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Shattered #9 - It's Cruel To be Kind

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CW: Whumpee thinks Caretaker is new master/whumper, vampire caretaker, bloodbag whumpee, reference to vampire whumper/previous abuse/captivity, bloodbag whumpee, recovery whump, aftermath of nightmare, emotional breakdown/self doubt (August going through it!!!) [Pls lemme know if I missed any! 🫶]

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The wind is swept from August’s sails. It feels as though he’s adrift in the open ocean. Lost at sea with no waves or wind to carry him to shore. A storm rages overhead, lightning splitting through the pitch-black sky, dark clouds rolling in. There’s an island on the horizon, a glimmer of hope. It calls August - it beckons him. And he tries with all his might to paddle there, waiting for the gust of gaia’s wind to propel him towards salvation.

It never comes. The ferocious ocean waves sway August further away. Totally stranded and utterly helpless.

August skulks out of Declan’s bedroom in bruised defeat. The desperate screams for mercy and freedom fade until they’re nothing but a distant echo, swallowed up by the silence of the house. This isn’t working. This isn’t fair. They’re getting nowhere. The road they are paving for the human’s recovery is nothing more than them blindly stumbling in the dark and feeling their way around, and it’s to Declan’s detriment. At his expense. Torturing the already tortured soul.

It’s cruel, August thinks. He took an oath when he devoted his life to medicine; he swore to alleviate pain and suffering, to do no harm, and uphold ethical practices. This cannot be ethical. Surely. What he’s doing feels downright criminal and inhumane. Is it worth the healing of Declan’s body only to terrorise his mind? Leaving him in perpetual anguish and dazing confusion day in and day out. Keeping him hidden and isolated far away from his loved ones.

August slides his back down the wall, head buried in his hands. He can still hear Declan’s shrill cries ringing in his ears, piercing through his heart. Honestly? He always hears them. Day and night. Since that first day Declan woke up and nearly burst his eardrums with his terrified screams. August’s conscience won’t let him forget them, it’s harrowing.

Because Declan is scared half to death of August. The screams are because of him.

Home might just be the best medicine for Declan. That is the true cure August is searching for. Declan may not be held here with ropes and chains or kept under the lull of persuasion; but he is wholly and unwillingly dependent on August for his survival. Declan has no choice now but to rely on the vampire for his entire humanity - he’s too weak to fend for himself, let alone chase his own heart's desire. He is reliant on the vampire for his nourishment, for his health, safety and protection and even his communication. His whole way of life. The only way Declan can exercise his own free will, is if August helps him to.

And well…Declan keeps asking for home. Who is August to deny him that?

“He’s going to try some sleep again,” Lucas whispers across the hallway, careful to slowly and gently pull the bedroom door to. No loud or sudden noises. They’ve learned that the hard way. “I’ve promised him we’ll leave him to it for tonight. He just needs space to breathe.”

And then what? Declan jolts awake an hour later in floods of tears and hiccuping sobs again? Do they ignore it this time? Leave him be and let him cry it out? Or send Lucas back in…he likes Lucas. August knows he shouldn’t be, but he’s so envious of that. He’d never harm a hair on Declan’s head, he’s fought tooth and nail to save him. Why must he be branded the bad guy?

August knows the answer. That doesn’t make it any easier.

“I have never seen fear like that in my life,” Lucas slumps beside August on the floor, a far-away look on his face like he’s just seen a ghost. He stares blankly, dead ahead, at the floral wallpaper across from him, and shakes his head in disbelief, “What the hell do you put a man through to make him scream in his sleep?”

Hell. Exactly that. That’s what you put him through. You turn him into a zombie, living dead. A body forced to live when its mind is melted to a puddle. You send him to tango with death and live to tell the tale. Hurt him until he can’t feel it, and even then still hurt him some more. It’s impossible to comprehend the horrors Declan suffered, or fathom why or how someone could do that to another living, breathing being. But it happened, and August can’t change that no matter how hard he tries.

“Lucas? Do you think we’re doing the right thing?”

It’s a question that’s been rattling inside August’s skull for a while now. Guilt and sympathy fighting each other to the death. He only ever wanted to help Declan back on his feet, bring him completely back to himself and, help deliver him home all in one piece. August could never live with himself if Declan went home to his family, lifeless and comatose. They may as well have sent him with his casket too. And he can’t send him back as he is now; the tattered man weeping himself into another dread-fueled nightmare.

Or can he? Should he?

“Without a doubt in my mind,” Lucas asserts, certain as can be. He says it with his entire chest, and he seems almost offended by the question. He straightens himself from his slouched slump on the floor, sitting up against the wall and crossing his legs underneath him, “What makes you ask that?”

August opens his mouth, but no words come out. His jaw clicks shut before he can even dare try. If he says it, it makes it all real, doesn’t it? Every worry springs into existence, everything he’s frightened of is brought to life. August will have to face all his mistakes and misdeeds, every foolish mis-step he’s taken in Declan’s care. But he has to own up to it sooner or later. Face the music. So he can do what’s right by Declan.

“I fear… I fear we’re doing more harm than good to the boy.”

“August-”

“W-What if I’m getting this all wrong?” August falters, his voice thick with shameful, threatening tears. As Lucas shuffles closer to console him, August crumbles even more into the floor and wishes the ground would swallow him whole. “What - What if we’re hurting him, and sure maybe not hurting him like that vile monster who stole him but... in a different way?”

Declan still thinks and feels like a prisoner. He was trapped in Vince’s basement, and then he was trapped in his mind, his body and now trapped all over again. This time as August’s patient, stuck helpless in bed.

But Lucas shakes his head passionately, giving a reaffirming squeeze to August’s knee. Lucas is too good to August, too kind and forgiving. It’s more than he could ever deserve in this life or the next. But right now his words of encouragement fall on deaf ears, August needs to be told how it is. And it's plain as day that his presence is damaging Declan, not helping him. Declan is still suffering. He’s supposed to be free and thriving, and he’s still hurting.

“Were it not for you, Declan would have taken his last pained breath that first night you brought him home. Even worse, he could have died a broken shell of a man in that basement, alone and suffering. You revived him. You gave him a second life.”

It doesn’t feel like it. What kind of life is jumping at shadows and cowering behind blankets? Terrified of what’s around the corner. A thousand words trapped in his mind that he could never say.

“I bought him. Like livestock…he thinks he’s my property-”

It’s time to call it a day, and let him give up the fight and lay down his sword.

“He’s just scared, August. He’s so scared, and all alone and horribly confused. He’s been through hell and back. It’s not you.”

“It is me, Lucas,” August disagrees, “It’s what I am.”

A blood-sucking monster that stalks the night looking for its next prey to feed from and drain dry. August has spent his whole life trying to break free from that mould, to run far away from what he’s supposed to be and never look back. Somehow Declan sees right through him, right down to his core. He sees what August refuses and tries to hide from. His own blood, his very nature.

“How could he ever heal at the hands of something he fears the most?” August asks, disgusted with himself. He should rip out his fangs and run outside to bathe in the sun’s agonising rays. It sickens him that he is associated with the brute that did this to Declan. That August’s kind hunt and kill humans for food… for sport. Who could blame Declan for being scared of vampires. August is scared of vampires.

“He deserves better-”

“-Declan deserves you,” Lucas’ tone was clipped, as if his word was final and there was no possible room for discussion. But August had known him so long, he could hear the affection underneath the terse words. “You are the best thing that could have ever happened to him. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Lucas once looked at him the same way Declan looks at him now. With nothing but fear and disdain in his eyes. Backed into the corner like a scared small animal. August remembers the way he felt when they both locked eyes for the first time, terror meeting terror; it felt like he wasn’t worthy of breathing the same oxygen. That he was a monster, and should whittle the stake himself and hand it to Lucas with an apologetic bow.

Has August always mistook help for harm? He must be doomed to repeat the same cycle of pain. Maybe it’s just in his cold-blood. His vile, worthless blood. Vampires hurt humans. That's how the story goes. There’s nothing he can do to escape that fate.

“My friend,” August chokes up, grabbing Lucas’ hands to squeeze in his own, and stroking his thumb over his wrists. “I wronged you. I hurt you. Just like I’m hurting Declan now.”

A thousand apologies could never make up for what he’s done, the hurt he inflicted. Years down the line the shame and regret still plagues him, festers inside him deep down. Over and over he’s told he’s forgiven, more times than there are drops in the ocean. Again, it doesn’t change the fact it happened.

“You saved me,” Lucas gasps in awe, astounded by August’s confession. Something they’d both long agreed was water under the bridge. “ Just like you’re saving Declan. Would you have given up on me?”

“Never.”

“Then why give up on him? When he needs you more than I ever did?”

A fire lights inside of August, determination burns within him. This isn’t throwing in the towel, this is him fighting. Doing what’s right, even if it feels wrong. If it means letting go-

“I’m not giving up on him. I would never give up on him. I want to do what’s best by him.”

“I trust you, August. And I think if you just hold in there, Declan will learn to trust you too. It just needs time.”

Time does heal all wounds, as they say. And maybe Lucas is right. Maybe if they just play the waiting game, Declan could make it through to the other side, unharmed and unafraid. Yet August knows that these aren’t fresh wounds - not anymore - they’ve turned to ugly, withered scars. A permanent mark on the boy’s mind, body and soul. There’s no curing that. But could Declan learn to live with that?

“Tell yourself what you tell him. He’s not a captive. We’re going to take him home, yes?” Lucas quirks an interrogative brow, and August nods miserably in response. Declan is starting to feel like a captive against all intent and promises. “I think if we drop him off in human territory now - lame and pain-riddled, scared of everything that moves - that is what would be cruel. Us looking after him and building him back up for a little bit longer; that’s the mercy he’s begging for. Even if he doesn’t realise that right now.”

“How do I know which path to take?” August whispers with a wince, like the daunting thought threatens to implode inside his mind.

“Humans know so little of vampire persuasion, how it affects the brain and body. He could be stuck like this forever. His family will get half their son back at best. Who knows if his state will deteriorate? If he’ll ever walk or talk again. We can help him, August. You know that we can help him feel human again.”

“I don’t want to cause him any more unnecessary pain,” August laments, “He’s been through enough.”

August was never under any illusion this would be easy. He was prepared to weather the storm from the second he first laid eyes on Declan. Down in that basement; knelt and bound, small and fragile, unreachable and lifeless - drowning in Vince's power. August can help Declan, he’s got him this far already, he’s nearly out of the woods. They could do it, this could work. But at what cost?

“Whatever you decide, I’m with you,” Lucas promises, “Wherever you go, I’ll follow. Always…”

August had saved Lucas before, hadn't he? Perhaps there is still hope. Perhaps he can still save Declan.

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𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍,

HSR: Dan Heng x GN! reader.

WARNINGS/ TAGS: Angst to fluff to angst to fluff . Hurt/comfort . Modernish AU . Reader implied to have died once . Blood, but not explicitly stated . Possible OOC character . Not proofread/edited we die like my hands when I typed this out [ 3.3K WC ]

A/N: 7 pages later I'm finally done with this omigod, I swear I went insane somewhere near 1.8K words. Once again, not my best, but I hope you enjoy this :D

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“Dan Heng, it’s okay, you can… Let it out if you want…” Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, your body struggling to find the strength to lift your hand. When you finally did, you gently cupped one of Dan Heng’s cheeks… And only then did you realise how cold your hands felt. Maybe it was the warm feeling of his skin that helped you make that realisation, but there was one thing you were certain of ever since you found out, and that was the fact that everything seemed to be growing colder.

Your mind had focused so much on that, that you had forgotten what you had said to Dan Heng just now. It was only when he responded that you directed your attention from the decreasing temperature to his voice. “You’re the one who’s hurt, not me. I shouldn’t be crying when you’re in this state, I-”

You could hear Dan Heng choke back a sob. “Aren’t you hurting too? That’s more than a reason to cry,” you said as you took one of his hands into your own. “Dan Heng, you’re my friend… I want to be able to help if you’re hurt.”

His eyes widened as you spoke.

Idiot. You’re the one who needs help right now. He’s already tried to patch most of the wounds on your body.

Dan Heng looked into your eyes. He could see the tiredness in them, the way you were struggling to keep your eyes open, the way your body fought to keep a tight grip on reality.

He slipped his hand out of your grasp, and held one of yours in his, then brought it close to his lips, and gently blew into it. Oh, how warm it felt… “Stay awake just a little longer, please, (Name).” You can’t remember if you nodded or not. You just felt so tired, it felt so comforting and soft when Dan Heng held your body close against his in hopes of providing you with warmth.

“I’m scared, honestly…” those words had carelessly slipped out of your mouth as you looked at the male holding you. Maybe it was just your teary eyes tricking you, but you swore you saw Dan Heng’s lips part, trembling a little before he spoke. Well, tried to speak. His words came out in small stutters, his mind so messed up he was unable to form a coherent sentence.

Couldn’t you see what you were doing to him?

“It’s going to be okay,” was all you heard before you finally let your eyes close, darkness clouding your vision.

“I promise to keep you safe next time.”

A promise is a promise… He had to fulfil it this time.

Your body processed everything faster than your mind. You saw light. Something wasn’t right here. If you were dying, wouldn’t the light feel warm and welcoming? Instead you still feel cold. You blinked once, twice, the light was in your eyes. Everything was hazy as you sat up. Where were you? Your head hurts. Bandages? They were now wrapped around your injuries.

“You’re awake.” A familiar voice broke through the air, your head turning towards the source of the voice before you registered that it was Dan Heng. You could see gauzes in his hands as he approached you. “I need to change your bandage. May I?” You nodded, your eyes now looking at the bandage on your upper arm. A little bloodied… “Hey Dan Heng,” you spoke to him in the middle of him tending to your arm. “Yes?” His focus was still on the bandages, even as you asked him. “How long have I been out for?”

“...I can’t remember.” Can’t remember? That was unlike him. Was this even the Dan Heng you knew? “Do you want anything to eat?” He asked before you could inquire any further. “No, thank you.” You slipped yourself from the blankets that covered you, placing your feet on the ground before attempting to stand. Key word, attempt. You almost stumbled forward when you lifted yourself off the bed, with Dan Heng thankfully being there to catch you.

You could feel your face burn with… Embarrassment? Or was it something else? Dan Heng helped you back on the bed before standing. “You shouldn’t be getting out of bed yet,” he said, leaving the room after. You finally took some time to look around the room. Dan Heng’s room? Was this his bed..? Had he been sleeping in the guest room the entire duration you were here?

Once, twice, thrice… It took you a while to stand up. Oh, how stubborn you were. You grabbed hold of the objects around you to help you walk, your grip tightening each time you felt as if your body could no longer support the weight it carried. Slowly, you opened the sliding door to the balcony.

