#I'm so fucking scared and horrified and sad and idk what to do about it

[negativepeanuthoarder]

I don't care about how rich they're, they're still humans

They are.

Billionares by their very nature exploit and kill people every day - no one gets that rich without a little blood on their hands, so I can see how some people would see it as karma. And I would also see it as karma if they died visiting one of their own factories or got impaled by a faulty design of their own product.

But suffocation in a poor excuse of a submarine is an awful way to go. The submarine pilot also made a poor decision but he was doing his job. Is it his fault his employer put money over his safety? Maybe he knew the risks and made a bad decision anyways.

Then theres that kid. That teenager. I can't stop thinking about him either because even though our lives are astronomically different he's the same age as I am. It's like when Techno died and all I could think about how he was the same age as one of my coworkers. There's a weird sense of confused sadness with learning that someone who died was the same age as you or someone close to you. Death feels so scary and far away and it's hard to reconcile a lost life when they feel so oddly close to your own.

I know that the chances of finding them are slim. But if they are I hope they have to pay back all of the resources that they wasted in the search. I hope there's a way to redistribute the unjustly obtained wealth that those Billionares owned.

And if they are dead, which there's a very good chance they are, I hope it was fast. I hope the hull cracked and it was a quick death to the pressure of the ocean. I don't want to imagine all five of them sitting cramped in the darkness, sweat and the stink of urine filling the room as they inevitably wait for their last stolen breaths of limited oxygen.

#so sorry for all of the horror here I just don't know what else to do #I'm so fucking scared and horrified and sad and idk what to do about it #asks by peanut #I'm so sorry anon #titanic #titanic situation #titanic submarine #oceangate #death tw #death cw #suffocation tw #suffocation cw

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Can I request the 141 team x reader

Where reader is kinda stupid and a tall fox like person, has super sharp canines and while they are cuddling maybe it goes to fair and reader bites them and says "look I marked you lol" just stares at it for a moment before (either cleaning it up with a medkit or with their mouth) idk I'm craving something that's like me and I have sharp canines.

If you have done something like this please feel free to delete!

[A/n:Mm, this is different, I like it. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:Your a foxy person with sharp teeth, one day you accidentally bite them alittle to hard and help clean the bite

Type:Short Scenarios: Price X M!Reader: Ghost X M!Reader: Soap X M!Reader: Gaz X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Ghost

He's already use to your foxyness, that's why your a good sniper. He's used to it, nothing can really surprise him when do these foxy shenanigans. When you guys where cuddling his back was pressed against your chest, he was just laying there, caressing your hand gently. He was half way asleep when you bite him. He jumped and quickly turned around.

"Haha, look i marked you...actually, that looks like it hurts"

You got up dragging Ghost with you. He'll never tell you about the raging blush behind his mask. Getting the first aid kit you gently cleaned the bite. Ghost was quiet still half asleep, that's why he didn't say anything before.

"And there"

Kissing the bite gently you patted his thigh before you both headed back to bed, him staying up alittle longer than he hoped just touching the bite mark slightly, a small blush still on his face.

Price

You were foxy yes, but you were also a crazy good sniper because of that so he never stopped you. Your small pranks were harmless at least, besides the time you and Soap planted C4 near the base to scare the new recruits. You two had a earload from price and a hell of a punishment. Price was reading in bed, sitting up while you layed on him. He had his book rested on your head. Staring at his thigh before glancing up at him. Biting his thign he yelped.

"OW-Fuck!"

Hitting you upside the head with the book he had he gently rubbed the spot you bit. You looked up at him with a sad look before lifting his shorts and boxers to find the bite mark. Price watched as you licked and kissed the bite mark gently "cleaning" it. Chuckling at this he patted your head and got back to his book. Hoping to hide his face. You sucking at his thigh has him alittle flustered.

Gaz

He helped in your shenanigans. It's one if his favorite activities. Running around with his boyfriend messing with people and playing pranks. Its so fun, he calls them dates instead if messing around. He'd probably be laying on top of you, hugging your neck, napping. His small snores making you smile, but the drool on your neck not so much. Chuckling to yourself you kiss his shoulder. Looking at him, like your waiting for something. Deciding it was safe you opened your mouth, stilling looking at him, you bit him. Hard. Hearing a small yelp you felt his shoulder collide with your jaw. Letting out a groan you rubbed your jaw. Gaz looked at you horrified, not processing you bit him.

"Huh?! What happened?!"

Gently grabbed your face Gsz kissed your Jaw to hopefully help it. You smiled tapping his non exposed shoulder.

"I marked you. See?"

You pushed his sleeve out of the way so he could see it. Sighing Gaz stood up to find the first aid kit, it was a bad bite, probably because he slammed(?) His shoulder into your jaw as soon as he felt pressure on it. Cleaning the bite Gaz looked at you, now proped on your elbows staring at him. Gaz gave a small smile before looking back at the bite mark.

Soap

He loves how foxy you are, he now has an excuse to call you foxy, hinting at the fact he thinks your hot. The C4 thing got him in a but load of trouble but doing it with you made it 10x more worth. Sitting next to you on the couch, well more like leaning against you. Soap was on his phone, going back and forth with some silly arguments with his siblings, since there all in a group chat. Looking back at you Soap went on about how his sister were saying something about him being single, and how he wanted a photo with you. Smiling you nodded. Soap smiled back with a wide grin, getting his phone camera ready, he lifted it above his head to get the both of you. Soap Smiled wide, eyes closing slightly. Deciding to take this change, you bit his cheek. The picture took a second before he reacted, it being of Soap smiling wide with his eyes closed, and you biting his cheek, so they couldn't see your face.

"OW! What the hell!"

You smiled cheeky and kissed the bite. He still sent the picture but now he was grumby, punching you slightly.

"Love you too Soap"

He just grumbled something under his breath.

~

[A/n:all my other requests are Scenarios so they might take longer. Thank you for requesting]

#cod ghost #cod price #cod gaz #soap cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #call of duty mw2 #mw2 headcanons #mw2 x male reader #mw2 fanfic #mw2 x reader

[one-winged-dreams]

Fucking LEAPS out of bed because I'm like 80% sure an actual old god just visited me in my dreams to try to romance me because I have NEVER felt that kind of love for someone in a dream EVER.

under cut for length

Like, in the dream, I was moving somewhere far away, to a different country, even, I think? And I went through the whole process of saying goodbye to my family, and then it cut to me looking around the, admittedly kind of spooky, new apartment complex I was living in. And I found a courtyard that was a liiitle bit neglected, but, like, in a maybe a couple months at the most kind of neglected.

There was this little vent-looking thing under the curb, and when I sat down on one of the benches for a while this black smoke started pouring out of it and a HORRIFIC fucking huge creature started pulling itself out, which looked very frantic because he was a BIG LONG MOTHERFUCKER.

He had like, a canine-ADJACENT (bc idk how to fuck to describe what kind of creature that skull looked like it was from) face, and then a fluffy mane with a couple eyes clustered around where the floof overtook the bone. And he was REALLY long. Like, not serpent-long but waaay longer than anything with that particular body shape should be. It was like a dragon body but with black fur of varying lengths. Also, he had a tail that was like, very out of focus in a really reality-warping sort of way, and eye-like shapes would flicker in and out.

