#athazagoraphobia

[chattingbs]

You ever feel like you have no choice but to reach out and talk to people, even when you feel unwanted by them?

Everything inside me screams not to message or call, but the fear of being forgotten about. That confirmation that I really do not matter, I do not cross your mind - that might send me into a whole different spiral.

That’s ultimately why I reach out, bc I crave so deeply to mean something to someone and I don’t want to leave room for them to show me how little I am thought about, loved or cared for.

#no one wants me #emotionally unavailable #hard to love #depressing thoughts #depression quotes #athazagoraphobia #unlovable #self hatred #suicidal #lonely quotes #alone with my thoughts #depression #self destructing #delete later #no ones listening #no one cares #bpd #can’t do this anymore #can’t do anything right #anxitey #fear of abandonment #fear of being forgotten #never good enough #don’t fit in #outsider #unloved #hard to talk to #hard to reach #broken #broken person

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 2

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 1 Index Chapter 3

Author's Note: hi im alive again

This is fine, you’re doing fine. Nothing is wrong. 

If you kept telling yourself that, then maybe you’d start to believe it. The yacht was a decent size and very well decorated. It wasn’t even that far from the coast, only a few miles as it circled the bay for the evening, but despite acknowledging this, you felt like you were alone on a raft, stranded at sea. 

Refusing to look out the windows, let alone go outside on the deck, you shifted your focus onto the guests around you. Seeing everyone so happy and carefree eased your stress a bit. People from the school that you and Sammie attended, Sammie’s family, Jonah’s family... this helped you remember that you were not alone. All of you were here, tonight, to celebrate the engagement together. 

Although this took your mind off the fact that you were out on the water, it presented another fear – Sammie's engagement. You knew, in your heart, that this was her decision to make, but you also knew that she was making a horrible mistake. Jonah was a good man, true, but they were too young to take this step. It was too soon for Sammie’s life to change; you weren’t ready for her to leave you behi- 

“There you are!” There she was. “Why don’t you come outside? The moon is coming out!” 

“I don’t know, maybe in a little bit?” You offered, not trying to offend her. 

“[Y/N]…" she said in that disappointed tone that you hated so much. “Is everything alright? You seem kinda off.” 

“I’m fine!” you rushed to assure her, “I’m just a bit seasick.” 

“Are you sure? You’re more quiet than usual...” 

“Sammie, I-” 

You wanted to tell her everything. You wanted to say how little her exposure therapy had helped you, how much you opposed this marriage, how afraid you were. But, even as a deafening, screeching sound reverberated through the yacht, you weren’t sure that you could. 

It seemed like no time at all before the lights began flickering, and the guests began whipping their heads back in forth in utter confusion. And then... there was the panic. As the yacht jerked to the side, all the guests began to realize that a terrible accident had occurred. The lights had cut out entirely, and the yacht was rocking violently from side to side. It was apparent to everyone - the boat was sinking. 

“Sammie!” 

You stared into her eyes, now wide as dinner plates as she realized the situation. You were miles away from the shore, and with a free bar, it was virtually impossible for anyone to swim to safety. 

“They have lifeboats!” You tried to calm her, “They have measures in place-” 

Another rock, and people began screaming.  

As the staff began rushing to contain everyone, you began to hear a familiar humming sound. Oh God, no. You felt numb as your hands began to shake.   “No, no...” you murmured, trying desperately to get ahold of yourself. “This isn’t real, it’s all in your head... Sammie...” 

You turned to her in an attempt to find something that could ground you, but as you saw the blank, distant look on her face, you could tell that she could hear it as well. The sound was coming from outside, just beyond the deck. Then she started to follow it. 

“Sammie! No...!”  

You weren’t quite sure what happened next, in all honesty. Everything was a blur, and yet time seemed to crawl by. Between the chaos of the sinking ship, your incoming panic, and your attempts to stop Sammie from leaving, you suddenly found yourself outside, grasping onto the rails of the deck with one hand and Sammie’s arm In the other. 