Ah, it was a full moon tonight. Your hands held firmly on the railing as you admired the moon, glimmering in the dark sky. The sound of the rustling of cloth caught your attention, and you turned to see Dan Heng’s eyes staring right into yours. “I thought I told you not to get out of bed,” he added a sigh as he finished his sentence. You could only grin at him. “I know, but the moon is so beautiful tonight!” Dan Heng walked towards you and stood beside you, joining your ‘moon admiring session’, as you liked to call it.

“I understand that it’s been a while since you’ve seen the sky, but I can’t allow you to accidentally injure yourself further,” Dan Heng voiced, his eyes looking at the moon you were so fond of. “And I’d understand that you’re worried for your friend, but I’m an adult! I can take care of myself.”

Dan Heng looked at you, his expression stoic. “Says the one who almost fell when they got up.” You felt your face burn. He sighed again, “Come on. I’ll get you to bed.” You reluctantly followed Dan Heng back into the house, glancing back at the sky before shutting the door.

“Ah, Dan Heng. I forgot to ask,” you said, gaining his attention. “What is it?” “Have you been sleeping in the guest room the entire time I was out?” “Do I look like I’ve been sleeping?”

What?

“And you tell me to take care of myself. Seriously, you need to get some sleep-” “It was because you weren’t there to take care of yourself.” Dan Heng couldn’t help but reach out to touch your cheek, his thumb caressing it. “I can’t help but worry when you get hurt.”

Couldn’t he see what he was doing to you?

“...Go get some rest, please, Dan Heng.”

“Don’t worry about me,” is what he wanted to say, but he knew you better than that. You’d force him to sleep if he said anything along those lines.

“I’ll sleep after I have assured that you have fallen asleep,” was what he said instead. It was your turn to sigh now. You knew he was worried, but did he really have to take it this far? And for what reason? “You know, I could just sleep in the guest room… Considering this is your room.” Before you could continue your sentence, Dan Heng cut you off. “The bed there isn’t as comfortable.” You couldn’t think of anything to answer him with. “...Well, goodnight, then,” you said, laying down and shutting your eyes.

Dan Heng only stood up when he heard your soft breaths even, saying “goodnight” after brushing a strand of your hair from your face, then turning around to leave. Oh, how he loved your peaceful expression as you slept.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw a tray of food with a note attached onto it. “Here’s your breakfast, (Name). If you try to walk, please, be careful.” You couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at your lips. He could be so worried for you sometimes…

You picked up a piece of the food with the fork, and brought it to your lips. Sweet. When was the last time you’ve tasted such a flavour? Somewhere before you went out… Or was it the time you kissed Dan H- No, no. Why were you thinking of that now!? It was just an accident, after all. But oh, the softness of his lips…

You brought your hand to your mouth, your fingertips touching your lips. You could feel your cheeks slowly growing warmer as you thought about it more and more… You just couldn’t ignore it. You laughed a little when you remembered Dan Heng’s face when he abruptly pulled away, apologising and immediately turning around to hide his embarrassment.

The rest of the day went by like a blur. Now, it was night again. You couldn’t find Dan Heng in the house, which made it feel a little lonely. You turned the lights off and tried to sleep, but no matter how much you tried, you just couldn’t, so you decided to go outside again. This time, you sat on the bench in the backyard. The moon was no longer whole, and soon one night, you’d see the skies empty with stars taking the place of what should have been the moon.

You went back to bed not long after. You couldn’t remember what dreams you had, but one thing you could still feel was the warmth.

“Good morning. Sorry that I wasn’t here yesterday.” Was the first thing you heard when you walked downstairs. There he was, reading a book while sipping on some coffee. The living room was still as you had remembered yesterday. Books scattered on the tables and some on the floor, a blanket on the couch for nights that Dan Heng spent there.

You walked towards him, grabbing a cup of water before sitting across him. “Hey Dan Heng, do you want to go to the beach later this evening?” You quickly put your hands over your mouth. You really needed to stop the habit you have of saying things before you thought it through. “Sure.”

What?

He said yes?

You had to take a moment to swallow the lump in your throat before you spoke again. “Great… I’ll see you at the usual place around 6?” That came out less enthusiastic than you had planned for it to be. “Mm. Your injuries. How are they?”

Truth be told, you had kind of forgotten about them. They didn’t hurt.

He must’ve taken good care of you.

“They’ve almost fully recovered.” Dan Heng nodded at your words, his eyes going over the words in his book before closing it and standing up.

Thank you.

“I’ll see you later then.”

You buried your face in your arms on the table when you heard the door click, indicating that Dan Heng had left. Why, why would you ask him! You didn’t want to go, but you didn’t want to leave him there either… Wait, was this technically a date? Does this mean you made the first move?

That evening, when you arrived at the beach, you could see the sun already beginning to set… And Dan Heng’s silhouette in the distance. You could hear the voice at the top of your head asking if you were late, which made you panic… Just a little. You hurried over to him, almost tripping over the sand in the process.

Dan Heng’s hand reached out and flicked your forehead before using his thumb to rub on it. “What was that for!?” “I told you to be careful.”

Your ‘anger’ was short-lived as you looked past Dan Heng’s shoulder, the light of the setting sun on the horizon now shining into your eyes. It hurt a little, but oh, it was so beautiful…

The male’s attention strayed from you as he turned back to look at the sunset that you admired. Your eyes wandered to his. Dan Heng’s blue eyes looked ethereal with the reflection of the sun’s light. While your focus was on him now, Dan Heng’s was still on the sunset. Partially.

This sunset you love is pretty, but the moon you love equally as much is prettier.

In other words,

I never wanted to let you go.

Dan Heng’s eyes continued to linger on the ocean, even after the sun had set completely, and the sky’s orangish colour had faded into the twilight hues you had in front of you. As expected, the moon that had risen tonight was smaller than the moon from yesterday.

“Is this… What you had intended to show me?” his voice came out small. So small, that you almost missed it, had you not immediately turned your attention onto him. Was it what you wanted to show him? You asked him out without thinking. “Maybe,” was all you could muster up as an answer. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either.

He turned his head, a small smile on his face. “Thank you,” he said, one of his hands now holding yours, he brought the back of your hand to his cheek before pressing a kiss on it. He then gently placed your hand on his shoulder, and with his hands now on your waist, he asked in a soft tone, “Would you like to dance?”

The night was still young.

Dan Heng was fully aware that he usually wouldn’t say such things, but tonight. Just for tonight, he told himself. He knew he wasn't going to regret his words. In fact, he wished that it never ended, with your smile as you twirled around the beach, the warm wind blowing through your hair.

He wanted to hold you tight and never let go.

The soft laughter that you let out after you had finished dancing… It was just as he remembered.

He can’t remember how, but one moment leads to another… And now, he could feel your lips on his. They’re just as he remembers from before.

“Dan Heng…” He looked at you with half lidded eyes before pressing another kiss onto your lips. “I love you, (Name),” Dan Heng’s hand travelled to the back of your head, pulling you in, and resting your head on his shoulder. “Don’t speak, please. I just want to know you’re here.”

You kept silent, burying your face into Dan Heng’s neck, your cheeks a little warm from… Whatever Dan Heng just did. Luckily for you, you weren’t the only one. The tip of Dan Heng’s ears were slightly red.

“I’m sorry.”

You pulled back from him to look at him. “Why are you saying sorry?” Dan Heng flinched a little. It wasn’t noticeable, but since he was holding you so closely, you could practically feel when his breath hitched. “Tell me, please,” you said softly, your hands now cupping his cheeks. He placed his hand over one of yours. “I didn’t.”

But his heart felt heavy. Maybe it wasn’t Dan Heng speaking. Maybe it was the heart beating that spoke.

“Let’s just go home.” Maybe this was his way of avoiding your subject, but you didn’t want to pry any further if it made him uncomfortable. The walk home was… Silent. You couldn’t tell if it was supposed to feel awkward for Dan Heng, but to you, with the way he held your hand as you walked… It was comforting.

It was Dan Heng’s turn to be unable to sleep that night. At least, he thought he couldn’t. He felt awake. He rubbed his eyes before walking out of his (the guest’s) room. He walked out the back door, into the backyard, and looked up to the skies. Was it always empty? To his knowledge, there were still days until a new moon. He looked towards the bench to see someone sitting there. Familiar… Was that you? Weren’t you asleep already? “(Name)?” ‘You’ turned your head to look at him. “Yes, my love?”

Ah, so this wasn’t the you he currently knew. He was dreaming after all.

He can’t remember when the last time was when you called him that nickname. He missed you so, so much. His first few steps seemed as if he was unsure if he should walk towards you, or maybe if he walked too fast the ground would open up and swallow him, and he wouldn’t be able to see you again. Once he made sure that he wouldn’t, he ran towards you.

He was standing behind you now.

Well, the old you.

His arms wrapped around your neck, both his hands resting on top of your collarbone. He felt relief when your hands touched his, enveloping them in warmth. How he longed for this feeling again… “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m here now,” you said to him, removing your hands and pointing up to the sky. “Look up there.” Dan Heng titled his head up at your words, now staring into the starless skies. “There’s no moon tonight,” Dan Heng whispered. “There will be tomorrow.”

“Dan Heng, do you see me as a moon?” Dan Heng thought for a moment before responding. “You are my moon, angel.” You smiled. Of course you were. You’d always be his moon. “A moon that has gone?” You asked him again, your hands fidgeting with each other.

“No, never.”

Your hands stopped fidgeting, and you looked up at him. “The (Name) I know now is still you.” A smile appeared on his face as he spoke. “I’ll be able to see and find you no matter how many times the moon ‘disappears’ from the sky.”

“After all, there is only one moon,” he finished, now looking at you with those soft eyes and his warm smile that you loved so much. “And you are the one that I failed to protect from those who wished to admire the beauty of a moon for themselves.”

Dan Heng pulled you up to stand face to face with him, pulling you in a warm embrace. “Only on that day did I stray my eyes from the sunset. It was because I didn’t want to tell you how beautiful it was.”

“Dan Heng…” “Stay with me, please.”

“I promise to protect you.” Your heart clenched at his words. “My love, you know I can’t.”

Dan Heng’s eyes averted your gaze. “I thought I would lose you again.” Ah. That day you got injured. “It all felt so familiar, like I was reliving your loss.” Your hand travelled up to tilt his head towards you. “But I’m okay, aren’t I?” His grip tightened around you. “I’m sorry.” You leaned in closer to his lips. “Don’t be, please,” you muttered under your breath before kissing him.

The moon loves you too much to think that it is not your fault, and neither was it the moon’s fault that it was dyed the beautiful colour of crimson for its beauty.

I loved you when I was the (Name) you once knew, and I always will, no matter how many times you think you’ll have to see a different moon in your sky.

Dan Heng’s eyes widened as you kissed him. He could feel tears form in his eyes as he watched as you disappeared with the first rays of the sunlight. “Wait!” was the last thing he said before he found himself awake again. He could now feel the wetness staining his cheeks, and the warmth lingering on his lips.

“Dan Heng? Are you okay?” You were sitting beside his bed, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, before using your thumb to gently wipe his tears away.

Silly angel. You’re always going to be the same moon. You were always going to worry for him, the same way he worries for you.

Dan Heng’s mouth was slightly agape. He took a moment to collect himself before pulling you into his chest. “I’m fine, (Name).”

I love you too.

RBs & follows are highly appreciated <3

@achy-boo @kalims (I'm sorry I couldn't make it full on angst)

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pandulce135 · 9 months

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The Fivefold Trap (TMNT 2012 Reader Insert)

Note: This is such a wannabe song fic lmao. Straight up, this is an idea I had for my OC Toru for the 2012 version of her (cuz I have a version for 2003 and 2018, too). Like, if I were to write a whole fic, this would be a highlight on Toru's home life and honestly, it wouldn't be seen by the turtles until they go to space because of that holograph room. This idea has been plaguing my brain for months and honestly? It's for the angst. The other versions of her are much more lighthearted. 2012 Toru is just not having a good time.

The songs used in this fic are: Pieces by Sum 41, Perfect by Simple Plan, Spaceship by Art Sorority, A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: troubled home life, strained relationship with parents, self deprecation, drug use, mention of thoughts of suicide, child neglect and emotional abuse, psychological abuse and trauma, experiment, not proofread (lmk if I need to add anything!)

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You were awake, you knew it, so why couldn’t you see anything? You felt your eyelashes make contact with something- were you wearing a mask? How did you get here? Why were you so achy? You had no recollection of getting here- wherever you were.

The last thing you remember was sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building. There was no one up there, no one around. You were trying to get a breath of fresh air and relax while you strummed on your ukulele. It was after seeing the Hamato sons at their Lair. You strummed chords at random, coming up with a tune in your head. Your hands on the strings were illuminated only by the lights of the city and shining moon above you.

The boys had gotten into an argument when you excused yourself from the Lair. You had told Donnie to text you and reminded him that he’s doing great under all the pressure his brothers and father are placing on him. He had left at the same time you did, explaining that April called him. He had given you a quick ride back to the surface in one of his armored go carts before continuing his drive to his own destination.

You didn’t get the chance to play your ukulele long. You remember feeling a presence behind you and stopped playing, your fingers freezing over the strings abruptly. There wasn’t enough time for you to turn around before a sharp pain hit your head.

That’s what happens when you let your guard down.

You groaned as you sat up, still unable to see what’s around you. The ground was cold and smooth with a glossy finish. This wasn’t a cellar, by any means. There was a smell in the air, however. A cleaning product, Lysol?

To your left, you heard two different voices.

“You’re sure it will work?” A feminine voice. Karai.

“You shouldn’t doubt my skill. I know exactly what I am doing.” An arrogant voice. Male. Baxter Stockman. He usually speaks like this when he’s talking about science, so you’ve seen. What exactly is he…?

“They’re awake too soon. Hit it.”

“Wait-” You tried reaching out, tried saying something to stop them when music began playing from whatever contraption was on your head. You placed your hands on it, hearing a sad guitar begin to play. Your fingertips were met with cold, heavy duty steel that seemed to stay on your head no matter how hard you pried.

Before you, a crying young teen sat just as you recognized the song and the person.

“I tried to be perfect But nothing was worth it I don’t believe that makes me real

I thought it’d be easy But no one believes me I meant all the things that I said

If you believe it’s in my soul I’d say all the words that I know Just to see if it would show That I’m trying to let you know

That I’m better off on my own.”

You looked at the younger version of yourself. Curled up, sobbing with headphones blaring music to try and calm down. You liked listening to this music because it allowed you feel seen and heard- like someone finally understands.