And it was, by all means, the most terrifying sight I had ever seen in my goddamn life but there was no way I was gonna run past him so I just kind of sat there horrified and then like

He stopped thrashing about and started more DEXTROUSLY pulling himself out of the vent and telling me to not be scared, I was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen and there was no way he couldn't at least TRY to talk to me, seriously, I'm a god, don't you want to talk to a god?

But not at all in like a duplicitous or fae-trickery or anything way, it was legit like he was trying to rizz me up lmfao. And I was fucking STUNNED into being like "Are you serious?" "Absolutely, yes. Please, just sit with me for a little bit, I know I'm not easy on the eyes but you are SO beautiful."

And we talked and I was like "Oh my god he is actually really super hot, we are entering the monster fucker zone." and he was CUTE too. Definitely just some dude trying to slide into a pretty boy's dms. And then he went on about how he was just trying to see what sad motherfucker was making the vibes for his burial ground all mopey and then was like "WAHEY" and started trying to come onto me without even thinking about the semantics.

"Ohhh, I see how it is. You DEFINITELY already have a crush on me."

And I was embarrassed and hiding my face and blushing and saying that he was cute and I couldn't help it and he was very much pleased with this, saying "Good luck getting rid of me now, I'll romance you if it's the last thing I do." and then left

And there were several montages of us just being together and getting to know each other.

In one of them, I got confused and tried to open the wrong apartment door, and some drunk lady in her mid-20s came out and started yelling at me, and then tried HITTING on me. But then I felt this arm around my shoulder and look up to see this OBSCENELY tall super handsome goth dude smirk and be like "He's taken, thanks," and spin me around and escort me back to my apartment.

And in time it took me to put my stuff away and be like "Are you serious? Thanks, though," he was lounging on the couch in this very monstrous, like, half-human-half-god-form appearance, and I was blushing SO hard over it.

"Of course, I wasn't gonna let that slide."

And then we started CUDDLING on the couch, and I was extremely flustered but SO happy, and that was the part where I had never felt so in love with someone in my dreams before, and I was talking to him like "I want to take a few more steps," and he looked at me and was like "You don't have enough life in you right now for that, you're gonna have to wait a little more." "Are you really pay walling me right now?" "Just think of it as one of those pay-to-read so much per day romance webtoons."

And then after I expressed my disappointment, I woke up.

I don't remember him ever SAYING his name, but I know for a fact that it was Akingraeux

Idk man, I'm STILL flustered over it. You ever meet an elder god so thirsty for you that you can't NOT fall in love with him?

anyway

so

maybe

i'll do something with this

👉👈

#uhhhh that was long but goddamn #i'm feeling some type of way #the reveries of my mind

[hekateinhell]

human aus of tvc are so much fun idk why people don't write them more often! i've had this plot bunny of l/a living in a ramshackle paris apartm. armand lives above lestat and he has this ruggish bf (santino?) and the guy isn't scared of armand's friend/neighbor bc he's never seen him & only heard he's gay, blonde and a ballet dancer so absolutely no threat right? Well SIKE bc one time he yells armand a lil too loud & suddenly his door is kicked open and a blonde beefcake has him in a chokehold

I actually think about the why part of this question a lot, because (obviously) I love a good AU! In my opinion, it's because of our fandom's very complicated history with fic that has continued to influence VC creator culture today. I think a lot of people do want to be creative and experiment, but (and maybe it's just me, I don't know) I get the feeling like collectively there's this sense of waiting for someone else to do it first that will indicate it's acceptable to play outside of the box.

Whether it's beyond writing the juggernaut ships (Loustat and Devil's Minion) or exploring kinks (this is a very kinky series, people!) or the endless possibilities of AUs, there's a certain audience for everything and I find people do respond pretty well to something different! It's always with a sense of surprise too, which I find funny and interesting and little sad, because it's nothing that you'd be batting an eye at in most other fandoms from what I can tell.

But because we're a fandom that only recently has started writing fic in the open (recently in comparison to our almost 40 years of existing), I feel like we're only just now starting to be that much more adventurous in a sense. You can talk openly, exchange content openly, it's a very different landscape than it was before. So I'm excited to see what the VC fic offerings will look like in a year or five years from now—it feels promising!

I got carried away lmao I HAVE THOUGHTS, but let's talk about this plot bunny. I just have to say... the image of Lestat kicking down Santino's door like the Big Bird gif laid me the fuck out. Anon, PLEASE. 😭 (Also not a bad analogy for how he came barging into Armand's cemetery self-imposed cell, from Armand's POV).

It's very sweet to think about Armand and Lestat starting off as friends! I always imagine that Amadeo and mortal!Lestat would've gotten along beautifully (they would have both fallen into the canal lbr). And Lestat's so protective of him in canon, it translates well. 🥹

Of course, Armand isn't going to tell his abusive boyfriend much about his friends and what he does when he's on his own. For a bit of a darker theme... maybe Santino's also his pimp? Armand doesn't tell Lestat any of this, he's too ashamed and hates appearing weak, and he just wants to forget his problems in the few moments where they can hang out on the front steps and share a snack and a cigarette. And Lestat might have his head in the clouds sometimes, but he's not stupid. He hears things, sees how Armand shrinks into himself and ignores him completely if Santino's around, won't speak unless told to, etc.

Lestat's young though, and not thinking how he might be worsening the situation by acting so rashly. Even though Armand's going to be grateful later, he's horrified in the moment knowing that Lestat's just made himself a target of Santino's gang in the future. And that Santino is going to think Armand's been running his mouth to Lestat and he or one of his buddies be taking it out on Armand the first chance they get.

Insert lots of drama, hurt/comfort, sex... Lestat and Armand eventually run away together and start over in New York City. Similar crappy apartment, only they're safe and together, and they live HEA.

~ fin

#this was a smorgasbord of a post #fandom thoughts #au thoughts #armand/lestat #vc #you ask and hekate answers

[cheemken]

I sometimes think about that one ask I sent where the Champions meet their messed up selves in the villain Diantha AU. But like imagine if they met themselves in the Villain Champion AU. It’ll be way, WAY, worse then the Villain Diantha AU one

Cause like, they’re all evil, with Iris and Hau being manipulated by them. And because Cynthia fused with Giratina for practically nothing. Shes just evil to be evil. Lance has a body count, Iris is one mean comment away from pulling a Team Plasma, and Leon is a tyrant who sided with Rose

But god, when they see Iris. She’s just a shell of her old self and she’s very violent and quick to anger. But they can tell that she’s nervous around them, like they’re gonna do something to her if she messes up

All of them are gonna be horrified about what the other champions have done to her, just because she almost didn’t meet their expectations. Cause if she faced another tough challenger and almost lost but kept her title. Like the original champions would be proud of her but the villain champions would torture her again and make her training more vigorous

OUUGGHHJCBCMCXMD

God please Diantha would throw hands w her villain counterpart fr

But yo that's so sad tho imagine them taking Iris and Hau from their villain counterparts and asking them what's really wrong, and Hau's there telling Diantha everything, cause ofc, he still had that mindset, the one talking to him is Diantha, this may not be the Diantha in his universe but the fear is there yknow.

