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wyn-n-tonic · 1 year

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Hi! I really enjoy your Santiago Garcia stuff and was wondering if you’d write daddy Santi helping with period cramps? Like imagine those big warm hands giving you a massage. Heaven. (I was thinking normal sweet massage but when it comes to Santi it might end up becoming more than sweet ;) whatever u feel like) Thank you!

Take Care

Word Count: 1.9k+ Warnings: Daddy kink, oral sex mention (f received), unprotected period sex. Blood mention, obvs. A/N: I hope this lives up to expectations!!

Bloody and bruising.

Bowed over, taken down, and everything inside is twisting and churning like a hot tub on fucking fire.

Pain between your hips, radiating down to your knees and up to your breasts and further on into your head.

That’s where the pain receptors are, the little things inside of your head that read what your nerves are writing out. Apparently the pain pills you’re supposed to take are supposed to block that goddamn function but, yet again, here you are with your head halfway down the toilet begging God not to let you pass out on the floor like you’re a college freshman all over again.

Which would be fine, honestly, if you were living by yourself still. But you just moved in with your boyfriend after months of him begging and he has never seen you like this, you make absolute sure of that.

It’s not that Santiago can’t handle blood and puke but he shouldn’t have to handle your blood and puke. Not this early, at least.

But then the front door is closing at the bottom of the stairs and his footsteps are falling throughout the house talking to you normally until you don’t answer back. Only then does he sound a little panicked, doors opening and closing throughout the rooms downstairs until there’s heavy treading on the wood stairs.

Trying to get up, to call back to him, is goddamn useless because, every time you do, another round of vomit threatens to crawl up the length of your throat.

It doesn’t matter, though. Because he follows the sound of your cries as the muscles in every part of your body seize you again.

“Baby?” Santiago falls to his knees beside you, large hand splaying across your back in a way that makes you cry out louder until he pulls away. “What's wrong? Baby?”

This is so fucking embarrassing and you tell him as much in the small, pitiful illusion of words you manage to bite out. Barely living with him a month and your uterus decides to make you scream like you’ve been shot in stomach.

Which is exactly what he tells you he sounded like when he actually was.

“Come on, baby, what is it?” He asks, pulling himself to a squat. “Do you need to poop? Benny gets like this when he needs to poop sometimes.”

"I don’t need to take a fucking shit, Santiago!”

Head cocked, he raises an eyebrow. “Is that anyway to talk to daddy, sweetheart?”

Really, you just want him to go away. Give you another pain pill and fuck off for a few hours until you feel like a fucking human being again. It’s the second day, that’s always the worst one, it’ll pass. You know it’ll pass.

But right now?

“Tiago, baby, I love you, but I just—“ Instead of finishing your sentence, you knock him off his balance on your way back to the toilet to choke out another teaspoonful of fucking bile.

“Please get out,” you tell him through the tears and the raw throat.

He shakes his head. “Fuck you, princess, what’s wrong?”

Deep breath. “It’s my period, daddy,” you bite out at him.

“Okay,” he stands, hands up in surrender.

He walks out and you’re thankful. In the past, when you’ve been sick—truly sick—every time he walked away to get more medicine or fluids or the thermometer, you whined for him not to leave you. Now? Now you let out the first breath of relief you’ve felt all day.

Five minutes passes with your head in your hands, supporting the aching, pounding brain as you hang it between the knees drawn up to your chest.

“Take your fucking clothes off,” his voice comes out low and deep.

He’s in his undershirt when you look up, button up disposed in favor of his bare arms. There’s a mug in his hands and you can see the steam rising from the cup.

“I'm not taking my clothes off with you in here, Santi.”

His eyebrow raises again. “You think I’m scared of a little bit of blood?”

That's just the thing. At the end of the day, it’s all these theatrics for just a little bit of blood. All these cramps—all this vomit—for barely a goddamn thing.

“Take these,” he puts pills in your hand, waving you off when you tell him you’ve already taken something. “I don’t care about what little baby bitch pills you’ve picked up from the pharmacy, these are South American and you won’t feel shit after about thirty minutes.”

“Are they from some fucking narco you’ve worn the blood of?”

He huffs a laugh and squats down next to me again. “I’d like to wear your fucking blood so if you could take your clothes off and get into that shower, I’d really appreciate it.”

Cramps take you again and so, too, do his words as. “Do you think that telling me you’ll wear my blood after I’ve asked about all the people you’ve shot is funny?”

Hands to his chest, his eyes turn liquid coal. “You wound daddy, baby,” he says, tone half mocking. “Maybe the cramps and embarrassment are going to your big, beautiful, smart brain because it was actually meant to be sexy—or did you forget all the times I’ve told you I like the taste? We live together now, princesa, you don’t get to lock me out of parts of my own house and tell me not to take care of my girl.”

His hands are large and careful as he helps you up, holding you close to him as he helps you brush your teeth and wash your mouth out. “I wish you would’ve called me at work, baby,” he whispers as he starts to strip you down. “Would've rushed straight home and done this already; been downstairs and making dinner while you slept off the pills in a fucked out high.”

Your muscles are betraying you again but in the way that they’re reacting to every single word of his honey thick voice. “I love you, Santi.”

He says nothing, just kisses your temple and puts you in the shower to start letting the warmth run over you as he strips down to join you.

He tries nothing in the shower, his only focus on holding you up while the pills kick in and the only lingering touches of his fingers between your legs come in the form of washing you beneath the spray.

It’s when he gets you out from the water that he gets handsy, small words checking in with you and asking how your body feels. He grabs a towel and lays it out on the bed before encouraging you to lay facedown.

“I should really put panties on, Santiago,” you say. “I”m going to make a mess on the bed.”

Shushes fall from his mouth as he presses kisses into your spine, large hands kneading into your flesh as he works his way down. “Do you mind the idea of period sex, by the way, baby girl? Or do you just want me to keep massaging this beautiful back of yours and let you be?”

Lifting your head up, you do your best to look back at him. “I don’t mind the idea,” you tell him. “I've never done it before though.”

He laughs. "Yeah, because you never let daddy stick his big, fat cock inside of you during it.”

“You know it’s weird that you call yourself daddy more than I call you daddy, right?” You ask him. “You're so desperate, it’s cute—“

A loud smack runs ripples up your spine but he was right about those pills—you don’t feel a goddamn thing but the shivers and the lightheadedness of a turned on buzz.

“So, can I put it in you?” He asks, hand smoothing across the swell of your ass. “Please, baby? You can make any kind of mess you want but it’ll feel better when the pills wear off, I promise.”

He pulls your ass up towards him as you nod, laying another smack across the flesh of your backside as you pull a pillow towards you, and he wastes no fucking time in pushing himself inside of you—all the way down with no effort and a low groan of deep satisfaction.

“It's funny because I know how horny you get on your period, princess,” he says with another hand clapped down on your ass. “Sext me like a pent up virgin who’s read far too much erotica with your shit Spanish and—“

“Does insulting me make you feel like a bigger man, daddy?” You throw back to him. “Because if that’s the case, you can get the fuck out of me and relieve yourself in the shower, my vibrator will do just fine.”

Leaning over you, he presses his lips into your shoulder. “It actually makes me feel bigger when you give me shit back, princesa.”

Your fucking head is lost in the way he sinks his teeth into your neck, the skin pulled taut as he bites down and sucks.

It could be the high of the pills or his cologne but that doesn’t take away how right he is—how good he feels inside of you. You never let him see you like he did earlier; you did lock him out and keep yourself away all those months you kept separate spaces. Because while you knew how good he was when you were sick, all past experiences with boyfriends and blood involved ended in tears and not the kind you’ve fallen face first into as he punches louder and louder cries out of you.

“You feel that?” He asks, voice so low—mocking—and you can feel his eyes raking down your spine as his hand runs up and around to squeeze at your breast. “Feel your muscles tightening up? Or can you not? Are daddy’s pills blocking this warm”—he thrusts harder—“thick”—harder—“orgasm I’m pulling out of this slick little cunt?”

There’s laughter in your throat over the absurdity of it all; that you were crying and choking back vomit not even an hour ago and now you’re clenching in some fucked up state of euphoria; that your muscles were tightening in betrayal of your body and now they’re tightening for your body’s pleasure.

That you were full of tears of pain and now are full of tears of pleasure as he squeeze and kneads and pumps harder but slower to drag out the strokes of this full feeling he puts all throughout you.

You don’t even realize you’re crying out his name until he’s shushing you, cooing out with soft mouth sounds after pushing in and letting go on a hard, guttural grunt.

“Do you still hurt, baby?” He asks, lips pressed into your temple as he leans over you. You can feel him twitching inside of you with every breath. “Or are you ready to nap up here in your fucked out little state of mind while I make you dinner?”

He doesn’t even let you fully answer before he’s smacking your ass again as he pulls himself out of you.

“Stay here with this cute little ass up in the air,” he says. “I'll be back after I put dinner in the oven to eat my dessert.”

#soft santi sunday #santiago garcia x you #santiago garcia x reader #santiago 'pope' garcia #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago garcia fanfiction #o writes

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qwesty-030 · 9 months

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hello ASP fandom

I’ve been lingering on the ASP tag for a while bc I wanted to find ppl that like the book as much as i do. I’ve seen all the beautiful fanart and whatnot. and I wanna thank yall bc I’ve been inspired to make my own post ✨! I too shall contribute to the ASP fandom too bc tumblr is the only place i can find an active asp fandom🧍

thank you and have a nice day

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so uhm these are my designs for Finny and Gene. I drew these back when I started reading A Separate Peace in my high-school sophomore year. They’re pretty old drawings. At the time, I only drew these just to have some faces to put a name on (to help me visualize easier idk)

Well fast forward, my class finished reading ASP and I have been an ASP addict ever since.

okay im going to word vomit now

okay erm thought process of these designs:

Finny-

i tried to make him as book accurate at possible but ngl i actually i thought he was a red head before i looked up what he actually looked like. I genuinely wouldve believed he was a red head if i didnt looked it up (yes im referring to the ppl propagating redhead finny)

i gave him very sharp features and a somewhat messy hairstyle to symbolize his wild nature but also neat enough to get him by in school.

His shirt usually untucked or hastily put on. Most times he has his coat off or unbuttoned

he has some freckles and moles too YAY

Gene-

made him the most basic looking guy with the most basic features: black hair and brown eyes (okay ik his hair looks blue and u can barely see his brown eyed but i was limiting myself on colors GSSSYSHDHHSHA )

ofc i HAD to make him the complete opposite of Finny. His features are more squarish and rounder. because he always does random 90° angles out of nowhere

his hair is more neat and put together compared to Finny’s. It’s very structured to be square shaped. i like to think he uses a little bit of gel but it’s not a tight slickback. he lets his hair go loose bc he wants to follow Finny’s footsteps and be wild and free too 🤩🤩 yet he can’t help but follow the standard of having a neat slick hair and ofc follow school dresscode 🤷‍♀️

his fit is also more put together. he always makes sure his tie is neat and his coat is buttoned up most times

i gave him a mole :)

this was a fun one to make cuz he literally never describes himself in the book💀💀 i find that really interesting tho. perhaps it was on purpose so readers can relate to Gene more by emotion and not feel distanced by physical features

(yea i obviously put in a lot more thought into Gene’s design than Finny’s)

(i still love them both tho)

FUN FACTS YES THERE’S MORE:

honestly thought Finny was a latino and/or hispanic cuz of his tan skin. (im well aware white ppl can look tan and not be a hispanic but also hispanics and latinx could also look pale white i was lowkey a little ignorant back then 💀.) idk maybe he could have some hispanic blood 🤷‍♀️

do not mind the messiness and low quality, i did this in the dead of night on a note-taking app called Notability

that last note may sound absolutely unrelated BUT WAIT! I actually have a whole stock of ASP Notability doodles! More to come!! maybe…

if i feel like it…….

we’ll see

their hairstyles and clothing are based on actual 1940s styles :D it’s my favorite thing about their design especially their hair. it was fun researching and incorporating historical trends

the chair Gene is sitting on is supposed to be the Early American chair from Finny’s house! I did not put any effort into the chair whatsoever 😀

although i gave Finny short hair, I’ve come to see how good long hair Finny is

Yup that’s all for now. Thank you all who stopped by. It’s so nice meeting u guys!!