There were a lot of things that led to these thoughts of isolation and beliefs of not being good enough: degrading parents who expected their only child to be a spitting image of them, being average when they demanded perfection, ultimately having such low confidence because of their words.

Worthless.

Even when you did your best, it just wasn’t enough. Maybe you were better off on your own.

You sat there staring at your crying form for three minutes before the image in your head changed and you were now in your kitchen. A new song began to play in your ears and your parents had just gotten home from a long time of being at their out of state lab- almost a month.

Not even five minutes into them being home and they’re yelling at your preteen self. You had forgotten about this. It had probably been pushed to the back of your mind, shoved away so you could continue moving along. You had gotten a few B’s on your last group of tests. They threatened to take away the electronics in the apartment, they wanted to make it so the only thing you would do was study, not even be a kid.

“We raised you to be smart and capable. Not average!” Your father shouted down at you with a vein threatening to burst at his temple. “You’re supposed to be like us: smart, capable, you’re an idiot!”

“Hey, dad, look at me Think back and talk to me Did I grow up according to plan?”

“Spending all your time playing that stupid ukulele, watching those stupid videos on the computer. You need to study. B’s are for average children. You’re supposed to be better than this!”

“And do you think I’m wasting my time Doing things I wanna do But it hurts when you disapprove all along.”

Your mother towered over your quaking form. You were trying to hold it together, trying to remain strong until you can hide away in your room to let it all out.

“We’ve worked hard to keep a roof over your head, to give you the best education we can afford and you do nothing but disappoint us. Go to your room!”

Grades were all that mattered to them. They still are. Even when they tasked you with saving the world.

“Nothing’s gonna change the things that you said And nothing’s gonna make this right again Please don’t turn your back I can’t believe it’s hard just to talk to you But you don’t understand.

‘Cuz we’ve lost it all Nothing lasts forever I’m sorry I can’t be perfect.”

“I did my best,” you had muttered. Your hands were fists at your sides, trying to keep your voice steady. Trying to stay strong for just a few more minutes.

“And it’s just too late And we can’t go back I’m sorry I can’t be-”

“-perfect.” You had said the last line of that song before you turned to go to your room. You had slammed the door shut and locked it before letting your emotions out. You had forgotten all of that.

You stood up to follow your younger self through the memory and into their room. You moved your hand to the doorknob to enter only for it to phase through the door. You let out a small gasp but jumped as a voice came over an intercom.

“Greetings turtles… and Y/N. It’s time for us to play a game.” Karai’s voice came over the intercom. So the boys were here, too! Good, good. At least you’re not alone in this. “Each of you have been placed inside a room with a unique trap. Oh, we all had input. Isn’t that right Xever?”

Xever’s voice was a bit muffled, he obviously was standing further away from the microphone. “I helped design yours personally, Raphael. Everyone loves baked turtle.”

“Raphael, you’re inside the first trap, aptly called the Hot Head. Can you figure a way out?” Karai’s voice was menacing over the intercom. Her attention shifted. “Hello, Leonardo. Welcome to the Courage Slayer. To save your brothers and Y/N, you’ll have to face ninja blades as skilled as your own, which isn’t all that formidable. So I cranked up the speed to 100.”

Your eyes widened but were still only able to take in the darkness inside the metal helmet mask you wore.

“Donatello, are you smart enough to beat the Brain Boggler? Connect he pieces as they appear on the game grid. Make a mistake and you get zapped. Get zapped enough times, and then you’ll truly know what it feels like to be brain fried.”

“Next, we have the Flush-O-Matic. Once the tanks are full, the flush valve will open and dump mutagen all over you poor, little Michelangelo.” There was a moment where you knew Mikey was talking back to your captors, probably something about the name.

“Last, but certainly not least, Y/N. On your head is Memory Activator Helmet. You already know how it works. It’s able to see memories you’ve subconsciously pushed away. With the help of music, you’re able to see those memories right before your eyes. You will always be the least favorite only child in the eyes of your parents.” Karai let out a laugh. “We wanted to see you break before we break you. Good luck, Turtles, and good riddance.”

It was like a Saw movie. Traumas you had already lived through began to bubble up to the surface as another song began to play, just a guitar, and a new scene appeared before your eyes.

You were staring out of your window. It was three in the morning. There was a handwritten note on your desk.

“Get-get, get inside your spaceship You don’t have a car, but you don’t have to take this You’ll jet up out the city like your favorite authors Look up at the stars, look up at the stars

You’re on a fast track living from a backpack Leaving all the sad-sack suckers in the dust behind you This is how you roll, permanent vacation You put in your time, now you’re out of patience.”

Your behavior at school had begun to get worse. You were isolating yourself from your peers, others were beginning to start rumors. In their eyes, you were a weirdo, a product of an experiment gone wrong thanks to your parents. The career of ‘scientist’ mixed in with a social outcast of a child really gave your parents a certain reputation.

“You can really go, no one’s gonna stop you You can really go, no one’s gonna stop you You can really go, but now you’re getting caught up in it Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!”

You watched as you looked out the window, contemplating, thinking, wondering. Your younger counterpart’s eyebrows were furrowed, obviously deep in thought. Little you glanced at the note they had written minutes prior. Looking into those tear stained, tired eyes, you yourself began crying. It hit you like a truck, this memory. Your chest hurt and you clutched at the shirt that you wore as you stepped back. A hard wall collided with your back and helmet as you watched yourself ask if they’re ready.

“Think about your friends, think about your other friends Thinking ‘bout you when they can, probably wondering what happened to you Can’t return their calls, skipping every breakfast You tried to be a writer but instead you only fact check.”

That’s when you threw yourself at the other you. You where shocked when your arms wrapped around their body rather than go through them, but held on nonetheless. You sobbed into the shoulder of the you from before you met the turtles, and began training with Splinter, and studying with April and Casey even though you went to different schools, sat there.

“It gets better, I promise,” you let out in a hoarse voice, hardly above a whisper. “You have six new friends, you have a sensei, and you have a second home. Don’t give in just yet, please!” You held onto yourself, crying. Eventually, their head was on your shoulder, sobbing. Is this how it happened?

There had been a feeling of warmth that encased you, and then there was a nice voice mixed in with the bad ones, telling you to keep going, telling you to not give up. A fire in you ignited that night that burned bright, angry, and proud.

“Keep going and do not falter.”

You didn’t even notice the song fade out, you only heard your sobbing.

Karai had watched the whole thing from the observation deck screens where she could see the others as well. This was a little experiment that Karai had Stockman doing, and it also incorporated a type of torture, less physical, more psychological. She laughed, watching you stand frozen before backing up, clutching your chest. But then you did something that made her confused. You leapt out with your arms out.

“What are they doing?” Karai asked the scientist that stood to her side. Stockman looked from you to Karai to the screen that showed them what you were seeing. Upon seeing, his eyes widened and he began to stammer.

“This wasn’t anticipated! It’s very interesting.” Stockman pulled on the monitor to show Karai the screen. “They appear to be hugging the version of them from their memory.”

“Interesting.” Karai stared at the screen, holding her chin in thought. “Stockman, can you ruin a memory?”

He stammered. “What do you mean?”

“The memory they’re in, can you make it worse?” Karai clarified, still eyeing your form on the monitor as you began to calm down from your crying. She rolled her eyes at the sight. “So emotional…”

“From what I have currently, I cannot.” He answered, straightforward and simple. “But,” he pressed a button on the console he stood before, prompting another song to play and a new memory to appear in your head, “we can make them remember the worst of the worst.”

The version of you that you were hugging fazed out and you fell forward. Your hands made contact with the cold floor to keep you from face planting. You felt your gut begin to twist and swirl, a newfound nervousness taking hold. The sights and scenes began anew.

You stood over yourself laying in bed it was the morning after a particularly terrible fight you had with your parents. This one was the most recent memory, only taking place a few months ago. You hardly got any sleep and the bags under your eyes showed for it. In your hand was a small device resembling a USB drive. It wasn’t for memory storage, though.

You remember how your world seemed to spin that day and you just laid in bed, avoiding your parents. You didn’t have to wait long though, they were out of town for the next month in their lab the following day.

“Sometimes, in the morning I am petrified and can’t move Awake but cannot open my eyes

And the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can’t breathe I hope someone will save me this time.”

You watched as the version of you in bed lifted the small device to their lips and breathed in a heavy breath. You sat there for a moment, letting the chemicals mix with your insides before breathing out, a cloud of smoke escaping through your lips.

You weren’t addicted by any means, no. It was just an opportunity to stay loose, so you took it and ran. It was an effort to remain calm in a stormy apartment.

At this point, you had known the turtles for a bit, but they didn’t know about your home life and you still won’t plan on telling them. However, you’re sure Master Splinter had realized something was amiss. The way you held yourself and avoided much conversation of your parents probably helped him piece that one together.

You let out a gasp when the scene changed but the song stayed the same. They’re really aiming for torture, aren’t they?

“Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things Crawl back into bed to dream of a time When your heart was open wide, and you love things just because Like the sick and the dying.”

You were looking at a child version of you, probably five, so happy, so smiley. Your parents loved you then and you had felt that warmth until you reached middle school.

You missed the way they looked at you like you were the light of their lives, like you belonged with them. Your existence made them proud to call you theirs.

It all changed when they began taking longer leaves to their lab. They cracked down on you, made you feel worse and worse about being average.

“And sometimes, when you’re on, you’re really fucking on And your friends, they sing along and they love you.”

You thought back to the four turtles, April, Casey, Master Splinter. They gave you love your parents never did. They are proud of you. They don’t see you as merely average, but an outstanding fighter with a brilliant mind.

There was an ache beginning to form in your skull. Your head was hurting. All of these memories being pulled out, sobbing for so long, thinking of your past and present life. The scene changed to another more recent memory.

“But the lows are so extreme, that the good seems so fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absence.”

You hadn’t gone to visit the turtles in a few days, you didn’t even text them. You were losing your mind trying to study for an intense exam coming up. Notes were littered on the kitchen table and your laptop played notes videos that taught you nothing. The fear of failure continued to push you, though, even if that meant ghosting the turtles for a few days.

But they came to check up on you.

“But you’ll fight, you’ll make it through You’ll be better and you’ll be smarter and more grown up And a better daughter or son And a real good friend.”

The four climbed in through your window and you calmed down. Donnie recognized the work and walked you through it, Leo made you some tea and listened to your ranting, Mikey allowed for a few minutes of mindless distraction, and Raph encouraged you to release some stress through some playful sparing on the roof.

Oh, how you appreciated them.

You put your foot down that day. You vowed to yourself that you’ll be by their side no matter what, facing who knows what challenges. You may have your own ups and downs, but these were friends you were not willing to give up so easily, not like you had allowed with your peers in the past.

You may be below average in the eyes of your parents, but you have a new family. A better family. The turtles, Master Splinter, April, and Casey.

“And your ship may be coming in You’re weak, but not giving in And you’ll fight it, you go out fighting all of them.”

You heard a click. Maybe you were going crazy? Then a hissing. Then a voice came over the intercom.

“Stop fighting it, Y/N. It’ll be a lot easier for all of us if you just let it happen,” Stockman’s voice rang through your ears. What was he talking about? It was then that you noticed that the memory before you was glitching and there was no music playing. “Whatever you’re doing, stop it.”

You moved without thinking, standing up straight and squaring your shoulders. With trembling fingers, you moved your hands up to the metal contraption that was holding you hostage with your own memories and traumas.

“What are you doing? Stop it!” Stockman shouted over the intercom. This would ruin his ‘research,’ effectively destroying his work on this matter.

“You really had me in the first half, not gonna lie.” You pulled the helmet off of your head and blinked as light flooded into your vision. You turned to face a camera in the corner of the room. “But you underestimate me. I’m strong, Stockman. I survive.” With that, you smashed the helmet against a nearby wall with as much force as you could muster up. Upon impact, it shattered onto the floor. The mechanical bits were now loose and visible, but you continued to stomp on it, making sure it still wasn’t usable.

“No! No my work,” Stockman cried out, mourning the loss of his invention that left you way more messed up than you already were.

But yet now there was a sense of strength and belonging. You were where you needed to be.

You looked around the room you were in, trying to find a way out, and then you spotted a door hidden in the corner on the other side of the room. You took off in a sprint and were able to make it out of the room and were surprised when you found yourself in a sewer. You were less surprised to hear fighting down one end. You followed the sound.

“Surrender, my daughter,” Splinter’s voice echoed through the tunnel you were running through. “You are defeated. My sons and Y/N are free.” His voice made you pick up your pace and soon enough, you were watching him face off with a giant white mutated snake- Karai.

Splinter’s words seemed to anger Karai and she let out a growl. “I’ll never surrender to you!” She shouted, her voice echoing off of the dark walls that surrounded them. She charged at him. “Never!”

It was easy enough for Splinter to overpower his daughter and throw her to the ground, but you knew that mentally, it was a difficult task for him.

“Miwa.” Splinter tried to reason with her, only to earn a hiss before she jumped off of the platform in the middle of the opening and into the water below.

That water was the only thing keeping you away from Splinter and April, who were both still on the platform. You looked around, trying to find a way to cross to the platform as Splinter began chanting. It was easy to recognize that he was trying to call upon the ancient scrolls, but you couldn’t tell which one. When Karai reappeared behind him, he was able to dodge her attack and planted his own.

“I love you, Miwa.”

It was easy to remember your place in all of this now. You were a sidekick, helping the turtles until all of this was over. You were never a part of their family, they already had one. A stray tear fell down your cheek and landed on the rusty metal tunnel.

You let yourself watch as Karai fell into the water, you were too far to help her. April had to hold Splinter back as he tried to lunge over the the side for his daughter.

That’s when you all heard Tigerclaw’s voice from above. “Your victory has come at a price, Yoshi-san.” In his hands was a rifle that he pointed at Splinter. You all heard it begin to power up and you could have kicked yourself for not looking for any weapons before making your way over here.

However, a sword sliced at his gun, sending it flying towards the floor. Everyone’s gaze followed where the sword came from only to see the turtles jumping down from the ceiling.

“Sensei!”

“April!”

Once they had landed, Tigerclaw flew away, an evil laugh echoing off the walls of the tunnel he flew into.

”Where’s Y/N?” Leo asked, looking around the expanse of the area. That’s when you called out.

“Over here!” It didn’t escape you how your voice pitched up in the middle of your call and took a deep breath. You eyed your surroundings and pinpointed a few pipes you could use to make your way over to them.

When you landed, Splinter spoke up. “I trust that you are all unharmed.”

