having accomplished his goal, Azriel did not feel victorious. Instead, cold emptiness whirled within him as he left the cell, and he forced all thought from his mind as he made his way home. So determined was he to think of anything but you, he all but forgot where you had taken up residence while you recovered. It wasn’t until after he had barged into his own room and shed his blood-soaked shirt that he had the presence of mind to check if you were still there.

And there you were, sitting upright in bed wearing a vaguely startled expression as you looked him up and down. “You’re going to run out of shirts,” you quipped, surprising him. Heat crept up his cheeks and he smiled despite himself, and the feeling of warmth you always provoked in him bloomed in his chest, sliding over the ache there like a salve to a burn. You smiled softly in response, but when your eyes flitted down to the ruined garment at his feet, your expression turned serious. “Are you alright?”

Azriel nodded, swallowing before finding his voice. When he spoke, it was rough, and he tried to remember if it was disuse or hours of screaming that made it that way. “I’m fine,” he replied, debating his next words and hoping they might bring you comfort. “Xav— That male is dead.”

You blinked, remaining wide-eyed for a moment while you seemed to process his words, then nodded. The light in your eyes faded, receding inward, out of his reach, and the warmth you had stoked within him cooled. When it was clear you had no words to say on the matter, Azriel spoke again. “I’m doing to get cleaned up. Don’t…” he hesitated, “don’t leave.”

You nodded stiffly in answer and the ache in his chest returned.

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Finally, the anger stirred. Delayed, and evidently too late to be useful, it sprung to life within you at the revelation of Xavier’s demise. You should be happy he was gone from this world, but indignant fury snuffed out any relief you felt. You clamped your jaw shut, deciding it better to say nothing until you had sorted through your emotions, and held your breath until Azriel disappeared into the bathing room.

Helpless tears sprang to your eyes and you swiped at them furiously, willing them away. With Xavier gone, your anger was knocked careening off course, searching for a new target to lock onto. In the minutes that you waited for Azriel to emerge, you thought that he might do quite nicely.

Azriel, who had killed Xavier without giving you a chance at him. Azriel, who had cared for you, held back your hair and whispered words of reassurance. Azriel, who had avenged you as though it was his duty. Azriel, who would never be yours, yet strode about forcing you deeper into your love for him, despite your efforts to wriggle free of his pull. Did he know the agony that befell you at the mere hint of his affections? Did he care?

When he emerged from the bathing room, clean and mercifully clothed once more, you leveled a glare at him without thinking. “What’s wrong?” He asked, shifting nervously.

You floundered for a moment, searching for a lie to tell him, but the truth came tumbling from your lips before you could craft an alternative. “You killed him,” you spat.

Azriel’s brows shot up, bewilderment coloring his handsome features, and he cocked his head to one side. “What?”

“You didn’t even give me a chance at my own revenge,” you huffed. ‘You’re not mine. I don’t need you to avenge me,’ you added in your mind.

“I didn’t…” Azriel sputtered. “You were sleeping.”

“I’m not now,” you shot back. “I should have been the one. I was the one he hurt. Not you.”

Azriel’s jaw clamped shut with a click and he stalked forward, coming to stand at the end of the bed. The confusion had left him, and in its place, he almost appeared indignant. “Exactly,” he replied, his voice low and even. “He hurt you, so I ended him.”

He said it with uncanny assuredness as if explaining that the sky is blue or that the sun sets in the west. You gasped, then scoffed, “I could have ended him, given a day to get that wretched poison out of my system. I’m perfectly capable.”

“Of course you are,” Azriel replied, but you rebuffed his attempt at placation.

“I appreciate you saving me, but I can look after myself. You don’t need to feel… obligated.” Azriel’s jaw clenched and his shadows, who had been unusually subdued thus far, danced about his broad shoulders like obsidian flames.

“I don’t feel obligated,” he said, eyes meeting yours.

“Then why did you—.”

In a rare lapse of self-restraint, Azriel spoke before he thought, “Because I needed to!”

You gave him a quizzical look, then added, “if it’s a point of pride, you needn’t feel bad. It’s not like you could have known…”

“This isn’t about pride,” he nearly bit off his tongue trying to stop himself, but it was no use. “It’s about him hurting you. Do you not understand how precious you are to me?!” Just like that, the truth came spewing forth from the lips of the master of lies, pulled from him as of under some compulsion.

You sucked in a breath, the blood draining from your cheeks, and slumped backward. Seconds ticked by and Azriel agonized, torn between eating his words and spilling more truth against his better judgment. “Precious to you… as a friend,” you murmured finally. You both knew that wasn’t quite what he meant, that there was far more depth to his words than mere friendship. But you were offering him an out before he could do any more damage, and he resolved to take it.

“Right,” he nodded, his voice tight. He opened his mouth to say more, to shore up the lie with more details, but once more he found himself unable to lie and opted for silence instead.

You nodded, your face a careful mask of neutrality, and rose from his bed. “I’m sorry,” you stared at his feet, “I didn’t mean to snap. I… thank you, Az.”

You brushed past him towards the door and he found his voice, “Where are you going.”

“Back to the townhouse,” you explained. “I should let you get a decent night's sleep.” Azriel wanted to argue, to insist you stay one more night, but he knew that if he did, by sunrise he would have no secrets left and a soul left in tatters. Or worse, he would shred yours as well.

He swallowed thickly and nodded, starting towards the door. “I’ll take you.”

“I’ll ask Cassian,” you said quickly. “You’ve had a long day.” You were stepping into the hallway before he could say anything, and you turned to give him one last glance, a hint of warmth returning to your eyes. “Goodnight, Az.”

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weixuldo · 6 months

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Allow me// ch 12

Vader x Reader

a/n: IM BACK AGAIN lolll HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!!! this one is getting into the territory of the vader comics- so just to update u: the timeline is after empire strikes back, so vader has met luke by now…. i hope u enjoy! and thanks for the support:)

Time to meet the Emperor

warnings: cursing, light t0rture, angst, harm, cannon typical violence

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The room was thick with palpable tension; Vader cringed with every step he took on the way to the Emperor’ throne.

The sides of the room were lined with the emperor’s red guards, storm troopers, and other officials; today was definitely the day he was going to be made an example of.

“Good evening, Master” he bowed to the cloaked figure in front of him.

“Greetings Apprentice” he responded with that gravely voice Vader hated.

“What matters have I been called to discuss?” Vader asked, slowly rising.

Palpatine didn't immediately answer, instead he slowly rose from his throne and began to pace.

“The sith know that fear leads to anger…”

Vader felt his stomach drop, he hated hearing that.

“Anger leads to hate…”

Bright yellow eyes twitched under his helmet’s lenses.

“And hate leads to strength…but you, my friend.” Papainte finally stopped in front of him

“…Have simply wallowed in grief. You need to start all over again…”

Vader shifted his weight slightly as he felt a change in the force.

“...With fear!” Palpatine growled with a disturbing smile as electricity shot from his withered fingertips.

Vader stepped back and ignited the red saber that was always by his side.

“At Least you are not too far gone that you forget to defend yourself” his master mocked.

“Why? Why do you attack me master?” he asked, worriedly.

“You were to turn Skywalker to the dark side” another in the room added.

Vader was too engaged with his master, he couldn't quite tell who was speaking.

“Instead you let him escape. You were summoned to report to your emperor, but instead you left on a personal mission.”

Vader clenched his jaw as he felt the emperor’s electricity overpowering him.

“You discovered a group of rebels led by a handmaiden on senator Amidala, whom you should have slaughtered, instead you let her escape.”

These men would never understand him. They would never try to either.

“At best failure, at worst…treason”

The emperor halted in electrocuting his apprentice and spoke with a smile, “and what do we do with traitors?”

“We kill them”.

Before he could answer Palpatine lifted him off of his feet with a powerful force chokehold.

Vader knew this wasn’t going to end well, even so he struggled against the emperor’s grasp as he clawed at the invisible hold around his throat.

“But how can this be? You were the chosen one, were you not?” Palpatine asked mockingly as Vader convulsed at the electricity his master shot through his body.

“Destined to bring balance to the force!” Palpatine exclaimed.

He felt every piercing volt of electricity that coursed through his tired veins; he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“You are but a tool, Lord Vader… one that can be discarded once it no longer functions” his words pierced right through Vader's stone cold heart. He was nothing.

“You…you lied.” Vader managed to grit through his teeth.

“T-told me padme- told me I..” he struggled as Palpatine tightened his grip.

The emperor monologued for a moment, but Vader couldn’t make out exactly what he said.

“Let me teach you that fear again… maybe that will bring you back to power” he said with a sinister smile.

Vader screamed as searing pain shot throughout his broken body. Palpatine had just crushed three of his prosthetic limbs as well as striking his chest box so his life support began to short circuit. He fell to the floor with a hard thud and howled in pain. He was at the mercy of his master.

As he processed what had just happened, he realized his helmet had cracked as well; through the crack his pale, damaged skin and the piercing yellow of his left eye was now visible to any who dare look upon him.

Palpatine emerged from the smoke and steam coming from the broken suit, “You must find yourself again, old friend. You must relearn the primary power above all else…”

Vader winced as the loose wires from his ports scraped the floor.

“or you must die”

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The intense heat of the gaseous planet suffocated Vader's senses as he faded in and out of consciousness while a pair of troopers dragged him across the rocky shores by the stumps of his arms. After Palpatine damaged his suit, the life support system was being faulty and the lack of oxygen was affecting the sith, but he was well aware of where he was… Mustafar.

what a cruel destination.

His shoulders ached from the weight of his body and his legs were being raked over the hot coals of the shore. Soon he was harshly thrown down the slope heading towards the river of lava. A painfully familiar scene.