And idk, I imagine villain au Hau being like,, ah, idk the English word for this,, shit wait actually idk the English word for this gimme a sec, like... Two faced???? That's really not the exact translation that I'm looking for but that's a bit close ig. Anyways yeah, yknow, Dia really spoiled Hau in the villain au, and Hau became somewhat of a mama's boy bc of that and he's such a lil shit that he'd often taunt Iris saying that he's Diantha's favourite, even telling Dia what Iris would hide from them just so she can get in trouble, and he'd spare himself the same fate, never admitting he's also scared to be punished

And imagine him telling (not villain) Diantha abt everything that happened tho, how Iris almost lost and if she didn't pull through, she would've lost her champion title, and he's there bringing the spotlight to himself, saying how he's just as strategic as her now, and no one could even come close to beating him

Imagine his surprise when Diantha just softly says she's proud of him, then goes to Iris and hugs her, tells her that it was okay, she did her best, and she's also really proud of her too. Imagine both their surprise tho, cause Iris was also expecting this Diantha to slap her and get mad and get Cynthia to trap her in the Distortion World too, only for Diantha to pull Iris closer to her, and Iris breaks, crying her heart out, clinging to her, her tears staining Dia's blazer.

God just cjmxxbdk the other champions asking Iris and Hau what else the other champions had done to them, Iris kept quiet, and as much as Diantha hated it, she used that fear Hau had and asked him instead, and the boy told her everything

Imagine how much that'd fuck them up tho, how much damage their villain counterparts caused, not only to their region but to other people as well, to Iris and Hau especially, that those two kids, their kids, are so fucking terrified of them, terrified of making a mistake, terrified of getting punished.

#also iirc leon didnt join rose?? idk i forgot too but didnt he like.. kill him??? i forgot cbxmdn hahaha #W Cynthia too tho #like homegirl was built diff #she really up and fused w the devil just bc she was bored and wanted to feel god like. #imagine the others having to not only deal w dia's ghost pkmn spying them but cynthia too #since she can phase through walls now and such #imagine villain cynthia just attacking them tho trying to get back iris and hau #god thatd be dope cnmdnd hahahah #villain champions au #pokemon champions #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112

[fallen--leafs]

[Some early morning (UK time) texts ((because my sleep schedule is fucking up and I'm. Yea.))]

[Dec:] Baby

I'm scared

[Achilles:] Hm. And when you should be asleep no less... What's up?

The SI fucking worries me

Like it was fun when Bloem was the only one

But now there's more and.

[...]

Idk I guess the horrifying realisation that there's a whole organisation and not just One Sad Guy is doing it

Girl

Sorry

And... You are worried they will come after you?

I'm not

But they have ur picture

Well, kind of.

What do you mean?

When I-- ugh. When I thought.

Hhhh

When I was passed off at you. Not you-you but the concept of you. I made a CGI of u to spread around. Which, IS NOT SUPER ACCURATE BECAUSE IT ONLY DOES THIN PEOPLE but u know

[...]

Is this the file you were asking that SI girl about?

Yes

;^;

Declan-

[...]

I'll be fine. I'm sure I was on other watch lists before.

I will however ask for more security knowing this. So, thank you for informing me.

;^;

I'm sorry

[...]

You didn't know. It's... Perhaps not "okay", but no grave concern yet. I spend so little time in Paris; I can't imagine their jurisdiction extends that far. And when it comes to safe, international networking, I have more faith in the System than I do in these five torches.

;^; Promise?

Promise.

... 😔

There's. Another thing.

Oh?

I'm gonna--

Idk

My fam here hates you. I think.

Hm. That is unfortunate.

Even though they don't even know you.

I know right????

I'm just like. Tired. And lonely. Again.

I miss you.

The apartment is still too empty, even with furniture, and. Chez is with Val mostly. Henry needs to train baby hunters, even though we're still here. I haven't seen Jackie in almost 2 months. Nero won't see me. I'm just

I don't want to be alone.

...

[...]

I'm sorry baby, just met the next humies

Eugh

I'm sorry you feel alone. That is more than undeserved, and... I wish I could be there for you, naturally. Would you like to call? Or is this you saying you want to leave Wales again? You could always come along on a trip~ The kine this time even share your demographic to an extent, and if you can feigh excitement for this meet-and-greet, you could easily blend in with them

;^;

I would like that 😭 at least until Jackie comes back

But idk if leaving again will make the Reeves sus

And if it does - let that be my concern. I'm sure Mr. Shah can be amicable in discussion, and isn't freedom the whole selling point of Anarch free states?

Would you like to join us? Transportation can be arranged by tomorrow night, if you like!

I

;^;

Yes

I miss you

I miss you too, baby

I wish for a quick daysleep for you, and we shall meet again soon.

Can I get a tour shirt

Of course. 🤍

Are you feeling any better?

Yes ;^;

I will at least

That is good to hear baby 🤍

We will talk soon, okay? Until then, goodnight.

Goodnifht ;^;

#I could have done this as 50 reblog #But #Laziness #And being conscientious about spamming the dash 😶 #ooc tags #drabble #???? #Does this count?? Idk

[horce-divorce]

man. Incoming Long Sad Bull Shit but idk where to go with this but my blog. I am in so so much pain and I'm so tired and I'm so nervous to see the U of Mich again this week when they're so terrible....

yes I am in some MALS groups and ostensibly talking to other ppl who understand this hell is validating...

but tbh... lately it's just made me feel worse talking to them sometimes... Like yes they validate that what I'm going through is torture, and impossible to explain to someone else, that it really IS dangerous and I SHOUDLNT be told "you must be dying this much" before someone finally treats it.

but then it just like. throws into relief how bleak this situation is. it's really not gonna get better. it's really gonna keep getting even worse, when it's already so unbearable, and has taken everything from me. this really is A Rare Disorder and nobody wants to touch it with a 50 foot pole. there really is NO solution except a terrifying, enormous abdominal surgery that could just as easily complicate things further. I'm really in this all alone. They really don't get it.

and every single day, every single time I eat, I'm out here fighting for my fucking life, living WITH all this shit but also being my own full time carer, and on top of that I have to do all this other stuff, and traveling, and fundraising, and research, and be an advocate and fight doctors and fight for the care I WILL need in order to SURVIVE this and I'm doing ALL of this. Alone. Nobody helps me with the heaviest of this stuff. My mom is gonna drive part way to Ann arbor and my dad got us a hotel so I can go so there's that kind of help...

But no one's there holding my hand while I'm going thru all this shit. My parents will take me and then drop me at the door. No one's helping me keep track of my results and records and paperwork and contacts and research notes. No one's advocating w me when I'm talking to these shit ass doctors. No one's helping me research or find other alternatives. No one's trying to help me adapt my day to day living situation as it deteriorates- fuck, no one even wants to see that!! They're buying me camping gear!!! They don't!!! Get it!!!!!