The rocking had only grown more intense as did the sound. You could no longer lie to yourself that you were just imagining things, and your head began to feel light as you were forced to accept that there was something in the water below you. You struggled to stay standing as the yacht sunk down and the waves began crashing into you. There was a man calling out to you, and you were unsure if he was a guest or staff member.  

Something crashed into the side of the yacht, causing it to rock violently. You used the momentum to roughly shove Sammie towards the man. Doing this caused you to lose your balance, and another sharp rock launched you backwards towards the balcony. You grabbed onto it for dear life, but your hands slipped off the wet rails and you were quickly tossed over the side. You were dead silent, in shock, as you plummeted into the dark waters below. 

---

Dying. You were dying. 

You had to be; it was the only way to explain this feeling. Despite how hard you had tried throughout the years to prevent it, you were now experiencing your worst possible fear – drowning alone, forgotten, in the ruthless sea. You flailed your limbs reflexively, gracelessly, in hopes of pulling yourself back to the surface. You screamed; the water too dark to see anything with your bulging eyes as it forced its way down your throat and into your lungs. Your mind was racing, all of your regrets at the forefront of it. How could it all end this way? You had such potential, so many things that you wanted to do and experience – how could you die so soon, so pitifully?! 

You could barely register the freezing water, or the hard ocean floor you laid on, as you felt your body being torn apart, unable to accept that you were being eaten alive. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you could feel your legs being broken, the salt of the water stinging the open wounds as your delicate flesh had been ripped off. Your skin split where your ribs were torn apart, your spine feeling as though it were being pulled from your body. Your eyes, your hands, your teeth – everything burned in the worst way possible.  

Above, everyone scattered around in pure chaos, but below the surface the silence was deafening. Here it was just you and your attacker. You felt your lungs shift one final time, and you could’ve sworn that you heard yourself screaming loud and clear before your consciousness slipped away. 

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #tw yandere #yandere fiction #merman x reader #yandere merman #terato x reader #athazagoraphobia #terato #yandere male #merman oc x reader #yandere stories #yandere writing

[ladyviren]

Xion…

(Drew this in a certain mode. Like the character herself, certain emotions are ripped from me. But happy endings are possible aren’t they?)

#my art #art #fan art #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts xion #kh xion #personal #athazagoraphobia #xion kingdom hearts #xion

[novafire-is-thinking]

Round Two in memes and gifs

Morning, everyone! I know this is a bit late, but better late than never, right?

^ We survived. Barely.

^ For those who had multiple accounts, it was more like “vote 25 times” (okay, probably not that many, but you get the point)

^ Look, I get it. But have you considered [insert personal explanation here]?

Ngl, I was surprised Rung was in the lead almost from the start. Great job, honorary Lost Lighters.

Sorry, Blurr fans. Misfire’s just so…Misfire. :)

Putting the last one below the cut. Only continue if you’re okay with guns (no blood/gore):

I have yet to find a more perfect depiction of the Scavengers’ dynamic.

#athazagoraphobia #tw gun #robot husband poll #reactions & other shenanigans #RHP in memes & gifs #maccadam

[charm-eb]

another fucking headcannon.

i think some people might agree on the headcannon timmy turner has Athazagoraphobia, atleast i do so my headcanon is he leave notes everywhere and writes a journal of everything and i mean everything even the nicktoons unite with every single detail (so much detail that he seems like a writter) and keeps it with him everywhere and brings like atleast 3 spare notebooks a pens with him (i also like to think that whenever he gets startled while writting hes just gonna accidentally stab what startled him with the pen hes using) (Athazagoraphobia is the fear of being forgotten and forgetting someone/something incase yall didnt know)

#the fairly oddparents #fairly oddparents #timmy turner #athazagoraphobia #headcanon #nicktoons unite #nickelodeon #GET READY FOR THE NICKTOONS UNITE BRAINROT MUAHAHAHA #tbh my whole entire blog seems to be mostly about timmy turner #why? #because hes my favorite. #and my favorite gets the honor to be my pfp and name #just like my old acc #its jevil.