He groaned in agony as his sore body rolled down the incline, resting him in a nearly identical spot he had been years before. His chest began to heave and lungs tightened as the traumatizing memories fled back to his broken mind.

“The last time you were broken…I found you…and I rebuilt you” Palpatine’s sinister voice hackled as Vader suffered.

The sith attempted to speak but the painfully familiar burn of Mustafar’s molten flames licked at his damaged stumps. He threw his head back against the hard shore and cried out; his left arm desperately grasping at the gravel beneath him.

“This time…” Palpatine began.

How could one be so cruel?

“You must rebuild yourself” he smiled maniacally, before pulling Vader’s saber from his belt, “without this”.

Vader was left with the haunting view of the people who were supposed to be on his side, once more leaving him to burn on the scorching shores of the gaseous planet.

how he longed for death.

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abubblingcandle · 3 months

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19 and 21 for the unwritten/unpublished ask game?

19. Is there any scene that you feel is really planned out/going to be really planned out?

The Higgins fic (god forbid you ever leave me) is generally one that I am writing as it comes to me but the AFC Richmond and Ted Lasso of it all is in detail planned out. Jamie makes the decision just before the festive period to not return to Man City and to request a transfer ideally either somewhere in Europe or to London. He's fired his agent and picked up someone that Higgins recommended from his jazz troupe and that agent reaches out to Ted about if AFC Richmond would be interested. Cue the Diamond Dogs meeting and Higgins having to desperately try to plead Jamie's case while also not telling everyone that he has basically adopted the boy at this point

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

For whumptober (the insomnia prompt that then turned into One Step Out Of Time) I plotted out a fic where Sam started getting death threats for his public activism and Jamie taught him how to fight and how to feel safe under the looming threat of violence (all the while Sam is just sat there going "oh god is this what you feel like all the time" when Jamie is explaining the perks of hypervigilance). I wrote a scene of it and then proceeded to lose all motivation and didn't even want to look at it lol. I may come back to it if people want to see it but yeah ...

Here's the scene tho!

"Mate, you know I love you right?" Jamie bounced on the slightly too firm mattress absent-mindedly. He seemed uncaring that his friend was hunched in the bathroom between the sink and the ridge of the base of the shower. The slight pain of the raised plastic digging into his hip was the only thing that was keeping Sam's brain tethered to his physical form. He was not moving and risking losing that, even though his ass was starting to tingle from sitting on the cool hard floor for too long. This all didn't seem to bother Jamie though as he continued to move. Up and down, up and down. "So I don't mean this is to be harsh or owt but this is such a sad room to be stuck in," Jamie continued but despite the brutality of his words, his tone was soft. "Fuck you," Sam hissed, the anger sits low in his gut with the flame being fanned by the jagged breaths Sam was taking in as Jamie watched. Up and down, up and down. "Ah he speaks," Jamie beamed. "Come on, it's getting late," this time Jamie follows through his bounce and stumbles to his feet. "Yeah you should go," suddenly all the heat had faded from Sam's voice as he realised Jamie was leaving him to wallow in his fear and self pity, alone, again. "We should go mate. You don't think I'm gonna leave you here all on your lonesome?" Jamie huffed a laugh. His hand was outstretched and for Sam it felt like a lifeline. It felt like he could take Jamie's hand and everything would be ok.

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battorlstuff · 6 months

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Story - Fall of the Jock Pt.3

"My Gym Piggy is Growing"

The second video arrived the next day and the screen made it clear that this was the third week Jace had spent in that place.

It was clear that Jace's routine, or rather punishment, had continued. His body was no longer as tight and fit as before. Instead, Jace looked different, his muscles looked deteriorated, the young and once an adonis seemed weaker, he didn't even speak when the man entered the room and patted his stomach.

Jace's abs were no longer as defined, but with each Jace's heavy breath they disappeared. The man came in with a huge chocolate cake the size of the table he was carrying it on, the chocolate seemed to be melting and spilling all over the tray and then some messages appeared on the screen.

"I like to keep the temperature high, I even turn on the heating, as you know everything I feed our boy is soaked in a substance that makes him horny, I think the heat helps improve the effect, plus look at him all sweaty, Isn't that how gym rats like Jace like to be?

This heat also helps keep him weaker, we don't want Jace to be rude right? It's been 4 days since he doesn't fight back or try to resist, perhaps he has learned his place."

The lights turn on and Jace seems to react, he closes his eyes and suddenly the man slaps his no longer so defined face a few times.

"HeyJace! We're celebrating your 20th day here and the soon disappearance of those damn abs" the man laughed and looked at Jace's stomach, the lines of his muscles were barely visible, the guy's smile grew bigger as he tried to the sweaty one Jace's skin and saw how the boy wanted to move away from his cold touch, so he left his left palm there feeling the breath of his prey who used to be so arrogant and now looked scared, a step back and a little momentum ends in a fist that sank deep into the boy's abdomen, Jace only moaned and spit out saliva, feeling as if the man's fist burst his insides and darted his body from his navel to his lower back.

With that he placed the cake on the floor and turned to Jace who was hunched over, still breathless and in pain.

"This fatty is now stronger than you, huh?" He taunted his captor by pulling his hair to raise his head and look at him, a confused face and an open mouth as saliva continued to come out was all he saw.

He looked at his body past his now soft stomach, his arms were bigger but lacking definition, they looked swollen and a little greasy, his triceps were definitely gone although he could still see Jace's biceps, his once toned and slim feet. . They were a little fat, his thighs undoubtedly took the worst part, it was as if the fat were stagnating in them, they are completely soft, the calves were still there, barely. On his neck and jaw a small double chin was beginning to grow, it was as if his beautiful body was being covered under a thin layer of fat and was beginning to swell.

"This has only just begun and you don't look so good anymore" that was true Jace seemed exhausted and weak, the bags under his eyes were noticeable and his muscles were fading with each calorie that the man has made him swallow, his pecs were already not so good. strong nor pronounced like the first day he arrived, instead they seemed to swell and droop a little and his sharp face looked softer and rounder.

He lifted him out of the chair, but his ankles and wrists were still tied, he dragged him and threw him straight into the huge cake. Jace's chest and face sank into the chocolate coating, the man stood behind him and put his foot on Jace's back so he would stay there.

"You know what to do or else" he took out a teaser from his pocket and made it buzz, the simple sound sent shivers down the jock's spine, Jace just obeyed.

His face, neck, pectorals and his stomach were covered in chocolate, his mouth and face completely covered in crumbs and frosting.

Jace ate, burying his face in the bread and chocolate, it was like watching a pig wallowing in the mud. The man pressed his foot a little more on Jace's back while he laughed, the weight made the boy sink into the cake and almost choke, he raised his head again and continued eating, the man was hard watching the scene.

A message appeared on the screen:

"The cake was full of the drug, if you see..." a zoom was made to Jace's crotch "Our fattening pig is getting hard, although not harder than me. Look, his penis is already erect and leaking chocolate, maybe I should help him clean himself, but first he must finish eating."

Jace's stomach swelled more and he was holding a quarter of the big cake, his belly button popped out and Jace let out a big belch while his penis became completely hard, playfully kicking his balls of Jace and the little pig, afraid of punishment, continued eating.

From there the man and the camera had a good view of Jace's already flaccid butt, of all the parts of his body his hard buttocks seemed to be the ones that were ruined the fastest, turning into a gelatinous and shapeless mass, all that was needed was to expand that greasy mass now.

Jace swallowed, crawling over the large tray full of the remains of the cake, while he took bites here and there hoping that it would soon be finished.

His abdomen hurt and was swollen, he was barely a little more than a quarter of the cake when he stopped for the first time, he waited for the teaser to download, instead he received a strong kick in his groin, with his member erect it was even more painful. The first kick to his crotch was so hard that he lifted him off the ground for a few moments. A second kick to his balls made him howl in pain, a third colliding with his full stomach, eliciting grunts and belches from Jace.

When the man lifted his foot again Jace rushed to take a bite, but that didn't save him, the heavy boot collided with his left cheek and the pain almost made him choke.

The man let him continue, but raised the temperature a little, enjoying seeing the arrogant gallant in these conditions. Jace was crawling on the cake soaked in sweat and chocolate, panting from the sudden heat and how much he had eaten, burping constantly, and still hard and horny as hell.

More than half of the cake was gone and Jace stopped again, without strength he simply collapsed on the cake and waited for the blow, but this time the man pulled his jacket, fitting his nails into his balls, it was horrible, he squeezed his balls without stop and when he saw that Jace was still not eating he began to kick after kick in his crotch.

After more than ten kicks and recoiling in pain, Jace moved a little and buried his head in the rest of the cake taking small bites only for the man to stop.

Soon his torso was covered in a layer of sweat and chocolate frosting, his breathing heavy as he struggled to take another bite.

Fed up with Jace's small bites, the man simply picked up Jace's body and threw it on top of the rest of the cake. Jace rolled over and was covered in chocolate. The man bent down and took a piece of the cake that was lying on the cake with his hands. Jace's stomach and shoved it into the boy's mouth. So he continued to "clean" Jace's body and feed him, running a finger across his navel, lowering his hand to his hip and finally sliding his finger across Jace's hard penis until he reached the top. tip.

He massaged a little and cleaned the chocolate from the tip of his penis, smearing it with frosting and precum, taking it to Jace's mouth and making him lick it, before giving him a strong slap on his stomach or rather belly, his abs were not visible and his stomach came out to the delight of his captor. Who ran his tongue all over his penis along it and making the stud moan.