Physically? Yes. Mentally? Psychologically? You turned away from the group so they wouldn’t see the tears threatening to escape once more.

“Sensei?”

“What happened?”

Donnie and Leo both asked.

Splinter moved to steady himself, using the edge of the console to assist him. “She forced me into combat, but the Healing Hands I used on her were meant to help her, not harm her.” You felt the air in the room grow thicker. “I fear that we will never see Miwa again.”

Leo moved to stand behind Splinter. “Never give up hope.” He placed his large three fingered hand onto his father’s shoulder. “That was the greatest lesson you taught me as a kid, Sensei.” That prompted Splinter to turn around and look at everyone before him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back. The strain of having your memories pulled out of the darkest shadows of your mind to shine at the forefront still weighed you down.

Splinter stood up, placing an arm around Leo’s shoulder. “Come, let us go home.”

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gumycandyyy · 1 year

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“You need help.”

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-An Engineer!Mark x reader oneshot-

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Gn!reader

Summary: Captain wakes up in the loop once again, and is sick of their choices being obsolete. They just need some comfort, and the only person nearby is Mark.

Content warnings: Slight? Mental breakdown, Some self-deprecating thoughts, Captain talks (but only a little,) Mark being a golden retriever, tell me if I missed any.

(2nd POV)

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“Current ship status: ABSOLUTELY CATASTROPHIC.”

You cursed in your head as you jolted awake, hearing the robotic voice of the computer. You slammed open the door of your cryo-pod with a grimace. You couldn’t even catch a break.

You thought it’d surely be over when you fell asleep, that it would be the end. You had grown old on a new planet, watched over everything, not realizing that your entire life there would be erased. Every choice you made to get there led right back here, on this God forsaken ship. As the reality of what seemed to be your entire future hit you, you sank slowly to the ground. This is your entire future. You’re never going to get out of this loop. ‘You’re the captain!’ you heard an imaginary voice yell, ‘You shouldn’t act like this! You have a crew to protect. You have to save them, not cry on the floor. What an idiotic choice. You’re no fit to be in power.’ You brought your gloved hand up to your eyes, trying (and failing) to dry your tears as you backed yourself into a corner.

You’re stuck in a time-loop, you surely have enough time for whatever this is. Stuck. With no way to exit the loop, no way to leave, no way to die, no way to stay dead.

“Captain?”

You jolted, realizing Mark was now there. He looked down at you with a look of confusion, followed by shock. His beloved Captain was crying? The strong and persevering Captain that he looked up to, was now down on the floor, in a metaphorical puddle of guilt and sadness. “Captain, what are you doing?” Said Mark, as he bent down on his knees to your level.

You just dug your face further into your knees, hugging yourself as you ignored the man in front of you. “Captain, you need to tell me what’s going on.” Said Mark, with a worried expression. “Captain, I- ... I want to help you, I-” He stopped, carefully thinking over his words. “I need to help you... You need help.”

Those words.

Those three damned words.

‘You need help.’

You choked back a sob, your barriers breaking. You reached for Mark, needing some form of comfort. He seemed a little surprised, but he hugged back nonetheless. You clung to him as if he were going to disappear at any moment, which was very likely, seeing how everything going on around you seemed to be working against you.

Mark snapped you out of your anguish by running his hands along your back. You dug your face into the crook of his neck to ground yourself, and to make sure you didn’t fall back into despair. “Mark..” you said against his skin, in barely a whisper. He hummed in response, as a signal that he was listening. “Thank you...”

“Captain, I- you don’t need to-”

“Please..” you whispered. He got the message and stopped talking. “Thank you for being here. if it wasn’t for you, I’d- I’d have no idea what to do, you’ve done so much for me, I- I don’t even think I’d-”

Mark shushed you this time. “Just.. Just breathe.” He softly said. “I’m here, and I’m not gonna let go.” He ran his fingers through your hair, softly, as if you were as fragile as paper. He held you closer, the friction between your bodies soothing you. by then you had calmed down considerably, your breathing returning to normal. The two of you were still in a heap on the floor, but honestly, you preferred to stay like that.

Mark loosened his grip slightly, shifting your bodies to face each other. When he succeeded, he gently pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m.. I’m here for you, ok?” Said Mark, with pure affection laced in the tone of his voice. You placed your hand against his cheek, noticing the reddish-pink tint on Mark’s face. You smiled lightly, placing a peck on the tip of Mark’s nose. He let out a small, almost unnoticeable noise that could only be described as pure, absolute, joy.

you rested your head on Mark’s shoulder, finally feeling at peace. If only you could feel this forever...

But you couldn’t.

You felt Mark’s body slowly disappear, and opened your eyes. seeing a small gold-ish light gradually come towards you. You knew what this meant, so you gradually stood up, and walked towards it. you looked behind you, seeing nothing but darkness. “I’m gonna count this as a happy ending...” You quietly breathed. Smiling slightly, you walked back into the light.

“Current ship status: ABSOLUTELY CATASTROPHIC.”

#screaming crying and passing out #iswm #iswm x reader #space mark #markipler #markipler egos #markipler egos x reader #fanfiction #why did i write this im sad now #head engineer mark #engineer!mark x reader #hurt/comfort #im dying why so many tags #gumy writes #gumycandy

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sarifinasnightmare · 6 months

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Seeking Warmth

Rating: For Everyone

Summary: Bucky is usually the one waking Sarah up with his nightmares. Tonight it's the other way around.

Warning: Deals with grief over a loved one.

Prompt: Tell me a story...I don't know any stories.

Sarah woke up gasping with tears streaming down her face. Quickly she tried to stifle her sobs, but it was too late, Bucky was already awake and staring down at her with great concern.

“What happened?” He asked, checking her over. Usually, it was him that woke up, sweaty and stressed from his nightmares. Tonight, it was the other way around and honestly, he didn’t really care for it.

The strong, indomitable part of herself wanted to wipe her tears away and assure him that it was just a nightmare and she was fine, but her heart was still aching and the tears weren’t stopping, so she just let herself weep.

“Sarah?” He asked more gently as he reached out to rest his hand over the one she hand laying over her chest.

“I…” she tried to gather her thoughts, but it was tough as the painful memory clung to her. “…I begged him not to leave me…I know I should’ve…go in peace…but I was in so much…pain…”

Understanding, Bucky reached over and pulled her into his arms as the bitter memory of her husband’s death overwhelmed her. From what he’d been told, Cassius had put off seeing the doctor until the pain had become unbearable and by then the diagnosis came too late. He’d died so quickly that it had left his beloved Sarah grief stricken and in utter shock. Like him, the trauma never truly healed, but was set aside only to emerge like a ghost in the night.

“Just cry it out.” He soothed her gently. “I’m here.”

“He told me he was sorry. He wished he had done things different.” She sighed. “I had to pretend that I was strong, that I could handle doing it on my own just to put him at ease.” She shook her head. “I wasn’t…I was so…angry…and scared…he promised to grow old with me and he…lied.”

“You still angry?” He asked curiously.

For a moment she said nothing, just buried her face against his soft blue shirt. “Maybe bitter. I mean, all of this could’ve been avoided and he’d still be here watching our boys grow, helping me with the house, the business…I wouldn’t have this hole…”

“It’s because I asked about marriage isn’t it? You’re afraid that I’m going to leave you like your husband did.”

They had been dating for years now and Bucky was completely invested in Sarah, Cass and AJ. He had broached the topic to her expecting some excitement, but instead had received a timid response begging him to let her think about it.

Sarah felt fresh tears of frustration spill out. “I want to say yes. I’m aching to say yes, but the memories hurt so much. Bucky, I love you, I do, please believe me.”

He kissed her precious face and squeezed her tight against him. “I know you love me. I’m so lucky that you love me and I love you so much that sometimes I can’t see straight.”

“How can you love someone whose too scared to get married again?”

He sighed, staring down at her sad brown eyes and kissed her forehead. “I have so much baggage and so do you. I pushed too soon and I’m sorry for that. You and the boys are all that I need, and I shouldn’t need a ring and a paper to confirm it.”

“You deserve it, Bucky. After everything, you deserve to get exactly what you want.” She insisted.

“I got what I want. I’m not mad, promise.” He smiled warmly at her. “Please don’t cry.”

It was still too raw, and she sighed. “Make me forget…Tell me a story.”

Bucky frowned a little. “I don’t know any stories.”

Now she frowned. “Was it all so miserable for you back then? You had no happy moments?”

“I mean no, but so much is a blur…I do remember my childhood and days during the war.” Suddenly the corner of his lips lifted. “I just remembered.”

“What?”

“It was during the war, and I was with my unit. The weather was so cold, the coldest I’d ever felt in my life and we were all freezing our asses off. Many of us huddled together sharing blankets. Gabe was always warm blooded, so he was fairing slightly better and was trying to sleep. Jim was a popsicle and had rested against Gabe to get some warmth. Dum Dum noticed the cuddle fest and decided to start telling this dirty story about him and some girl he met at a bar. It was just getting good when all of sudden Gabe flipped out on Jim and was like yelling, Hell no, Jim, what the hell! and Dum Dum was laughing hysterically. It took me a minute to realize that Jim really liked the story and Gabe felt it.”

Sarah snorted then giggled, making Bucky grin triumphantly.

“They’re all a bunch of idiots, but they were great guys. I miss them.” He added, soothing away a lingering tear from her cheek. “I can tell you more. I remember one time with Pinkerton, a girl and a tank.”

“Maybe later.” Sarah smiled faintly. “Where did you met girls during a war. I imagined it was all fighting.”

“Well when Steve joined us we got a little more down time and there were a lot of cute nurses and secretaries.”

“Any caught your eye?” She pressed her cheek against his hand, finding comfort in his warmth.

“A few, but none like you.” He admitted before kissing her nose.

“You don’t have to say that. I bet they were beautiful with their red lipstick and fitted uniforms.”

“Well yeah but they’re still not you. I love you.”

Her heart swelled and her smile grew stronger. “I love you too. Hold me tight. I don’t want to feel alone.”

“I’m here.” He promised, clutching her to him as he pulled the sheets to cover them both. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Soothed, Sarah drifted off, confident that Bucky would keep the nightmares at bay.

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silvershewolf247 · 3 months

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Tearing at the Seams (1)

Chucky had to admit, Andy had a more colorful vocabulary than he realized. Of course, Chucky had given the kid an advanced early education on the subject. He was never one to mince words, even around children. But Chucky had never really used the word “cunt” much; he tried it out twice and the only thing Tiff and Mixter ever agreed on was that it was an ugly word, and he shouldn’t use it. Tiffany slapped him for it. Mixter rapped his knuckles with a ruler. So, it seemed Andy had kept learning while Chucky was gone.

It was the first time he’d been called a “cunt”. And the second. And the third. And the fourth. Andy seemed to realize it had thrown Chucky off, hearing it at first, and milked it for all it’s worth. And while the shock died down after the first time, it was still a bit surreal to hear it from Andy.

Chucky grabbed the antiseptic out of the cabinet and took the cloth out of the packaging. In the back of his mind, Chucky wondered what Andy was trying to do outside of annoying him. Which he admittedly, was doing a fanfuckingtastic job at. Andy’s screams almost had a bit of nostalgia to them. It definitely reminded him exactly why he kept the gag in at first. Despite everything that had changed about Andy, he still had a strong set of lungs on him, and he could fucking scream.

And that noise could fucking travel. You could hear him in every inch of the cabin, the yard, and deep into the surrounding forest. Chucky honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the kids at Incarnate Lord could hear him. Even putting the gag back in didn’t fucking help. And he still had the bite mark on his hand from when did.

There was no point in trying to talk to Andy. Even to taunt him. If he was awake, he would scream and thrash until he passed out. Eventually, Chucky had started leaving him alone. But, without getting to fuck with Andy, he was bored as shit. He was trying to find ways to make himself busy. He couldn’t very well go out and kill someone with the state his body was in. He supposed Andy had been successful in that regard.

Just the thought of that little shit getting one over on him made Chucky want to go back downstairs and tear him open again. On cue, Barclay started screaming again. It’s frustrating how Andy could ruin something so fun. Chucky tried his best to ignore him. That’s when the banging started up again.

It had been nearly a week since he gave Andy the timeline, and after three days of trying to negotiate his way out of it, a day of screaming profanities, and a day of screaming into a gag. Barclay had decided he wasn’t being annoying enough and had decided to start banging against the bed frame.

Chucky had taken to meditating. At least his version of it. Thinking about how Karen Barclay would scream when she realized what had happened to her baby boy, and how his hands would feel around her throat. Imagining Norris sobbing over her corpse, and picturing the dumbfounded look on Mike Norris’s face when he used Barclay’s hands to cut him into little pieces. It was soothing.

Chucky sighed, he knew he would have to go down there eventually, Mixter told him he had to clean the stitches twice a day if the back alley repair job was going to work. And he had already missed the last time. Chucky had been hoping he could sneak down there while he was asleep. But of course, Andy ruined that plan as well. Chucky took a deep breath and walked down the stairs. As the steps creaked beneath him, Andy went quiet. Chucky took a relieved breath. When he reached the bottom of the steps, Andy looked up at him. There was another second of silence, before he started screaming at Chucky again. Chucky sighed.

Chucky walked over and dumped the antiseptic into the cloth. As he went to apply it, Andy jerked his leg away. Banging himself against the frame in the process.

“You are such a fucking child, you know that,” Chucky said. He tried again, and again Andy jerked away. Finally Chucky just grabbed his leg to hold it still. Andy hissed into the mask. Good, Chucky hoped it fucking hurt. Then Chucky took a look at his leg.

“Oh, you little shit”

#Chapter 2 Au: Not Out Of The Woods #torture tw #gore tw #i edited this one #this was what i was working on last night

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unbloomingmoonflower · 1 year

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forward.

Second part to Acceptance

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The light beckoned to her. Her lashes fluttered before her eyes slowly opened to a pure white ceiling. Sunlight streamed through the open window, the wind toying with the curtain gently. Where am I?

“Hikari! You’re awake!” The familiar voice called out her name and Hikari’s dark eyes slid to the owner of it.

Her vision blurred as the gentle face looking at her, relief in his innocent eyes. “Yugi? Is it really you?”

Yugi beamed a smile that quickly changed to concern when Hikari pushed herself upright. “H-Hey, you shouldn’t be getting up! You just woke up!” he stammered worriedly, only to gasp when Hikari threw her arms around the boy.

“You’re back,” Hikari whispered with a sob. “You have no idea how lost everyone felt without you. Even Yami...” The ravenette gasped pulling back to look at Yugi in the face. “Are you both all right? Yami was falling apart without you after what happened. Did you talk about it?”