I see all these parents in the MALS groups who's kids got sick and they dropped everything to find answers. Am I really so good at hiding my pain that everyone thinks I dont NEED help with this?? Is it because I was so unpleasant in my 20s nobody can deal with me???? My stomach has hurt since I was 8 years old and everyone just keeps saying. Oh. You'll figure it out. You'll be fine. No one hears me. No one hears me fucking sobbing when I have panic attacks trying to eat. No one hears me when I say it's like eating glass, that I'm horrified so goddamn scared to even try because of how much it hurts, but I'm so starving hungry all the time that I have to.

No one sees how close I am to giving up. No one cares enough to be able to handle it. They see the most moderate symptoms and can't even handle that much.

Everyone IRL doesn't get it. They keep saying well intentioned but really off base stuff about like. "Couldn't you still get a job as a driver." when I bring up fears about doing an activity(that end up being right!) They keep mistakenly assuring me "you'll be fine" and then being shocked by how bad things really are when I can't mask it anymore.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do!!! I'm in so much pain. My life is actually in danger from this disorder in so many ways, not least of all on the mental health front. And no one wants to hear it. And my therapist is trying but she's abled and every time I explain how hard it is they're just like "aww :(" like ....!!! That's not what I need either!!!! I've had enough of "aww :((" for at least an entire lifetime!!!!! Please no more!!!!!

I just don't even know what to do with myself. I'm trying so hard to cope like an adult but the truth is that this is reducing me to a scared, babbling toddler in more than one way and nobody in my life can handle it. It's not just the doctors that won't touch me with a 50 foot pole. I'm alone

#me #medical stuff #prsnl

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Bowser and Luigi meeting your Millie’s grandpa and Funtime Freddy sounds cursed-

Bowser who treats Luigi like his own royalty and the lovely new father of his children would be horrified by Funtime Freddy’s constant sadism. Funtime Freddy is confused and thinks Bowser must not really love Luigi because love and evil are intrinsically linked in his mind- everything comes back to his instinct to maim and torture- and if Bowser doesn’t take ownership of him and get rough then he must not love him enough. Bowser on the other hand pulls Millie’s grandpa aside to ask if he needs to get out of this relationship, if Funtime Freddy is abusive or anything, and Maurice has to embarrassedly explain that it’s all a big misunderstanding, and tries to as minimally as possible hint at what Freddy actually means when he talks about playing rough, getting violent, or taking ownership.

He would take a liking to Millie I think. He’s been around children, particularly his own, she’s not too unlike one or two of his, just older and allowed to say cuss words without being sent to her room. She finds all his spikes cool, and when she says something herself about how hard it is to find good spiked stuff, Bowser totally blows her away by telling her he fashions the spikes himself and nails them to the bracelets.

Funtime Freddy is programmed to kill kids, and obviously doesn’t do too well with Bowser Jr. He just wants to tell him about all the cool torture and execution methods created by tyrants like his dad and how the nobles were beheaded in the French Revolution, even offering to “let him try [being beheaded.]” Luigi tries to cover Junior’s ears but can’t find them.

While that last bit gets Funtime Freddy a claw nearly prying out his eyeball and the treat if being ripped limb from limb if he tries ANYTHING on Bowser’s little man, Bowser is otherwise totally chill with it. “Nothing wrong with an ol’ history lesson!”

He then instructs the responsible ones (Luigi and Maurice) on where Junior’s ears actually are.

Bowser is slightly confused by the relationship between Millie and Funtime Freddy.

“So, he’s dating your old man, so to speak… is he just your grandpa’s boyfriend or, like, your step-grandpa?”

“Something like that.”

If he somehow found out Freddy tried to decapitate Millie, for some reason I just imagine him like sitting on the couch, then he stands up, does a Single Dad Clap, goes, “well, I think that about does it for me!” and then fucking charges him and tries to rip his head off and Freddy’s like THE HELL MAN

This concept is actually so funny, like-

Idk what's funnier, Bowser's reaction to their relationship and CTW Funtime Freddy's sadism, or if Millie's grandpa told him that he actually likes when CTW Funtime Freddy gets rough with him, and degrades him-

Imagine he accidentally walks into the workshop or something cuz he hears Millie's grandpa screaming, and thinks he's in trouble, only to see CTW Funtime Freddy pinning him against the wall holding a leash attached to a collar around Millie's grandpa's neck which he was busy kissing and biting until Bowser walked in, and Millie's grandpa is completely embarrassed trying to explain, while CTW Funtime Freddy's just "DO YOU FUCKING MIND, I'M HAVING A MOMENT WITH MY TOY?!"

He'd never fucking recover from that

Millie would probably initially be scared of Bowser for obvious reasons, like she can take sentient murderous animatronics but whatever he is? Nope, but when he makes it clear that he isn't going to hurt her or anyone else she'd definitely find him cool af

CTW Funtime Freddy getting the absolute shit beaten out of him by Bowser is one of the funniest mental images, considering the fact that Bowser is like over 2 feet taller than my version of CTW Funtime Freddy, and while she'd probably be all for it Millie would probably try to stop him, since her grandpa would be sad if anything happened to him

#this is actually a really fun idea- #asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

[nofoundboy]

I DO NOT KNOW WHY I HAVE A PENNYWISE OBSESSION BUT I DO AT THE MOMENT!

pennywise x male reader- reader just finishes a big life time project of theirs but it breaks just as when they’re showing it off (if its like an art project maybe it broke in the museum or sum in front of people) and they’re feeling fucking the worst bc of that like man ion wanna do anything man like all lazy around n shit like what is the purpose and pennywise is like being shitty bc idk i think thats how they are like why u sad all of a sudden weirdo? So kinda like angst to fluff in a way bc penny decides ‘hmm imma hear reader out and like yk be a better s/o and comfort them’ yk 

hahah I like it, I hope I get it right and I'm excited for this, I really love Pennywise

The dark circles under your eyes were unmistakable proof of how hard you had worked for it. How many nights of sleep you had sacrificed in order to achieve that work of art, that intricate and significant piece that now stood before your eyes and before the eyes of several other people admiring it in that art gallery.

The move had not been easy, but it was finally there, and you intended to enjoy the attention given to it, to boast about what you had worked so hard to achieve.

Until, before your horrified eyes and those of all those people, it had begun to fall, shattered by some effect of the material that no one had foreseen.

Maybe it had been the sun, maybe the transfer had really affected it... you had no way of knowing, no matter how many calculations and tests you had done previously, you simply could not understand why it had acted in this way, just at this moment.

The face of surprise of those present quickly changed to one of mockery, of indignation towards you and your lack of preparation, of pity and even indifference.

You felt your insides boil at their ill-considered reactions. And just as their empathy had abandoned their expressions at the first failure, so did your desire to continue in that place, because you knew perfectly well that apologizing and smiling in shame before those bitter critics would consume your will to live until you were nothing more than a shell.

So you simply grabbed your jacket, your keys and ran home, the only place you could get shelter from your humiliating failure.