#a separate peace #gene forrester #finny asp #hm yes good book must read #is this how tumblr works #asp #i just need to channel out my feelings for this book like ong #are u supposed to put spaces in tumblr tags?#dont kill me this is my first time posting on tumblr 💀#OH MY GOODNESS THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I DIDNT SAVE MY DRAFTS #dreedraws

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beiq2y · 1 year

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YOUNG! RAG BRO HEADCANON(not kaeluc)

(Warnings : wine, drinking( wine testing), the drink ‘death after noon’)

In which diluc has hated alcohol since even before his father’s death, he simply just detested the taste of it.

So young bartender! Diluc who is exploring different and new mixes of drinks, refusing to taste even a single drop and using his brother Kaeya as his Guinea pig instead!

At first, Kaeya wasn’t a huge fan of the alcoholic taste, but if it was frm big brother diluc? It was heaven-sent.

Builds a high alcohol tolerance so that he can drink multiple concoctions at once, and is constantly giving diluc feedback!!

❋—❋—❋

“Hmm i really like this one brother! It has a really elegant taste and all, definitely one of your best,” Kaeya begins, taking yet another sip of diluc’s latest creation.

Sparkling white wine and dandelion wine had been mixed together, creating an especially potent drink. But Kaeya couldn’t get drunk - he wouldn’t! Especially not when his beloved brother needed his sober feedback.

“Is that so? Well then maybe a small sip wouldn’t hurt..” Diluc muttered to himself, wrapping his fingers around the wine glass in his brother’s hand. He exuded elegance and class as he lifted the glass to his lips, taking a quick sip of his so-called “best creation”.

But there was nothing very elegant about the way Diluc’s face instantly contorted into a look of absolute disgust - his eyebrows furrowed as a grimace made its way to his lips.

“I really don’t understand how people drink things like.. that. Really, why drink alcohol when grape juice is right here. Same taste, same quality, but without all that.. bitter nonsense,” Diluc huffed, downing himself in grape juice to wash out the taste from his mouth.

“Now now, that possibly can’t be the behaviour of one of the best bartenders I know?” Kaeya hummed, a teasing tone underlining his words. “But, whatever you say brother! If you insist grape juice is better, I suppose we’ll just have to agree to disagree.”

He gently took the wine glass back from Diluc, running his finger over the rim of the glass as he pondered silently. For such a profound drink, it most certainly deserved a title worthy of its honour. Glancing out the window, he observed the setting of the sun as it’s rays began to disappear, painting the sky a sweet pink. Ah, how he adored the afternoon sky. And with that thought, his eyes shot up, eager to share his idea with his brother.

“Brother, what do you think about naming this drink ‘Love at Noon’? It certainly does give that aura if you ask me!” Kaeya proposed, nudging diluc’s shoulder gently, to which the red-haired man only groaned.

“I really don’t see where the love in this comes to play. Just a sip of that and you’ll be dropping dead. ‘Death at Noon’ sounds much more appropriate for the drink,” The older of the two grumbled, going for a refill of his favourite fruit juice, mumbling something along the lines of how ‘he could still taste it on his tongue.’

“Ah, but Death at Noon sounds so depressing, brother! What about death after noon, hm? Then we can save Love at Noon for another one of your other drinks!” Kaeya mused, letting out a satisfied hum as he drank the last bit of his wine.

“Well, I supposed it isn’t a bad name. It’ll do,” Diluc gave his nod of approvement, and with that, ‘Death after Noon’ was created.

❋—❋—❋

A/n : BYE im dead. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JS A SMALL HEADCANON FRM B4 THE SEPARATOR. But then i decided i wanted a small scenario and it ended up becoming 500+ words.. and i wrote it on tumblr and i was scared i wld lose my progress so i copy pasted every para of this to my notes app individually 💀 I HOPE U ENJOYED THIS BTW!! Also MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLS! Sorry i didnt write a Christmas special and vomited this instead LMAOAOAO

kaeluc shipper dni

©beiq2y on tumblr, 2k22. Pls do not steal or repost my works!

#beiq2y #ragbros #diluc angst #kaeya angst #ragnvindr brothers #i need them to become brothers again im dead #genshin impact hcs #Diluc fluff #kaeya fluff #rag bros #if they dont interact soon im gna lose it #genshin hcs #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin imagines

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sickficideas · 1 year

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for bsd requests may i propose the idea of some kinda road trip? i think they are such good sickfic content bc they're just trapped in a metal tin can the whole time and there's nothing anyone can do about it

omg absolutely!! thank u for requesting <3<3<3 this got away from me a bit and I also ended up using the rarest of rarepairs lol but I hope it's ok !! i also got another request for bsd road trip sickfic so this is 1/2 hahaha

interruption // tachiaku sickfic

ao3!

Ryuunosuke is really starting to regret this trip.

He's only come along because Gin was so excited about the idea of him coming. She's his weakness. He can never say no to her, not even if it's doing something dreadful like sitting in a car for five and a half hours.

Normally, this isn't an issue. Higuchi drives him places all of the time, but Ryuunosuke is always in the passenger seat. This time, he's given the seat up to Gin so that she can sit with Higuchi up front, who offered to drive them.

Ryuunosuke supposes he never realized until now just how carsick he really gets.

They're chatting about something up front that Ryuunosuke can't focus on at all because of the music. They’ve been driving for about two hours at this point, and the trip is only halfway over. He’s hoping he might get lucky and they’ll stop somewhere so that he can reset for a moment, but he doesn’t want to alert anyone by asking to stop.

"You okay?" Tachihara asks him quietly, as to not alert the girls up front. He’s been quiet most of the drive too aside from quipping into the girls’ conversation, and he’s sat next to Ryuunosuke in the back seat.

He is definitely not okay, but at this point, if he opens his mouth to answer Tachihara, he's certain that vomit will come out before any words do. He's not sure what to do. His head hurts. He feels so sick that he can't focus on anything, and he thinks he might die from embarrassment if he vomits in Higuchi's car, in front of his sister and the guy he may or may not have a massive crush on.

But of course, the universe does not care, and the gag that's forced out of his mouth isn't enough of a warning before he throws up onto the floor mat beneath the seat.

He's mortified. His ears are so hot he thinks they might fall off, and he's shut off everything around him. He knows Tachihara is saying something and he feels his hand on his back, but the words are lost to him. He chokes up another mouthful of vomit and now he's worried about crying too. He never cries in front of people. He can't start doing that while he's also throwing up in the car with all of them.

His arms are wrapped around his middle and he’s doubled over and every other sensation is completely lost to him. He can’t even tell if the car is still moving or not, and his eyes are screwed shut because he’s afraid that looking will make him even more sick, but he’s slightly concerned that opening his eyes will provide him with no sight.

His throat burns so badly and his abdominal muscles are already sore, and he doesn’t feel any better than he did before he threw up. This is such a nightmare. He would rather die than open his eyes right now. Normally he would simply move on and pretend this never happened, but he doesn’t think that’s possible here at all. Not only does he still feel awful, but he’s trapped in this car with nowhere to hide or run off to.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?" Tachihara says. That's the clearest his voice has been in what feels like at least half an hour. "It's just me. I told the girls to go inside. But they're super worried about you."

Ryuunosuke wants to answer, but he's too scared to open his mouth again. His hands move to cover his face and he’s starting to realize that the car has finally stopped. He isn’t entirely sure what Tachihara means by inside, but he has to assume they’ve stopped somewhere.

Maybe they didn’t notice. That’s a completely delusional thought, but it gets Ryuunosuke to sit up.

"Here, let's get out of the car. You need fresh air," Tachihara says, climbing out of his side to meet Ryuunosuke on the other side.

Ryuunosuke takes his hand. His legs are shaking so much that he can hardly stand on them, and it's making breathing a lot harder, too. He still feels terrible. Never in his life has he been this carsick before, but he doesn’t think he’s ever been in a car for this long, either.

Tachihara doesn’t lead him too far off, just to the hood of the car so he has something to lean on. Ryuunosuke still can’t bear to look at him.

He hears Higuchi’s voice and resists every urge to curl up into Tachihara’s side and pretend he’s not even there, but he has to face the consequences, whether this is something that was completely out of his control or not. Surely there was some way to prevent it.

"Higuchi, I -"

"It's completely fine, I promise," Higuchi says. She’s already completely ahead of him, of course, as always. "I can just throw the floor mat out. It's really not a big deal at all!"

“Are you okay, Ryuu? Do you feel better?” Gin asks, tilting her head in some attempt to get Ryuunosuke to look at her, but he can’t do it. He can feel his face start to get hot again.

“I’m - I’m fine,” he insists, because there’s no other acceptable answer. Clearly, he’s worried her enough.

"C’mon. Let's get you walking around, you'll feel better that way," Tachihara tells him as he takes his wrist and leads him away from the car. “We’ll be back.”

The lights in the gas station are entirely too bright for the headache he’s trying desperately to will away, and the nausea starts to bubble in his throat again. He silently looks around for any sign of a restroom, that way he can at least vomit with some dignity.

He was hoping for privacy too, this time. Ryuunosuke doesn't expect Tachihara to follow him inside, but it must be obvious enough that he's about to vomit again.

He almost collapses completely in front of the toilet but Tachihara manages to keep him upright enough for him to bring up a mouthful of vomit with a weak burp. He’s hardly eaten anything today, but his stomach doesn’t seem to care, it’s simply trying to evacuate any trace of anything to punish him for being in a car for so long. What is he going to do? How is he going to last the rest of the trip? Is he going to feel this sick the entire vacation, too?

"You should've said something. You know Higuchi wouldn't have minded pulling over,” Tachihara tells him. Ryuunosuke has barely registered that he’s knelt beside him with a hand on his back. He really never pegged Tachihara as the type to do this, but he’s sort of glad for it, because it helps, somehow.

He takes a few breaths before he speaks to make sure he's clear to talk without throwing up.

"I didn't want to interrupt them," Ryuunosuke mumbles, gathering a wad of toilet paper to wipe his mouth. His hands are shaking so much that Tachihara has to help him tear it off. "I didn't think…that would happen."

"You looked nauseous to me the whole time, Akutagawa. I'm surprised you even got that far," Tachihara sighs.

Ryuunosuke's shoulders sink. He didn’t think it was that obvious, but apparently, most times he thinks he's hiding any condition of his from these three, they all already know.

He thinks he's okay, now, but he doesn't want to stand up. He decides to sit against the wall beside Tachihara. It's nice to just have solid ground beneath him for a while, not having to worry about moving or walking around.

"I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused," Ryuunosuke tells him. He's not sure how he can repay him for this help. Ryuunosuke doubts he would be anywhere near as helpful if their places were switched. He really is grateful, but he feels equally as guilty.

"It's seriously nothing. I'm sorry you're the one who's gotta feel like shit," Tachihara tells him. Ryuunosuke's getting sort of distracted by his eyes. Tachihara says something to him again, but he doesn't hear it, he's lost for a handful of seconds. He's only taken out of it because he feels Tachihara's hand on his forehead. "You don't feel all that warm, you okay?"

"Ah - I'm sorry," he stammers, embarrassed as he turns his head away, "I supposed I'm just out of it…"

Tachihara seems to want to say something, but he's interrupted by a buzzing in his pocket.

"Hold on. Higuchi's calling me," he says, answering the call. Ryuunosuke hears the woman's distressed voice but he can't catch what she's saying. "Oh, sorry. We're in the bathroom,"

"Suspicious," she says, Ryuunosuke catches that much, and his ears start to feel hot again.

"Okay, hey, no. We'll be out in a second," Tachihara grumbles before hanging up. He stands up and offers a hand to Ryuunosuke. "I'll help you up, you're still not super steady."

Ryuunosuke turns his head but takes the hand and Tachihara helps him off of the floor. It's sort of dizzying, maybe he should have taken it slower, but Tachihara takes his arm to steady him.

"You okay, Akutagawa?" he asks, uncomfortably close to Ryuunosuke's face. He just nods and turns his head away, hoping that Tachihara won't notice how red his face must be.

Tachihara says he'll buy them some waters and orders Ryuunosuke to go back outside and get some fresh air, which he certainly doesn't have any objections to. He doesn't entirely remember where they parked, but he spots Gin and Higuchi leaning on the hood of her car. They're giggling about something. Ryuunosuke's glad he didn't ruin their time entirely. He wishes they would just pretend nothing happened, but they've never been the type to do that.

Gin takes notice of him first as he approaches the car, and any bit of a smile that was on her face before is wiped off. She looks so concerned. Ryuunosuke wishes he could wipe her memory.

“I’m sorry,” Ryuunosuke manages to say as he turns his eyes away.

"No apologizing," she insists.