Jace squirmed, hating that this guy was turning him on, but he couldn't hold back all those moans in his throat. The man took several bites of the cake himself and shoved a few more pieces into Jace's mouth, forcing him to eat. The man wouldn't release Jace's burden, not yet. He continued to massage and remove the remains of the cake from Jace's body, licked his nipples, tasted the chocolate all over his torso, and ran his tongue over every corner of his flaccid ass and long legs until Jace was moderately clean, although he left his " chocolatey" cock for later.

"Very good, but the cake wasn't everything," said the man, seeing the stallion stunned on the ground, with his back against the tray where the cake was.

He dragged a hose and attached it to a funnel, Jace is still lying on the ground trying to breathe when the man inserted the funnel into his mouth and turned on the faucet of a tank. The hose twisted and a slightly liquid pudding reached Jace's mouth. Jace's eyes became watery, because he felt like his stomach was going to burst, the flow ran down his throat and went down heavily to his belly, bulging and creating such a swelling that Jace couldn't stand, it moved from one side to the other but the flow It didn't stop.

Jace couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to vomit, but as soon as he finished that tank the man connected the hose to a smaller gallon, the special supplement for Jace. The flow began to come and Jace simply writhed on the floor sweating profusely as the shoulder caressed his body, brought his fingers to his penis and began to massage it playfully.

Soon Jace was beyond hard and agitated as the man jerked him off, he struggled, but he couldn't help but moan even with the milkshake entering his mouth. The man slowed down and Jace twisted his hips, then he stopped, and licked the chocolate off his finger while he watched the panting boy, he tasted and licked each finger and then he bent down, put Jace's penis in his mouth and began to work, going too slowly, unfortunately for Jace who wanted it all to end.

The man took a bite and Jace took a big gulp, almost choking on the liquid. When he felt Jace was ready, the man stopped again and Jace seemed more frustrated, the liquid was still making his cock throb and he felt like his stomach was being burst from the inside. So the man took a somewhat rough dildo and slid it between Jace's buttocks and turned it on. Jace was completely overwhelmed by the sensations. He even felt that his nipples were burning and the tip of his penis was throbbing. He grunted in pain and choked. .

The man had put a needle in each of his nipples and was now burying another one, a little longer and spiked, in the tip of his penis. The man gave him a smile, their gazes met, Jace's frightened eyes closed. and with a malicious laugh his captor pushed the needle until it was almost completely buried.

"Alright, let's keep playing" with one hand he took turns massaging the needles on his nipples, and with the other He masturbated him, the flow of the hose did not stop and the dildo was still on. The man massaged Jace's member very slowly, watching as the spikes of the needle pressed from the inside to the skin of the penis, causing horrible agony in Jace. A few more movements and the hose stopped but he came in buckets writhing and clenching his fists and toes.

It was horrible, the needle did not allow him to release completely and little by little and painfully the same flow of semen was pushing the needle out, which took almost five minutes to happen, being extremely painful as if his member was being torn from the inside and every time he He came and the semen pushed the spikes tore the skin, finally the needle was out.

Jace lay there weakly looking at the man who took the dildo from him and carried it back to the chair. Jace just collapsed in the chair on the verge of unconsciousness, his penis still dripping with semen and his mouth still with traces of saliva, the man patted his cheek and twisted the guides on Jace's nipples a little, he smiled Hearing him moan in pain and then he tore them off so abruptly that he left small holes, the light went off and the video ended with the sound of the man's footsteps and the door closing.

The description said: My little pig is doing well, maybe I've been very good to him, if you're wondering, Jace weighed 197 lbs at that time, the poor guy still didn't know that he would end up weighing almost 900 lbs, but leave that to me, "I'll show you how Jace got there."

Fall of the Jock Pt. 2

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brownhairedbookworm · 5 months

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Monika warps herself as near as she can to Sayori's torturer. The memories from Sayori... Sayori didn't deserve to experience them the first time, let alone just to share it with her. But feeling the fear and despair and defeat inside of Sayori's heart during the borrowed memory only served to boil Monika's blood even hotter. And she was able to identify the offender with a bit of work from her console. "You..."

Her black wings spread wide, and Monika rushes forth with a primal scream. There they are. She tackles them through the doorway of their home. Wall decorations and knickknacks clatter to the floor and shatter to pieces as their owner flies backward through the hall. With the doorway destroyed, Monika has nothing keeping her out. She stomps heavily on the floor as she approaches her target. Hissing with a sharp sneer on her face, Monika reaches down and picks them up.

She grips their neck. "I feel it. That elevated and horrified heartbeat." Monika grins, running her thumb across their carotid artery. "You're scared. As you should be. Feel free to pray to your god. But, spoilers, I won't be listening." She throws them to the ground, the impact cracking a bone or two.

Monika stands amid the half-destroyed home, looking at the defeated, terrified person sitting before her. She's panting, teeth gritted. Kill them. It will be so easy. She has the power to do it... So why won't she make that last little step...? Her fingers tremble from the torrent of emotion inside her. Type it into the console, delete them. Erase them. They hurt... Sayori...

The red rage fades from her irises as sweet, soft memories of Sayori's endless well of kindness break the ruby shell around her flaming heart. She closes her eyes and lets out an unsatisfied, but calmed sigh. Her shaking hand curls into a fist and drops to her side.

Monika leans over them, anger slowly being wrapped and contained. "...You're lucky. I'm a cruel and jealous goddess, but my lover? The one you hurt? Her heart overflows with kindness and forgiveness. Unlike me, she sees the good in everyone. I look down at you, wallowing and shaking in fear at my mere presence, and I'm asking myself why I haven't already smote you. Your cruelty and need for control over others are despicable, and you don't deserve the life you have or the love you receive..."

She straightens her back, standing at her full height. "...If I can be forgiven for those same sins, you can thank her for taming my boundless rage, just by giving me her love." Monika's black-feathered wings disappear from her back, as she turns to leave. "Maybe this will be a dream, by tomorrow. Your home certainly won't have any evidence of this little... Altercation." She begins typing into her console as she walks out of the room. Everything begins to repair itself, and reality asserts that Monika was never here.

"No matter what happens, I hope you can comprehend how much I'm holding myself back, for her sake. I can do so much worse than damaging your house and leaving a few fading bruises and cracks." She lets out a hot breath, looking over her shoulder at them. "If you hurt Sayori again, there is no force in the heavens, hell, or the earth that will stop me from erasing you from this world as painfully as possible. You'll know the suffering that only the damned can speak of. Are we fucking clear?"

Monika doesn't wait for a response before she turns her head forward and fades away into a teleportation command, as the door repairs itself and slams shut. Her would-be victim is left alone, full of fear and pain... Maybe they learned something, maybe not.

For the moment, Monika puts herself on a city rooftop. She needs to process that set of emotions that completely took over her... What better way than a poem? Monika pulls her pen and notebook from her bag and starts to write.

Burning

The flames in my blood are dim Hot enough to keep me awake But not to erupt out and harm

A bucket of water brings me peace Cooling my heart down And tempering my fury

The bucket has been spilled by another

And my flames

scorch

the earth

to ash

"...Am I just an angry person? I don't think I am... I should get back to Sayori and let her know I took care of them."

Physically drained and emotionally spent, Monika warps back into Sayori's apartment, dropping gently into her lover's bed.

#drabble #agooberscanons

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farmergilesofham · 1 year

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The First Story (That I Will Be Writing Here Because Fuck It)

Waking up in a box underground has to number among my least favourite experiences. Then again, I used to be dead.

I awoke on a Sunday morning, some four hundred years after I first died, or so my little floating friend tells me. It had just stopped raining when my hand first broke the surface. The dew and drops still hung, beaded, off the ends of long-grown blades of grass as I dug myself out of my old grave. There were a lot more graves there, cracked and overgrown, trees bursting between ancient burial stones, sun shining brilliantly down between their branches. Quite beautiful, really.

To begin with, I didn't even speak this language, but I picked up on it fairly quickly once we set our minds to it. I'm guessing I must have known it before I died the first time - and to clarify, I have died quite a few more times since then. I have retained my memories through those ends, yet still some few parts of my old life remain a mystery to me despite the wonders of the Light. Lox - my 'ghost', as he swiftly sought to inform me - tried assuring me that every Guardian loses all of who they were before being risen, and that looking into it only brings unnecessary pain. I only now agree, that it brings pain, from experience.

The little town I rose in has been overtaken by the ancient forest that its inhabitants had once cut back on so mercilessly to make space for their lives and families, and as I walked beneath the bent boughs of those ancient trees, I could feel the gentle tingling of memory at the edges of my mind. Bathed in the midmorning sun, standing at the heart of the place I was laid to rest, they came wafting back to me - those days spent with my family, with my friends, with... someone special. Lox maintains it shouldn't be possible. Maybe, maybe not. The Traveler is clearly not a choosy god, as recent events have thrown into sharp relief, but that open-armed acceptance may well be what gave me this fantastic gift. Either way, I know I had a life, and I know it wasn't too bad either.

I found my family home at the bottom of a hill, in the cool shade of mountainous evergreens, barely touched by the years. Only the windows were gone, and that from the wood rotting away. As I entered, with my pale wisps of recollection bundled tightly in one hand, I at first felt nothing. Disappointed, I headed deeper into the house - an old kitchen, now the house of a family of squirrels and one very large frog; a bedroom, the remains of a bed, dry and dusty; a bathroom, tasteful if a little cracked; a staircase, spiraling up to the next floor. I came to a new room, with faded yellow walls and rotted wooden floors, and of a sudden found myself on my knees, then on hands and knees, then barely able to see for the tears.