[whumpcloud]

Hands

taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @gala1981 @whump-in-the-moonlight @ohwhumpydays @morning-star-whump

content: creepy/intimate whumper (REALLY creepy and intimate, please heed this), defiant whumpee, references to and threats of choking, discussion of workplace harassment, whumpee extremely briefly afraid of noncon but there's no real threat

Nicolas thumbs the collar of Derian's shirt. Rubs it between his fingers. Almost absent-mindedly. Is it second-nature to him, to constantly be touching something, someone?

The fingers flutter over Derian's collarbone. The indents are growing deeper. Though it isn't as though Derian pays attention to how much he's eating. He just eats whenever they - mostly Nicolas - remember they're supposed to feed him. They keep the kitchen locked, even if they let him wander the house, now.

Except when Nicolas wants to sit Derian on the counter or the floor as he cooks, and ruffle Derian's hair every so often just to prove what a condescending bastard he is, and no matter what he's doing keep a watchful eye so that Derian doesn't unexpectedly dive for the knives.

"Don't you ever get sick of touching me?" Derian snaps suddenly.

Nicolas chuckles. "Nope. I like the way you flinch."

"I'll get used to it one of these days."

"Eventually, and then maybe I'll get sick of you." Nicolas grips Derian's jaw, but most of his hand is on Derian's neck. Derian's breath stutters. "But I don't see that happening any time soon, do you?"

"I hate you," Derian hisses.

"You keep saying that over and over again." Nicolas presses his cheek to Derian's, in some mockery of intimacy. "It's losing its punch."

"Did you get hugged enough as a kid?" Derian asks. He can't push Ophelia, but he knows Nicolas, at least, will warn him. With a laugh, a smile, a split-second pause before that hand around his throat tightens again.

"No, did you?" Nicolas doesn't hesitate. "Because I think you like sitting in my lap, pretty boy."

Nicolas' other hand, once sitting loosely against Derian's stomach, now curls into his waist. Would it be worse, if Nicolas didn't touch him at all? That Derian even wonders it says more about him than he'd like.

What is Nicolas humming now? It's more recent than all the other shit he sings, a fifties swing to the rhythm. Doesn't matter. Nicolas sways back and forth. Tilts so that his lips just barely brush Derian's neck.

"You wanna kiss me that bad?" Derian asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Nicolas laughs. "Not in the slightest."

"What do you get out of being such a creep, then?"

"It really should be obvious, pretty boy." Nicolas rests his head on Derian's shoulder. "I like the way it feels."

Derian squirms a little, and Nicolas only holds him tighter.

"You know, I work for a magazine," Nicolas mumbles. "Photography. All the models hate me too."

"I wonder why they haven't fired you," Derian spits.

"I haven't done anything wrong," Nicolas shrugs, and Derian feels his smile. "Never touched anyone in a way that was inappropriate."

"You're just being a dick and you know it." That was too far. Nicolas only applies a little pressure to his throat, but it's warning enough. "T-This isn't inappropriate to you?"

"Maybe a little too close and personal, but what could you really say I'm doing to you, pretty boy?" Nicolas is too close, far too fucking close, but Derian knows better than to move. "Violating your personal boundaries isn't a crime. Besides, I'm only like this with you, really."

"Because I can't go to HR?"

Nicolas pauses, then laughs. "You're funny, you know that?"

Derian can't help noticing Nicolas is avoiding the question. In some twisted way, he's… helped. Nicolas gets someone he can freely take it all out on, and everyone he works with breathes a sigh of relief that they won't feel Nicolas' hands on them again.

"All I'd do was pose them," Nicolas murmurs. "Shift an arm. Adjust the waist. Normal enough. Linger a little too long."

"You know exactly what you're doing," Derian says.

"Of course." Nicolas' fingers hover over the waistband of Derian's jeans. There's always a moment where Derian is sure he'll cross the line, but he never does. Only curls his fingers around a belt loop and tugs gently. "It's about power, pretty boy. As everything is. And I don't need to do anything more than hold you to feel that."

Derian's skin crawls under Nicolas' touch, and he's sure the man can feel it. It's exactly what he wants, after all. Derian would rather Nicolas beat him than hold him like this.

"Stop it," Derian mutters, when Nicolas' hands shift again.

"Or what?" Nicolas teases.

"Just hit me."