"It's really not a problem," Higuchi chimes in. Ryuunosuke's grateful she feels that way, but he's not quite sure he can agree.

"I found this inside. You should take one," Gin says as she hands him something from her jacket pocket. It's a medication labeled for motion sickness. "We'll wait half an hour so it has some time to work."

"Oh…thank you, Gin," he says quietly. He didn't even know this was a thing.

"I don't remember you going to the register," Higuchi says, sounding rather suspicious.

Gin doesn't say anything, but her silence heavily implies she stuffed it into her sleeve and slipped out.

"You're so scary. There's so many cameras in there," Higuchi groans, but of course, Gin is a professional shoplifter. She doesn't even bother to address the accusation, she takes the sheet that Ryuunosuke is struggling to open and pops out one of the tablets for him.

"We don't have to wait. I don't want to be the reason we're late for something," Ryuunosuke says after he swallows the tablet. He doesn’t think he’s quite ready for it yet, honestly, but he feels guilty holding everyone up. Besides, he’s almost certain he has nothing left in his stomach to bring up, anyway.

"We didn’t plan anything today because of the drive,” Higuchi assures him. Ryuunosuke realizes they won’t let him feel guilty no matter what.

Tachihara appears with a few water bottles and hands them off to the group. Ryuunosuke gingerly takes it. He’s not sure he really wants to drink any, but Tachihara takes it from him to open the cap and hand it back, giving him no choice.

They loiter in front of the car for a while, and Ryuunosuke ends up sitting on the pavement to lean against the front of the car while the three of them talk. He feels better, he thinks, but his body aches and there’s a dull throb in the back of his head. The cool evening breeze eases it just enough to where it’s not causing too much of a problem. He’s starting to get tired.

"Do you feel better? Your color's starting to come back," Gin notices, suddenly knelt down in front of him. He hasn’t paid much attention to the time passing, but the half-hour Gin mentioned must be up already.

Ryuunosuke simply nods.

“Okay. Please tell me if you’re not feeling good, okay? Tug on my sleeve or something. Or text me, I’ll keep my phone on,” Gin tells him. Ryuunosuke really feels terrible for how much he’s worried her. “You can sit up front instead.”

“No - no, it’s fine,” he insists. “I’ll try to rest in the back. I’m starting to feel tired.”

Gin pouts. “Are you sure?”

Ryuunosuke nods again, and Gin helps him off of the ground.

He climbs back into the seat he was in before and finds that the floor mat really is gone. He tries to ignore the thought as much as possible because his brain is trying to convince him he’s nauseous again at the memory of how he threw up earlier. He needs to focus on something else. He needs to try to sleep, if he can -

"You can lay down, if you want to," Tachihara says. Higuchi’s turned the car on and Gin is getting something out of the back, and she calls her over. So now it’s just them, for a few seconds.

Ryuunosuke isn't sure he can even do that without getting in Tachihara's way. There's not much room in the back, unless he lays his head in Tachihara’s lap. That’s not what he’s implying, is it?

“Are you - “

Tachihara’s hand snakes behind Ryuunosuke’s head and gently lowers him down so that his head lays in his lap, and it’s not much different from finally lying in bed after a needlessly long day - he feels relaxed. Safe.

"Thank you," Ryuunosuke says quietly. He's already starting to feel tired. He's not sure if he's just exhausted from his whole ordeal, or if it has something to do with the way Tachihara rakes his fingers through Ryuunosuke's hair - he's going to pretend he doesn't feel a certain way about that.

Ryuunosuke manages to fall asleep before Higuchi even pulls the car out of the parking lot.

"He has a huge crush on you," Ryuunosuke hears Gin say in a moment where his brain briefly wakes him back up. "And you better be nice to him. He's going to be embarrassed about this for the rest of his life."

"Have I not been nice to him? Ugh," Tachihara says. Ryuunosuke isn’t sure how much time has passed, but Tachihara’s hand is still on his head, patting it every now and then. He tunes out the conversation as it continues and manages to fall asleep again, hoping he imagined Gin telling Tachihara his secret.

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bluest-planet · 6 months

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Oh I’d say as a writer your stuff has an almost philosophical quality to it! Like, musings or something—I really like it, there’s a real special focus to word choice :D

AW ANON 🥺 ur so right tho! I often have a hard time focusing and getting lost in my thoughts, brooding, I suppose. Its not the best lol! Always second guessing and overthinking stuff trying to explain myself but it comes out as blubber. I'm... Doing it rn huh? Lol. Always not satisfied with saying one thing at the end but an either or.

So i try to translate and cut down after word vomiting what i feel, and try to carve into something a lot prettier, kinda like woodchop! Whittling things down and making connections to expand upon for visualisation, themes, vibes, etc lol! Like right now, i realized that Miserable has a lot of coloration with alchemy, biology, and natural events, like predator/prey, parasitism, transmutation/metamorphosis, seasonal change vs pollution etc. And really ran with it lol. I also find it a lot easier to latch onto certain motifs to ground myself and what I'm trying to say....

...but i kinda tend to loose myself in the vibes and forget halfway through what i was thinking about LOL. So im glad you like it!!! It makes me SO HAPPY u dont understand. I really am just trying to get other people to understand what I'm trying to say but my brain is a bit abstract about it fnfhfh.

Again last bit on word choice; i try to make them as closely connected as possible, almost like picking out a color palette of words that look good together, complimentary like red/green, orange/blue. And in order to make sharper contrast to em if i want smth to hit or cringe at i try the most ugly combo i can come up with lol, so instead of green and red it'll be neon orange and lime green– or overpowering like to many patterns on clothing (in a bad way... Its possible... Checkards DO NOT go with cheetah).

Then if im having trouble finding a word in english, i mix it up with spanish which usually helps! Its not always a direct translation but the same intent is there. Or right now again with alchemical/botanical/biological terms.

Sorry this was en excuse to talk about how i write LOL I GET SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT MY THROUGH PROCESS BFBFH

Anyways thanks again!!! I should be updating my latest fic at least by the end of the week :3! (But dont quote me on that bc it.... Got away from me... A bit.)

#blue's asks #this was fun to anwser i love getting asks about whatever please send me more u guys lol #whether it be about fics or art or the fandoms im into (or ocs—)

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emilabove · 4 months

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Hello! Can you tell about your dnd character/s? Thanks!

hihi!! absolutely i will thank u for asking

in no particular order, i have optare (warforged/android bard)(also the character in my pfp!!), sircis (tiefling beastmaster ranger), rosyrus (gorgon cleric), scarf (tabaxi rogue), and inias (aasimar beastmaster ranger) (is it obvious i like beastmasters)

...i apologize for the sheer word vomit below

most recently (campaign progress wise) is optare (name taken from the initial interest form my dm made which included a lone "option 1" selection), my warforged bard who is Definitely not inspired by hatsune miku. they are the silliest guy ever and are probably my most fleshed out character? what started as a silly goofy idea turned into my favorite character i've ever made/played!! originally, she only had a single sibling (a "sister unit" if u will) named coa (Course Of Action), but my dm threw out the idea of there being Another twin (or. triplet i guess) named mia (Missing In Action)! optare started as a mercenary-esque android (akin to raiden metal gear), but were sold off to become an idol <3

my very first dnd character was a tiefling beastmaster ranger named sircis, whose defining characteristic was that she had 5 intelligence. her partner was a panther named wakanda nonsense (it was Supposed to be a placeholder name but. it stuck) i played as her for two-ish different campaigns that never got finished so she will, for now, stay on the backburner (but i still love her soso much and she holds a special place in my heart)

rosyrus is the character i play in my newest campaign! i wanted to make the world's angstiest dude ever, which resulted in giving him the backstory of "accidentally turning his only friend-since-childhood to stone and becoming a cleric to save him". so far i've only had the one session as him but ohohooho im so excited to see what comes next

scarf i haven't gotten to play yet! he's the third of five siblings, and the only non-magic user in his family, so he's already riddled with familial angst >:) i have so many ideas for how i wanna go about playing him, but knowing me im gonna turn him from my intended "completely unbothered and kinda annoyed by everything" to "silly 4'10 cat" but we'll just have to see lmao

inias was for a week-long campaign i did with some friends while camping! the image of a 7'something dude being raised by wolves as his backstory was incredibly funny to me, so that's exactly what i ended up doing. his partner, a wolf named akira, is essentially his sibling/packmate who my dm kept targeting and making me stress out, but he did not die! he almost did. I nearly cried. inias is also the only character so far that was in a relationship prior to the beginning; he has a tiefling paladin husband named nephcis whose oath are their wedding vows :) (angel x demon relationships my beloved)

#thank u for indulging me #and also!! i love ur art #waves politely at ur drawings of dante von from the devil may cry series #chadams ocs

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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ocean; yuta x reader

request: i had a dream about yuta and it said u write for nct too so hopefully u can fulfill my dreams 😭 anyway so my dream was obviously not that coherent but i did get in a relationship with him (specifically with red hair yuta bc omfg that's my favorite hair color) and it was very sweet u know and we were planning to go to the beach BUT I WOKE UP BEFORE WE COULD EVEN GO (we were gonna travel by train btw) and so hopefully you can do something with that... thank you!!! (i use she/her pronouns but you can make the reader gender neutral if that's more comfortable!)

synopsis: yuta takes you to the open sea on your first date

a/n: i hope this will suffice in place of your wonderful dream

cw: the sea

genre: fluff, first date

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the streets were dark, only lit up by the occasional lamp along the road you were currently walking on. you looked out over the river running in front of you you and sighed. "i want to go see the ocean sometime soon.", you said, "just imagine the sea breeze, the warm sand... everything." yuta let out a short cackle at your dreamy state. he wasn't one to take you seriously, mostly because your friendship was built on a lot of laughs. you just smiled at him, too tired to nag about him teasing you. he looked back at you with a suddenly changed expression. "what?", you asked. he had this weird look on his face; nervousness, happiness... maybe even adoration. after turning away, avoiding eye contact with you, he leaned against the railing in front of him. you asked him if he was okay, he nodded. there was a pause, and the silence was deafening. usually when the two of you would stay in silence, it'd be a pretty nice experience. now, even with the beautiful river making noise as the water collapsed against the rocks on it's sides, the quiet made you want to vomit. "dude, what's going on with you?", you said with a small, nervous, laugh. "sorry..", he took a deep breath, "there's a thing i want to tell you, but it's a bit hard to talk about." "you can tell me anything.", you assured him, "we've been friends since forever, so just spit it out!" he looked back at you. his gaze reminded you of the river. deep, dark, and the keeper of secrets which will never be revealed. "y/n, i like you.", he admitted. yuta spoke softly, he always did when he was being serious with you, but for some reason you thought it might just be a joke. the man that you've had a huge crush on since the two of you were teenagers couldn't be confessing his love for you right now. it was supposed to be unrequited, it always had been before. "... do you mean as friends?" "no..", he turned back to face the river, "i know it's a bit fucked of me to just come and say this to you right now, after years of being friends... i promise you i didn't mean for this to happen." you looked at him intensely, waiting for him to look back at you. you couldn't believe your ears, so you stayed silent. you feared that if you were to speak another word then maybe it could break this moment. "i think i'm in love with you", he looked back at you, "and i wanted you to know. i don't want my feelings to ruin our friendship, but i honestly can't go on pretending like i feel nothing for you." you put your hand on top of his. yuta was trying his best to keep his composure, but slightly flinched at the touch of your hand. when he got used to your touch, he turned his hand to intertwine your fingers with his. slowly, and carefully, he looked you in the eye. instead of the pity that he was expecting, he could only see relief in your eyes. "we could try.", you said, "i don't want our friendship to be ruined either, but maybe we could work it out anyway." yuta turned his body to face you, to which you responded by doing the same. your hands were still holding each other, now hanging in front of you. "could i take you out on a date tomorrow, then? would that be okay?", he asked, there was no trace of uncertainty in his voice - only confidence and vulnerability. "that'd be more than okay.", you smiled. "let me walk you home in that case", he said, "i want to make sure you're well rested for it."