I had lived here. This had been my home. I had spent some of my happiest years here, those heart-rending memories shouted at me. I had slept on a bed and looked at the stars, yelled those recollections, I had slept under the little stars and heard the songs of long ago, spun out by the voices of my mother and father. I cried until the tears couldn't come, then stayed in place, wallowing in the loss. And yet, it was those same remembrances of a life lost that stood me on my legs once more; it had been and gone, yes, and I would never see my loved ones again, but now that I lived - now that I remembered - they would never disappear. Not so long as I draw breath. Four hundred years ago, I was a carpenter and part-time artist. I made tables and chairs and balustrades and, sometimes, even door frames. Each piece made with meticulous effort, each given over with utmost care. I checked after them, at the top of the hill. Six of them outlived me by half a millennium. I rather like that. I hope to check in on them again in the future.

My reveries were cut short, however, when Lox politely informed me that I had a duty to the People of the Last City of Humanity - a city built at the foot of an enormous celestial sphere, the Traveler, which seems to have arrived at some point in the twenty-first century. Fancy that. And, as I soon came to learn, there is good reason why it is called the Last City.

I first encountered them about a day's journey away from my grave, and at first I thought they were ordinary travelers on the road, in some sense similar to me. Talking amongst themselves, pulling along some manner of materials in a hand cart - I was delighted! Except then I got closer and noticed some odd things. One of them was easily the height of a door frame, probably taller. Several had more than one pair of arms. The first one that saw me screamed, but it was no human scream - guttural, chittering, piercing my ears, it screamed in surprise and terror before levying a weapon at me. That got the rest's attention, and of a sudden I was in the sights of seven alien creatures the likes of which I had never seen before. A little voice, whispering from within my slapdash poncho, informed me these were 'Fallen'. Fallen from where, and how? As it stood, these few seemed to be doing quite alright for themselves.

I felt something then, a sort of tingling - not the same as when my memories returned, being this time a tingling in my fingers - which slowly rose in intensity until a further whispered hint suggested I should imagine what I most needed right then and there. It should be what immediately comes to mind, Lox said. So I set my mind to it - and with a brilliant flash of light and heat, I held a lovely golden walking staff. I genuinely do not know what Lox expected, even knowing as I do now that this was the telltale sign of enough accumulated power for a 'Super', but my would-be assailants seemed even more surprised when I waved "hi" and set off on the path again, now using the staff for some well-earned back rest. I had, afterall, been walking for more than an entire night and day straight, and was loath to stop lest I bump into less accommodating company.

I have heard eleven different retellings of that encounter, and only two of them are accurate to my recollection. As for the rest, all seem to involve some manner of battle with wildly different arrangements of combatants - sometimes I was with a group of fifty, other times it was an accidental duel. I have not tried particularly hard to dispel these differing accounts, although the people who should know the truth do so, and that is enough for me.

Following that strange encounter, and my very handy walking staff disappearing from my hands mid-step, I was cautioned to probably have something to defend myself with, were an adverse situation ever to arise. So, when next chance came, I put some of those old memories to use. These hands remember how to split and quarter and log, perhaps even without knowledge of my past, and in short order I had the raw materials for a quarter stave. One problem was the lack of knife, but Lox pointed out that some risen folk could, quite handily, summon a knife for indefinite periods. How fortuitous, though it took some concentration to get the right sort of knife. By the end of the day, I had a nice quarterstaff, sanded to a dull lustre and in need of a bit of oiling.

That evening, I used my power to make a fire. Sitting there, in the warmth, I could finally appreciate how completely empty the landscape was - even the animals one would normally expect, birds and deer and the like, were largely absent. It was as if the land itself were holding its breath, be it for fear or in preparation before something dramatic, I had no way to know.

I met my first Hive six days out from home, harassing a group of travelers. Before my revival, I had never counted myself a violent person, but something primal was sparked in me as I saw those thrall. Toying with human lives, acting like it was some kind of game, as if their power gave them the right to destroy people's lives for fun. Not on my watch. I was rather too angry to think about what it was I summoned to hand before stepping in to fight, but it wasn't a terrible surprise to find that the first Thrall's head was ripped clean from its shoulders by a glowing, fiery hammer. Its body stayed upright for a moment more before toppling to the ground, clawed arms splaying out to its sides. Then things got bloody.

I found out afterwards that those Hive had been stalking the wanderers for weeks, always just a day or two behind, until a broken ankle had slowed the people's pace enough to get caught. That day, I swore to myself that I'd protect anyone I could find, and avenge those I could not.

Perhaps I will tell more of my story to you later.

For now, I bid you a fond farewell.

-Robin

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny oc #destiny hive #destiny titan #oc story #oc character #destiny ghost #destiny guardians #first story #part one perhaps #sci fi writing #fantasy #woo tags #woo!#robin of loxley

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kieralopez · 4 months

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𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛…

𝙊𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮

the crunching of leaves under worn-in dr. martens. aimlessly walking around a seemingly empty art museum. thrifted clothing loitering every corner of your bedroom floor. chipped black nail polish. using your headphones as a way to avoid speaking to people. substituting honest with sarcastic and then hating how mean you were once you walk away. sorrow is like a black cat that purrs as it rubs up against your legs. to you, a friend is always with you; counting the books at the bottom of your tote and the ghosts that plague your head. you're looking for something, but you just can't reach it. i thought when tragedy struck, you weren't supposed to let it change you?

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨

Honey by Halsey || " She stings like she means it, she's mean / ... She's hell in a basket, just making a racket "

Final Girl by Chvrches || " Keeping secrets until everything became a bit too loud / I can wash it down / I could drown it out / ... By writing sentences I used to think were quite profound "

Panic Room by Au/Ra || " The lights spark and flicker / With monsters much bigger / Than what I can control now "

1980's Horror Film by Wallows || " She walked me back / Intro her room / But just to see / A 1980's Horror film / ... She said she's not really into guys "

Seashore by The Regrettes || " You're talking to me like a child / Hey, I've got news, I'm not a little girl / And no I won't give you a little twirl "

Nightmare by Halsey || " C'mon little lady, give us a smile / No, I ain't got nothing to smile about / I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for / A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing "

Witches Burn by The Pretty Reckless || " Down on my knees when you call me a dog / 'I go cold like the change in seasons / 'Til I get close enough for a blade / To stick it in, then I'll spit on your grave "

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽 𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚 ( 𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 )

original me by Yungblud feat. Dan Reynolds || " I'm self-critical, tryhard original / Oh, I pride myself on that, such a loser, I'll admit it / And I ask myself / When my time will come / Will I run away? "

Sincerity is Scary by The1975 || " You try and mask your pain in the most postmodern way / You lack substance when you say, something like, "Oh, what a shame" / It's just a self-referential way that stops you having to be human "

Baby, You're a Haunted House by Gerard Way || " And the nights, they last forever / And the days are always making you blue / In the dark we laugh together / Cause the misery's funny to you "

stfu by phem || " shut the fuck up with your self help shit / Roll me a blunt and let me handle it / Sittin' in the dark, in the silence / I cried all night and I feel sick "

madhouse by Nessa Barrett || " Go ahead, take a peek / Maybe let you under the hood / I'll scare the shit out of you more than anything else ever could / I scare myself sometimes "

Icarus by With Confidence || " And I heard / With every emphasis you put, on every word / With every lesson you taught but never learned / ... You think you really tried, did your best "

Numb by Linkin Park || " Can't you see that you're smothering me? / Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control / Cause everything that you thought I would be / Has fallen apart right in front of you "

#cape.task:001 #{ she's hell in a basket just causing a racket || musing. }

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wistfullywaiting2 · 1 month

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Odasaku, Sasaki, and the orphanage headmaster are all buried in the same cemetery.

So Kunikida, Atsushi, and Dazai all run into each other grave visiting regularly and politely pretend they don’t. They never acknowledge the meaning behind the bouquets brought, even if all of them know the others know flower language. They never acknowledge the tear streaks down Atsushi’s face, or the solemn look on Kunikida’s. Atsushi never points out how the scent of whiskey is always a bit stronger on Dazai’s coat. They never acknowledge the location of their accidental meetings.

Sometimes Kunikida might offer to take them to get food, or Atsushi will offer a random hard candy from his pocket, on colder days Dazai might lend his coat. None of them are really themselves when faced with grief, and none of them will to hold it against each other.

#bsd #atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #nakajima atsushi #kunikida bsd #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #doppo kunikida #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd headcanons #idk #on the floor wallowing in pain as we speak #Meow #bsd sasaki #she slays #oda sakunosuke #wahhhh #sobs them #Dazai lending Atsushi his coat dies #I will never forget how even though Chuuya is characterized as someone who abuses alcohol Dazai is the one who’s canonically an alcoholic #Chuuya is always seen drinking in a social aspect and doesn’t abuse alcohol as much as he just overestimates his limit #While the only time we see into Dazai’s apartment we see and an excessive amount of empty bottles #Implying that Dazai drinks heavily when he’s alone #which is a huge trait of alcoholism #Using this moment to mention my HC that because of the scene in chapter 39 Atsushi doesn’t like hard candy

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This is my second cigarette. I’ve had this balcony for four years and this is the first time I’ve actually been out here. It’s fitting I chose to bring nothing but this cigarette and the lighter I’ve had no use for but for candles for the last two years. It’s funny Target won’t let you buy a lighter if you’re not 21.

I’ve finished the cigarette. I’m sitting next to its butt and its ashes. I have to clean up before my parents come home but I can’t bring myself to get up. I can’t bring myself to do much lately. I am trapped in a cycle I don’t know how to break. I destroy my lungs or my stomach lining (I destroy my lungs and my stomach lining) thinking they’ll bring me peace and relief and they do but not without making me sick right after. So fucking sick that I can’t get up. I’m so fucking sick. I’m sick of myself. I make myself sick on purpose and I hate it. But I keep doing it.