“Whoa, whoa, Hikari!” Yugi placed his hands on the babbling girl’s shoulders, effectively quieting her down. His eyes glanced to his left furtively, as though indicating the aforementioned Pharaoh was near and listening. “We’re fine, I promise. We talked everything out. We were worried about you, though, since your soul was taken too,” he told her.

“Ah, that’s right. I was separated from Jounouchi and Honda and captured by Dartz...” Hikari recalled in a soft voice, her mind flipping through the memory. “He tried to turn me against Yami.”

Yugi’s gaze flickered to the silhouette of Yami, seeing the Pharaoh’s expression darken at Hikari’s words. It was an expression Yugi recognized; a protective instinct within Yami was triggered even though Hikari was recollecting what had happened before he and his friends arrived. When Yugi’s gaze returned to Hikari, he was shocked to see the ravenette placing a hand over her heart. “Yugi, if I’m being honest...I could feel Yami’s heart breaking when your soul was lost as easily as feeling my heart being broken. So when Dartz tried to convince me Yami was evil, I...”

A soft laugh bubbled from Hikari’s lips. “Would you believe me that I told that jerk that I accepted Yami’s light and darkness, until he accepted himself?”

Yugi’s own chuckle left him, his expression softening before he answered. “I do believe it, honestly. You and Yami were always close.”

“I promised to help get you back, even if it did cost me my soul,” Hikari sighed before she reclined against her pillows. Her expression softened, her fingers laced together. I couldn’t bear to see Yami in such pain anymore...

So do you want to tell her, Pharaoh? Yugi silently asked the Pharaoh. Before Hikari had awoken, Yami had been fretting with worry. He had told Yugi of the rage and fear he felt when finding out Hikari was taken, before her soul was locked away; of his vision of her and the promise she had made within that vision.

I think she knows, Yami answered, his worries finally at rest now that Hikari was awake. Knowing that she accepted him fully, even when he felt that he did not deserve such, put his heart at ease.

Hikari’s hand reached toward Yugi, the tips of her fingers resting against the Millennium Puzzle--effectively shocking the Pharaoh and his partner, his vessel. Her smile was soft. “Both of you can move forward from this whole ordeal now, and that you both are safe.”

“Of course we are. That I can promise!”

“I’m glad.”

Withdrawing her hands, Hikari exhaled a sigh, resting against her pillows once more. Yugi scratched the back of his neck. “I should let you rest, Hikari. You did just wake up from a pretty terrifying ordeal,” he told her. “Maybe later I’ll sneak in your favorite smoothie.”

A laugh left the ravenette as she waved at Yugi. “I’ll hold you to that, Yugi.”

Yugi grinned turning to leave Hikari’s hospital room. Yami lingered for a moment, knowing Yugi was waiting nearby for him to drift back into the puzzle to look at Hikari. Her dark eyes flickered to where Yami was and he knew that she could sense him.

A soft smile touched her lips as Hikari gave a bow of her head, lips moving. Giving a nod of his own, Yami drifted back slightly before vanishing, her words ringing through him reassuringly.

“I’ll see you soon, Yami.”

#moonie writes #atem x oc #yami yugi x oc

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peachdiary · 1 year

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10/29/22

As I lay here awake, something came to though. I’ve never seen my mother cry. I’ve heard it behind closed doors, like a secret I shouldn’t know. I’ve been told it, like gossip, but I’ve never actually seen it.

The first time I’ve ever see one of my parents crying was when they were getting divorced. I can’t really remember what age I was at the time (I couldn’t be older than a young teen), but I remember the day like it was yesterday. Memories are funny like that. I couldn’t tell you if I knew that this was happening or not, but I do remember my dad hugging me and silently sobbing onto my shoulder. After a moment or two, he stood straight and just wiped his eyes.

I’ve never seen my mother cry.

Everyone has emotions. People, human beings, as capable of both love and hurt. It’s just in our nature. At what point do you look up at all the damage you caused and tell yourself it’s time to change? Can someone even see the hurt they cause in others? Why wouldn’t you want to stop hurting and start healing? Being able to be told you’re hurting someone and making taking the actions to stop; I see that as growth.

I was never taught how to do that. Emotional growth was something I honestly has to figure out on my own. Unfortunately, I had to learn that after hurting people again and again before I figured out, I had a problem. At some point, I told myself I needed to communicate my feelings to the people around me.

I’ve never seen my mother cry.

-Kitten

#love #mother #emotions #crying #growth

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

#platonic obsession #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere my hero academia #yandere platonic #yandere #yandere poly #yandere erasermic #yandere Aizawa #yandere hizashi #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere present mic #yandere eraserhead #yandere x reader

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alexsees1111 · 2 years

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y/n as the oldest afton sibling. i think it’s obvious that william (verbally) abused michael and practically no one was there for him, what if y/n always stood up for him and took the blame for some of the stuff he did so he doesn’t suffer as much?? They are also there for him whenever he needs it,, and also y/n calming down C.C. whenever he has a breakdown(gonna use that because i don’t know what name you use for him)

also i just got that idea as i was writing the request: when michael and his friends put C.C. in fredbears mouth maybe y/n managed to save him but got injured(mild of fatal idk whatever you feel like doing)

im sorry i think i made that too specific 💀💀

Of course!! Thank you so much for requesting!:)

It might be a lil shitty because I just woke up and realised some people wanted stuff done but I’ll try my best!:)

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“He is the sick part of the family y/n!!! Why are you always intruding our conversations!?” I’m so done with this man I call my farther.. always hurting Michael and Evan it honestly hurts “because! It’s sad to say as their sibling that I look after them better while you put so much on their shoulders and you wonder why they are such DICKS to you!!” William stands their shocked.. sighs and walks away. I look behind me to see if Michael was their but I see that his gone?I rush over to his room to see him in the corner of his bed with his head resting on his knees..

“Michael? It’s all done now..” he looks up slightly then hesitantly leans his head on his arms to look at me. “What if he’s right.. what if I’m not being a man.. or I’m just being sensitive or not working hard enough.. possibly a stupid little bitch as he calls me..” I quickly walk over to his bed and sit next to him.. I can’t believe Michael would believe that stupid man. No Michael.. everything he says about you is wrong okay? Everything he says about Evan is wrong! He doesn’t know how to parent and sad to say I’m probably the only one here that looks after you guys properly, don’t listen to ANYTHING he says.. okay?”he rests his knees and sits down properly and sighs.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry..” he says while sobbing.. I quickly bring him into my arms and hug him tightly, he hugs me back and we just sit their silently… “are you okay now??” I ask in a soft tone, he continues to hold me and nods. “I need to go check on Evan okay?” I say as I ruffle his hair, he laughs sadly and says okay. I get up again and slowly shut his door behind me and head to evans room, at this age he shouldn’t be experiencing shitty things like this but sadly he is.. I slowly open his door and see him hugging his fazbear plushies. It must be one of the things that comforts him. “Hey.. Evan, how are you feeling?” He looks at me and tries not to cry and looks away. I sigh and close the door behind me and walk over to sit next to him. “Hey Evan everything is going to be okay.. dad is just a little.. stressed at the moment, but I’m so sorry you have to always hear these types of things.. I’m sorry.” He waits a lil.. and looks at me slowly and sits up, “why did you save me?” He asks.Oh no. He must be talking about when Michael was putting him in the mouth of one of the animatronics..

FlashBack ~

I was helping William in parts and service until I look behind me and see what Michael was doing.. Evan bawling his eyes out and Michael holding him at the mouth of fazbear.. Luckily just before he could Even put him in the mouth I rush over and grab Evan..

for some reason everything went black. I wake up in hospital.. only to see Michael and Evan their. I look around and see my arm bandaged up and then I remember.. What happened yesterday with fazbear. “Where’s William?” I say groggily. They both look up with excitement but also a look of shock in their eyes. William comes back and smiles, “there was a bit of an accident” then he glares at Michael. “But I’m glad you are awake y/n”

Present ~

“Evan.. I saved you because who knows how hurt you would have gotten. I care for you so much Evan! Just because William doesn’t have the good parenting skills.. doesn’t mean non of us love you, okay?” He makes this one face he doesn’t before he starts crying and launches at me, Jesus even though he’s small I didn’t know he could hug this tight. I hug back immediately and rub his back “everything is going to be okay.. I’m here for you.” I say quietly just enough for him to hear. He lets go and I hold onto his shoulders “you are strong Evan.. you are a strong and creative kid and don’t let anyone tell you other wise.. or I’ll kick their butt!” He giggles and nods and hugs me slightly one more time, I hug back. “Thank you.. Thank you for everything.” I smile “of course..” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hello! I hope you enjoyed this story! Honestly it made me cry a lil while writing this 😭 thank you for requesting I really enjoyed doing this one:) masterlist:

#Evan afton #fnaf #Michael afton #William afton #the aftons #sad #angst #x reader #x y/n #y/n #five nights at freddy's #michael afton x reader #evan afton x reader

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Daddy's Little Girl

Request 10: Dad!Schlatt angst with the reader trying to protect Tubbo because the reader is his older sibling?

Requested By: Anonymous

TW: Abuse

Do you want angst? I’ll give you angst. Never challenge me again. /J

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(Hints of Wilbur and Techno x reader if you squint)

Growing up with Schlatt as your father had its ups and downs, on one hand, he was hilarious and let you get away with anything you wanted, but on the other hand, he had a drinking problem. When you were a little girl his drinking wasn’t too bad, some days were worse than others but most of the time he was semi cognizant. However, when your baby brother Tubbo came along everything changed, for a while he was sober. He was clear-headed, held a stable job on the SMP, and even helped you with your homework, but alas all good things come to an end. As soon as Tubbo started school, and your mom left he started up again, you weren’t happy. Your horns had begun to curl around your head around that time and your baby brother was enamored. He would wrap his chubby hands around them to pull and trace his fingers over the ridges, Tubbo would declare his horns were going to be just as magnificent as yours one day. You would flush at the praise and ruffle his hair, and told him you could already feel his little nubs growing in, he was overjoyed at the news.

Before Tubbo, Schlatt would never lay a hand on anyone, but something inside him crumbled. You had a few close calls, Tubbo bothering your father a little too much and Schlatt raised a hand to the boy. Luckily, you were always there to diffuse the situation and direct your father’s attention away from your baby brother. You were old enough to know just how impulsive and uncaring drinking made him, you tried to keep Tubbo as occupied as you could while keeping up with your work.

When Tubbo was ten years old he made his first friend.

Tubbo told you the kid’s name was Tommy, and he shared all the new information about his friend. He informed you he had two older brothers named Wilbur and Technoblade, who were about a year or two older than you. Tubbo desperately wanted to introduce you to him, but with your dad to keep an eye on you had to decline, at least for the time being. Tubbo pouted at your response and gave you, your biggest weakness puppy dog eyes, you relented. Promising to go with Tubbo to Tommy’s house in a few days to meet the brothers and supervise his play date with Tommy.

You just hoped your dad would be alright.

The day finally rolled around for you to meet the elusive Tommy and his brothers, you informed your dad that you and Tubbo would be gone for the rest of the day, he said it was alright. You think he just wanted to excuse to drink more while both of his children were gone.

“Come on (Y/n), let’s go already!” Tubbo called with a groan, you hushed him softly,

“Put your jacket on first.”

He reluctantly slipped on his jacket and grabbed his bag, you followed him out the door. Tubbo was buzzing with excitement holding his bee plush close to his chest, going on and on about how great Tommy was and how much he hoped you’d like Wilbur and Techno. Eventually, the both of you came upon a small cabin in the middle of a clearing, it was surrounded by lush pine trees and a little boy in a red and white shirt stood by the front gate.

“Tubbo!” The boy you assumed was Tommy shouted rushing over to the gate,

“Tommy!” Tubbo shouted with a laugh, he looked like he wanted to run towards him but first, he looked up at you. You smiled softly and gave your brother a nod, his face lit up and he charged towards Tommy. They met in the middle and Tommy immediately tackled Tubbo to the ground, a young man with glasses opened the window and began to shout at the blonde. He picked his head up and spotted you in the distance, his entire face flushed red, you sent him a little wave. The boy adjusted his glasses slamming the window shut, you titled your head to the side before seeing him and a taller boy with pink hair. While Tommy and Tubbo wrestled in the dirt the older boys walked up to you, they introduced themselves as Wilbur and Technoblade. They both were hybrids like yourself, you immediately felt at home, no wonder Tubbo liked it here so much.

Through the power of conversation you found out Technoblade was a piglin hybrid and Wilbur was half nymph, Tommy was just a plain human. Either their dad got around or some of them were adopted, you’d ask Tubbo later, figuring it was rude to blatantly ask that question. You found out the entire family thrived off of bulling one another it was quite funny to watch Technoblade roast the ever-loving shit out of Wilbur, unknown to you whenever you let a giggle or two slip past your lips Wilbur would flush and Technoblade would smirk. The end of the playdate rolled around and you found yourself not wanting to leave your new friends, Wilbur offered for you and Tubbo to sleep over but you politely declined. Technoblade shot Wilbur a concerned look when with a smile you said your dad would have your ass if you and Tubbo stayed over.

A few years went by since your first meeting, Tubbo and Tommy became inseparable and honestly, you and his brothers were in the same situation. Although you couldn’t see Technoblade and Wilbur as much as Tubbo could see Tommy the three of you were attached at the hip. Wilbur would constantly write you letters, sometimes the handwriting would switch and you noticed Techno put his blunt opinions into the conversation. Tubbo found one of the letters once and insisted that both boys must have a crush on you, you denied that with a soft laugh, just like your father you were under the impression you were unlovable.

Speaking of your dad, he was rarely ever sober at this point, rather being numb than feeling anything significant. Luckily he could be slightly functional, but mostly it was you raising Tubbo and protecting him from your dad’s off days. Speaking of an off day you had just gotten back from a trip of visiting your favorite boys, it was late and Tubbo was asleep in your arms. He was scratched up a bandaid was on his nose, and a bandage wrapped around his arm, he had taken a particularly nasty fall while wrestling with Tommy. Luckily both you and Wilbur were skilled in patching up rambunctious little brothers and he was fixed up in no time flat. You noticed the light on in the living room and grew concerned, your dad was always passed out in his bed by this time of night, was he alright?

Tubbo mumbled something in your arms and you pulled him close to your chest as to not wake the boy. “Dad?” You called softly wandering into the living room, much to your surprise he was very much awake. Your nose scrunched up in displeasure he reeked of whiskey and cigarettes, so tonight was a bad night.

Noted.

“You reek.” You commented adjusting the sleeping Tubbo in your arms, your father shot you a dirty look.