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it was late in the morning, a few before noon. the air was chilly, but complimented the warm sun shining down on you in a wonderful way. you were standing on the balcony of your small apartment, taking in the morning view of the city. it was loud, and the air wasn't particularly fresh, but it was as close as you could get to a peaceful moment in the outside world.

despite it being the morning of your day off, you were fully dressed. yuta was going to come over to your apartment in any second and take you out. you had no idea where he was taking you, but you could guess that it'd be fun.

there was a knock at the front door, but yuta had a key so it couldn't have been him. curiously, you quickly stepped off the balcony and closed the door behind you. after undoing the lock on the front door you opened it, to see a bouquet of flowers - red roses and baby's breath perfectly put together. "good morning, sunshine.", yuta smiled from behind the bouquet. "did you lose your key to my place again?", you laughed and took the bouquet carefully in your hands. "no, i have them right here.", he pulled out his keys from his pockets, "but i've never walked into a first date's apartment unannounced." you rolled your eyes at him before turning your focus back to the bouquet. it really was beautiful, and you could tell that he had tried his best to assemble it and remove any excess leaves or thorns. "do you give flowers to all of your dates?", you ask and look back up at him. "only the very special ones.", he grinned, "do you like them? i know roses are a bit cliché." "i think it's cute... i don't think i've ever gotten flowers from a date before.", you smiled, "let me go put them in some water before we leave."

yuta watched as you carefully put the flowers in a vase. he had never gotten a date flowers before, he wasn't that type of guy. but seeing you so happy over a bouquet of roses made him feel almost proud, and so he started questioning if he should've given more people flowers before. would it even feel the same if it wasn't for you? "what are your favorite flowers?", he said, without even realizing it. his subconscious was already planning on what flowers he should give to you next time. "well, i do like roses - but i think most people do.", you thought for a bit before continuing, "i like gardenias. lilacs and tulips are cute too... and i have some orchids in my window at the moment!" yuta looked over at your windowsill, where a potted orchid plant was sat. it seemed to be growing well, you must've found the right spot to put it in. "i see...", yuta nodded and turned his gaze back to you, "pretty." "they really are.", you finished off the bouquet you had in front of you, "do you like flowers? should i get you some?" "ah... i don't know, i don't think that i'm good at taking care of them.", he said, "... but maybe i wouldn't mind getting a rose bouquet too."

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the two of you left the apartment shortly after. you had held his hand before, but now it was different. as he led you down the crowded streets he kept your hand tightly in his. from time to time, he'd look back at you to make sure that you were okay.

yuta led you to the train station, where you got on a train that was much like the streets: very crowded. there were no seats available so you ended up standing close together. one of your hands gripped a handle to keep you steady, while the other one was still holding yuta's. somehow, he was able to act so cool and collected - even if he was melting on the inside.

the train ride was quick, and when there was only one stop left until where you would be getting off yuta leaned down to your ear. "we'll get off at the next stop.", he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. you nodded to him, fearing that if you were to whisper back your voice might break.

the train station you got off at was much less crowded. you caught yuta glancing down at your hands, still intertwined. "sorry, i didn't ask if it was okay for me to hold your hand.", he said. "you've never asked to hold my hand before.", you giggled. "that's because it's different now.", he shrugged, "when we were nothing but childhood friends we could do stuff like that... now that our relationship has changed i need to know you in a different way - including your boundaries. so please don't feel pressured to do anything just because we could do it before." his sudden serious tone caught you off guard, and he was right. it did feel different, but you didn't dislike it. you squeezed his hand in yours. "i like it.", you smiled to him, "so, where are we going?"

the two of you ended up taking another bus. much like the train, it was pretty crowded. however, this time you managed to find a seat. yuta let you sit down while he stood right beside you. as you looked out the window you took note of the very different scenery. there were barely any buildings to be seen, and you enjoyed looking at the beautiful nature that you usually didn't get to see. yuta was only looking at you. he had let go of your hand when you had sat down, but now he almost missed it.

as soon as you got out of the bus you let out a gasp. the bus had stopped right in front of the beach. "the ocean!", you exclaimed happily, making yuta laugh. you were almost frozen with happiness, you couldn't move a muscle. as soon as yuta had calmed down from laughing, he grabbed your hand again and started walking towards the water. "there's a small restaurant if we keep walking over there, and then i was thinking we could just spend some time here, by the water.", he explained, "i didn't plan much so that you could pick what we should do." "yuta, this is wonderful!", you smiled so bright that your cheeks hurt, "thank you!" "there's no need to thank me.", he looked away from you, clearly flustered. "let's go to the restaurant.", you said, "then we could take a walk maybe." yuta nodded, and the two of you started walking in the directions of the restaurant.

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the sun was setting, painting the sky and ocean in warm colors. it looked like a red and orange flower garden that had just been welcomed with spring, blooming with the most ardent of colors. you were standing with your bare feet in the ocean, pant legs rolled up to the middle of your calf. "you should really try this, the water's so warm!", you turned around to look at yuta. he was standing right by the edge of the water, his and your shoes laying right behind him. he looked tired from spending an entire day at the beach, but he still smiled so warmly at you. "no thanks, i'm good.", he chuckled, "i don't want to get all wet." you got a sudden idea, which must've been evident in your eyes as yuta quickly looked a bit scared. you took a few steps towards him, bent down, and splashed water at him. not enough for him to be drenched, but enough for him to want revenge. he quickly rolled up his pants and got in the water, getting ready to splash you back. both of you laughed loudly, screaming at times as the other one hit you with more water. yuta got closer to you, and you held up your hands in defeat. "truce?", he asked as he took ahold of your hands. "truce.", you stifled a laugh. you realized just how close he was. it startled you, making you stumble. yuta quickly let go of your hands and grabbed your waist to steady you, as your arms wrapped around his neck. "you're so close.", you whispered with a small laugh. neither of you moved away, despite your comment. yuta's hands carefully caressed your lower back. "y/n...", he said softly, "... could i kiss you?" you nodded, to which he leaned down. his eyes looking in yours, you were even closer than before. yuta was looking in your eyes for the least amount of regret. he took too long for your liking. you closed your eyes and closed the gap between you. as your lips met it felt as if fireworks were set off in your stomach. yuta brought you closer to him, but in the act of doing so, you both lost your balance. you pulled away from the kiss, just as yuta fell backwards - you falling on top of him. the water wasn't deep, and didn't cover much of yuta's body. "sorry.", he whispered with a small laugh. after laughing you pressed your lips to his again, still smiling. you were so happy - the fact that this day ever came was unreal. "you made me so happy today.", you said after breaking the kiss. "good.", he answered, "and that's how it'll be every day now." you let out another laugh before pecking his cheek and getting up from the water. your clothes were drenched, and when you helped up yuta you could see that his was too. "what do we do now? it's gonna get cold when it's dark.", you sighed. yuta walked toward the beach, where your shoes were still lying in the sand along with his jacket. you followed close behind. "here.", yuta gave you his jacket after dusting it off, "we should start getting back home, which means being a bit wet on the bus." "but your clothes are more drenched than mine-" "and i'm still giving you my jacket.", he put his hands over yours that was holding his jacket, "please, keep it." you nodded and put it on, it smelled like him and it felt as if he were giving you a big hug. yuta took your hand once again, and both of you started walking home.

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thekrows-nest · 2 years

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*crashes inside askbox* I said I'd word vomit angst so here I am before I completely forget about it. A situation where Krow's jealousy goes out of control and he ends up pushing Scarlet (Dove OC) against the wall (Kabedon maybe) but maybe because of the area they are she remembers the first time she got pushed into being a sex worker and she's shaking (a rare sight really, she usually can take anything) and telling Krow "Don't do this to me, not you too..." HHHHH OKAY BYE IM GONNA GO DRY MY TEARS NOW, if u make it even more angsty or decide if it fits its up to you honey I believe in your supremacy 🤠🔥🤌🙏💃

Hnnngngggnnggnngngnnnngnggnuuueueeuuuueueueuueuue 😭😭😭😭

!! MINORS DNI !!

It was supposed to be like any other visit to Scarlet. He had entered the brothel, put down the deposit for a 'full day' with Scarlet, which by this point the fellow brothel workers were used to his presence. They would sometimes even smile to him and greet him by name, a stark contrast to most of the other clients. Whilst he only ever hired Scarlet, she had sang nothing but praises for the short statured young individual. After putting down the deposit, he went through the door of the VIP waiting room, taking a seat and doodling in a sketchbook he brought in the meantime.

Not too long after, Scarlet had entered the room, lifting her faceveil off to give him a smile, and Krow returned with one of his own before following her to Scarlet's 'work room'.

However, as he followed close after her, there was a... waft of a different fragrance coming off her, even over-powering her usual perfume. It reeked. And that was when he started to notice other... details. The hickeys and bite marks on her neck, and looking further, they trailed down the length of her body, with some getting covered by what little fabric there was with her dress but Krow was imaginative enough (and knew her body well enough) to figure out where else she had been marked.

He squeezed her hand tight, nearly digging his nails into her skin, as something began to seethe and boil within him. Krow wasn't stupid, she was a sex worker, of course she had other clients. But... wasn't... didn't they... have something? Did she have to let these other barbarians defile her so? His grip tightened to where Scarlet turned to face him out of concern, and she could see that Krow's eyes had... changed. Quite literally. Where once was a cool violet hue to his irises, they were now enflamed in a toxic green. Even the pupils were some noxious shade of the color, and one could swear they were glowing.

Before Scarlet could let out a word, Krow had slammed her against the wall, his expression contorted with a rage that the woman had never really seen before, and certainly, not an anger directed at her.

"W-who were you with j-just n-now? What is with t-these marks? This, ugh, f-foul s-stench? We had an agreement. I-I don't care w-what t-these other... p-pigs think, y-you are MINE, and MINE alone. W-what else do I-I have t-to do t-to make that known, Dove? My D-Darling?"

Krow spoke in such a way that his canines flashed, their unusually pointed and fanged forms giving an intimidating air. Normally he was careful with his speech to not show his bizarre teeth prominently, but he had become... unhinged. There was even a difference in his tone of voice. Who... was this now?

He held her fast against the wall, and despite his small size, he was a great deal stronger than he appeared. Scarlet wasn't going anywhere. For the first time since they had met, become acquainted, friends even, she was shaking, quivering in her spot. She was afraid of him.

Scarlet finally spoke, her voice normally smooth like velvet, confident, was now cracked, shivering like a leaf hanging on by a tether to its branch.

"Don't do this to me, not you too..."

Krow continued to glare and snarl at her for a moment, but as he held her still, the green in his eyes faded, slowly, bit by bit, until that familiar violet color had returned. He blinked, a dawning realization coming over his features, as if he... had been unconscious for a moment. He looked to Scarlet's face, then to his arms pinning her to the wall and he hurriedly let her go.

"W-what was I...? N-Never mind. I-I'm sorry. I-I'm s-sorry. J-just... t-take the day o-off. K-keep the money. I... I-I need to go."

He turned away from the woman in a rush, and with surprising speed dashed out the door, out from the hall, out from the brothel altogether, ignoring the calls from the other women as they wondered what happened and where he was going.

He's felt pangs of jealousy before, but not like that. Nothing like that. Krow held a hand over his mouth as he continued to sprint away from the brothel, no destination in mind. Just away. What WAS he doing? WHY did he do that? He screwed up. No, he fucked up. He fucked up badly. Tears stung at his eyes, and he left the red light district, still trying to escape that pained look on Scarlet's face, but no matter how far he went, it was still there.