When you arrived, Pennywise was already there, hunched over, staring at your window.

You didn't even feel like saying hello, so you just turned off your cell phone and collapsed on the couch.

You felt the presence of the clown next to you, who was watching you curiously and somehow knew perfectly well what had happened to you.

"I...I'm not in the mood for anything" you said in a sigh before sticking your face to the couch until you could see nothing else. He seemed to mumble something, touching your head and legs briefly, as if he wanted to make you react.

The above was repeated for a few weeks. You just went on autopilot, not wanting to do anything and not having the energy to care. And you kept asking yourself, did it really make any sense? The last thing you had done had turned out to be a disaster, a waste of time, resources, effort, and even health.

It didn't help that Pennywise was walking around your house trying to force reactions out of you, scare you or make you laugh with no success, only provoking your annoyance against him.

He would make constant jokes about the fact that you didn't sleep, he would put your plate of food everywhere. Although at first, that seemed like a considerate gesture on his part, it ended up being obnoxious, as he never stopped.

"Shit shit shit...do something!" he would suddenly shout. You didn't know where he learned that word from, as it wasn't a curse word you used.

You simply avoided him or shouted so loudly that he was the one who ended up getting fed up, although he never left for long.

"That's enough! If you want to stay here you have to shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" you exploded once he wouldn't stop following you around, looking for you to stop being 'so bored' as he said.

"You, you're acting weird you stop it!" he shouted in turn, pointing his long fingers at you and straightening to his full height to demonstrate his physical superiority.

"Shit" you whispered before fading to the ground, exhausted and thanks to your terrible eating schedules.

-

You didn't know how long you had slept, the only thing you noticed was the warmth of a large body beneath you, soft breathing in the crook of your neck, and impossibly long arms wrapped around your body.

"Are you all right now? Your body went 'plop' on the floor" he whispered when he realized you were already conscious.

Feeling his warmth beneath you, his presence, as reassuring to you as it was terrifying to others, and his total attention to your well-being made you smile softly, gratefully.

You knew how desperate he could be, especially if he didn't understand something, but now he showed you nothing but gentleness because he understood that you were unwell, regardless of your refusal to go on with your normal life. It only mattered that something like the previous episode would never happen.

"I'm not well at all. Just...what I do never seems to matter" you began to run your fingers through his hands, so large in comparison to yours and probably anyone else's.

"Did you care?" his peculiar voice crept into your ears, making you think for a moment.

"Yes...I still care, it's my life" you felt his nose touch that spot on your neck that made you burst into laughter and you let yourself be carried away by the pleasant sensation of being pampered by your peculiar partner.

"So...live, yes? Bitter ones don't taste good" was his way of consoling you and although very unorthodox, it had worked.

"So I'll just be your next dinner?" you turned until you felt your chest press against his and saw his face in front of you.

"No, you stink" and with his big claw, he touched the tip of your nose, laughing at your grimace of indignation.

You needed a bath, but before that, you decided to stay curled up on him for a while longer, not without giving him a soft kiss on the lips that made him laugh.

"Finally! World's most horrible boyfriend!" he gave you a light smack on the forehead that caused you to grimace.

"I am?" you were glad to be going back to those warm moments you enjoyed so much.

"Yes, but only when you're sad...would eating a child help?"

"Eww, no. I'm going to go take a shower, you idiot" you exclaimed before being interrupted by his lips, greedily seeking yours. You let yourself go until you were out of breath. That never happened to him. His taste was weird but somehow, intoxicating. You loved it.

"Thank you" you whispered, before rushing to the shower.

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"Doppelganger" *Part 17*

WHOO, y'all I really didn't think I had a lot left in me and then this just came pouring out. Wow. So yeah after about 3 hours and some crying and a breakdown later, here's another chapter. Definitely gonna get to 20. Oh yeah.

Warning: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. This one kinda got too close to home, but I made it that way so I have no one to blame but myself. If it hits close to home for you as well, I'm so sorry. Also if you're sensitive to....idk I guess I'll just say "drug use"? Use caution when reading.

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That Monday you went to class for the first time since you had been abducted. You slunk into class and sat in the back trying to remain unnoticed, but everyone instantly turned to you.

"Oh my god Y/N! Are you ok?!" One student asked you.

"How scary was it?" Another one asked.

"Was Nevada good in bed?" One girl asked you, causing three girls to hit her and shoo her away.

"I um...I…" you tried to breathe, but the questions and chatter kept coming. It was too much for you to handle. You grabbed your stuff and ran out of the classroom, down the hall.

"Hey sweetie are you ok--?" A young Hispanic girl asked you. It took you back to when Gabi had befriended you. You backed away from her and ran out of the building into the quad. You were hyperventilating, you could barely see in front of you. You collapsed onto the grass, crying. You hit your speed dial to call Chloe.

“Hello?”

“Ch-Chloe, I--” You could barely breathe, you were crying so hard. People were starting to stare, you had to get control of yourself.

“Y/N? Oh my god babe are you ok? What happened?”

“I...I need you…” You gasped, trying to get up and duck behind a building where no one could stare at you.

“Oh, oh honey I’m across town right now. Otherwise you know I’d come right down there,” She apologized. “Why don’t you call--”

“I can’t call Rafael,” You cut her off. “I don’t want him to know how fucked up I still am about all of this, we just started to get back to normal,”

“...Um okay, well I don’t know what you want me to--”

“Forget it, I’ll be fine,” You hung up the phone before she could say anything else. You felt bad for being so short with her, but you weren’t exactly yourself right now.

You really didn’t want to have to use Rafael as your crutch, your lifejacket. He had his own life, his own career. He didn’t have time to babysit you. You took several deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You glanced around the corner, fewer people were in the quad now. You calmed yourself down enough to walk over and sit under a tree, breathing in the spring air.

You were just starting to calm down when your phone rang: RAFAEL CALLING.

Dammit Chloe…You reluctantly answered the phone with a fake chipper voice. “Hey baby!”

“Hola mi amor, Como estas?”

“I’m fine, Raffi…”

“Are you sure? Because Chloe just called me and--”

“She shouldn’t have called you,” You grumbled.

“Y/N, look baby if you’re in distress--”

“I’m not in distress, Rafael. I’m fine,”

“Are you--”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m sorry Chloe called you. I’ll see you at home,” You hung up the phone abruptly. You instantly felt guilty; why were you taking it out on him? He was just trying to help. But you didn’t want him worrying about you, that was the whole point. You just wanted to forget about everything for a while. You laid down under the tree and closed your eyes, enjoying the sunshine on your face.

-------

Meanwhile

Rafael really didn’t want to betray your trust, but he didn’t know what else to do at this point. You clearly needed outside help and you refused to let him give it to you, so he felt like he had no choice. He went down to the precinct and into Olivia’s office.

“Rafa,” Olivia stood up as he walked in.

“Hey Liv,” He nodded, giving her a small hug. She walked back around her desk as he took a seat.

“What’s up?”

“It’s….Y/N,”

“She’s having trouble dealing with her trauma, isn’t she?”