“Where the fuck have you been with the brat?” He hissed baring his teeth at you, “Do you know how late it is? Do you know how worried I was!” You hated the way your stomach churned with guilt and relief, at least he noticed his children were gone. He shouldn’t be praised for the bare minimum, Technoblade would’ve told you gruffly if he knew the full extent of your relationship.

“Out with Tommy, Wilbur, and Technoblade. Phil’s kids remember?” You responded with a soft sigh and he sent a dirty look your way standing up from his recliner. You backed up a few steps, the man towering over you eyeing Tubbo who was beginning to stir in your arms. Hesitantly you placed a hand over the back of his head, keeping it pressed tightly against your neck and shoulder. It only seemed to make Schlatt’s face scrunch up more,

“He looks so much like your mother.”

“I know dad.”

“Why’s he beat to shit?” He slurred reaching his hands out towards Tubbo, “You let him get hurt?”

“Tommy and he were just wrestling. Just being kids. I patched him up, he’s just sleepy.”

“So you let him get beat?”

“Dad no did you not hear me-” He grabbed one of your horns roughly yanking them down. You yelped in pain dropping Tubbo in the process, he hit the ground with a hard thud crying out from the rude awakening. “Dad you’re hurting me-”

“(Y/n)? Dad?” He murmured groggily barely processing the situation unfolding in front of him.

“Tubbo go to your room.” Your dad hissed at him, spit flying everywhere, Tubbo looked terrified. He looked at you and nodded the best you could with your dad’s iron-like grip on your horn, he scurried away and you felt your eyes fill with tears. If only he was a little older, he’d maybe be able to help you, but he was a child and didn’t need to see what was going to happen. “You’ve been running around without a care in the world, you’ve been going free for way too long. You’ve been a bad girl and now your getting punished.” Your blood turned to ice as the gip on your horn tightened,

“Dad, please I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure we get home on time from now on, you’re drunk. Please don’t do this you’ll regret it come the morning.”

“Shut the fuck up (Y/n)!” He spat his tobacco spit flying all over your face, you grimaced trying not to choke in disgust. “You think you know everything about the world but you don’t, you’re a stupid naive child!” He slammed the side of your head against the brick wall of your house. You yelped in pain feeling something crack against the wall, but it wasn’t your skull, it was your right horn.

“Dad- Dad please stop my horn-” You pleaded as he dragged you back by the hair and slammed you into the wall again. Your horn cracked once more and you screamed in pure agony, blood began to stain the wall where your head it, and your horn began to crack. “DAD!” You sobbed out as your horn broke off falling on the ground with a thud. Blood began to drip down the side of your head, your sobbing seemed to snap Schlatt back to his senses as he let out a soft call of your name.

“Fuck. Fuck baby I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked pulling you into his chest, he pressed his hands against the stub of your horn. You whimpered in pain and Schlatt shushed you softly, “I’m so sorry baby girl. My little girl, I didn’t mean it.” His head pressed into the crook of your neck, just where Tubbo’s was moments prior. “I’m such a fuck up. I’d never hurt you...I can’t do this…”

“It’s okay…” Your voice cracked eyes wide and glassy, it wasn’t okay but you weren’t about to tell him that. “Can I go to bed now…”

“Lemme patch you up first. You might bleed out...scare Tubs.” Schlatt grumbled and you nodded numbly. He helped you to your feet and you swayed, your dad haphazardly bandaged the side of your head and cauterized your horn. That might’ve hurt even more than losing the horn on its own, you held back your whimpers as your dad apologized even more for the pain he caused. “Get some rest alright…I love you.”

“Love you to dad,” You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, you waited until he slipped into his room before you made your way into Tubbo’s. The boy was downright sobbing under his blankets, you pulled back the covers to find him desperately clinging to his bee plush.

“(Y/n)?” He whimpered looking up at you with wide eyes,

“Hey, Tubs…” Your smile was tense and he frowned, “Mr. Bumbles protect you okay? Just like we talked about?” Tubbo nodded lip trembling, he reached his hand up to touch your bandages. You flinched at his touch,

“Where’s your horn.”

“Unimportant. Just got into a little scuffle with dad, nothing your big sister can’t handle. Tubbo why don’t we go see Mr. Phil.”

“But it’s so late?”

“It’s okay. Go pack up a bag, you’ll be there for a while.”

“What about you?”

You sent him another tight-lipped smile, “I can’t stay there with you, unfortunately.”

“Then I don’t want to go!” He huffed defensively, your smile was wiped off your face.

“Not a suggestion-”

“NO! I’m not leaving you!” You grunted feeling him slam into your middle wrapping you in a tight hug. “Not with him...I need you. Who’s gonna protect me? Or read me bedtime stories? Or kiss me goodnight!” He began to cry through his protests and you knelt in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek.

“Technoblade and Phil can protect you just fine. Wilbur would love to read you and Tommy’s bedtime stories. You’re too old for goodnight kisses-”

“Am not!”

“I can’t protect you anymore, not from dad.” Your voice shook a little before swallowing thickly, Tubbo’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He’s never seen you look so scared, you were serious. “You deserve to grow up normally and happily, with a good dad and family.”

“You're good family.” Tubbo insisted grabbing your bigger hand with his own, you let out a wet laugh and held your other hand to your mouth. Swallowing again before responding to Tubbo’s heartfelt compliment,

“I’ll always be your family and I’ll always be your big sister. But for now, you’ll temporarily be part of Tommy’s family. Just until I’m old enough to take you away from all of this.”

“Promise?” He held out his pinky,

“Promise.” You responded interlocking your pinky with his own, he seemed much more satisfied and willing to listen to you now. “Now go pack up alright? We gotta go before the morning,” Tubbo nodded at you and began to gather his things in his bag. Eventually, he was all packed up and you both snuck out towards Tommy’s home, the side of your head was throbbing and you felt completely off balance stumbling over your feet a few times. Tubbo grew concerned but never actually voiced said concern, the two of you came up on Phil’s doorstep. You loudly began to knock at the door and Technoblade answered sword drawn, glasses were haphazardly thrown on his nose,

“(Y/n)? Tubbo?” He blinked blearily, “it’s like three am what-” Adjusting the glasses he finally got a good look at the both of you, Tubbo was still in his footie pajamas and you had officially bled through your bandages. “Who did it.”

“Technoblade please-”

“Who. Hurt. You.”

“I’m so tired, please just go get your dad.” You pleaded locking your eyes with his own, they softened considerably before muttering under his breath.

“Fine. But I’m getting Wilbur to look at your horn.” He demanded marching away from the door, you gently urged Tubbo inside and you both sat down on their couch. Tubbo yawned sleepily and leaned against your side,

“You can go to sleep. You’re safe now Bumblebee.”

“But you’ll be gone when I wake up…” He held Mr. Bumble closer to his chest and you brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I want you to have Mr. Bumble!” Tubbo held the toy out to you, your lips dipped into a little frown.

“Tubs he’s your favorite-

“He protected me from dad. So I’m sure he’ll protect you too.” You wanted to sob as you took the bee from his hands, you were going to say something else when Phil and Wilbur walked into the room. Phil gave you a pitying smile, before calling Tubbo over to him.

“Hey mate. Let’s get you settled into the guest room for now yeah?” The older man smiled at your brother and he nodded sleepily walking over to Phil. He gave you a look that said we’ll talk later as Wilbur walked over to you, the frown on his face was rock solid.

“You gonna explain yourself?” He scolded you like a parental figure would, you bit your lip and shook your head. Wilbur sighed the bags under his eyes were dark and you murmured a soft apology. He reached out and took your cheek in his palm, he leaned close and you felt his breath on his lips. You felt your cheeks turn pink and he leaned in...to take a better look at your horn.

God, you were so stupid why did you think he was going to kiss you just now?

“Jesus Christ…” He murmured as he unwrapped your wound gently. “They fucked you up honey,” Wilbur said softly, his voice dripping with pure concern, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m alright...It’ll get better.” You smiled a tight-lipped smile that only caused Wilbur’s eyes to flash with pure rage, “Seriously Will. Please just let it go.”

“I’ll never understand you.” He muttered grumpily, much like his brother did when he greeted you at the door. “How can you not want justice for what they did to you? I don’t understand-” Wilbur blinked a few moments pulling away from you, you refused to meet his eyes. “-Did your dad do this to you?” He saw the fear spark in your eyes, “that fucking piece of shit! TECHNO!”

“Wilbur please no- no please he didn’t mean too he was drunk!” You slapped your hands over your mouth and he looked at you with horror. “Wilbur please don’t do anything he didn’t mean to do it, I have to look out for him!” Your breathing got short and rapid, immediately Wilbur felt bad for being so aggressive, “He’ll die without me.”

“It’s not your job to look after your father.” Wilbur looked at you with pity,

“Yes, it is. He’s my family.”

“Family doesn’t do this to you.” He motioned to your missing horn, the motion now made you feel wildly self-conscious, “they don’t hurt you.” You bit the bottom of your lip so hard it began to bleed,

“Just don’t tell Technoblade. He’ll kill him. You know he will, I don’t want that.” Wilbur didn’t look happy about the situation but he agreed reluctantly, but only if you stayed the night alongside Tubbo. You told him you would,

But you’re a liar.

Phil came back into the room a little later and asked to talk to you privately. He asked you what was going on and you explained the entire situation to him, practically pleading for him to take your baby brother in while you got Schlatt under control. Phil of course agreed, but he was not happy about you going back to your dad, especially since you were already injured. You assured him all would be okay, your dad meant well and with Tubbo out of the house, you can put all your energy into fixing him.

Phil let you go that night, and he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

No one in the Minecraft household heard from you again after that night. You seemed to slip out of everyone's memory, Wilbur met Sally and she and his son consumed his life. Technoblade moved out of the house to spread his wings, and the only person who even seemed to care that you were missing was Tubbo. Yet, even so, you began to slip out of his memory too, barely remembering your face. It broke him to pieces that he couldn’t remember his sister, and when he asked Wilbur about you the man's memory was just as fuzzy. The only thing he had was the letters the both of you sent back and forth to one another, he’d gifted them to Tubbo after he discovered them again under his childhood bed. Tubbo thought that maybe, just maybe, word of their new nation would cause you to come out of hiding.

It didn’t.

Eventually, he had to leave his memory of you behind and focus on helping Tommy and Wilbur. He hoped wherever you were you were proud of him, you wouldn’t want him to be miserable and dwell on you, you’d want him to live.

When he saw his father upon the podium the day of the election all he wanted to do was confront him about you, but there were other things to worry about like the fact that Wilbur and Tommy had just gotten exiled. Schlatt died before he got to ask about you, then right after that Wilbur died by Phil’s hand and everything was blown to shit, he had Tommy and that was all he needed.

Wilbur woke up to the soft chirping of birds and an angel sitting on a hillside. He couldn’t feel the grass under his palms or his heartbeat, but he felt something warm flood through him when he saw the angel. She turned towards him, his memory of her was fuzzy but her name wasn’t, “(Y/n)?”

“Hi Wilby, long time no see.” You smiled softly, both horns were missing but your soft ears twitched eagerly.

“Where...are we?” Wilbur whispered walking over to you to sit by your side, “What happened to you?”

“I lost another horn being stupid. Died from an infection while dad was away on a trip.” You pulled your legs close towards your chest, “you’re dead Will. We’re dead. It’s been quiet here for so long.”

“Dead…” He breathed out the negative memories flooding into his brain; he squeezed his eyes shut tight. “Are we ghosts?” You shrugged your shoulders,

“I don’t know, never tried to...go back,” Wilbur watched as you ran your hand through the grass even though Wilbur knew you couldn’t feel it. “Tubbo would be disappointed in me. So upset I died, I’d rather he not know. Makes it easier on everyone I think.” You turned to him, hair falling in your eyes, they were empty and your skin was so pale, he couldn’t imagine what he looked like in comparison. “Are you going to go back?” You spoke again after a few moments of silence, there was a tense atmosphere that filled the room, you didn’t want to be lonely.

“If you’re here, that’s where I’m going to stay. At least for a little while.” Wilbur looked at you, your eyes wide with shock, a brilliant smile spread across your cheeks.

“Promise?”

“With all my heart honey.”

#dadschlatt x reader #platonic schlatt x reader #platonic tubbo x reader #brother tubbo x sister reader #wilbur x reader #mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader #platonic dreamsmp x reader #mcyt x you #abuse #fanfiction #fanfic #trigger warning: abuse #angst

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dark-cynder49 · 2 years

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Destructive Thoughts

(Focus on Green, because I just can't stop wanting to hurt him then give him love)

TW: self-Harm, depression, suicidal thoughts

He didn't come up to the roof often, honestly he hated heights, but some nights he's drawn to being up high, sitting on the edge and staring up at the endless night sky.

Green didn't know how to quite clearly explain why he liked the stars so much. They each shimmered, each had a name, a purpose in a constellation. Each had meaning.

Something Green wished he had.

He knew this routine was getting old. He'd get sad, do little things to get attention, feel bad about wanting attention then step away and repeat.

It wasn't as clear cut as how Yellow put it, but it was the easiest answer to get out of the conversation.

Green knew his friends cared about him to some extent, they hadn't kicked him out yet. But he still felt insignificant compared to them. They all had something meaningful to contribute while he had nothing.

His legs dangled off the edge of the roof, the sheer gravity making them almost tingly was slowly creeping up to his knees while he laid on his back with his arms folded behind his head. The silence around Green was becoming a common occurrence as he became drowned in thoughts that got progressively darker and darker.

What if he just... jumped off?

If he just fell down five stories to the ground... would it end it all? Or would it keep him alive until morning where he would force the others to do extra work...

What if he made a pool of lava...? There wouldn’t be a mess, and the others wouldn’t be forced to stare at his stupid face.

Green became so wrapped up in his own self-destruction that he failed to notice the warmth of his own tears falling down his face.

How long had he been crying? Why was he crying? He should be happy that he’s getting rid of his friends’ problem!

They hated when he played his music! When he started fights! When he showed off too much! He was nothing but an obnoxious, selfish JERK!

But then why did they give him new instruments? Why did they take care of him when he was sick? Why did they stay up all night with him when they saw the scars on his wrists?!

Green slammed his fist down onto the wooden roof, gritting his teeth out of frustrated anger. He was so confused and conflicted!

Shouldn’t they be happy he was removing himself from everything?!

A choked back sob escaped his throat as he covered his tear-filled eyes with his arm.

He couldn’t understand... why couldn’t he understand....?

Inhaling and exhaling, Green sat up, hunched over staring at the ground so far away.

Not yet... Not today anyway...