#about krow #krow in character #krow asked and answered #krow angst #krow stories #the krow's nest

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treatbuckywkisses · 2 years

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so much is happening i want to scream:(

the way my job gives me so much anxiety it's not even funny. that place is a fucking disaster. i get told im going to be part time and im out here working 40hrs a week, and i dont even get my second break usually like im supposed to. there aren't enough people in the department i work in and they pull people from it for other departments anyway. one of our team leads basically told us all our sections looked like shit tonight and he was going to walk us though it and make us tell him everything we did wrong. i was stuck somewhere else for most of my shift and couldn't work on my section, so when i tell you i was so scared dude you don't even fucking know lmao i literally cried because I'm still new and i didn't want them to think i did a bad job or im not cut out for it or whatever. and he never even showed up. he said it to "scare us into doing our work" and im so mad about it. i almost threw up for that ??

im so fucking tired and dehydrated and it's so hot in there i barely even eat on my lunch break and when i get home after my 8hr shift. i can't tell if im losing weight (unhealthy obvi) or if i have looked like this and didn't know lol so i just try not to look at myself if i can help it bc what.

i never really know what i look like, but when i do, it's ugly and i hate it.

also im working on moving into an apartment (i say 'me' but im not alone sgsksh) idk living is hard yk it's a lot and it's stupid and where my stuff is im not even staying bc sarah is a fucking bitch for no reason and i will hurt her feelings if she looks at me so yeah there's like so much shit happening and I'm so overwhelmed like hello i can actually only do so much pls why

anyways i am really tired and i want to cry and sleep forever and ever:( is this what happens when you keep things 'bottled up' lol

omg also? i haven't gotten my period yet like since April and im 🥴🤨 bc where is she yk and then im like babe you're literally a ball of fucking stress and anxiety please take a Xanax but back to stress im so worried i will get my period on my 8hr shift with nothing and i don't drive myself so that is like extra fun yk wow

the way i have never talked so much and i do it like this where nobody will read it sgskdgd this is who i am as a person irl though so congrats if u read this ig hello

also since I'm fucking word vomiting i guess and ive already come to terms with how nobody will read this, i hate this place. like tumblr i mean. idk it just like sucks to feel like you deserve more than you get yk and i actually am allowed to say that. my moodboards do not do nearly as good as i would like to think they would when i make them and it sucks. because believe it or not i start out thinking they're so pretty and the lack of interaction makes me doubt my own abilities and i hate that. and how I have so many "followers" with the amount of notes i get LOL what a joke actually. especially when they're also content creators. why are you even following me then yk like i only provide one thing and you don't even seem to like it so what are you doing here. it's annoying honestly. how can a content creator be the one not giving support. smh.

i think i need to go to sleep bc idk what i just said and if anyone reads this i feel like ppl will be mad at me so that's where I'm at lolllllll i h8 myself <3

#fayth using her blog as a diary #but fr this time #this is a diary entry #oops #tw body image #??#body dysmorphia tw #kinda but I'm tagging it just to be safe ?#does that make sense #me asking like anyone will read this anyways LMAO #im too funny sometimes #will prob delete #again not like anyone will read it #so im out here talking to myself #lol #fayth rambles #ignore me #long post #actual bullshit nonsense

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baeshijima · 2 years

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Hey sophie my bae <33 do you have any tips for writing ? mwa mwa

ooo writing tips? im not sure if im the best person to come to but heres a couple of things that i sort of go by !!

use "references"

by this i mean, use other writings (whether thats ur fav fanfic writers or general authors who write actual, uh, books/novels) as inspiration !! now. u may be asking yourself, "but sophie, wouldnt that be plagiarism?" nO !! plagiarism is only when u copy anothers work word-for-word, line-by-line. by using ppl who have a style u admire as inspo, u can learn a lot more than trying to struggle on ur own. and by doing that u make ur own "style" along the way w/o realising !! it can serve as good frameworks, which is why artists also use references when theyre stuck too !! dont be afraid to learn from others bc they most likely went through the same thing u are going through rn :D

do not think too much when doing the first "draft"

in other words: word dump !!! when u want to write smth, as soon as u get on that doc/draft/whatever u use just word vomit every possible idea/scene/dialogue first. by doing so u not only have a variety of ideas u could work with or change to, but also u dont spend ages trying to come up with a plot and forget the main plan u were going with !! sometimes even just putting keywords down in certain spacing points or beside a characters name can go a long way when u come to actually write

write what u want, not what others want

this may be something u hear often from writers, but its true. only write what inspires you, not what another is asking of u. now if u take requests there may be some that really do get ur gears working, but other than that its one of the fastest ways to get burnt out, especially when ur trying to please and cater to a request that ur going through the motions writing for !! instead, if u have an idea that sparks joy at the mere thought of: write it !! it can be angst, fluff, crack, socmed, whatever !! as long as u feel motivated to write it then do so. writing is supposed to be fun, not a chore.

#omg a convo !?#nonnies !!#wow am i famous enough to get asked writing advice for 🐥#HJJHDSK no but i hope at least one of these helped u nonnie and whoever else may be in need of this !!#not all may apply to u so pls dont stress out if it doesnt work and seek other tips elsewhere :DD

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happy birthday grandpa dont party too hard 😎😎yes do check it out i always force my friends to listen to my music :D OMG ORANGE CAT ORANGE CAT I LOVE HER… i have an orange cat named cheeto i see we have a similar theme going. i have a decent amount of pets.. 2 cats (including cheeto) 1 dog 2 rats & 2 snakes. i have the whole food chain.

so is it true what they say ab wisconsin.. is cheese everywhere…

Yea :3 his birthday was in march but he’s got friend and family coming from different countries as well so it took a little while to get that all set up and all but I even have this fancy dress I’m gonna wear and guess what

ITS FLOOFY!!! And this like light purple color and it’s got like pretty gems on it too :3

And imma listen to the songs u recommend as soon as my headphones r charged up

Also Cheeto sounds so cute!! ooh!what kind of dog do u have? and omg I’ve wanted a rat for so long but my parents won’t let me get one cuz of the cat :( and snakes o my godddd snakes r so cute!!!

Also yes yes it is and i hate it (it’s a texture thing mainly) but like my dad has an ENTIRE DRAWER filled with cheese and meat and not like one of those things you put ur veggies in it’s like a separate fridge compartment that’s like a pull out drawer cuz we have a fancy fridge also I just remembered that one of my aunts and one of my uncles aren’t invited well technically just my uncle but like my aunt wasn’t supposed to be invited but they made an exception I guess AND THEN guess what…

SHE SAID SHE WASNT GOING!!!!

Sorry wkxksjcjksgjd word vomit idk

Oh and do u have a favorite item of clothing?

#scweee #anon <3 #thunder bolt anon #ashie rambles #my aunts kind of an ass #also I think my cousin might b 4n0rex1c #idk tho #I’m just gonna see if she eats much or if she’s acting like me #this assumption is based off the fact her bitmoji has the skinniest arms possible #so idk #we’ll see

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angelplummie · 3 years

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Hiii! Could please get his for Ushijima taking care of his sick s/o? Thank youuu ( ◜‿◝ )♡

USHIJIMA TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK

USHIJIMA X GN!READER

masterlist

a/n: this is very relevant to me bc i have a honking cold rn so what the hell ushi is taking care of me rn ! also sorry if this is total waffle i’m like delirious ill LMAO let’s see how this goes!

warnings: mentions of not eating (not ed related)

• so

• originally, you planned he would never even know u were sick, you didn’t want to worry him

• that went about as well as you would imagine

• there you were chilling in your apartment, under your covers with tissues surrounding you as you scrolled through tik tok

• you see a couple that you want toshi to see, a few cat videos, some chinchillas, a sprinkle of golden retriever puppies, the usual

•you aren’t sure if he really likes the videos, because he only ever replies with a thumbs up emoji, so u can’t tell if he’s just humouring you, but you send them anyway cuz if he doesn’t like them he can just not watch them

• (he does like it actually, he loves when you send him that stuff, thinks the animals are very cute and he likes to know that you think of him when he’s away)

• but there’s a fatal flaw in this cute gesture, he’s not supposed to know that u can b on ur phone rn!!!!!!

• when it gets to his lunch break, he sits on on the bench and sees his phone with a bunch of notifs with you

• he shits himself a little bc he thinks somethings wrong, but then he sees it’s just tik toks he relaxes

• he watches them first (enjoys them greatly might i add), then says ‘thank you for the videos, i was worried that something was wrong when i saw texts from you in the middle of the day :>’

• (oh my GOD my heart de so uses :> :< /:< EEEE i love him so much he’s so cute)

• you reply as soon as you see the message, which makes him suspicious

• ‘aren’t you at work?’

• busted

• there’s no point lying now, so u tell him ur off sick

• he leaves you on read and 45 minutes later, there’s a very tall man at your door

• “Toshi!!! what are you doing here?”

• “why didn’t you tell me you were sick? i would’ve been here earlier. you shouldn’t be alone when your ill y/n it’s not safe”

• you ask him how he managed to get home so fast, which is when you find out he TOLD THE COACH YOU GOT IN A CAR ACCIDENT

• YOURE LIKE HUH?!?!!!? he just shrugs and goes “if i said u were ill it would’ve taken me longer to get here, he might not have let me come at all”

• you’re touched, even if toshi is a little scary in his reasoning

• he places a hand to your forehead gently, frowning when it’s boiling

• “You’re burning up Y/N, you’re lucky I came”

• looks at you worriedly, he says you look ‘pallid’, to which you insist youre fine, it’s just a bad cold

• (he, of course, doesn’t care if it’s a ‘bad cold’ he’s still worried and hates seeing you look so small and weak and tired)

• he asks you what you’ve eaten, thrusts a tangerine in your face when you say nothing

• “you’ve got to eat at least something or else you’ll feel worse”

• he’ll just sit there until you eat it, you’re too weak to protest

• after he feels he’s assessed the situation (medical professional he is) he feels you could handle being moved to the living room to watch a movie

• he’ll carry you bridal style to the living room and plop you down on the sofa, jogging to grab blankets to keep you from getting cold

• he also gets a big bottle of water and places it right next to your head where you lay on the sofa, because of course you hadn’t drunk enough today

• he asks you what you want to watch, and when you say you’re not sure, he tells you the name of ever DVD you own just for you to have the full selection

• you settle on Barbie Rapunzel, and he settles down on the floor in front of the sofa to watch with you

• you don’t like him sitting on the ground, so instead he sits with your legs on his lap, blanket barley covering his knees

• your hand reaches for his, and he takes in warmly, thumb rubbing lovingly on the back of your hand

• all throughout the movie he’s making little comments that make you laugh and force feeding you water at regular intervals too

• as the movie continues, you start to get sleepy, which goes unnoticed by toshi bc he’s actually very invested in the film (marry me)

• when he does notice you’ve fallen asleep, he makes a little ‘oh!’ and turns the sound down a little

• he looks at ur little sleepy face surrounded by covers, you look like a sickly little angel

• he squeezes your hand very gently and whispers “I love you, please get well soon.”

hey guys!!! hope u enjoyed my word vomit about how much i love ushijima, reblogs always appreciated! bye love u bye!!!

#ushijima comfort #ushijima fluff #ushijima hcs #ushijima headcanons #ushijima x reader #ushijima x gn!reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #hq x y/n #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyu x y/n

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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Leave The Lights On, (It May Take A While But I'm Coming Home) ~ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

Track Two: Lights On | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

PART ONE

Mikey x f!Reader x Draken

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: Welp this concludes my longest fic to date!! Hope u enjoy it 💕 Warnings: hanahaki disease, vomit mention, blood mention, hospitals, medical stuff, major character death, angst, love triangle, oral sex (M & F recieving), dirty talk, name calling degradation, praise, petnames, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm denial, fingering, masturbation, edging, vaginal penetration, pussy wedgie.Words: 6.7k

You held his hand while you waited with him in the doctor's office. He insisted you stay at his place, but you refused. You told him you’d be with him, you needed to be with him, so you wouldn’t dare stay home while he visited alone. It was a surprise to you that he was following through on his word from last night, you were certain he’d try and wriggle out of it. He wanted to know just as much as you did what was wrong with him. What was wrong with you.

How else would he be able to keep you alive?

They weren’t anywhere near as reluctant to run tests on Mikey as they had been with you. You suppose that it’s one of the perks of being a renowned boss of a criminal organisation and top of the food chain. It scared and excited you, honestly, knowing how dangerous Mikey really is. Your own brother could have turned out in a similar way, if he’d have lived. You doubt he’d be the sweet, kind, caring pet store owner of your dreams.

“Mr. Manjiro Sano?” a nurse smiled as she entered the room. Mikey nodded. She held out an envelope to him and one to the doctor.

His x-ray results.

“Ah. As suspected, Mr. Sano, nothing suspicious. It’s likely a chest infection that will clear up on its own, but I’ll prescribe you some medication just in case.”

There was a look exchanged between yourself and Mikey, but he turned to face the doctor and offered a kind, unassuming smile. He stood to his feet, holding his hand out for you to grab.

“Thank you.” you both speak before exiting the room.

You both walk silently side by side as you walk in the direction of your flower store. You should have opened hours ago, but you had to be with Mikey. You made coffees for yourself and him as he sat with wide eyes staring at his results.

Were these the so-called lines you spoke of?

He swears blind that he couldn’t see them on your x-ray, but you can see them on his. You do your best to small talk customers and offer support to Mikey at the same time. You’re doing your best to explain that your results showed almost exactly the same thing, just different line movement. They’re roots, you’re sure. He is too, there are deadly plants in your lungs and neither of you have any idea why it’s happening or what to do about it. They can’t be surgically removed if nobody else can see them.

This can’t be your demise, and he refuses to let it be his.

There must be something you can do.

“Should have known you’d be in here, Mikey, what the hell are you doing?” Draken speaks almost immediately after opening the door. The tone in the store drops several levels as the tension between the two men rises. You try to ring up customers purchases as quickly as possible so that you can get everyone out before things come to blows with them. Mikey doesn’t speak. He doesn’t even look at Draken, too enraptured by his x-ray.