Nicolas laughs again. That fucking laugh. Derian wants to rip out Nicolas' vocal chords and clutch them in his bare fists.

"It's no fun if you're asking for it." Nicolas half-sings the words.

Derian slams his elbow into Nicolas' ribcage, but Nicolas only softly grunts in pain and fully wraps his arms around Derian.

"You can do better than that, I know you can," Nicolas whispers, and Derian feels the breath on his ear. "But how about you just sit nice?"

"Fuck you."

Nicolas taps his way up Derian's chest, and Derian hates that he flinches.

"Keep pushing those buttons, pretty boy," Nicolas grins. "I'm sure you'll make me mad someday."

#polly's prose #derian rodriquez #nicolas wainwright #whump #whump writing #creepy/intimate whumper #athazagoraphobia

[xeonn6269]

"Doesn't anyone recognize my true face? Who tore me away from those precious memories?"

“who is Gaster?”

Underphobias Gaster art finally

Phobia : Athazagoraphobia (fear of being forgotten)

#art #undertale au #undertale #underphobias #gaster #phobias #phobia #athazagoraphobia #my au #my art blog #gaster au #underphobias gaster

[rl-yandere]

#yandere blog #actually yandere #obsessive love disorder #irl yandere #obsessive love #obsessive yandere #actually obsessive #real yandere #yandere community #yandere vent #philophobia #gamophobia #athazagoraphobia #alexithymia #emotional blunting #r-ocd #obsessional jealousy #clamorphobia #anthropophobia #low empathy #yandere memes #yandere meme #mental illness memes

[charzeewrites]

Athazagoraphobia

People ask each other all the time, "What are 5 words you would use to describe yourself?" I've always been pretty basic with my answers. Creative, smart, kind, ambitious, bold, brave and so many other boring words. Never in my life did I think I would find one that really fit me. Athazagoraphobia. I saw the word on a list of a bunch of different words and phrases that described unique feelings. It was a huge list, but for some reason, that word stuck out to me. Now truthfully my first thought was "How the hell do you say that?" But then I clicked on the word to read the description. "Athazagoraphobia is a fear of forgetting someone or something, as well as a fear of being forgotten." The word stuck with me for a few days. In the back of my mind, I kept replaying the word and the definition. It just kind of floated around for a while. But then it clicked. Sure, creative, smart, kind, ambitious, bold, and brave could describe me on a surface level. But if you really looked at me, and my person, and my soul, and my purpose, it's athazagoraphobia. Everything I do in life is to not be forgotten. I do these crazy things with my friends, I write journals about every detail of my life, I mean hell, I study flowers so I can open my own flower shop one day. But why? As to not be forgotten. I do stupid things so I have stories to tell, I write journals to give to my kids so they know what my life was like, and I hope to open a flower shop that will be owned by my family for years. I do all this for a legacy. For something to remember me by when I pass. Something to make sure I'm not forgotten. Yes, I experience athazagoraphobia on a day to day basis. I feel it when I'm scared my friends will forget me. I feel it when I'm preparing to leave the house and fear I've left something. But most importantly, I feel it in my core. At the very base of my existence. I cary the burden of needing to be remembered. The fear of being forgotten.

#quick write #poetry #unique words #obscure feelings #original poem #poem #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #athazagoraphobia

[wilteredsoul]

waited for you and you left me in derelict;

#athazagoraphobia #poetry #sad post

[solroswaslost]

..Fun fact about my boys

Retro has Athazagoraphobia and Autophobia / kenophobia

While Disco has Emetophobia and Autophobia

#retro #disco #fresh x greaser #ship kids #disco freshgrease #retro freshgrease #utmv #autophobia #athazagoraphobia #emetophobia #fears #phobia #art is hard #undertale au #utmv au

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 3

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 2 Index

Author's Note: howdy @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911

You never could have predicted waking up. Your eyelids were so heavy that you had to wait a little bit before attempting to open them, only to be met with a blurry cave ceiling when you did. Your head was pounding, the air was thick and cold, and your aching body felt like it weighed a million pounds... but you were, undeniably, alive.  