“...Yes,” He nodded sadly. “And she won’t talk to me. She won’t let me talk to her about it because she doesn’t want me to think of her as a ‘victim’ and--”

“Well of course not Rafael, you’re her--” She paused. “Are you two still engaged?”

“YES, Olivia,” He sternly replied. “We’re still engaged,”

“Okay, sorry,” She bit her lip. “Anyway, of course she’s not going to want to discuss her trauma with you, you’re her loved one. Would you want her to see you as a victim?”

“...No,” He shook his head. “But she needs to talk to someone,”

“Are you suggesting I talk to her?” Olivia half laughed. “Because that’s probably worse than talking to you--”

“Why? She won’t feel ashamed telling you things, she doesn’t care what you think of her,”

“Well, gee thanks,”

“You know what I mean,”

“Yeah I do. She doesn’t like me,” Olivia pointed out. “Which means she won’t be as open to me, you know that,”

“Well, I mean if any of the other squad members come to her she’s just going to be upset more and more people know about her, and I just thought---” He sighed and held his head in hands. “I just-- I don’t know what to do, Liv,”

Olivia came around her desk again and put a hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “...I’ll try, if you really want me to,”

He looked up and gave her a small smile. “Thank you, Liv,”

-----------------

That Night

You had come back to Rafael’s after your little meltdown. While you were at school, a very kind gentleman found you lying under the tree and noticed you needed a bit of shall we say, a chill pill. You had gladly taken a few and popped them on the way home, and you were currently sleeping it off in the front of the TV when Rafael came home, and he wasn’t alone.

“Y/N….Baby?” He called, but there was no answer. He gave Liv a worried look as he dashed through your living room, to find you unconscious on the couch while Netflix was asking “ARE YOU STILL THERE?”

“Oh my god, Y/N! Baby, baby are you okay? Y/N, wake up!” Rafael violently shook you as Olivia started to call for a bus. She stopped dialing when you groggily awoke, stroking Rafael’s face with a sleepy smile.

“Heyyy, baby--” You kissed him deeply.

“Are you--- are you high, right now?” He looked at you horrified.

“What? No! No….maybe a little bit,” You bit your lip trying not to giggle at his very serious face.

“God dammit-- Y/N, carino-- why--?”

“Oh my GOD,” You suddenly noticed Olivia standing behind him. “What is she doing here?”

“She came to--”

“Oh my god, you told her to come here didn’t you? You’re kicking me out, aren’t you? For HER?”

“What? No! Jesus Christ, Y/N what exactly did you take--”

“Oh yeah, let me just tell the ginger snap here what drugs I’m on, and then she can throw me in jail and have you all to herself!”

“What the-- alright that’s it, you with me,” He grabbed your arm and started dragging you to his room. “I’m sorry about this Liv,” He looked at her apologetically.

“Oh yeah, sorry Olivia, wouldn’t want to interrupt your romantic evening with my fiancée,” You mocked, making Rafael walk faster. He pulled you into the room but you were so out of it you flopped onto the bed like a rag doll.

“Jesus-- Okay seriously baby, you need to tell me what you took,”

“No! It was nothing, it was just something to calm me down, it’s not a big deal--”

“It IS a big deal!” He yelled angrily. “Look at you! You can barely sit up!”

“I’m fine! See?” You sat up for about 10 seconds before falling back down on the bed again. You started giggling uncontrollably until you saw Rafael’s face. He wasn’t angry anymore he was...sad? Scared? His eyes were filled with tears, his hand was over his mouth.

“....What is happening right now?” You blinked several times, trying to clear your mind. Seeing Rafael in distress suddenly made being high not so fun anymore.

“...You know this is how I had to see my dad every day when I was a kid,” He said through choked back tears. “You know how traumatic it is to see you like this Y/N I don’t know why--”

“What?” You suddenly sat up quickly, holding on to the edge of the bed to keep you upright. “I...no, you said he used to beat--”

“You think he was SOBER while doing that?!” Rafael yelled louder now, and became more angry.

“...No, I guess not--” You hung your head down, mostly because it was difficult to keep it upright.

“I...I can’t talk to you when you’re like this, I just can’t,” He threw his hands up and walked towards the door.

“Rafa I--”

“Just sleep it off, we’ll talk later,” He snarled and slammed the door.

Almost immediately you burst into tears; how could you have done this to him? You hadn’t really thought about his whole dad situation, but now that he said it out loud it made perfect sense.

You just wanted to feel better, without causing him grief. And instead you had caused him heartache and pain. It made you hate yourself more than you already did.

And to top it off, Olivia was now out there with him in the living room, probably comforting him. Holding him while he cried about how you hurt him. You were driving him right back into her arms, no potions needed. You wanted so badly to just go in there and tell her to get the fuck away from your man, but you still couldn’t stand. You just laid there and cried until you fell asleep.

------

Hours later, you woke up to a dark room once again. It was 10:30. How long had you been out? You cautiously opened the door, but the living room was dark. Rafael wasn’t there?

“...Baby?” You called through the apartment to make sure, but sure enough there was no answer. You flipped on the light to see a note with your name on it. Oh god.

“No, no no no no--” You raced over and opened the paper, praying to God it wouldn’t say what you thought it would.

“Y/N-- Went out to clear my head, think about things. There’s food in the fridge I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be back?” You read out loud. When? Tonight? Tomorrow? A week from now? You started to grab your phone to call him, but before you could the door swung open and Rafael came sneaking in-- with Olivia.

“Oh my, Oh my god--” You wanted to vomit right there. They were both clearly a little tipsy and giggling, but when they saw you they straightened up quickly.

“Hey baby, you’re up,” He smiled sweetly, walking over and kissing your cheek.

“Oh so this is what we’re doing now, is it? I get high and upset you, so you go and get drunk to upset me?”

“What? No, I just-- we were just--” He looked to Liv.

“Y/N listen, we were just--” Olivia tried to explain.

“Oh I think you were JUST LEAVING, bitch,” You growled, starting to charge her but Rafael grabbed your arm.

“HEY, leave Liv alone,” He told you sternly, almost glaring at you. You had been here before, this was too familiar. You looked at him in surprise, then turned to Olivia with anger.

“...You did it again, didn’t you?” Hot tears stung your eyes as you swiped your arm from Rafael’s grasp.

“Did what?” Olivia asked, oblivious.

“You dosed him again, DIDN’T YOU?!” You started to charge her again as you screamed, but this time Rafael grabbed you by your waist.

“Y/N! Nobody fucking dosed me, you wanna talk about dosing? Let’s talk about how I found you earlier,” He barked.

“That was completely different--” You started to defend yourself.

“Why? Because you wanted to feel better?” He asked you angrily. “Because I went out and did the same thing, and just because you’re insecure about Liv and I, suddenly she has me under a spell?”

“This isn’t you,” You shook your head with tears rolling down your cheeks. “It just isn’t, I know it’s not,” You looked to Olivia, who still retained her confused look.

“Olivia, can you--?” Rafael looked at her while nodding at the door.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll-- talk to you later,” She gave a little nervous wave before walking out and closing the door behind her.