You lock the door safely, turning the closed sign so that the two can have it out in private. In an instant you find yourself standing before Draken, hands patting at his chest to relax him and stop him from stepping any closer to Mikey.

“Fuck sake. Why are you ignoring me you little prick?” Draken queries, shrugging the question off as his eyes finally meet yours. He’s happy to see you looking well, better than you had last night at any rate. Despite you still being in the same clothes you had worn yesterday. “Are you feelin’ better kiddo?”

“Ki—? You’re three years older than me.”

“Heh. But you’re okay, right?”

“I’ll be fine, thanks for asking though.” you smile. “Please, take it easy on him. He’s been to the hospital for an x-ray, it looks similar to mine, I think he’s more worried than he’s letting on.”

Panic surges through Draken’s eyes as he looks up from you and over to his friend by the table at the window he always seems to choose to sit at. He side steps you to approach him, intent on getting a look at the damage to his closest friends lungs.

“Let me see.”

“Here, see?” Mikey huffs as he traces over the roots with his fingers. Draken’s eyes squint as he looks at the image. Mikey’s head rests in his hand as he observes the passers-by out of the window. Emotionally, he’s checked out. He doesn’t care what Draken has to say, and he certainly isn’t listening as the two of you talk amongst yourselves.

“I don’t see any lines, Mikey.”

This grabs his attention. His head swivels and he gives Draken his full concentration as he looks at him for any signs of insincerity. Thinking that it might be a little payback for his refusal to see your results for what they were yesterday. But there’s nothing. Good ol’ stand-up guy, Draken. He’d never lie to Mikey. So, he begins to laugh. It’s more of a cackle, really. A psychotic, maniacal sound as the cogs begin to turn in the deep, refusing recesses of his mind.

“Fuck. God, I need to go home.”

“Mikey—”

“Neither of you follow me. I mean it, I’ll kill you.”

You both watch as he slams the door behind himself and hails a cab to take him home. Draken sighs, visibly irritated. Your lip begins to wobble. How did everything get so fucked up in just a few short days? He notices you fighting a losing battle against your emotions. But he doesn’t offer support. He wants to, God, he fucking wants to. But he hates himself for kissing you back yesterday. He hates that he betrayed Emma.

He hates that he might have given you false hope.

“I’m a mess. Everything is.” Draken mutters, smoothing his hands over his hair. You don’t know whether to speak, you have nothing to say so you suppose it would be pointless to chime in. He sighs, eventually deeming you worthy of his stare. “About yesterday—”

“Draken, just go.”

“It’s just, Emma, and—”

“I know. God, I fucking know. No one will ever be up to the standards of Emma, so you’re just going to be miserable and alone for the rest of your life. Because I’m sure that’s what she’d want, right? Get out.”

He hums, nodding in acceptance. Of course you wouldn’t understand. It’s a delicate and difficult situation he wouldn’t wish to inflict upon anyone else. You follow him as he moves to leave, instantly locking the door behind him once he’s outside. You retreat to the back room, another attack of pain and vomiting has you bent over the sink. Your eyes water, they sting. So much so you wonder if the petals are finding other means of escape through your tears. When you look down, you think there might be more petals and blood than steel sink in front of you.

The stabbing comes again, you collapse to the ground as you thrash around wincing in pain. It’s coming out of your lungs; it’s going to stab you from inside. This time, you’re sure. But you have no Mikey to help you through it. To hold you. To wipe away your tears. Fuck, you’re going to die here. This is it this time.

This is it.

You isolated yourself for days after that. Weeks, in fact. After day three of you not being at the store, Mikey had decided enough was enough. He turned up at your door with Mitsuya, who had agreed to run to store with his second in command Hakkai until you were back on your feet. Through all of your attempts of refusing the help, they both refused to hear another word about it. Mikey welcomed himself inside, packing your things for you and explaining that you will be staying with him for the foreseeable future. It’s almost Christmas, and as much as the glitter of the holiday has been rubbed off for him, he can’t bear the idea of you spending it alone.

You’ve spent so much time privately with him, you’ve come accustomed to calling him Manjiro. He usually hates hearing it from anyone, but it sounds so sickeningly sweet on your lips. He’ll always be Mikey, to you, most times in a day. But Manjiro makes his cock hard when it’s being spilled from your lips. Oh Manjiro… Oh Manjiro.

He could leak just thinking about it.

When you aren’t fucking, you’re crying about how much pain you’re in. When Mikey isn’t hosting Toman meetings at his penthouse, you’re fucking. That’s all it is for around a week straight. It’s not good for either of you. But what does it matter? You’re both on a time limit, anyway, may as well enjoy it. And what better way is there to enjoy life but one of the simple pleasures?

He loves it when you’re on top, he can’t get enough of how well you use him to get yourself off. But he loves it even more when you beg him to help you. Helpless little thing, needing his big strong hands to help slam up into your cunt better.

It isn’t lost on him that being so physical and participating in such a strenuous activity is getting the best of both of you. He’s heard comment after comment for weeks now about how sickly he looks. There is growing concern amongst Toman that he is participating in the sin of drug taking far too much. If only they knew he was dying.

He knows why, too. He’s known since he stormed out of the flower shop that day and left you alone with Kenny. And while he’s fucking you missionary, he’s even more certain.

He can’t help himself, you see, while you’re looking at him with big, trusting doe eyes staring up at him as he pummels against your g-spot. One leg pinned up to your chest while he holds the other down against his mattress. You can’t hold back your wanton desire, moaning loudly as both of your hips are angled just right to achieve a blinding level of pleasure that drags you closer to that dismal edge.

“I love you.” Mikey tells you.

“Manjiro…” you moan back.

“I love you, kiss me, I love you.”

You do. Tongues tangling in a sloppy symphony as you mewl into each other’s mouths. His hips pick up traction. Heavy slams with every ounce of his weight behind each thrust and he rams against your insides. He’s grunting, and kissing, and moaning. And it’s too much. Your moans are his life support. He sucks them down and he moans some more. And you can’t help but keen each time. Again and again, an intoxicating cycle. An out-of-control merry-go-round you’re about to fly off and out of Earth’s orbit. Fuck.

“C-Cumming—!” you warn him.

He swallows that, too. It’s his. A gift from you to him. He’s sure, you wouldn’t have said it otherwise. You want his cum too, don’t you? You want to cum together, you do. He does. Each letter and syllable from your declaration is consumed by him and he floods it right back into your sloppy, wet cunt.

His cock is coated in white. A creamy ring forming at the base as he pulls out and pushes all of the way back in again and again to push all of his cum back inside of you. What a cute girl. What a cute cunt.

With one last kiss, he rolls off of you to lie by your side. He welcomes you into his arms, smiling sweetly to himself as you rest your head on his chest. His fingers tangle through your hair, sensually massaging your scalp as you breathe wistfully in his embrace.

“It’s almost Christmas, Manjiro…” you whisper. “Is there anything on your list?”

“There’s only one thing I want in the whole world, and she doesn’t want me back.”

“Mikey.” you sigh, sitting up. He pulls you back into him, he can’t let you go. This is all you’ll let him have, and he can’t afford to lose it. Just stay with him. Won’t you just stay with him a little longer?

“You’re in love with Kenny.” he muses. You don’t move, you don’t speak. You don’t have to, he knows, and you know it too. It should be too early to tell, but you know. You’ve known since the moment you set eyes on him, honestly. Just like Mikey had with you. You tried to put it down to a simple crush, but it’s more than that. It’s an intense feeling of wanting, of longing, out and out desperation that only he can help remedy. But he can’t – because of Emma. “Have you been enjoying seeing him visit during Toman meetings?”

“I have, very much so.”

“You need to be with him.” he tells you. It’s a shock to hear. He wants you like you can’t even begin to imagine. You startle as he coughs, poinsettia petals raining down on you gradually. He wipes his mouth, and apologises, allowing you to get up so you can dust them off yourself. He’s never wanted anything as badly as he wants you. And he has you, partly, but he’ll never have you as his. He can make love to you, but he can’t make you love him.

The day presses on, not another word is mentioned about Christmas, about love, about Draken. But you realise things are getting out of hand with Mikey. You can’t be here anymore. You can’t be with him anymore. You’re wholly to blame, you know that. You’ve led him on and given him false hope. Hope that there is a chance you could love him back. Hope that you could one day be his.

“I need to talk to you.” you begin, entering the living area to see him sitting comfortably on the sofa. He welcomes you to sit by him, which you do, as he offers a listening ear. He has a feeling he knows what you’re going to say. And he has an even worse feeling that he isn’t going to like it. “I’m going to go back to work tomorrow. And I’m- I’m going… home.”

“One more day.”

“Huh?”

“Stay one more day, I need you to do that for me. We don’t have to sleep together, but just stay another day.”

“I don’t- okay, Manjiro. I’ll stay one more day.”

You’d half expected to be bouncing on his cock in the early hours of the morning again after you had agreed to stay. You have the will power of a worm trying to stay under the soil while it’s raining. But, he didn’t press the issue of having sex. He even slept in one of his guest rooms while you slept on your lonesome in his big California King. He was able to hear you from his room, though, instantly diving out of bed and rushing to your side as you hocked up more petals and blood, cowering and quivering from the severe pain.

How wasn’t it affecting him this badly?

It was, he was numbing himself to it – for you.

Hadn’t it began to make sense why you could see his x-ray for what it was and yet he couldn’t see yours? How Kenny could see yours but not Mikey’s? Do you really not understand it all yet?

You woke up in solitude after the pain had subdued you into an emergency slumber. As soon as you were able, you got out of bed and began to get dressed. You had to pack. You needed to do your makeup, your hair, brush your teeth. It seemed never ending. Mikey didn’t stop you; he didn’t even say good morning. He just allowed you to get on with it.

Always so true to his word.

7:57pm. You were ready to go. Suitcase in hand and dolled to the nines. The reason? You aren’t sure. But you feel better for it. Before you can say your final goodbyes, Mikey faces you with an angry scowl. You really should have known better.

“Stay—”

“No, Manjiro, we can’t keep doing this.”

“It’s Christmas Eve.” he tries to plead, it doesn’t deter you, though. Desperate to clear your head and make some distance between the two of you.

“I don’t care, I need to go.”

“Just stay til 8pm. I got you a present, but it won’t be here until then.”

You dramatically pull off your leather gloves, throwing them down on the kitchen island before getting comfortable on the sofa. He joins you, again, looking you up and down in your newly confident state. It looks good on you, he thinks.

“I didn’t get you a present.” you admit, a guilt filled sigh pushing through your nostrils.

“I don’t care about that.”

The three-minute wait is almost as painful as the stabbing pains you feel each and every night. He doesn’t comment any time you raise your phone to check the time. Are you that eager to get away from him? He thought the time you spent together was nice, it was. But it has to end for both of your sakes.

But there is no gift. You’re confused, wondering why he lied to get you to wait an extra three minutes with him. He can’t be trying to cling to you this desperately, can he? He can see you whenever he likes while you’re working. He can visit you and vice versa. You can’t wrap your head around why an extra three minutes would make a difference.

That is until Draken walks in. He sees you, and his face flushes red as do the tips of his ears. You feel your face flush hot and try to cool it with the backs of your freezing cold hands. Mikey stands up, heading towards the exit. You can’t believe it. His present isn’t a thing. It’s Draken.

What did he do?

“I think you two need to talk, I’ll be seeing you.” he tells you, closing the door behind him as he leaves the two of you alone.

It’s been awkward with Draken since you kissed. It’s even more so, now. There is tension the weight of an anvil hanging above your head by a rope, and you worry if one of you doesn’t break the silence soon the rope will begin to fray.

“I’m glad you agreed to see me.” Draken smiles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I didn’t know you were coming, honestly. What’s going on?”

He clears his throat, leaning against the kitchen island and crossing his arms over his broad chest. He puffs his hair out of his face with his breath, and you can see how badly he’s concentrating on what he wants to say. How he needs to say it. If he should say it. He’s avoiding saying anything at all.

“This is hard, to say, I mean, but I had a talk with Mikey about you,” he begins, you don’t feel able to interrupt, cautious about knocking him off track with whatever speech he had in mind. “I know you were right, about what you said. I don’t think Emma would want me to be alone.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You did, because you… love me… right? You’re the first woman I’ve met since Emma and had feelings for, I’ve just been ignoring it because I felt like I was betraying her.” he continues. The question of your own feelings from him has you clenching, your heart hammering against your body too quickly to be healthy.