I see the messages coming in on my phone, I hear my friends reaching out. It doesn’t make me feel good. I don’t wanna speak to them and it makes me feel bad but I don’t care enough to respond. The pain in my stomach is unbearable. I am full and I am stuffed and I am full and I am stuffed with emotions. And my brain is working overtime but it can’t process the pain and it can’t process everything else.

Between all that I feel, it is a shame peace is so temporary. It is a shame happiness is so fleeting. It is a shame that I wasn’t always like this, and I was once much better. A lot of things are such a shame. And at the end of the day, none of it matters because no one will know. No one will ever know but me. Because I’ve convinced myself that I am all I have. And if I am all I have then I must listen to myself, even when I am not well. And Lord knows I am not well.

I go to bed hoping the new day will bring me peace like it brings the sunrise. But the sunrise is temporary. And what eventually follows is the nightfall. And as the night falls, so do I. I fall further into places I don’t like to be in. And I wallow and I pray. I plead for the me in the future to scream a little louder, so that maybe I can hear her. So that maybe I will hear her, and I will listen to her. And that in listening to her, I will be better. But I can’t hear her. She’s either too quiet, or everything is too loud. I turn the music down but I still can’t find her. Sometimes I’m afraid she doesn’t exist. Worst of all, I’m afraid she’s just like me, and she won’t speak to me because she knows it.

I don’t tell my mother how I feel and all I do is listen to my sister. My friends get stories of trivial things and anecdotes that don’t mean anything. All that is valuable, all that is real, lives in ink on paper or in fingerprints over my keyboards. It lies beside me when I go to bed and sits in the passenger seat when I drive, anywhere.

My hands smell like cigarettes now. My clothes are on my shower floor. Despite how bad I (always) feel, I seem to live in a state of acceptance. That this is who I am. This is what has happened to me and I can try all I want to change it, but we both (me and I) know it will backfire. So I don’t try, until I do, and it does, and this all will happen again.

My brain is a mush of everything anyone can feel. I am afraid my hair will still smell of cigarettes even out of the shower. I will scrub and scrub, I will wash it twice over. I will try, because it is all I know how to do. I hope I succeed.

#poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #online diary #diaryposting #sad #listening to lana and smoking is a religious experience #sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhb #rant #ventcore

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bluespiritpaintedlady · 1 year

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Chapter 8! 😊

There’s a couple songs in this chapter but I’m also gonna include a small excerpt. Songs first!

From: Love Endures by bluespiritpaintedlady on Ao3.

Ok, next! :) This is a portion of Mitsuya’s grief after Draken’s death. He’s been wallowing in sadness for about 6 months and then this happens…

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Friday, December 30th, 2010

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Who can say why this one day was different than the last 200 or so had been. But whatever the reason, its outcome was the fog lights finally coming on. He finally started to see a small path thru the detritus.

It was the middle of the day. He sat at his living room table, crumpled up papers littering the floor all around him. Tears were in his eyes and he had a pained look on his face. God, I can’t do this. I can’t, Draken. I can’t find my way thru all this shit… His head drops into his hands and his shoulders start shaking as the sobs take over.

“How….how do I get thru this?”, he speaks out to the room.

All is quiet for a while, nothing but his sniffles and little muffled cries can be heard.

“Remember who you are, Mitsuya. I know it hurts but don’t let it change you.”

He perks up a little bit, his eyes wide. His cheeks are streaked with tears.

“Oh my God, I’m finally losing my mind. I’ve finally cracked just like Mikey.”

“If you give up, if you let this take you out then every battle we fought will be for nothing. All the deaths, all the struggles, all for nothing…”

“Draken?” He looks around. “Is this really happening? Am I…? What???”

He sits in silence for what seems like an eternity. He finally decides to take the plunge and just go for it. I mean he really couldn’t get much more broken then he already was, so why not, right?

“Draken…?”

Another long silence ensues.

“Are, are you r-really there, bro? I…don’t know…ugh. I’m so fucking stupid. What am I DOING?!”

He brings his fist down hard on the table, he accidentally hits it at a funny angle on the edge and the pain reverberates up his bone all the way to his elbow.

“Ow, fuck! Motherfucker. You know what? I’m done with this shit. I’m not crazy. I’m NOT crazyyy!”

He rocks back and forth, his arms wrapped around his legs, as he says it several more times to himself.

“Mitsuyaaaa! Listen”.

“Alright, what the fuck, man?”

He gets up to his feet quickly and starts looking wildly around the room. He can’t quite tell if the voice is originating within his mind or in the room around him, but either way he’s thoroughly freaked out now.

“Is this real?”

“Stop questioning everything, Mits. Just let it be.”

And for some unexplained reason he feels a peace wash over him. Like some calming presence had just put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He could almost feel the indentation of the fingertips. He could almost feel the breath in the room.

The presence…the presence!

Maybe he was going crazy but he didn’t care anymore. Draken was here with him. He wasn’t gone after all.

“Draken, where have you been all this time?”

“You know where I’ve been, Mits. I had to leave.”

“No. No, you didn’t HAVE TO.”

He feels sharp biting anger rise up in his throat. It tasted of bile.

“You have to let the past go.”

“What? You want me to let you go? No. I can’t. I can’t!”

He grabs his head with his hands and his fingers grab tight hold of the hair there.

“The real Draken would never ask me to let him go.”

“I didn’t say that. But you need to let what happened go. It will poison your heart. You remember what I told you when I died?”

“About taking care of Mikey?”

“The other thing…”

“Following my dreams?”

“Ok, the other other thing”, he chuckles.

His soul sighs with joy to hear his best friend’s laugh again.

“I don’t know, Draken…”

“I told you that you were the best of us.”

“But, I’m noooot. Look at me! I’m a worthless piece of shit. A total fucking loser. I can’t do what you want me to do. I can’t find a way thru this…this…ohhhh Goddd…I can’t. I’m letting everyone down. I’m doing the one thing I promised I would never ever do.”

“Mitsuyaaaa”, the voice says kindly. “You are not any one of those things. You are just, for the first time since you were 9, not putting the weight of everyone you know onto your shoulders. You are lost in the abysmal oceans of grief. You’re drowning and you just need someone to throw you a life-jacket, man.”

Nothing else is spoken for a moment.

“I’m sorry it took this long but I was attending to some other matters and you weren’t ready yet, anyway.”

“Not ready? I needed to suffer some more? For real???”

“Noooo, you needed to be at a point where you were ready to accept it all. And you’ve only JUST begun to do that. But you must, Mitsuya. You have to accept that I’m gone and instead of letting it weaken and destroy you, you must take it, like you’ve done with every other awful thing in your life, and let it make you all the stronger.”

“Every time you think about giving up, giving in, I want you to think of me. And let it strengthen you. Make everything we’ve gone thru worth it. Because if, in the end, you get taken out…it would just be too sad to handle. You gotta be strong now, Mitsuya. I know it’s not fair. I know you deserve a normal life, a blessed life, a life of comfort and ease, but it’s not the life you were given. Not the life any of us were given. But do you want to know what I learned?”

“What, Draken?”

“I had a pretty shitty life, right?”

“Yeah, pretty awful.”

“You did, too. We were both abandoned… We both had to grow up real fast. We both found comfort and refuge in a group of friends, and bikes, and fighting.”

“We didn’t get the life we would’ve wished for or that we deserved. But I remember what you used to say…Don’t hate the situation you were born into, right?”

“Yeaaahh…”

“Well, I got to thinking after that… We don’t have normal, we don’t have tons of money, life isn’t easy…I know these things, you know these things. But then I finally figured something out. We may not have normal, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t beautiful or amazing in ways that normal could never reach, man. We don’t have a lot of money, never have and yet we are fuckin rich. Look at all the people you have around you, that you love and who love you. All the money in the world doesn’t compare to that. And yeah, we may not have it easy…God knows it hasn’t been for so many of us, but that doesn’t mean it’s not completely 100% worth it, Mitsuya.”

“An easy life leads to weakness, laziness, complacency. We haven’t been given a life that can have any of that in it. And if we aren’t going to whine and complain about the life we have been given, then we gotta accept it, Mits. We gotta embrace it, all of it. We can’t allow ourselves to be consumed like the “normal” people out there. We HAVE TO rise above.

You made a promise to me… are you gonna keep it?”

“I know…I’m tryin.. I am.”

“Get up and make a move, Mits. Stop wallowing. Accept and embrace…”

Everything grew silent then. He heard a few honks and a siren blare far off in the distance, but that was it.

“Draken? Are you still there? Ugh…I’m such an idiot… I’m alone and I’m talking to myself.”

Then a strong current of wind rushed at him from out of nowhere, like a small tornado had entered the room. It seemed to carry a warning in its arms.

“Don’t forget who you arreee…”

And then it was gone, and he was completely alone again. He looked around wild-eyed once more.

“Dr-draken?” His head flew up from the table, the name still on his lips. The right side of his face was flattened and there was a pile of drool beneath where his mouth had been. It had seeped onto the page of his notebook. The sketch on it was ruined.

But he didn’t care about the sketch at the current moment. All he could think about now was what had just happened to him. He felt a chill go through him. He remembered every word, clear as day, as if it had just happened, face to face.

“It was ju-just a dream? What the fuck? But it seemed so real…”

The experience left him pretty shook up for the rest of the day but when he woke up the next day, some kind of shift had happened within him. He felt it, noticed it, but he couldn’t describe it, even if he’d wanted to. However, the important thing was, he finally could see. It wasn’t a wide path that was visible now, but it was enough to walk, even if just one small step by one small step. Hell, even if it was crawling, at least he could finally see it… The way forward.