------

“See? Are you happy now?” He threw up his hands. “I didn’t go after her like a little love spelled puppy, Y/N,”

“You don’t have to mock me--”

“I told you I wasn’t under anything! You think that just because I’m mad at you, suddenly I must be under some kind of spell? Because, what? Because I can’t be mad at you, because you’re ‘going through something’? What about me?! What about what you’re putting me through?!”

“I’m trying NOT TO!!!!!!” You screamed.

“Yeah well you’re doing a hell of a job,” He laughed sarcastically, walking through the living room to his room.

“Rafael, Rafa!” You chased after him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“To what, Y/N? To get high in the middle of the day on god knows what? Or did you not mean to get caught?” He sneered as he started to get undressed.

“I just wanted to feel better!!” You stomped your foot.

“I don’t make you feel better? You need drugs for that?!” Tears came to his eyes. He couldn’t believe what you were saying.

“No!!! I just--” You paused, trying not to cry. “I just don’t want our relationship to be you constantly comforting me, or-- or taking care of me, like I’m a child!”

“Yeah well you’re sure as hell acting like one,” He tossed off his pants and dress shirt and stomped into his bathroom to get a t-shirt to wear with his boxers.

“....Why are you putting clothes on to sleep?” You asked him cautiously; you both usually slept naked in each other’s arms all night.

“Because I’m sleeping in the guest room, you can have the bed,” He pushed past you and out the door heading down the hallway to the guest room.

“No, no no no no Rafael don’t,” You quickly trailed him, grabbing his hand and making him face you.

“Why? I don’t make you feel better, why don’t you sleep with your pills?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he pulled away from you and started to walk away again.

“.....Please….” You softly whimpered, making him stop in his tracks. He didn’t turn around, he just looked at the ground and sighed.

“...Please don’t leave me alone,” You sounded like a little girl scared of the dark, but you didn’t care.

You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t need him anymore, because the truth is you did. You needed him by you every second of every day, you felt absolutely helpless without him. And you hated it. But you couldn’t hide it anymore.

After a long pause, Rafael turned back to face you, tears were streaming down your face. You looked so small and pitiful, he instantly regretted yelling at you like he had. He walked back slowly towards you, taking you in his arms and rubbing your back.

“I’m never going to leave you alone, carino,” He whispered as you sobbed into his chest. “I promise you,”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m so sorry about today. I just--”

“I know,” He nodded as he walked you back into his room and sat you on the bed as you pulled your clothes off. He took off his clothes and crawled into bed next to you, listening to your cries die down.

“I’m sorry I went out with Olivia, mi amor,” He apologized into your ear as he spooned you. “I knew how much that would hurt you and I did it anyway,”

“...It’s fine,” You nodded, even though you weren’t sure it was. But, you knew on some level that being high in front of Rafael would upset him and you did it anyway, so you couldn’t really hold onto it.

“....You really do need someone to talk to though, baby. Even if it’s not me,” He whispered, kissing the back of your neck gently. “Please?”

“Okay,” You nodded as you turned to face him. “I’ll do anything you want me to Rafa,”

“I want you to do it for you,” He pressed his forehead against yours.

“I don’t care about me, I care about you!” You shook your head.

“And I care about-- see this is what I’m talking about, baby,” He sighed. “You have to stop-- punishing yourself, or hating yourself, for whatever happened. We’re never going to be able to move on if you don’t,”

“....Okay,”

“Okay you’ll do it?”

“...I’ll try,”

“Okay,” He kissed you gently. “That’s all I’m asking,”

“....I flushed the rest of the pills,” You told him softly, making him smile for the first time that night.

“Thank you, baby,” He kissed you again.

“And I don’t care if you think that you’re--- being a burden, or needy, or some kind of anchor because you need me to feel safe. I want you to feel safe, all the time. And I WANT to be the one who makes you feel safe. Not drugs, not alcohol, not anybody else. Me. And if I need to be by your side 24/7 for the time being, then that’s what I’ll do,”

“What? Rafa come on--” You started to protest.

“No, I’m serious,” He took your hands. “I made a commitment to you, and I’m damn sure going to keep it. I will protect you from now until the end of our lives. So, I’ll call Morgan tomorrow and tell her that until further notice, unless I’m in court I’ll be working from home, okay?”

“I---I can’t ask you to do that--”

“You’re not asking me, carino. I’m offering-- No, I’m telling you, that’s what I’m doing,”

“....Okay,” You nodded with a small smile, snuggling closer into his chest as he pulled you tighter.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in the world,” He whispered to the top of your head as you fell asleep on his chest.

“I love you too Rafael,” You cooed as you drifted off to sleep.

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Brass just had a third injury relapse. I feel so fucking bad for him, and for his sake I hope he makes a decision real soon. This is so heartbreaking 😞

I'm fucking crying I'm so sad to hear this. I more than anything want him healthy enough that he can be what he wants/needs to be.

I was scared this was going to happen though, I had seen a quote by Yeo from late January that had me concerned due to wording.

“He was able to push himself at a higher level today,” Yeo said. “Which is crucial because obviously one of the main things about getting back and coming into play is your conditioning. And until you can start doing things at a high pace and the high effort level, then that’s not going to come back to you. So that was a good first step.”

This quote about Derick getting back to full non contact practice scared the fuck out of me at the time, and I'm horrified to know that apprehension was warranted.

I am sad about his injury luck, and honestly I'm angry just thinking about his injury being mishandled. Is it too wishful to think he wouldn't have been out for so long if he was still in AZ?

I do want to say one thing about the other part you sent me: Coyotes fans get so much shit for being Yotes fans and we're put down saying we don't exist and don't deserve to have a team in AZ, but I've never met a Yotes fan in person or online who isn't grateful for what the players do for our team. Before i got sick i was talking with a friend on the phone about Galchenyuk being back this season and a little girl, idk maybe 6-8 years old, comes running up (but stays far enough back for social distancing) and starts talking at me about the Yotes. She was wearing a Galchenyuk jersey from 2018,info given by her dad who came up after she did, she was so excited her favorite player was back in AZ, her dad was happy he was back in AZ, hell I'm happy Gally is back in AZ, but I've seen people wear Brass's jersey to the markets here. People here love the players that are willing to play for us and while I'm sure there is the toxicity somewhere in the fanbase I've had to deal with way less of it than i thought.

TLDR: Yotes fans love our players and want to cherish them, we're sad when they leave but happy for the opportunities they have elsewhere. The fact that other fan bases have the toxic people screaming over the kind ones is the worst

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TW: this is kinda a vent/request. do u do emoji anons? if u do, can i be 💫? anyways, i don't think i'm gonna make it, the voice in my head is too loud. i hate myself so much, i'm so uncomfortable with myself. i'm non-binary and i feel so un wanted. i've been told 2 times today to just kill myself and i'm contemplating just doing it. the voice is so loud....i found my old razor blade, was thinking of cutting again. yeah idk how to deal with my feelings but can you write smth with oikawa? please~

AHHH PLEASE DON’T DO IT 💫 ANON I’M HERE FOR YOU ILY & IM SORRY I KEPT YOU WAITING TUMBLR DECIDED TO FUCK ME OVER AND DELETE MY WORK BY RELOADING 

TW: suicide, i swore above 

Oikawa noticed how you weren’t acting like yourself. Between talking less and the self depreciating jokes you'd make while you both were together, Oikawa was worried. He was especially worried today. "Where's Y/n?" Iwaizumi stopped rolling out the ball bin to tell him you went home early, saying your stomach hurt. "Shit. I have to go." Not questioning the captain, Iwaizumi nods and continues procedure. Oikawa was terrified. 