Your legs move on their own, drawing nearer to him as he opens his arms. He’s still standing facing you but his fingers grip behind him onto the countertop. You’re not close enough for there to be unwholesome thoughts between you, but not far away enough for anything to be left unsaid. Neither of you can control your rapid breathing or racing hearts.

“Draken… are you- are you a… virgin?” you question, taking another step forward as you threaten the barrier of friendship you have still soundly intact.

“No… I, uh, I used to live in a brothel as a kid. A few years after Emma died, I thought it’s this or it’s nothing, so,”

“Do you pay for it… often?”

“Every now and then just to dust the cobwebs, I guess. Clears my head, can’t work when I’m pent up,” he admits to you. You sigh, unsure whether you would prefer not knowing but at least happy he told the truth.

“So have you ever… have you- Have you ever uh,”

“C’mon, spit it out for me baby.”

“Have you ever made love, Draken?” you’re a breath away from him now, looking up at him like he’s the answer to your prayers. He doesn’t move, allowing you to get closer to him, nearly closing that never ending gap between you. He’s letting you in. Fuck, he’s terrified, but he’s letting you in.

“I haven’t, princess.”

“Then… will you make love to me?”

He releases his hold on the countertop and settles a hand on your hip and the other on the crown of your head. He teases you with his lips. Pretending he’s going to kiss you. Again, and again, and again, until you can’t take it anymore. A helpless mewl crawling up your throat telling him that you’re begging for him. He grazes your lips, and it still isn’t enough. Your breathing is volatile and irregular. He can hear it. He can feel it.

You gasp as if the air has been knocked out of you as he spins you around so that your back is the one against the counter. He touches each and every sensitive inch of your body with purpose and intent. Your hips buck, your lips quiver, your breath shakes. Until finally, finally, your lungs offer the release of a pitiful please.

His tongue is in your mouth faster than you can register and he’s finally giving you everything you’ve been waiting through the winter months for. You either can’t breathe or there is an abundance of air in your lungs you have no idea what to do with. He pulls away, biting your lower lip softly as he does. He unzips his jacket and smirks at you.

“Take it off, baby. Please take it all off.”

He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing how perfectly sculpted he really is. He helps you so that he can be yours quicker. You kiss between items of clothing being removed, making it take that much longer. Until finally, you’re down to nothing but your mini skirt. An impractical item of clothing for winter, yes, but it made you feel damn good. You shimmied your hips as Draken’s fingers slid under your skirt and pulled your white lace thong down your legs. He stuffs them in the back pocket of his jeans before hiking your leg up around his waist. You’re still standing, his free hand toying and parting your pussy lips gently. You need him to touch you properly. To touch you there.

Your arms wrap around his neck in an attempt to stabilize yourself as you become the subject of his teasing. Your face burrows into the crook of his neck as he touches you tenderly. Please. You will him to touch, just touch, just touch. He kisses your cheek, coaxing you out to look at him. He kisses you sweetly before resting his forehead on yours.

“Don’t get all shy, thought you wanted me.” he smirks. You do, God, you fucking do. “Want me to touch your pretty princess parts, hm? Want me to play real nice with her?”

“Uh-huh, please, Draken.”

You’re an entanglement of moans and kisses as he finally presses his fingers against your clit. His rubbing is slow, but effective. You can barely keep still through it all. You’re shuddering and jolting like you’ve been zapped by electricity in a swimming pool.

It’s nice to hear you moan, he thinks. Real sincere moans as he kisses down your neck and nips at your collarbones. It makes a difference from all of the paid for, fake, pornographic moans he hears from escorts and hookers every other time he fucks. But it never mattered to him that it wasn’t real, it was a business transaction. It made him feel better. It made him feel as best he could regardless of how much he was suffering.

“I need you, ‘Ken, need you.”

“Not yet, princess. Wanna get you nice ‘n soaked f’me first. Alright? You got a tiny, tight little pussy. I gotta stretch her out.”

You silence him with a smacking, wet kiss. The terms of endearment used to describe your most intimate area made you gush. Both physically and metaphorically. He could feel the change in your temperature as your body flushed with heat. Your ever-soaking pussy didn’t go amiss, either. He spread it around. Circling your throbbing clit as he pecks at your lips. He keeps smiling against them as you moan from his teasing.

“’Ken…” you moan like a bratty child. His fingers lazily traverse down the length of your slit. Slower and slower. Slower and slower. Until, “Ooooh – fuck – Draken I—”

“She’s so little, suckin’ me in like crazy. Hey hey hey, don’t go getting’ cross eyed just from my fingers baby, still got a long way to go. Wanted me to make love to you, didn’t you? Just getting’ started princess, stay with me.”

You’re gripping the counter just as he had been before. Holding him isn’t enough to keep you still as he curls his fingers perfectly against your ever-breaking g-spot. He’s a magician with his fingers. You should have known, really, they’re so long and so thick. Your whole body is practically vibrating as he drives his fingers deeper and deeper against your squishy spot. Your tits look divine, he thinks, jiggling like that. He wants a taste, but he needs to focus on you.

“Such pretty tits, gorgeous. ‘m gonna play with ‘em while I fuck you senseless. Would you like that?” he questions. You nod, dumbly.

“Please! I need you s’bad Ken.”

“You better cum for me then. Hah? Gonna be a good girl and make a pretty mess all over my fingers?”

He doesn’t leave room for you to accept his terms as he pounds your spongy insides with a burning vengeance. Your face scrunching is the most captivating sight he’s seen in his life. It’s because of him. You’re in this state because of him. Because you love him. He’s really coming to terms with it, now, somebody loves him. You cream all over his strong fingers, when he pulls them out, you guide his hand to your mouth so that you can lick him clean. It has him straining against his jeans, such a lewd sight, such an obedient girl. You just aim to please, don’t you?

“C’mere.” he kisses you deeply as he helps lift you up onto the counter. You begin to paw at his jeans, unable to stand being empty for another second longer. He moves your hands, guiding you to fondle with your own breasts while he frees himself of his confines. He doesn’t remove his jeans or his underwear, simply pulling them down enough to free his aching cock.

It’s big, fuck, it’s big. You thought Mikey’s was big, but this… Fuck. You’re scared. Long. Thick. And well decorated in veins. Mikey has you screaming. You fear that Draken will make you cry.

He lines himself up with your clenching slot, it’s a burning stretch but you can take it. You have to. You lean back for him, allowing him to suckle on your hardened nipples as he slowly grinds his hips against you. Cock nudging gently against your cervix.

“Fuck, Draken—”

“What happened to Ken, princess?”

“Goddddd, Ken your cock. S’big! Feels s’fucking good baby.”

“Shush baby, shh. I know, I know it’s big but you can take it.”

You can, and you will. Your fingernails scratch down his back, a well-earned hiss passing his lips. He stifles it with a searing kiss. Your fingers squeeze the fat of his ass before you flatten your palms against him. You’re encouraging him. Encouraging him to go faster. To go harder. You can take it. You want to take it, for him.

He pushes your hair behind your ear, cupping your face with one hand in the process. He grins, realising you’re trying to get him to do what you want. What you need him to do.

“So impatient, need me so bad… don’t you?” he rolls and rolls his hips into you, it’s torturous. You don’t answer him, and finally, he fucks you hard. Just once. He chuckles at the squeal he stole from you. “Tell me what you need ‘n I’ll think about givin’ you what you want, princess.”

“Need you to fuck me, like a whore. Hard, fast I need, ah—!”

You get your wish, offering no reprieve as he batters ruthlessly against your insides. Your brain is mush, there is not a single coherent thought in your head as he gives you all you’ve been waiting for. Him, like this, claiming your body as his. Fuck. You’re not gonna last. He can feel your walls tightening around him, and it’s taking everything for him to hang on. He can go for hours, for rounds when he’s fucking random whores.

But he supposes it’s different when you’re in love.

“B-Baby – hnnggg – ‘m gonna cum baby. I can’t help it ‘m sorry.”

“’m gonna cum Ken, please. Please please please.”

Your heads rest on each other’s shoulders as you focus on your approaching climaxes. He groans as you bite softly onto his skin, drool spilling from your tongue and onto him, you can’t help yourself. And it’s just so romantic that the very minute your velvety walls begin to tremor, he completely stains your insides with his creamy potent cum. A pristine shade of white, too.

He pulls out when he’s done, spreading your juicy cunt lips apart to watch his cum dribble out of you. You’re giggling like a shy schoolgirl at his action, suddenly bashful as if you hadn’t been begging for him to fuck you like a whore minutes prior.

“Suuuuuch a pretty princess pussy, so cute stuffed with cum.”

“Mmmm. Draken… Draken?”

“Yeah baby,”

“I do, by the way. I love you.”

He changes, then. You feel him tense up against your body. And he completely withdraws. Telling you, “I have to go, I’m sorry.” as he begins to clothe himself before rushing out.

You feel, disgusting. You feel used. How could you have been so fucking foolish as to trust a gangster? You thought he was different, stupidly. He’s not. He’s a fucking prick for doing this to you. For getting your God damn hopes up. You do your best in searching for your panties before you remember he stuffed them into his fucking jeans. It’s hard to think straight when you’re crying. But there is one thing on your mind. Mikey. What a horrible fucking present. What a way to make you feel like shit on Christmas Eve. You text him, fingers moving like lightning as you type a few simple words.

I hated your present.

You don’t bother checking if he’s replied as you do your best to clean Draken’s sperm from between your folds, rummaging through your suitcase for new panties to wear. You don’t bother to clean up your mess as you begin to sputter a vile display of more petals and blood. Mikey can deal with it; you’re passed caring anymore. You’re hurting, you’re embarrassed. And you can barely see your hand in front of your face as the tears in your eyes blur your vision.

Goodbye Mikey.

Goodbye Draken.

Goodbye apartment.

With any justice, these plants inside of you will put an end to your pitiful existence.

He’s been watching you from across the street for a few hours, now. Mikey’s phone has been blowing up, wondering where he is. He’s been with you. Keeping an eye on you. He’s never felt worse, he’s certain. But you look terrible.

It’s pitch black. He’s been sitting on a bench for best part of the day. Mikey wanted to make sure you were okay, as okay as you could be. He can’t believe that stupid fucking idiot he calls a best friend. How could he run out on you? You’re perfect. You’re all Mikey wants, all he needs. And he has you, he could have you, and he ran away. Coward. Fucking coward.

His breath hitches as he stands to his feet. The mist in the air gives away his shock, thank God no one can see him from where he is.

He’s watching Kenny. He’s on the other side of the road, further down the street. He’s watching. He’s staring at the store. It’s like a beacon, to him. It is to Mikey too, he supposes. A safe space, a feeling of calm, a feeling of home. It’s so filled with love and joy. He notices Kenny smile, registering the bright lights inside. He can see that you’re alone.

He made it. He just made it before you close for the day.

He knew you’d be working on Christmas, just like Mikey did. You wanted to be alone. You wanted to take your mind off things. Off him. You’ve been so tetchy today; you’ll be lucky if you get any customers after this shift. Hell. You’ll be lucky if you make it to New Year’s Eve. Your skin has been washed on its colour, you could be compared to a corpse already despite you still kicking and (barely) breathing. The entire backroom looks like a bouquet has been beaten off every single surface. You couldn’t contain it to the sink. Petals, everywhere. Blood too.

You might not even make it home.

You’ve never felt so frail, so cold.

So lonely.

Mikey watches on intently as Kenny opens the door to get in. You don’t look happy. Boy, you do not look happy. And he couldn’t blame you. He suspects that’s what Kenny will be trying to tell you now. That you have every right to be mad at him.

“Yeah, you’re fucking right about that. I’m seriously pissed, Draken.”

“I fucked up. I’m fucked up and I got scared. It was—”

“Don’t you fucking dare say her name. You can’t keep using her as an excuse, you said yourself that she would want you to try and be happy so what fucking changed after you came inside of me?” you argue. Pointing accusatory fingers in his direction to which he holds his hands up in surrender.

“It just felt, real. It was final. Like I was really letting Emma go, sorry, but that scared me.” he tells you, a relaxed lilt marinating his words. “I couldn’t say I love you yesterday and I’m sorry. Because I loved Emma, and it’s scary that I’m letting that go. But I do, I wouldn’t have slept with you yesterday if I didn’t love you.”

“W-What? You- You love me?”

He beckons you closer as he steps towards you as well. You meet in the middle, big hands cupping your adoring face. He kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips.