You groaned as you tried to lift your head, but the world spun around you when you did. Instead, you had to settle for staring at the ceiling, at the odd plants swaying strangely in the breeze, until you regained your strength. The light danced against the rocks in a way that seemed alien, and yet familiar all at once. You managed to turn your head to the side, and immediately regretted it. 

There was a hand laying there, far too close to your face. It was humanoid in shape, but just barely. At first, you had thought that it belonged to a waterlogged corpse, but your eyes could not tear themselves away from the grotesque claws that served in place of its fingernails. You groaned again and your finger twitched as a reflex, which, to your shock, caused the hand’s finger to twitch as well. You did it again, and again, the hand responded. You curled your fingers inward, and the hand replicated your movement. You could feel the sharp claws of the hand prodding their way into your palm, and you quickly realized that this thing was attached to you. 

You thought of the foreign weight pinning you from the waist down. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at it. You clumsily raised your other hand, now painfully aware of the claws on its fingers, and forced yourself to touch your thigh, only to wretch it away when you felt a heavy mass of flesh covered with scales instead. 

Don’t look, don’t look...!  You told yourself, but you did not heed your own advice. 

Instead of legs, there was only a large fish tail, complete with grey-green scales and fins unlike anything you had ever seen before. When you gasped, the gills on your ribcage flared open, exposing the vibrant red flesh within them. 

The panic was immediate. You struggled in a pathetic attempt to detach yourself from that strange looking thing, crying out as you did so. Everything hurt, everything felt so wrong... and all you could think about was escape. You hadn’t even realized that you were not alone. 

“[Y/N]? [Y/N], it’s okay! You’re not hurt! Just, please try to calm down...!” 

It was a masculine voice, but when you looked up, you saw a disgusting creature looming above you. It’s a corpse, it’s a dead body, your frantic mind screamed at itself as you stared into that horrid face, that greyed skin, those milky eyes. It spoke your name again, and you screamed out loud, only for thick, cold air to rush into your mouth when you did so. No, not air, you realized, water, as you felt it enter your lungs. Oh God...! 

Humans were not supposed to inhale water... You could feel yourself crying, choking, as you struggled to gulp the substance that was currently forcing its way into your system. Oh God, it hurt so much...! 

You screamed even harder. Your chest burned as your vision began to swim. The creature above you said something as it grabbed onto your shoulders. As you looked upon its horrific face, the true reality of your situation began to dawn on you. Somehow, it managed to help you by covering your mouth and forcing you to breathe through those awful things on your ribcage. Somehow, it managed to calm you down enough to attempt to explain everything.  

You felt sick as the creature told you about the things he had done to you. He had destroyed the ship that had kept the two of you separated from each other. He had done everything he could to alter your body so that it may be able to live in the sea with him. He had brought you here, to this underground cave, so that you may recover from your transformation in privacy. 

“Don’t worry, my love,” he said, “I’ll help you. I’ll teach you everything - “ 

It felt like a nightmare. You couldn’t seem to get a grasp on the world around you, only instead focusing on escaping the horrible scene that you were trapped in. You began to crawl, rather pathetically, just to get away from here, anywhere but here...!  “No -! Ugh, no...! I don’t want this. Don’t want to live like this...!” 

You were stopped by an authoritative hand on your... tail. You could feel his claws threatening to dig into your flesh, and when you gained the courage to look at him, you saw him flip his own tail in irritancy. 

“[Y/N],” he said, “it’s time to calm down. This behavior is unbecoming of you.” 

His eyes were so cold, so lifeless... and you felt so terribly alone. There was no one here to help you, no one to make you feel safe or heard, and before you could stop yourself you began to cry. God, it was so shameful! You meekly covered your face with your horrible new hands as you begged the merman for privacy. The more you cried, feeling much like a small child, the harder it became to stop, and eventually you were unable to hear anything that he had to say. 

At some point, he gave up, swimming back into the darkness as you were left alone to console yourself in a cold, undersea cave.  

How could any of this feel real? Your fragile human mind struggled to take in all the information being thrown at it. All the new sensations that you were feeling. The dismal realization that this was your new reality, and that you’d never be able to return to any semblance of the life you had known before. 