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #writing #tokyo revengers #fanfiction #mitsuya takashi #tokyorev #toman #takashi mitsuya #ao3 writer #writers and poets #fanfic #spotify #draken #tokyo revengers hakkai

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celestialsaturn · 4 years

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🌃The Descendant:🌃

The Astrology of attraction pt.1:

What aspects and placements should we look at in order to find our soulmate?

Our journey begins ironically, at the end.

The descendant:

Your descendant symbolises what you innately desire when it comes to romantic relationships, what provides balance. If you’re curious as to see what you or your crush’s type might be, this is the post for you 😃😋

Note: The descendant symbolises what you need rather than what you might think you want. It’s about bridging the gap. Keep this in mind.

Aries descendant/Libra ascendant:

🐛You watch as the scales tip precariously, hurriedly throwing away the few remaining pieces of yourself that you’ve been saving in your pocket, in efforts to maintain your version of equilibrium, it’s only upon looking down from the oppressive structure of your own design do you realise that they’ve been there all along, catching all of the parts you deemed unworthy like precious snowflakes. The scales are balanced now and somehow they’re in your favour.

🦋You might get caught up in the taxing motions of trying to please everyone around you, constantly putting everyone else’s needs and opinions above your own. Therefore, You might be attracted to those who are loud and outspoken, who easily stand up for those they love and what they are passionate about. They have no problem rocking the boat and setting clear boundaries.

🐛There is something about the fire burning behind their eyes that draws you in. Their rebellious streak, crooked smirk and carefree attitude is awe worthy.

🦋To conclude: you might be attracted to Feisty, bold and active go-getters who inspire you to stop putting your value in the hands of others, and start living for yourself.

Taurus Descendant Scorpio Ascendant:

🕷Being an iconic, independent femme-fatale is a tiring job, it’s hard having everyone fall to your feet,, doesn’t make walking any easier to say the least. But as you push aside the amorphous mass of admirers , you realise that though you’ve built a wall around you, you want someone that’s willing to break it down brick by brick to see the real you.

🕸You are highly receptive and intuitive and this is what causes you to be quite guarded, as you know most don’t have the best intentions. Therefore, you are attracted to the trustworthy, reliable and kind.

🕷Soft teddy bears who are your anchor when you start drowning in a sea of assumptions and jumped-to conclusions. They bring you back to shore carrying you upon their dependable shoulders as dependable people do, and revive you with a fresh breath of reality.

🕸Just overall, you want a genuine person with the kindest eyes who you can call in the middle of the night when it all gets too much, so they can lull you back to sleep with soothing reassurance and solid advice.

Gemini Descendant Sagittarius Ascendant:

🐁As you flit your eyes over the crowd, you begin to realise you’re searching for something, something deeper than hollow small talk and stale jokes on a strangers couch, at a party you have no business being at. You stare intently into the sea of friends and acquaintances but none of the faces register, nothing holds meaning here, you want more.

🐀You need someone to answer the millions of questions that you mull over at night, and even if they can’t they’ll still take the dive with you exploring the depths of the universe, whilst holding your hand 🤢.

🐁You need someone who is open minded, someone who is willing to believe in just about anything because,,, well, why not??? Who are we to pretend that we have all the answers? Someone who gets your weird and some might even say,,,untimely jokes but they get it, that’s how we deal with life around here— with laughter.

🐀In conclusion: you just want an intelligent free spirited soul with your love for travel and learning. Who doesn’t try to tie you down, who would rather embark on all of your journeys with you, and proves that love can truly be expansive and engulfing at the same time.

Cancer Descendant Capricorn Ascendant:

🌑You gaze out the ceiling to floor windows of one of the hundred skyscrapers in the city, so strikingly dull it hurts. You’re working late again, you can hear the monotonous murmur of your coworkers futile attempts to bring you back to speed about the riveting second quarter budget, but your eyes have once again locked upon the moon it always seems to call out to you and who are you to dare look away.

🌕You need someone willing to sand down your edges with their gentle and nurturing spirit. Someone that recognises all that you do to be a reliable and hard working individual, but simultaneously makes you realise you’re so much more than that. You’re so much more than the well polished awards on your mantle, you’re so much more than you let yourself believe.

🌑Someone that forces you to stop and smell the roses, someone that creates an environment in which you feel so safe that vulnerability actually seems possible. And when you do finally open up, surprise surprise,,, they don’t sneer in disgust and tell you to cut the pity party. They allow you to feel, they show you that being in touch with your emotions and even acting upon them doesn’t make you weak, rather it strengthens your heart.

🌕In conclusion: you desire a soft and empathetic individual, that gives you a whole new perspective on life, and teaches you that you don’t have to go out of your way to earn their love, they will forever accept you as you are. Their love flows through you unconditionally, you are at ease now.

Leo Descendant Aquarius Ascendant:

🌱You’re afraid, you’re scared that they won’t understand, that your impassioned speeches will fall upon the ears of the ignorant, you worry that you’ll lose yourself to the herd mentality. You sense that you’re the only one on this planet with some sense of individuality and genuine compassion. Yet for the first time in your life Aquarius, you’ve been proven wrong. You watch as they make slow but sure steps up to the podium, their eyes are warm and set a glow with passion, their arms outstretched to the crowd drawing them in, and as they speak you begin to realise, you’re not alone.

🌻What else can you say? You’re a sucker for the dramatics. You admire their bold and brazen confidence. The way charm just seems to drip off of them, with every hair flick and radiant smile flashed you’re only human after all, even though you hate to admit it you can’t help but to fall for them.

🌱People that recognise the genius in you, people who see the method to your madness, people who take the time to listen to you string together your plans for the future and encourage you to put all of your innovative ideas to action. People who never give up on you. People who have faith.

🌻You are in awe of how they are so unapologetically themselves. You see yourself in their eyes. Two unique individuals both equipped with a strong sense of self, ready to take on the world as the ultimate power couple.

Virgo Descendant Pisces Ascendant:

🚣🏽‍♀️ As night falls the waves get angrier, crashing against the little rowboat, you don’t know how you managed to get here. Your mind procures a crack of lightening and clap of thunder just to add to the ambiance. It’s worse knowing that you can’t even seek solace in daydreams. You’ve been out at sea for quite some time, watching the days go by, but this night it’s different, you see a beam of light cut through the suffocating fog, they’ve come to guide you home.

🌊 You admire their neatly filed papers and freshly sharpened pencils. You like how it contrasts your paint stained hands and brushes strewn across the floor. You like that they always have a plan, you like that they’ve put so much thought into the details you forgot even existed. You find their nagging endearing, it anchors you from floating off into reverie as you like to do. They show you that the real world isn’t that bad after all.

🚣🏽‍♀️ When it all seems hopeless, and there’s nothing left to do but simply wallow in despair, they arrive with tissues and solutions. They listen attentively to all that you have to say. They make sense of the jumbled thoughts in your head carefully laying them out in order as they spill out of your mouth. They understand.

🌊Someone that provides structure and stability without trying to dilute your personality. Someone who would much rather dive in and get to know you for you.

Libra Descendant Aries Ascendant:

👹You drag your sword along the smooth marble of the palace floor trying your best to ignore the images of the battlefield you created,- standing tall amongst the defeated as the lone Victor. You look up to see them waiting for you as the always do, bandages in hand. As they nurse your wounds they observe you stifle a pained wince, and they remind you gently that the war is over now, you can let your guard down. The sword drops to the floor with an echoing clang, you are safe.

👼 You May have a one track mind and whilst that is admirable in a way, it can be stifling for others as you may fail to take into consideration the fact that humans are social creatures dependent on one another for survival. You need someone that gives you a new perspective on life, showing you the value in diplomacy and taking the time to understand all angles of a situation before making an absolute conclusion.

👹You’re attracted to kind, social individuals who charm you with their soft smiles and knowing eyes. The embodiment of grace and poise. They shock you with the way they elegantly waltz through confrontation and debates, remaining objective and calm. You learn from them.

👼 You will attract people who focus on the value of partnership, who strive to seek harmony and balance in every aspect of their lives. They adjust your lens on life to focus on more than just the bubble of defense you have created for yourself. You might be attracted to the whole “beauty with brains” type.

Scorpio Descendant Taurus Ascendant:

🌹You stand unwavering, rooted in the foundation you carefully handcrafted like a solid oak tree with gleaming branches and leaves of gold that grows steadfast through the years. A raven perches upon you whispering the secrets of the universe in a foreign tongue that reverberates through your soul, you begin to feel as though time has lost all meaning, and the seasons pass by in a blur, you emerge transformed. Burgeoning into an evolved sense of self.

🥀You are attracted to people with an alluring aura who you can tell have a red hot intensity simmering underneath their cool exterior.

🌹You are enamoured by the concept of a love that completely immerses you. They are a heady concoction of an individual that embodies loyalty and devotion, who takes the time to prod beneath your surface and understand the essence of your being.

🥀Note: You might attract individuals who seem broken, you might even have broken bird syndrome, eager to “fix” your partner. This can be very taxing, so maintain clear boundaries, and understand that you can’t change everyone.

Sagittarius Descendant Gemini Ascendant:

🥚 You are so aware of your surroundings, it sometimes feels as though you’re on the outside looking in staring through the window at the ongoing house party eyes glazed over, your mind is off journeying through the foreign lands you’ve only ever read about. However your body is very much present going through the motions of social niceties for a brief moment you lock eyes with them, you recognise the look on their face, it mirrors yours.