“I do. I love you; I can feel it. I want to be with you all of the time. I know I’ve made too many mistakes, but I swear I’m in it for real now. I love you. What do you say?”

And for the first time in weeks, you feel like you can breathe. The colour has returned to your skin, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt healthier. He doesn’t need a verbal answer, you’re jumping into him too quickly for him to process. He shouldn’t have been able to catch you. But he does. Because he loves you.

You’re kissing all of the way into the backroom. He kicks the door behind him, and Mikey suspects he won’t be winning a prize for guessing what explicit activity you’re getting up to behind the door.

He stands up, finally, his work is complete. You’re going to be just fine. He promised you would, as much as it pains him to see, he knew what he had to do to save you. He coughs brutally as the realisation sets in. He’s lost you. He’s really lost you, now. He’s succumbing to it. Whatever this is. He attracts a few looks of disgust from pedestrians and window shoppers. They won’t catch what he has, he wants to tell them. But he’s too busy choking.

He falls to his knees, and then on all fours. At first glance people spotted what appeared to be blood spatter coming out of his mouth by those around him. He gives in. He can’t do it anymore. There’s no use fighting it, he’s going to die here. In the ice-cold snow, with no one around him that he could give a single shit about. This is it.

His end.

And he laid there in the snow, his back on the ground as he had no more energy to spare. Not even enough to cover his mouth or hold his stomach as he coughed and coughed endlessly. A crowd formed around him; would anyone even begin to understand that even with all of these people surrounding him, he’d never felt so alone? It was a worrisome, to see a man as young as him fighting for his life in the bitterly cold snow. He hopes you’re warm. He hopes you’re happy, and that Kenny is too. He didn’t fight for you, he knew it was fruitless, and that’s why he’s taking his final breaths now.

People recoiled in terror as he began to cough up petals. Red poinsettia petals, like they had been from the very start. It was accompanied with a mix of saliva and blood that had people wincing and cautiously backing away from him. It was a sight so unbelievable that a few teenagers couldn’t help but film the horrific incident. It was hard to stomach watching as he began to convulse, eyes rolling over white as a lethal combination of screams and coughs escaped him. He couldn’t control whether he was choking or hurting.

The stems jabbed brutally against his trachea, it felt as though they were going to burst out of his neck. But they didn’t. Instead, a blooming bouquet of poinsettia flowers blossomed from him. His mouth agape, his orifice an unconventional vase for them to inhabit.

His body went limp.

His lungs had been filled to the brim with the petals, the buds, the leaves, the stems. There was no more room to grow. No more room for oxygen.

No more room to live.

The headlines to follow the news of Manjiro Sano’s death would be painful. Does it constitute a pitiful death for The Invincible Mikey? A man who couldn’t be killed by any weapon, including bullets, was brought to his knees by some measly flowers? Will his enemies laugh at his expense over this? Will they defile his grave, and mock him, as they had with Emma?

He’s gone, and it’s sad. But when you finally resurface and see his corpse lifeless on the snowy concrete, will you believe he died happily? He died because he loved you; and you couldn’t love him back. He doesn’t blame you; he doesn’t resent you, you can’t help who you fall for after all.

He died happily, hurting, but happy.

He died loving you.

But he saw visions before he died. Before he truly left his body. For a split second, he saw the faces of all those he’d loved and lost over the years. He’s going to be with them. He hopes to God he wasn’t hallucinating.

It’s been a long time coming, the death of Manjiro Sano.

He’s been due some relief, some happiness, for a real long time.

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kinda warning - a lil blood n injury detail ? skip if u don’t want that

yes, i gave in and wrote more. 1.8k words.

same pronouns as last time, this is my take on their different perspectives ! enjoy lol

… They should really think before they act.

Red knew just by watching from the sidelines that this… brighter red figure would be near impossible to beat. The black-colored one seemed strong when he was fighting off the spiders back at Alan’s computer, and not even he could come close to defeating that red one.

They shivered just remembering what it looked like to witness the black one getting stabbed continuously, only to go on as if nothing happened.

Oh, right. The group was in front of him and Second now.

All of them basically went into stare-down momentarily. Red shifted uneasily. Would’ve been easier if they weren’t being threatened with those electrical dagger things. So, what’s their first instinct?

They charge.

Probably should’ve thought that through, but at least it was them and not anyone else.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, but it seemed as if someone had slowed the hands of time; the red… being, they’ll call it, suddenly darted forward before they could even blink. They barely noticed there was dust kicked up around the two, covering their sight like a smoke bomb.

It was then they realized they were left stunned right next to it.

Red had their arms over their face defensively, but before they could move to even attempt attacking, it unsheathed the blade.

And in a flash, they were impaled to the ground.

The wind was knocked out of them, almost making them vomit. Pain instantly shot throughout every part of their body, homing in on their stomach. It hurt so, so much.

Are normal stab wounds supposed to make one’s entire body feel tight, something close to buzzing? Does that make sense?

Red didn’t have time to ponder on it; the blade was yanked out. Blood quickly pooled in their mouth as they weakly reached their hand out to hit, grab, tug, anything. Strength left their body completely, and they went limp.

Then, Red’s vision began to fill with static. It felt like they were being slowly torn apart, ripped piece by piece like a sheet of paper. They didn’t know why. It was agonizing, yet they couldn’t utter a single sound. Only a simple, strained, pitiful thing that came out as a silent gasp.

It’s getting dark. Weren’t they in the daylight just now? Why was it getting dark?

They swore they could see red, glitchy particles floating away slowly, but every one of their senses had been reduced to fuzziness, feeling sharp as pin needles before they could question it. They didn’t even get to say goodbye. The last thing they saw was bright red.

Red, red, red.

Red wasn’t sure if they liked their color anymore.

—

All of them stared.

Disbelief. Horror. Everything in between.

Green watched as Blue shook, hands tightly curled in fists, before they lunged forward. The only thing he could do was follow behind.

It was easy to say, winning this fight would be hard. Well, if they even could. He shouldn’t think like that, it’s obvious, but… you understand, don’t you?

His friends were being kicked, punched, beat all around him. He tried to go for a kick, but was caught and thrown aside.

He groaned. It’s not like he’d give up that easily.

Not after what they just watched.

Green tried attacking side-by-side with Blue, but every hit was blocked, both being held by the throat and launched for the second time. It was starting to take a toll on his body, but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

Wincing as Second was thrown past him, Green hauled himself up to his feet again. Everything hurt by now, joints aching and skin pulsing with bruises and cuts. He was thrown to the ground again.

He had to keep going. They got this far, there’s no going back. Not with the life lost already. There has to be some way to defeat that red person-

His breath hitched in his throat as Yellow was gripped by the neck, blade being summoned and ready to kill.

Before it made a move, Green darted over, using most of his weight to try and hold its arm back. He’s not letting another friend die at the hands of this monster.

It seemed to work for a few seconds, the figure turning to glance at him, when its arm abruptly shifted, switching targets and digging the blade straight into his chest.

Briefly noticing Yellow start struggling more, Green’s sight quickly became fuzzy, not even having the power to move. It was staticky, almost, but the only thing he was focused on was the immense amount of pain he was in. Before he knew it, him and Blue dropped to the floor.

Wait, Blue?

Green struggled to lift his head, but when he did, he saw them limp with a gash in their back. Yellow fell next to them, stabbed through the head. His surroundings were soon consumed by static.

It was terrifying. He doesn’t think he’s felt this much fear before. Yet, there was nothing he could do.

There was only red.

—

Anger. Grief. Anger.

Who does that guy think they are? Killing someone that was like a brother to them, evil and stupid and merciless.

Powered on with this, they fought with all their might. They did whatever came to their mind first; punching, hitting, kicking, pulling - hell, they’d even considered biting it at one point. An important life was lost, and it was because of them.

Guilt.

Blue was the oldest. Blue should be able to keep everyone safe. Blue should know how to fight things off, because they’re responsible for it. Anything that happens to the group, they only curse how they could’ve been there to stop it.

Blue should've been there to stop it.

Red was the youngest, and they let them die. They died right before their eyes. That fact tears apart their heart; rips it to shreds, whispering how they could’ve, should’ve been there, damn it!

No time to think about that. There’s a fight to focus on.

Blue shakes their head as they were thrown to their knees, trying to ward off the dizziness from the countless hits and blows that they - all of them took. Except, something caught their attention.

Yellow was suspended in the air by its hand. It had the blade out. Blue was frozen as they watched Green attempt to pull it away.

Blue was frozen as it stabbed him, the same way it stabbed Red.

Tears pricking at the corner of their eyes, they rammed their body into its side, pushing as hard as they could. They could see the glow of the weapon. They could see Green’s body held slightly above the ground, faintly tinted by it.

Blue was really getting tired of that color.

Their mind went blank as a sudden shock came from their back. Looking down, they could see the tip of the blade protruding all the way through.

They were dropped. They tried, so hard, tried to reach for one of them, but it didn’t work. Glitching and static was all they saw, and they hated it.

Everything was red. Bright, blinding red.

Blue felt red when they faded, frustration, and they hated it.

—

What did they do?

That was the thought running through Yellow’s head for half of the fight.

What the hell did they do?

Second was flung, landing roughly beside him while he made the move to get up. He shot a glance at his friend over his shoulder, before running back into the fight.

He looked exhausted, Yellow noted. They were all exhausted. How could they not be? Everyone had witnessed a death right in front of them - of course it would drain some of their worth.

Yellow tried not to think about how long it took for Second to get to his knees.

Apparently, he didn’t have to. He was grabbed by the throat before he would even get deep about it.

Yellow choked, caught off guard by the sudden attack. His heart skipped a beat when the blade was drawn, skipped another when Green started to yank on the red one’s arm.

Stop that! he’d wanted to say, but nothing would come out. The words were stuck, refusing to let loose. It didn’t help that a hand was around his throat to prevent him from swallowing the lump he felt.

And then, Green was dug into with the blade. It was long, painful to watch, even more painful to imagine the feeling. Yellow started to struggle, tears threatening to spill over, threatening to break the dam.

He’d kept it in for so long - there was no way it was being pushed back now.

Then Blue tried to do the same, actions desperate, pleading, only to meet the same fate as the previous three.

Now, tears fell, dripping slowly and pricking off his face quicker, speeding whenever he blinked. It hurt to blink.

Yellow slammed his hands against its head, as hard as he could from this position. He brought them down, pounding, trying to get it through that he wasn’t putting up with this!

But it was futile. Of course it was.

The red figure turned, the last thing Yellow saw being the fading bodies of his friends, and a glitching dagger going straight for his face.

Everything was static the moment it hit. No last look, no last movement, no last words. The action had killed him immediately.

Red. It was always red. What did you think it was?

—

Second stared, the last of his friends disappearing, tears flowing from his eyes, though there was no hiccup or shaking or wailing.

Why was that not happening? Isn’t that supposed to happen? Where was the scream? The shudder, the headache, the reaction?

It’s like he never gave one.

He turned to look at Chosen. He was struggling, losing, the arachnids overpowering him. Second wanted to help, but he didn’t know how.

A shaking hand in his direction, and then, pure pain.

He looked down. The blade was impaled through his chest. And yet, the only thing he gave were dull tears.

Chosen noticed, but couldn’t move. That was upsetting.

Dark yanked him up from his knees once he fell, god it felt like his heart was being manually torn out from his body, and the moment Second put his hand over their face, they seemed to have had enough.

The next few seconds… it was all a blur. The only thing he remembers was blistering pain all over his body, doubled with every slice and slit Dark made.

And yet, the only thing he gave were dull tears.

Those didn’t even feel sincere anymore. This isn’t right.

When Second regained awareness of his surroundings again, he was stabbed into the hard rock. He slumped, blood dripping from his mouth. Dark pulled away.

Even with this, nothing felt glitched. No static. Instead of red, green flickering and dancing around in his vision. It was bright, almost electrical.

There was no red.

Second’s breath stuttered, and a proper sob came out. Several followed.

More green. It flashed around him. Suddenly, his body felt tingly, becoming lighter than before. Then it all went fuzzy. It was almost relieving.

There was no red.

He heaved out a sigh, face damp.

He hopes he can wake up with his friends again.

#yes the first four referred to dark as an ‘it’ bc they had literally no idea who they are #dw sec didn’t die #hopefully u get what i mean by the electrical green #anyways #alan becker #animation vs animator #ava red #ava green #ava blue #ava yellow #ava the second coming #ava the chosen one #ava the dark lord

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