While trying to open your front door with his spare key he was terrified. He was terrified while running through your house, looking for you. His stomach was heavy with fear, weighing him down while he opened your bed room door. The bottom drawer was open, clothing all across the floor. Framed photos rested on top of the various articles of your wardrobe. Shards of glass and torn fabric were left ignored as Oikawa carried on, knowing he needs to find you right now. The bathroom door is cracked. You must be in there. Kicking open the door in a rush, Oikawa is right. He's not sure if he's glad he's found you of if he wished you weren't even home. He wishes you were at volleyball practice with him, laughing when Iwaizumi hits him. Instead of seeing your heavenly smile he sees your contemplating frown. Hot water is causing the mirrors to fog as you twirl something so daintily. He watches, trying to connect the dots with his own hazy mind. There's glass on both the sink and floor from the shattered mirrors. The pieces remaining in their place are foggy so you can't see anything. Something reflects his face back at him and into your vision which horrifies you. It's a razor. "Don't do it! Please!" Oikawa shouts it before realizing it. He's also kneeling on the ground before he realized he feel. He's lost all sense with reality, refusing to believe this scene. He doesn't want to think you're actually about to do this. He can't. "Please don't!" Clutching onto the wall, Oikawa says it again without yelling. His voice is still loud since he's afraid his crying will drown his pleads out. "Why shouldn't I?" You ask with a steady voice. It's strained by what he can assume is crying by the wet splotches covering once rosy blushes he'd give you with his words. "During chemistry my partner said I should drink the chemicals. Maybe she'd get lucky and they'd kill me." Letting out a sad laugh, you add "Maybe I'd be lucky and it'd kill me." Oikawa can't say anything. He's thinking so quickly that the words clog in his throat. Nothing has scared Oikawa more than this. Not Kageyama being a better setter. Not losing his place in nationals to Ushijima. He's never felt anything as bone chilling as this. The sight of you contemplating this, even going through with it if he was a moment later. "I'm not worth it. I shouldn't even be here. It's a mistake." You continue while staring at your reflection. The image makes you sick but you can't look away. "I want this pain to go away. I want to be accepted. I won't be accepted. It won't go away." Your eyes are trying to cry but they can't since you haven't had anything to drink since you thought about taking all your medications but Oikawa was over. "Not unless I make it." The feeling of cold metal against your skin never happens. Instead you feel warmth and salty tears on your neck. Oikawa is holding you, directing the blade so that it's tearing his uniform sleeve. Gently pushing your head onto his chest so you can't see how despaired he is over this situation. It's not about him. "I'm sorry," Oikawa cries. "I'm sorry I didn't notice. I'm sorry I never knew how to help." That's all he can say. All he can manage to get out are "I'm sorry"'s and "I wish I knew"'s. Realizing that he can't fix the past, Oikawa makes himself change the station on his broken radio. "We'll do better together." He proposes quickly. "I'm here for you. I always have been. Please," The words are flying out with how scared he is. So quickly he begins hiccuping between his emotional words. "Don't do this. Let me help you. Let me help you love yourself." He pulls you in tighter, scared that if he loosens his grip at all you'll slide through his strong arms. Oikawa can't stop the ugly tears coming down his face. You'd be weeping by now if your body physically could. Instead your lip quivers, hating yourself but hating the idea of leaving Oikawa more. Oikawa cries harder when you brokenly say, "I'll stay. I'll stay only for you." 

#ILY ALL OF YOU PLEASE DONT DO IT #haikyuu x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x nb reader #oikawa x gn reader #nb reader #angst #fluff #tw: self harm #tw: bullying #tw: suicide #💫 anon #i'm here for all of you #my dms are open for vents and for emergency asks #i'll reblog with mental health + lgbtq help links #i wanted to get it out as fast as i could so i could help anon #i hope i helped you not do this anon

[myvelouri]

I can't understand why you'd allow that!

Why!

You don't know him!

How can you!

How do you expect me to be okay with that?!

I don't get it! I've never seen anyone so... So unguarded! Or... Idk the word!

To think this is why you left, to have this?

How do you expect me to be okay with that!? Any boyfriend would be so confused and upset

I keep thinking about it at work and I get a sinking feeling in my stomach, like butterflies but a horrifying feeling

How did this creep get to talk to you at all?! Why'd you give him your attention like that?!

I thought you liked me

I thought it mattered

How could we be together if you keep doing this?! Don't you see it's painful?! It's so weird!! But it HURTS because -I- love you, because I'M with you, because because! Because!

I can't believe you let him in

I can't

This is so wrong to me

It's killing me

That kind of guy being able to talk to MY B?!

B? WHAT?!

How is that important? How is this a thing

How is this happening

I can't get over it

Like, even strangers like this are able to get close to you and hang out with you? Why aren't you creeped out like everyone else? Why aren't you cautious!? I always felt scared for you and saw you do reckless things and I feel so unsafe for you and it hurts to know you're going to do things like this!

Did you do the same thing with Travis? But with Travis, you knew him somewhat, but even he slid into your DMs, and omg he would have gotten you too!

B!

B no!

Not my b!

No one can get to b easily! No no no!

Why is this happening

B is special, losers can't be lucky enough to hang out with you

It's not right

I don't know what isn't enough about me that you had to have this?! It makes me feel so inferior and more broken, that I'm so defective that you'd resort to shitty, creepy dudes instead of me!!

Sean obviously wants to fuck! Guys don't JUST DM girls

I'm so fucking hurt

There's no way you DON'T see it, it's so obvious he likes you, like it's not even a question

So I don't understand, you like him back? Or else why like his pics back? Why talk to him for hours everyday, WHY PLAN TO MEET UP, AND THEN BE UPSET ABOUT IT WHEN ITS NOT SOON ENOUGH TO MEET HIM. OMG MY HEART.

You were sad about me and creep came along and you started talking to him?

What did you tell him!

How is this HAPPENING

HOW IS B DOING THIS

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE WEIGHT OF HOW FUCKED UP THIS IS

And it's already DONE

IT CAN'T BE UNDONE

OMG

I HAVE TO LIVE WITH THIS

JUST ANYBODY CAN GET CLOSE TO B?

YOU DON'T LOVE ME? YOU DON'T RESPECT ME? YOU THINK I'M UNLOVABLE AND IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT I FEEL?!

We had so much love, more than most couples.

I keep having shocks and anxiety knowing you did this all with this guy

I can't understand

You really don't understand where I'm coming from, if you do then you don't know my feeling because if you did, you wouldn't have done it

I purposely ignored girls for you