🐓You’re attracted to deep and philosophical individuals with restless spirits. You both share a love for knowledge, however they amaze you with their passionate stances. They are so attached to all that they learn, as though the process of encoding, storage and retrieval of information, takes place in the heart. It’s foreign to you but that’s why you like it.

🥚You have so much love to give even if you don’t know it, you attract partners who let you tap into that Jupiter-Esque energy. What is life, if not to give wholeheartedly.

🐓 They bring out the wanderer in you, they tell you to turn your thoughts into actions, allowing you to transform that mercurial energy you’ve pent up all this while.

Capricorn Descendant Cancer Ascendant:

🍇You feel like the tides, ensnared by the power of the moon, shifting from one partner to the other, dancing was never your thing. Yet that all seemed to change as you are spun into their arms. Their arms hold you firmly, guiding you through the steps, you flow together seamlessly and you can’t help but to gaze in amazement at the quiet confidence that seeps out from between their self assured movements. You are home.

🍷 You are attracted to ambitious individuals. You are drawn to their stoic faces and freshly pressed button up shirts. The way they hold themselves with utmost composure, the allure of the way you can never tell what’s going on inside their head.

🍇 Someone you can look to as your rock, even as your moods shift tumultuously throughout the day, they remain steadfast at your side.

🍷 You want someone to start a family with. Someone who can build a home with you that’s worth never leaving. Laid up together amongst the memories you’ve created, at peace.

Aquarius Descendant Leo Ascendant:

🕺You are the Sun. A life force. People gather in awe to watch the daily occurrence of you set and rise. Adoration comes naturally but, so does fear. People avoid your direct gaze, shading themselves when you seem to come off too strong. Only knowing how to admire from a distance. But Aquarius is different, their stare bores into you, analysing your every move, you’ve never felt more vulnerable. You’ve never felt more connected. You like it.

💃You are attracted to i n t e l l e c t u a l s 🥴. They appear indifferent upon the surface, a stark contrast to your animated disposition. But their passion runs as deep as yours. They have a unique perspective on life, and are fuelled by the genuine desire to give back to their community. You can’t help but be in awe of their creativity and innovative ideas .

🕺Speaking of genuineness, this is something that is so important to you. You are hyper aware of the fact that most people do things to be perceived a certain a way. Is it because you do the same thing, Leo? Because of this, you see right through the facades that people put up, and are in search of something something real. It’s not enough for someone to just seem kind, they have to have the innate desire to help others, regardless of the prospect of acknowledgement.

💃In closing, your type could be someone who is intelligent, passionate and understanding. Someone who is open minded and tolerant. They might appear emotionally indifferent, but you understand that. Y’all are just two lions, leaders of the pride, looking down from your shared fortress at the masses. Aloof, and in love lmaooo.

Pisces Descendant Virgo Ascendant:

🌧You watch enchanted, as their brush embraces the canvas, with every stroke ;) they slowly but surely create an escape for the both of you, your own universe where the shackles of reality have lost their hold. They take your hand and together you step into the watercolor paradise, a stark contrast from the harsh angles and hostile frigidity of this plane of existence. A love only found in daydreams.

🌈You are attracted to dreamy artistic types. People who are in tune with their emotions and who allow themselves to express their inner artist in every day circumstances.

🌧You have gotten so accustomed to living in the present trying to overcome obstacles and achieve your goals, you might not stop to realise you’re tired. Pisces soothes the tension you’ve been holding for so long. They understand how you feel without you even having to say a word. Despite the fact that they might look like they’re off in their own dream world, when they love they form a connection so strong that it’s as if they can read your mind.

🌈You strive for perfection, and they show you the beauty that lies underneath the covers of an unmade bed, or between the hours of a day spent doing absolutely nothing. They wish that you could see yourself through their eyes, reminding you everyday, that you’re nothing short of perfect.

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I have another one if it’s okay? #9 of the angst list? Sad boi hours for sure!

This ended up...sadder than I intended

Prompt: “Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

Words: 625

Warning: None

The moment Sean McAllister calls her, her world comes to an abrupt stop. The future she had envisioned, the life she had allowed herself to fall into, all started to wilt away immediately, delicate petals of what could have been falling away in front of her eyes.

She immediately pulls back from Aaron. Their relationship was still new and shiny, but what she had told herself only days ago was it. The thing she had been waiting her whole life for. Aaron was kind, loving and everything she wanted.

And now she couldn’t have him, not if she wanted him to live.

The hurt on his face when she keeps turning down dates and evenings together makes her ache, a pain in her chest that makes her want to scream. To tell him everything, selfishly put the man she knows she loves in danger for her own needs. But she can’t do that, to him, or to the little boy she loves with her whole heart.

She’s flustered when she gets back to hers after meeting Ian. His knowledge of Aaron and Jack, as well as the rest of the team, solidifying her choice in her head. Distance would keep them safe.

She knows she should have expected to see him waiting at her door. It feels like a punch to the gut, but she uses all of her diplomatic training to keep a straight face.

“Aaron” she says, moving past him to let herself into her apartment, “what are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk to you, and you keep avoiding me.”

“I asked for space.” She says, her tone clipped, sharp in a way she hadn’t been with him since they first met.

“You didn’t, Em.” He replies, stepping towards her, but she flinches, pulls back. Knows that even the touch of his palm to her cheek would be enough to undo her. “You just pulled away.”

“I think we need to stop.” She says, looking at the floor, her voice emotionless. “We should stop.”

“Sweetheart-”

She finally looks up at him, their eyes meeting, and she can’t bear the look on his face.

“Please don’t call me that.”

They fall into silence for a second, and for the first time in a long time she can’t read him. Can’t figure out what he’s thinking, and it hurts.

“Did it mean anything to you?” He asks, his voice so sad it knocks the breath out of her, a sharp pain in her abdomen. “Did I mean anything to you?”

She doesn’t know what to say, how to make it better, without telling him the very thing that she was trying to protect him from. The thing that would get him killed. So she stays quiet, the silence so loud, so overwhelming, she thinks she can hear her own heart break.

Aaron chokes outs a bitter laugh and shakes his head, almost like he was mad at himself, rather than at her. That would be easier to take, she thinks. The thought that he hated her already before he learnt her biggest secret.

He walks out the door without another word, not looking back at her once. It’s only when he’s gone she finally finds the words, speaks them outloud despite the fact he would never hear them.

“You mean everything.”

She gives herself a moment, a moment to wallow in the grief of what could have been, before she centres herself. Blows out a deep breath and continues on as if Aaron had never come to see her, as if they hadn’t broken each other's hearts and left the pieces to rot on her living room floor.

Maybe, she tells herself, if she survived this, there would be something worth saving.

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Someone Touching You | Sakusa, Kuroo, Atsumu

Pairing: Sakusa X Reader (female), Kuroo X Reader (female), and Atsumu X Reader (female) ft. Osamu

Genre: fluffyy, protective 🤩

Request: “Hi👉👈 I would like to request Sakusa, Kuroo and Atsumu's reaction to someone trying to touch or feel their s/o up on the metro. It's ok if you don't want to write it.” - anon

Author’s Note: oooo yessss, i love protective tropes. Thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy!! Also, requests are still open~~ tehe

Warning: Language in Atsumu’s

Sakusa:

First, props to you for even somehow getting him to ride the metro

The trains and metros in Japan were infamously known to be crowded to the point where officers would squeeze and shove people in

And the one the two of you needed to take this morning was fully crowded. You apologized profusely to Sakusa since it was your fault that the two of you missed the usual one you two took

You were running late and Sakusa, though very tempted, didn’t leave to get to school before you did

This time, it wasn’t too crowded where officers had to shove and push people in but there was very little space for everyone to stand comfortably without someone else’s body pressed against yours

You held his gloved hand and faced him as he wallowed in the corner facing the wall and door, anticipating for the trip to end

Sakusa felt lightheaded and sick to his stomach, feeling worse when his mind filled with the thought that he was breathing the same air as tens of others all around him even though he wore his mask

He felt so exposed despite his gloves and mask but he felt grounded whenever you squeezed his fingers

He absolutely hated crowds and to be such close proximity to people who weren’t clean or disinfected absolutely disgusted him

It didn’t help that as the metro zipped by at its speed, it made everyone sway back and forth, left and right

He groaned to himself, trying to think of anything, listening to the electric voice whenever a stop was approaching, anticipating when he would hear your stop but thankfully according to the voice, it was next

It felt so close yet so far away at the same time, he dreaded it

You stood close beside him, your body pressed lightly into his but you made sure to give him as much room as you could, even if it meant you pushing yourself back into other people

You tried to cheer him up, repeatedly telling him the two of you were a couple minutes away and then you two would finally get to school

As you counted the minutes down for him, your hand around his froze, the calm words you tried to use to was him got stuck in your throat

You felt goosebumps rise all over you, your body tensing at the feeling of a grasp roaming your bottom. It wasn’t your hand and there was no way it was Sakusa’s

You looked behind to find an older, bigger man with a devilish glint in his eyes, his gaze never leaving yours

He knew what he was doing and he wouldn’t stop

Calming himself down the best he could, Sakusa thought rationally of how this happened to him and he needed to just focus on getting to school since he would be going into the world in the future

He needed to remember the feeling of your hand in his since you wouldn’t always be there or be beside him to hold his hand to reassure him

Sakusa actually felt comfort in holding your hand- it was like the one thing that kept him sane on the ride

He opened his eyes, finally, and turned his head when you paused announcing the minutes to him, his eyes meeting yours

He felt a cold chill shoot down his back when he saw the fear in your eyes as they watered, your lips quivering

You couldn’t speak a word but your eyes told him so much

You were pleading for help and he didn’t even notice until you stopped your ministrations

He pulled you close, away from the dirty man and shot him a menacing glare with his eyes

The other only looked away, minding his own business as if he wasn’t harassing you

He stood you in the corner he faced before, holding onto the bar at the top of the metro while the other wrapped around your waist as you let out a breath of relief into his chest

You were the one person he allowed to touch him. He suppressed the disgust and fear he had for germs and focused on you

He felt a wash of guilt wash over him at his selfishness for trying to end his own suffering when he should have also looked out for you too

Coming to a rough and screeching stop at the station, he stepped the two of you out and away from everyone, holding your hand firmly in his at a fast pace toward school

“Are you okay?” He asked, first and foremost as he pulled out a plastic baggie with a second mask, exchanging the one he had on with the new one, feeling more comfortable and finally like he could breathe

“Yeah, thank you, and I’m sorry I made us late. You had to suffer... i know how much you hate crowds.”