You cried again, grieving the loss of your humanity, with only the silent, cold waters of the ocean there to hear you. 

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #tw yandere #yandere fiction #merman x reader #yandere merman #terato x reader #athazagoraphobia #terato #yandere male #merman oc x reader #yandere stories

[shanxy180]

Character Concept

(The Amazing Digital Circus edition)

A sort of "Abel" to the "Cain", name's Belle. She's this giant eyeball headed lady who's moreso the mechanic and backstage person to him, inspired by strongmen in a circus too.

This is simply a concept, not an OC that I'm particularly attached to. If you wanna steal her then go ahead ✨ maybe message me first if you want to.

[more below "read more", beware of more psychological fear related things.]

Maybe something happened to her, depends on how you view Caine [Whether he's a built in program sorta helper like the Infomaniac (lego island) or someone in charge of the game itself, what have you.]

it also depends on how you view him if he's a good person, a bad one or someone who's morally grey [the fun kind].

But the main idea is that she used to be around, but she's not! No one knows why, barely anybody remembers her, it's not known how but it also plays on the slight uneasiness and fear that "what if when we're gone no one remembers us".

#athazagoraphobia #Ommetaphobia #tadc #shanxdoodles #the amazing digital circus #tadc oc

[oidyre]

FEARtober

Day 2 - Athazagoraphobia

Also the fear of forgetting, but I want to keep it to one line.

#feartober #pixelart #athazagoraphobia #phobia #card #october #challenge

[eastcoastfallout]

Athazagoraphobia

The fear of forgetting is a fear that has been weighing incredibly heavy on my mind as of late. I spend hours upon hours dwelling on what life would look like if one day, those I care most about become complete strangers over time. Familiarity becomes unfamiliar and the shocking familiarity that unfamiliarity seems to have are overwhelming. I want to believe that I won't forget

but that would be a lie

As it stands right now, I have severe memory loss issues, severe enough that I should probably see a neurologist. I'm losing more and more important memories, important dates, important conversations. Everything significant that should be front and center in my mind not being there leaves me with the question;

"How long until it stops being about information, and I start to lose memories of people I once called my own" i don't want to forget

#athazagoraphobia #memory #memory loss #blog #personal #vent #venting #dementia #alzheimers #adhd #mental illness

[whumpcloud]

The Body on the Rocks

content: murder, kidnapping, two whumpers, lady whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, creepy touching, choking, begging, defiant whumpee

"We're killing him."

"Aw, come on."

Derian gasps as he wakes up. There's a blunt, pulsing pain in his head, and he shuts his eyes almost as soon as he opens them.

"Wakey-wakey, pretty boy!" a man's voice laughs, and kicks Derian in the stomach. Derian's cry of pain only makes him laugh again.

"See! He's cute," the man says, and Derian can hear the bright grin on his face, and it makes him feel ill.

A woman groans. "We are killing him."

"N-No!" Derian chokes out, and he can feel both people's eyes on him in an instant.

The man drops to a crouch in front of Derian, and Derian shuts his mouth.

"Aw, don't be like that," the man smiles.

Derian forces himself to focus. He can feel grass beneath him, where he's lying, and the light suggests the sun is setting. The side of his head feels sticky - was he knocked out?

He doesn't know. He can barely remember a thing beyond his own name.

"We've got places to be," the woman snaps. "Stop teasing him."

"You try teasing him," the man replies. "It's fun."

Something about this man feels familiar to Derian. Something about his laugh, his demeanor, like it's something he knows.

Fuck. Derian's own thoughts are slipping through his fingers like fog, but he knows he heard it, not far from here. He was smoking, and he walked over, and… and…

His neck hurts like hell. Gingerly, he rubs at it, then sucks a sharp breath through his teeth. He's bruised. Someone strangled him. The woman shoved him up against a rock by the throat, and every nerve in his body jolted violently at the sensation, and then there was nothing.

"What's your name, pretty boy?" the man asks, dragging the tips of his fingers down the side of Derian's face. "Though don't count on me calling you by it."

"D-Derian." He flinches away from the man's touch. The man laughs. Derian's tongue feels like sandpaper. "Gonna tell me yours, asshole?"