Green reached into his inventory and pulled out a potion of poison he had stolen from Blue days ago. He would take occasional sips from it, letting it hurt him so he could numb the emotional pain.

He had only meant to take a sip.

The completely empty bottle slipped out of his hand as the world around Green became blurry. His body flared up in pain, worse than anything he had ever felt.

The poison’s effects quickly took over his body as Green slowly began to lose consciousness. He should’ve been scared. He’d drunk a heavy amount of poison that could potentially kill him but...

He didn’t feel scared... He accepted his fate... feeling he deserved it...

As he slipped into a void of darkness, all Green could feel was numb.

Why did he feel anything? Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?

Green’s eyes slowly cracked open, the world around him coming into focus despite a throbbing pain in his head.

He was in bed... not his bed... his fingers curling around the dark tangerine bed sheets told him he was in Orange’s bed.

Green swelled with confusion as his gaze drifted to Blue who was resting in a chair next to the bed, his fingers were wrapped around Green’s own hand.

Blue lifted his head when he felt Green’s fingers twitch, there were visible bags under his eyes, his expression full of worry and concern.

“Green...? Oh thank Alan you’re awake...” Blue’s gentle touch pressed against Green’s cheek, “We were so worried...”

We...? What did Blue mean? None of the others actually cared did they? Why was Blue here? Why did he look scared? He shouldn’t be acting like this.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, his gaze shifting to see Orange, Yellow and Red entering. All of them looked tired and relieved to see Green. He noticed that Orange’s face was a bit red from something...

They all hurried over to Green, Orange being the one to wrap his arms around Green tightly, his voice trembling a bit.

“Please.... please never scare us like that again.... Please I’m begging you....”

There was a slight wetness Green felt against his cheek as Orange whispered to him.

Why did Green feel guilty? Emotions started to swell, making him feel dull aches in his chest. Stop it, this isn’t how it was supposed to go! They weren’t supposed to care! They were supposed to let me die!!!

......................................

They can’t.... actually love me..... can they....?

Green didn’t realize that tears had begun to fall down his face. His body started to shake in Orange’s arms, making the taller stick to pull away a bit.

“Green...?” The concern in his tone sent Green over the edge as he proceeded to let out heavy sobs, tears streaming down his face.

The sudden shatter of character baffled the others, but they quickly circled around Green, wrapping their arms around him and holding their poor musician close.

There wasn’t much movement for the next few hours, not even after Green had calmed his crying. He laid still, absent mindedly rubbing his thumb over Blue’s fingers as he let his face rest on Orange’s chest.

He watched as Yellow subconsciously squeezed onto his wrist where his old scars were, a lingering fear that his brother would suddenly disappear if he ever let go.

Red had fallen asleep at Green’s feet, knowing his presence was enough to keep Green grounded.

Orange’s gaze softened as noticed Green slowly losing a fight against sleep. He planted a soft kiss onto his forehead before whispering in a soft voice as Green fell asleep.

“Never think that we don’t want you... You’re the reason we don’t burn ourselves out... You take care of us when we can’t... We can’t bare to lose you Green.... We love you way too much.... please remember that... Please little brother...”

#alan becker #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #avm the second coming #avm yellow #avm green #avm blue #avm red #tw self harm #tw sucidal ideation #tw overdose

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tacticaldiary · 3 years

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Having a relationship w/ Oikawa based on a bet and the gf heard it when the seijoh 4 talked about it making oikawa panicked when he knows his gf heard it.. ahh angst to fluff? Hehe thank youuuu

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This was fun to write. :)

Betting on You

Pairing: Reader x Oikawa Tooru

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, a lil fluff

He couldn’t lose her, anyone but her. He shouldn’t have accepted the bet. Needless to say, Oikawa Tooru has a lot of regrets right now. Opening up and being vulnerable to his partner was thankfully not one of them, even if it had ended up with them crying in each others arms.

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Mumbling incoherently, Y/N reaches out next to her in the bed, trying to find the warm body that usually occupied the space next her. Frowning when she feels only the bedsheets, she opens her eyes and squints. There’s no one next to her.

“Tooru?” she mutters softly, yawning and sitting up. He was always there, clinging to her, holding her close. Strange. She decides to wait for him, wanting his warmth to fall asleep with. The guy was like a living heater, which was useful during cold winter nights like this one.

Twenty minutes pass and he still doesn’t come back. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N sighs and pulls herself to the edge of the bed, slipping on a pair of slippers. She shivers a little when the cold air hits her skin, but continues slowly towards the door to their shared bedroom. Opening it with a quiet creak, she immediately hears voices. A little confused, she quietly keeps walking, stopping at the doorway to the living room.

She tilts her head in confusion when she sees Tooru laying on the couch, tapping away at his phone. It appears he’s on a voice call on speaker.

“Almost three months.”

“Honestly, none of us expected you to last this long.”

Her eyes widen as she hears familiar voices. Matsukawa and Hanamaki?

“You’re still keeping him to that?” Iwaizumi? What were they doing this late at night? The clock on the wall tells her it’s 2 in the morning.

“Obviously. I thought the money was pretty much guaranteed.”

“Can you blame us? He’s never kept someone around for more than a month.”

“Shut up.” Tooru's quiet voice reaches her ears. What money? What was going on?

“You’re not going to win.” comes Iwaizumi’s annoyed voice. “It’s Y/N.”

“Yeah, but before her it was also Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan and Aiko-Chan and-”

“Alright, I get it. Iwa-Chan’s the only one who’s on my side.” he pouts, cutting off Hanamaki’s annoying high-pitched imitation of him.

“We still don’t know why. You’re obviously going to lose the bet. It’s inevitable.” Matsukawa claim confidently

...Bet?

“I’ll win in a few days, if you haven’t noticed. Nothing’s gonna happen in a few days.” Tooru rolls his eyes.

“And then you’ll dump her?”

Y/N suddenly feels cold, and it has nothing to do with the weather. Dump her? Bet? WHat was going on? Her mind was racing. Tooru hadn’t indicated that he was unhappy, or wanted to break up. He was always telling her how much he loved her. Was he lying? She felt a little sick at the thought.

“Yeah, the bet was to keep someone around for more than three months. You’ll be done in a few days. What’re you gonna do then?”

What?

“A bet?” she says aloud, her voice hollow with shock.

Tooru jumps and drops his phone, quickly turning around to see his girlfriend looking at him in horror.

“Y-Y/N-Chan...” he scrambles to his feet and ends the call, wondering how much she had heard. “I thought you were asleep?” he quickly moves towards her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. He freezes when she backs away, shaking her head in disbelief.

“A bet, Tooru? A bet?”

“What-? Wait, Y/N...it’s not what you think-”

“Keep me around? You were dating me for a...bet?” her voice starts shaking a little, as she remembers how mere hours ago, he was holding her, assuring her how much he loved her.

“No! I-”

“Am I a game to you? A bet? Are you fucking kidding me?” She nearly laughs, because of course he would only date her for a bet. Of course.

He frantically shakes his head, reaching out for her again, but thinking better of it when he glares at him with eyes full of unshed tears. His eyes widened. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. “Y/N-Chan, listen to me, please, let me explain.” he sounds panicked.

She clenches her jaw. “I should have seen this coming. Of course the Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t go out with someone like me.” She lets out a bitter chuckle at his stunned expression. Before he can interrupt, she pushes on. “Why would you, when you have girls, so much more perfect than me, throwing themselves at your feet all the time?”

“Y/N-” he’s trying desperately to get a word in, wincing when she raises her voice to overpower his.

“Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan.” she imitates, recalling the phone call. Tears she’s tried to keep at bay finally start trickling down and Oikawa’s heart twists painfully, knowing that he was the one who caused it. “Obviously, the only reason you’d consider me was because of a bet, a fucking bet, Tooru.” she cries out angrily.

“Y/N-Chan, listen to me.” he says seriously, grabbing her shoulder and looking her in the eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the beginning. The bet means nothing to me.”

Her next word feel like a punch to the gut.

“Bullshit.” she whispers, before repeating herself louder. “Utter bullshit. You never loved me.”

“I did, I do!” he insists.

“If you did, it wouldn’t have taken a bet for you to ask me out!” she roughly shoves his hands off her. Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore his hurt look. “It’s my fault too, isn’t it? I should’ve known better than to accept dating the Oikawa Tooru, the school heartthrob, notorious for playing around.” her words are laced with venom and self-pity. “There’s always gonna be someone better. Someone prettier, skinner, funnier. I was stupid for thinking you would ever fall for me.” All her insecurities come spilling out, accumulated from months of dating him, enduring the comments whispered under the breath by jealous students, girls openly flirting with her boyfriend. She was stupid to think she would ever be enough.

Pushing past him, wiping her sleeves across her eyes, she storms back into the bedroom, Oikawa at her heels behind her. She grabs her pillow and a blanket, turning back around and moving to the couch in the living room. She does her best to ignore her boyfriend's desperate attempts to gain her attention, begging her to give him a chance to explain. She sets up the items and lays on the couch, pulling the blanket to her chin and turning to face the back of the couch.

She refused to sleep anywhere near him. When he doesn’t stop talking she says coldly:

“Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.”

“No.”

She pauses. “No?”

“Not until you hear me out.” He crosses his arms.

“I’ve heard enough.”

“It’s a misunderstanding. If you’d just let me explain-”

“I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

He was dreading that. He really does love her, so fucking much. He doesn't want to lose her.

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to sleep.” She had never spoken to him in that tone before.

She hears a sigh after a few moments of silence, in which he realises that she was going to be stubborn till the end. Y/N hears him walk away and she buries her face in the blanket, silently crying to herself. She freezes when she hears the bedroom door close with a ‘click’ and footsteps approaching her. She turns around a little, to see Oikawa sitting at the foot of the couch with his own blanket and pillow. He doesn’t look at her, focusing on fluffing his pillow and pulling his thicker, warmer quilt over himself. He was equally as stubborn and wasn’t going to leave her alone like this.

She scoffs and settles back down again, still crying. If he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. The two lay in silence for a good thirty minutes. Y/N had stopped crying, but was still awake because how the hell was she supposed to fall asleep after what she had learnt?

She’s startled when she suddenly hears Oikawa’s soft voice. “I love you, you know? I really do. Ever since I saw you in Chemistry last year. You caught my eye so quickly, and I flirted with you for weeks before you got the hint.” he laughs breathily. “You didn’t want my attention like everyone else, and I was curious. It felt different to be the one trying to get someone else’s attention.” he takes a deep breath, and she realises with a start that she’s never heard him this vulnerable. He probably thinks she’s asleep.

“I was planning to ask you out before and I told the others and they laughed at me.” he frowns at the memory. “The assholes thought I was kidding, that I wasn’t serious. Iwa-Chan was the only one who took it seriously. I don’t blame them, cause I’d only ever dated for fun before.” He breathes in deeply again, steadying his voice and Y/N’s eyes widen when she realizes he’s holding back tears.

“So when they bet that I couldn't last more than 3 months with you, I agreed, but only because I was going to ask you out anyway, and I intended on staying as long as I could. As long as you’d let me stay by your side.” He lets out a sad, watery chuckle, and Y/N feels her stomach drop. She never wanted to hear that sound from him again.

“I...shit, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. You’re the only one for me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.” A strangled, muffled sob, reaches her ears, and it takes all of her willpower to remain still.

“I’m serious about you...about us. You’re not a game, you never were. I just wanted to be with you. I want to be able to hold you again.” another muffled cry, as he buries his face in his hands. He’d never willingly let anyone see himself like this, not even Y/N. He was glad she was asleep.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, princess.” he stays where he is, sitting up leaning back on the couch, calming himself down, letting out soft hiccups every now and then.

Y/N is wide awake, thinking over his words. They had to be genuine, right? He had no idea she was awake. He had sounded so...real and vulnerable, nothing like the strong façade he usually put up in front of others. Taking her chances, she discreetly moves, eyes widening when she sees the state he’s in.

One of his hands is over his mouth, muffling his small sobs, Y/N wants to cry as she realises it’s probably so he doesn’t wake her up. His other hand is clenched tightly in his brown hair, his knees drawn to his chest. His face was blotchy and red and wet with tears. She’s never seen him like this. She moves and he doesn’t notice.

Sitting directly behind him, she gently grabs the hand in his hair, to which he nearly jumps out of his skin. Y/N would usually laugh at the reaction, if not for the way he was looking up at her. She eases his hand out of his hair and holds it, tugging him up to the couch. He hesitates, before climbing up, sitting on the cushion next to her.

“You-” his voice wavers, and he tries again. “You were awake?”

She nods, glancing at their connected hands, before staring at the ground. She hears his sharply take in a breath.

“Y/N...love, I meant it. I meant every word, I swear.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” she mumbles, tugging on his hand again, until they're both laying on the couch. She reaches over and grabs Oikawa’s quilt and pulls it on the two of them. She relaxes against him when his arms automatically wind around her waist and he buries his face in her hair, pressing small kisses on her. Each was an unspoken apology.

She knows he’s crying when she feels the tears hit her skin.

He knows she’s crying when he can feel her shaky, irregular breaths.

They lay there, eventually falling asleep clutching each other tightly, both of them hurting on the inside. They would have to have a serious talk tomorrow, but both had a blooming hope that they would pull through.

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meow-sic · 3 years

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they accidentally hurt you during an argument 𓍢 ᭡

includes : sakusa , atsumu , iwaizumi x !gn reader

warnings : arguing , fighting , cussing , shouting , accidentally hurting the reader , glass breaking , fainting , blood , mention of drinking

a/n : i’m so sorry sakusa’s is so long lol. i got pretty lazy after iwaizumi’s, so sorry that one is written poorly:(

sakusa kiyoomi

he was beyond irritated today. his head was pounding, his body was sore from practice, and he wanted nothing more than to be alone.

but you were the opposite. and he knew once you he stepped through the door.

you were so excited when he got home! you missed him dearly, he’s been gone longer from practices, and other team bonding things. so, you spent all day making dinner, cleaning the house, and planning a nice day for the two of you!

he groaned as you clinged to his arm, “hi yoomi! hope you had a good day.” you kissed his cheek.

“actually, it wasn’t that good,” he replied in a cold tone. you replied with a small ‘oh.’

“well, actually, i made dinner! i think maybe if it’s an us night it can-“

“can you not bother me tonight? i want to be left alone.” he pushed past you into the kitchen. you quickly followed behind him and gave him a glass of water.

“was it atsumu and hinata aga-“ you try to lighten the air as you smile and watch him drink water.