“Y/N, don’t be sorry. Yes it was painful and disgusting but I should have done more for you... if I did, that man wouldn’t have touched you,” he sighed apologetically

“It was only for a little bit, but I’m sorry too. I’ll make sure to be on time from now on so we can sit in our usual empty metro,” You have his hand a squeeze

“Good. And as payback, I’ll make sure every bit of us is clean after school and practice, especially where that sick man touched you,” he said, his eyes dead serious as the two of you arrived barely on time at school

Kuroo:

You held onto Kuroo’s hand as he held one of the handle’s dangling from the top of the metro to make sure the two of you wouldn’t fall whenever the metro rocked on the tracks or whenever it came to an unpleasant stop

You happily held onto the bag of goodies Kuroo had gotten for you but also you got for yourself after the two of you spent the day at the museum of Science in Tokyo

You surprised Kuroo with tickets after you heard him mention it a couple times, wanting to go and to spend the day with you there

So you fulfilled his wishes, making it a reality

“Did you have fun?” You looked up to Kuroo with his bigger bag hanging from the wrist that held the safety handle

“Of course I did, thank you,” he smiled down to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead

The metro zipped through the city, approaching the second to last stop before the two of you were to get off to head back to his place

Coming to a screeching stop, the metro arrived at the second to last stop. Kuroo’s grip on your hand got firmer, to make sure you didn’t fly off into others

The car the two of you were in was pretty full already with space between everyone around but at this stop, only a few got off where handfuls more got in, forcing you to press your body into Kuroo’s, not that you minded, but it also made others press themselves into you

It was pretty late into the afternoon and Kuroo had a rough idea about dinner but said he would make some plants with his dad when he got home later

Just then, in the busy cart, Kuroo’s phone began to vibrate in his jacket pocket. Letting the handle go for a brief moment, he reached into his pocket to fish out the device, answering the call with his dad

He didn’t let go of your hand but instead held the phone to his ear, wrapping his arm holding the phone around one of the many bars that stood from the floor to ceiling of the cart to take his call

You stayed put, making sure not to push into others around you

You could overhear parts of the conversation, hearing it was with his father and discussions about the day and etc

The metro went over a bump in the tracks making everyone suddenly stumble around but thankfully Kuroo held your hand, glancing down to see if you were okay, going back to his call with his dad after you gave him a smile

But you didn’t even notice the lingering hand that rested on your lower back until it moved down your body, slipping into the pants you wore

The said hand began to squeeze your cheeks roughly, another hand resting on your side

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back but you stepped closer to Kuroo as much as you could until your head was practically resting on his chest, purposefully showing how close you were with him and how you were holding his hand

But the person with the hands paid no attention, focused on your body

You urged Kuroo to look at you squeezing his hand only for him to squeeze back as if you were squeezing his hand in the first place as a loving gesture

He continued on the phone and the hands were going lower, getting dangerously close to somewhere you absolutely did not want to be touched by anyone

With your free, hand, you tugged on his shirt and even tried to call out to get him to just look at you but your voice was stuck in your throat having never been in this situation

But someone who must’ve been listening to your wishes must’ve heard you: Kuroo’s phone lost service making the phone call with his father end

“Oops, oh well, it was my da- Y/N, what’s wro-“ He was cut off and he felt his vein appear in his forehead looking back to the older man feeling you up form behind, tears watering in your eyes as you desperately looked up to him

“What the hell do you think you’re doing to her?” Kuroo’s voice was strong and purposefully raised, getting the attention of everyone around to see, their eyes looking to the man’s hand that was close to your body but no longer as Kuroo swapped places with you, standing you in the corner away from others

Whispers from others and even comments of disapproval filled the cramped cart

You sighed, relieved it was over, holding onto the back of his shirt in your hand as his arm held the dangling handle once again while the other was stretched out, his palm to you, protecting you

He was disgusted with the man who laughed it off as if he did nothing

Fortunately, the hell ride was no longer as the metro came to a stop

He kept an annoyed and angry glare on the older man til he looked away as the two of you stepped off the metro, making sure to have you walk in front of him

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have noticed.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you still clearly shaken up over that

“But he can’t touch you anymore, I won’t let anyone else touch you like that ever again.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Let’s go home, okay? My dad has to stay late for work so he said we could do whatever we wanted for dinner,” he tried to lighten the mood but it was like a giant thorn in his side

The day was so nice and for it to end like that, for that to happen to you right under his nose

He shook his head in disapproval of himself as the two of you walked, you listing out suggestions of what you would like for dinner while also listing some for him

He promised to himself and to you, never again would he let that happen to you ever again

Atsumu: ft. Osamu

The station was crammed with many people, mostly men in their business attire as they waited for the metro to arrive

A warm breeze blew through the old station as you waited patiently by yourself for your boyfriend, Atsumu, and his twin brother, Osamu

But you were waiting for their metro to arrive

You spent the day at home today with a little cold and decided not to go to school for the day to avoid spreading it to the others

This left Atsumu to disappointedly walk with just his brother to school this morning but he survived, even though he bombarded your phone with tens of messages whenever he could

But you decided to pay them a visit so you could at least see your boyfriend and friend at least once

Atsumu wasn’t too much of the clingy type but he did enjoy your presence which he got used to when the two of you grew closer and closer

He actually wanted you to stay home to rest more when you told him you were feeling better- good enough to wait for them at the station

But you insisted and he wouldn’t object. It was your body: if you thought you felt good enough, who was he to tell you what you could or couldn’t do?

You stood beside a vending machine toward the end of the station to avoid being in others’ way since you weren’t going to be boarding any of them

Your phone vibrated in your hand every now and then getting updates from Atsumu about how many stations away or how many minutes were left before they would get there

You got to the station quite a while ago, not realizing how early you got here and how brief the walk from your house to here was

Many of the people in the station were men, which made you a little wary but you felt better since you were at the side

“5 min,” Atsumu texted, just as a metro zipped by, filling the station with who just got off

You leaned against the cold vending machine filled with various drinks, contemplating yourself on whether you should get one or maybe two to hold for the twins before they arrived

You were so concentrated on the drinks in the vending machine beside you, you hadn’t seen the two businessmen that now stood beside you

“What would you like, sweetie?” One of the large men’s asked, his voice smelled of tobacco filled your senses but the worst was how close his face was in proximity to yours

“Uh, nothing, thank you,” You stood straighter, pressing yourself as close as you physically could to the machine and watching your phone in hopes Atsumu and Osamu’s metro would arrive soon

“Are you sure? I could get you anything you want. You’d like that, right?” He asked as the two men stayed there, their bellies large and bulging in their suit shirts

“No, really, please go away,” you mustered as much courage as you could into your words, readying Atsumu’s contact to call him in case anything were to happen

“Don’t be like that, honey. We’ve had a long day, won’t you… entertain us?” The other one said, his body not as big as the first one but just a few inches taller than you

The two of them acted like a wall, knowing well what they were doing and how they were making you feel, not feeling a single ounce of guilt from it and proceeded

The shorter one began to feel up your waist, trying his best to go under your clothes but you held the edge of your clothes down as firmly as you could, pressing it into your body. You tried to push and kick them away as you could, not giving into what they wanted but they were too strong

As you tried to call for help, to anyone in the station, the taller one covered a hand over your mouth but also almost completely over your nose that made it hard to breathe

“You’re so noisy,” his voice low with a threatening look in his eye. “Come on, can’t you just-“

The man was cut off and the two of them were harshly shoved to the ground, struggling to stand back up as you caught your breath

Two bodies in their red Inarizaki Volleyball club jackets stood before you, their backs to you as they kept their eyes, glaring at the two men on the ground

“Why- I- who do you think you are?” The tall one pointed to the two of them as he did his best to hoist the shorter one up from the ground

People began to gather around all the commotion

“Us? Who the fuck do ya think you two are?” Atsumu’s blood boiled as he began to roll up his sleeves, balling his hands into fists

Atsumu couldn’t care less of who saw what was happening, all he could feel was his anger but the men seeing him approaching made them frantic, scurrying to gather their belongings and get away

But seeing he was acting on his emotions, Osamu grabbed a hold of the collar of Atsumu’s jacket to pull him back, though he could have easily escaped his brother’s grasp

“They’re gone, leave them be.” Osamu’s voice relaxed back down to his persona

When they were far off into the distance, they turned back to you

“Are you okay?” Osamu asked calmly as Atsumu was still grumbling, wanting to do more to who he called “pigs”

“Yeah, thank you,” you gave the two a reassuring smile to which Osamu nodded, but Atsumu was still heated

The two picked up their belongings, fixing their clothes and hair before Atsumu took you by your hand firm in his but it wasn’t enough for him. He draped his arm around your shoulder securely, still mumbling about those two men but chilled off as the three of you walking toward your house to drop you off, Osamu on your other side

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