The man rolls his eyes. "Spicy. No need for language like that. It's--"

"Don't tell him your name!" the woman hisses. "He doesn't need to know a thing about us! I'm done with this."

Derian cries out as he's pulled to his feet. The woman is dragging him towards the edge of the cliff. He screams and struggles, but he is small and slight and this woman is stronger than he could ever hope to be.

He needs to tell Charlie he's sorry. He needs to call his dad. He needs to plant flowers for his mom. He needs to tell Charlie he's sorry.

"PLEASE!" Derian screams.

A strangled whine tears through his throat as he's abruptly stopped. He's fucking dangling off the edge. He squirms in the woman's grip, kicking to get his feet on solid ground, but she stops him with a hand squeezing his throat.

"Beg again," she says sharply. "Nicer, this time."

"I--!" Derian gasps. He can't help his eyes flickering down to the rocks below. There's a body. The body of the screaming boy he just wanted to save, before he wound up knocked out at the mercy of these two.

His head is swimming, but it's coming back to him. He just wanted to save someone who got dragged out here to be killed.

And he couldn't do it.

He feels the man's head resting on his shoulder. He doesn't have to turn to know the bastard is smiling.

"I'd do what she says, pretty boy." The man's breath is on his neck. "She can get a little tetchy."

"Please," Derian whispers. "P-Please. I don't-- I don't want to die."

The woman's grip shifts. Derian's heart is still racing, breathing so quickly it's burning. He can feel the woman's eyes glancing between him and the body on the rocks.

"You beg pretty," she says, then throws Derian backwards. The force of hitting the ground knocks all of the air out of his lungs. "Alright. We'll keep him."

The man grins and claps his hands. "I knew you'd come around!"

"Do we have any sedatives?"

"Best I can do you is duct tape."

Derian only has a couple seconds. The world is hazy and unsteady in his grasp, but all he can think about is getting away. The ground is firm under his feet and he is running so fucking fast that his hair is whipping against his face.

He doesn't even get to scream when the man grabs him. A hand is clamped over his mouth and an arm wound so tightly around his chest that it's pressing down on his ribs.

"Pretty boy," the man says, a sing-songy lilt to his voice. "Play nice, huh?"

Derian makes a muffled noise of protest. He can't move in any useful way, and the next he gets to make a sound is when he's slammed over the front of a minivan and his vision swims again.

"Be careful with this later," the woman says pointedly, then slaps duct tape over Derian's mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, I got you," the man rolls his eyes, and tapes Derian's wrists together. "But think about the sounds he'd make…"

It fades to idle chatter as they pull Derian into the car. He isn't thinking about them.

Charlie was the last person to hear from him. And he screamed at Charlie, told him he'd be back whenever, and Charlie probably assumed that meant he'd disappear for a few weeks again and turn up when he was ready to apologise and then do it all over again. Charlie won't even think anything of it that he's gone.

Who knows where he's going to be in a few weeks?

Derian takes a deep breath. He's not going to lose hope in the back of these fuckers' minivan.

"Hey, pretty boy." The man snaps his fingers in front of Derian's face, and Derian's eyes quickly dart to him. "Whimper for me."

Derian glares at him.

The man laughs, and pulls Derian into his lap. Derian freezes.

"Come on," the man says softly, fingers ever-so-slowly trailing across Derian's body. "Do it for me."

His grip tightens on Derian's hip hard enough to bruise, and he gets what he wants.

"Oh." The man's other hand cups Derian's chin with a gentleness that Derian finds spine-chilling all the same. "I love you already."

"Maybe introduce yourself before bringing out the confessions of love?" the woman comments from the driver's seat.

"Did I forget to introduce us? Shame." The man runs his fingers through Derian's hair. "Nicolas Wainwright. And my sister Ophelia. You'll have fun with us. Promise."

Derian closes his eyes. He's going to imagine that he's with Charlie, and he's apologised, and he's going to change this time, he swears, and they're lying on the sofa watching a stupid movie that neither of them are paying attention to.

Yeah. He's going to imagine that, and ignore Nicolas' breath on his neck.

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