“y/n, can you please shut you mouth? i said it already, i want to be alone.” he went to fill his water up again.

you scoffed, “excuse me? i’ve prepared dinner for you and cleaned the house so that we could spend our time together.”

he glared at you. “i didn’t ask you to. you did that to yourself. i don’t care if you made dinner. i said i wanted to be alone. is your head to dumb to understand that?”

“yoomi, seriously? are you kidding me! you’re being totally selfish! i’m always alone at night, and in the mornings you’re gone too. and on our days off, you go with the team! it’s like i’m living alone!” you cry, surprised you went off like that.

“me? selfish? do you ever shut your fucking mouth?” he set his glass down and it shattered from the impact. you flinched and gasped.

for the first time, you were scared of your boyfriend.

“sakusa please-“

“please what? calm down? you’re the one who started this mess for nothing! you’re all bark, no bite and that’s it.” he slowly walking towards you as you backed up.

he didn’t even notice your tears, or your cries to calm down, or your unsteady breathing. he was focused on yelling at you to get his point across.

“sometimes i wish i never dated you.” he finishes harshly. you fell on your butt. your hands fell behind you, which your palm cut open on the glass that had shattered.

“please stop!” you yelled, though your voice was wobbly. he took a few deep breaths, and realized what had happened.

you looked at your hand, and your breath stopped at the sight of blood. you and sakusa both knew you fainted at the sight of blood. and with that, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

—

when you woke up your hand was bandaged. you layed on your bed with an ice pack on your head that was throbbing from sakusa’s yelling. you reached over and drank the water sitting on the nightstand.

the door opened, and when you looked, sakusa was there with soup. you looked away and rolled the other way.

“you’re awake. i made you soup.” he set it on the nightstand and bent down to face you. you turned the other way.

“i’m sorry.” he said. there was and eerie, and awkward silence.

“is that all you’re going to say? after everything you say, that’s your apology?” you replied without looking at him.

“i-“

“sakusa, you really messed up this time.” he winced at his last name. you heard sniffles from behind you, he grabbed the back of your shirt gently.

“please. i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have yelled at you, and everything i said was wrong. i appreciate everything you do for me, how you made dinner for me. and even when i’m cold to you, you never give up and always are cheery. i’m sorry for yelling at you, and hurting you.” he was quiet for a second. “i love you.”

you turned towards him and held your arms open. he quickly hugged you back and started to cry. “please don’t leave me.”

“i’m not going to leave you, silly. but yoomi, you can’t treat me like that.”

“i know, i’m so sorry y/n.”

miya atsumu

you were in the bathroom, pulling the shoulder part of your shirt down to see the red mark that atsumu accidentally left. you could barely see it.

you heard three knocks, and a slurred “y/n? please leh-let me in.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat and opened the bathroom door. “tsumu.”

his face was flushed red. his eyes also. you felt bad, leaving him at the bar, but you had to.

“you left me,” his words were slurred you could barely tell what he was saying.

you looked at the floor. “‘tsumu, you started a fight over me. i got hurt,” you showed him the mark.

“i’m sorry baby, here, let me hug you,” he walked towards you but you shook your head.

“no, please ‘tsumu. wanna be alone. i dont- i cant be by you right now,” you tried to push past him.

“let me hug you,” his voice scared you. “no. let me through-“ he wouldn’t listen to anything you said- or tried to say.

he wrapped his arms around you, and lifted you up as he squeezed you. the awful smell of cigarettes and beer made your eyes water. “put me down.”

“all i wanted was a fucking hug from my partner,” his grip tightened as your arms began to weakly punch his arms.

“please let me go, i don’t want to hug you like this,” you cried. but the cries, and pleads were ignored.

“i spend all this time away from you, and when i want a hug-“

“miya, let me go please. i cant breathe,” you sobbed. “you’re scaring me.”

his grip loosened. you stumbled backwards before your teary eyes met his, and pushed past him.

“i’m sorry,” he quickly said.

“i know miya, you said that last time you accidentally hurt me from drinking,” you sniffled.

“are we going to be okay?” he mumbled after a silence.

“not if this keeps up,” he looked up at you. you walked towards him and cupped his cheek. “i love you so so much. but this can’t keep happening tsum.”

he began to cry, “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. please don’t leave me.”

you gently hugged him and let him sob into your shoulder, “i know addictions are hard. and i’m here for you. but you- you can’t keep hurting me.”

iwaizumi hajime

both of you were frustrated at each other. the heat from the summer getting to the both of you, and this was the day you had asked him to help you decorate.

“i just don’t see why we have to do this today,” he mumbled with a nail in his mouth as he hammered in the shelf.

“because, haji, i explained this,” you wiped the sweat from your forehead. “my family is visiting and i want it to be not boring.”

“i don’t think your family would give a shit about these dumb plants,” he mumbled.

you looked up at him. “you know, nobody can understand you when you’re mumbling. say it louder dear! be proud of it,” you were sarcastic, and he wasn’t dealing with you today.

“i don’t think your family would give a shit about your dumb ass plants,” he repeated, his face in yours.

“you’re a dick,” you spat, putting a plant on the shelf.

he continued to mumble about how dumb, and how frustrated he was with decorating. and you wouldn’t have asked for help, honestly, if you knew he would be like this.

“can you stop being so annoying? you’re acting like a child,” you scoffed at him, he looked down at your sitting figure on the floor that was sorting out some things.

“right, i’m the kid when you couldn’t have decorated by yourself,” he replied.

“hajime you’re being a douche! cant you do one thing? all i asked was for you to put up the shelves and hanging plants!” your eyes watered with frustration and sadness.

“you can’t do one thing without me can’t you? i told you not to bother me then you ask for this, and i help and you do nothing. if you’re going to try to make yourself useful then actually do something!” he shouted, knocking a plant over and the pot falling on your hand.

you repeated, “fuck!” as the pain grew. the plant’s pot was now broken and scattered on the floor with the dirt surrounding it.

iwaizumi got off the step stool he was on, and rushed over to you. “i’m sorry, i didn’t- i didn’t mean to knock it over.”

you tugged your hand away from him and went to get stuff to clean your bloody hand. “i know you didn’t mean to. it’s fine.”

he sat you on the toilet and cleaned your wound. “i didnt me-“

“i know you didn’t mean to. it was an accident.”

once he fully wrapped your hand, he kissed your head. “i’ll finish decorating. i shouldn’t have let my emotions get the best of me, and i should’ve been more careful.”

you knew he meant best, and that he truly would never hurt you on purpose.

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years

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Continuation of Request #14?

Request #23

Warning: mentions of past rape, beliefs of oneself being unlovable/unwanted.

Honestly, at first, I wasn't sure where to go with this, but I ultimately gave it a wholesome(?) ending that I'm satisfied with. (Of course, If y'all want another continuation, I'm down to write more in the future.)

Enjoy!

Part 1

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Welp...

It was morning now.

...

A sigh left Villain's lips as they lay freshly awake in their bed, staring at the ceiling. They had to go and deal with Hero, even though they really didn't want to. They were still rather puzzled about what had happened yesterday. Why the hell...? Did Hero actually enjoy...?

Shaking their head to clear their thoughts, the villain lifted themself with a slight groan and dragged themself out of bed. Now, first things first, they were in dire need of a shower. Their nemesis' unexpected late-night visit had drained what little energy they had at the time, so they had just collapsed into bed as they were, all sweaty and gross.

Entering the bathroom and turning on the water, Villain freed themself of their clothing and hopped right in. As they rubbed shampoo into their greasy hair, they pondered how they should deal with this situation. On the one hand, they could probably use this to their advantage. They could make an arrangement of sorts. Hero gets what they want as long as they follow Villain's orders.

Lightly chuckling, they imagined the looks on their nemesis' teammates' faces as they realized the hero had betrayed them. And only to fulfill some fucked up fantasy of theirs, too.

But on the other hand, this was super weird, and the villain probably shouldn't indulge Hero. This could get out of hand very fast. After all, the hero had already snuck back into Villain's base; who knows what they might do next to get what they're after.

With another sigh, they turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and went to get dressed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hero sat in the corner of their cell. Their arms had gotten tied behind their back, and the familiar power-suppressing collar was back on their neck. They weren't sure why they had come back. I mean, they knew why they came back, but they also... didn't.

It was such a stupid idea. Of course, Villain would freak out! Why the hell did the hero think they would react any other way?! What was wrong with them? Why did- Why did Hero enjoy being used like that...?

Were they into all that shit, or were they just... really that desperate for contact?

...

Hero couldn't deny that they did, in fact, enjoy being at the villain's mercy, but... physical contact was still their main desire. Even during their fights, they often let themself get pinned down, just so that they could be close to someone, even if only for a short moment. And Villain... Villain just happened to be the one person who willingly got closer to them...

...

Maybe they were just sick in the head... People probably avoided them for a reason... Villain didn't care about them; they were enemies after all. They only got close to the hero because they were fighting. It made sense, didn't it...? It made sense that Hero was unwanted-

The door suddenly creaked open, and light flooded the small room, blinding the hero for a moment. They blinked their eyes a couple of times to adjust, and once they did, their gaze met with the dark form of their nemesis.

With their arms crossed and a stern calculating look on their face, the villain stood before them, looking down at them. Hero fidgeted nervously under their stare and eventually looked away, head hanging low in their shame. The sigh that left Villain only made them curl in on themself more.

"Hero." - the criminal started, mentally preparing for one hell of a ride. "Why did you come back? I mean, you told me why, but- but why?"

Silence was all they received as an answer, and it honestly got on their nerves a bit. Hero fucking breaks back into their base and then doesn't even want to talk? Fine. They would do this a different way then.

Villain's footsteps echoed through the cell as they approached the quiet hero whose face still turned away from them. As they knelt down, they grabbed the other's chin and forced them to turn their head. The villain noticed the way Hero shivered from their touch and had expected them to try and pull away in fright, but instead, they leaned into it, albeit a bit hesitantly.

With how cold it was in the room, the villain could easily feel how hot the captured's face burned. As their eyes met, the hero looked embarrassed and like they seriously didn't want to be here right now. The sight just made Villain's blood boil even more.

"Why so hesitant all of a sudden, Hero? You were so eager earlier." - the villain spat out angrily, their nemesis' indecisiveness irritating them. Just what the hell did they want?

Hero tried to stutter out an answer. They wanted to explain themself, they really did! But all they managed to say was a quiet "I-I'm sorry..." as tears slowly gathered in their eyes.

"You're sorry?" - Villain pressed, demanding a better answer.

Tensing up as their stomach twisted in their stress, they tried to explain again, voice meek as they admitted, "I- I was just... lonely..."

Their captor was quiet for a moment, studying their face. Trying to figure the other out, they eventually asked, "You let me rape you because you were lonely?"

"Um... Well... when you... put it that way... I... um..." - the hero mumbled, their gaze darting all over Villain's face, avoiding their eyes, too afraid to look into them.

The villain was silent again, slowly catching onto what Hero's deal was. The way the other's eyes were moving all around was annoying, so they decided to test something. Using their free hand, Villain softly cradled the hero's face, making them freeze, their gaze locked on the new point of contact. The criminal's touch slowly glided to the back of Hero's head, making them shudder as their hand tangled itself in the captured's hair.

The hero's eyes looked off to the side, trying to ignore the new feeling, but Villain brought them back to attention as they suddenly gripped Hero's messy locks and roughly pulled, getting a yelp out of them. They shivered as the villain forced their faces closer and ordered, "Look me in the eyes, or I'm leaving."

With a small whine, Hero's eyes immediately snapped to Villain's own.

"Bingo." - the criminal thought as they loosened their grip on the other's hair and instead tenderly began to massage their scalp.

As another whimper crawled out of the hero's throat, they pleaded meekly, "S-Stop... Y-You- You d-don't-"

"You're touch starved." - Villain said, matter-of-factly, anger disappearing as their expression turned more neutral as Hero's tears started to flow down their face. "You let me hurt you because it meant I would touch you."

"I- I- I'm-" - the hero tried to deny their nemesis' words but ultimately failed as they broke down into sobs, still looking into the other's eyes, not wanting them to pull away.

The villain paused in their petting and instead cradled Hero's face with both their hands, the hero inhaling shakily at the feeling. As they hiccuped and sniffled, Villain continued their conversation.

"I admit, seeing you under me is fun, but you seriously need some help." - the criminal watched as Hero only cried more, still desperately keeping eye contact. They really needed help. I mean, to just let themself get raped? They could've just told Villain what they wanted, and they would've let them go!

And yeah, sure, the villain wasn't the best for doing that to them in the first place either, but they only did it because it was Hero. Raping some random person is of no interest to Villain, but the hero? They knew what they were signing up for when they picked this job, so the villain didn't mind being ruthless to them.

But still... this was... honestly just sad. Did Hero genuinely have no one who cared about them? Villain supposed they had fans, but that wasn't really the same thing. Someone liking them as a hero is a lot different than someone loving them as a person.

...

Did... Villain like them?

...

They didn't exactly hate them, but were they interested in the other like that?

...

Well, they did tell their henchmen to put Hero in that... revealing outfit...

It was mostly just to humiliate the hero, but...

...

Shit.

...

With a small sigh, they made their decision and continued talking from earlier. "And I'm gonna be the one to get you that help, 'cause God knows you won't get it yourself."

"W-Wha...?" - Hero's confusion made them pause their crying. What- What did Villain...

"W-What do y-you mean?"

"You're staying with me."

Hero's chest fluttered at that. Villain... wasn't going to push them away?

"R-Really...?" - the hero asked uncertainly, doubt still gripping at their heart.

With a smile that melted their worries away, the villain answered, "Yes, really. We'll get some oxytocin going in that brain of yours." They gave Hero's forehead a gentle boop for emphasis, and the hero found it oddly comforting.

"Also, we're getting you a therapist." - Villain added, more seriously this time. "And... you know what? Fuck it. I'm getting myself a therapist too. Got some shit of my own to deal with..."

In a slightly better mood, Hero playfully asked, "B-By 'get' do you mean you'll literally g-go and grab some therapists?"

The villain snorted in reply, and as they pulled the hero to their feet, they said, "For you? I'd kidnap a therapist any day, darling~."

The blush on Hero's face only worsened at the nickname, but they still found themself smiling, a bit giddy. As Villain undid their restraints, they rubbed at their wrists and neck, shyly looking to the other. "S-So, what now?"

"Now, we're going to go and have breakfast." - the villain answered, offering the hero their arm, which they flusteredly took as their stomach grumbled and as Villain grinned at them endearingly.

As the two of them walked, they talked about how exactly to proceed from here. Neither of them was of a very... healthy mindset, and such, this relationship probably wasn't the healthiest one out there. But... that was fine. They would get there someday.

If no one else would help them, then they would help each other.

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