Grim was never going to be able to prevent Alderaan's destruction.
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-Toby Rogers X GN!Reader
“Think! For once!” X "Caught in the Rain"
-I do not own "Toby Erin Rogers" and do not take credit for him.
Notes:
Hello, I apologize if this chapter has any grammatical errors my schedule is currently packed with a lot of stressful things. Nonetheless I hope you manage to enjoy the chapter the same! :D
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Massive Trigger Warnings: Angst, Toxic relationship, Miscommunication, Description of Death.
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You couldn’t take it anymore. And you wouldn’t. You couldn’t stand any of it anymore. You didn’t want to hear his voice anymore. You didn’t want to be locked away in isolation again. You didn’t do anything wrong. He was just struggling again. And he wanted you to help him, which you did, but it always ended with you saying the wrong thing. And when you did that, he usually didn’t speak with you for days at a time. He was always isolating you and making you feel like you needed him. which you didn’t. You never did in the first place. You thought you did way back then, but you could hold your own now. And today you decided it’d be it. You were going to break things off with him until he could sort himself out.
And you knew he wouldn’t take things well considering his state of mind and how he thought. But, you didn’t expect it to go that badly. At first, he was shocked and pleaded with you not to do it. But, you couldn't find it in yourself to change your mind, so, instead, you put your foot down, which quickly led you to where you are now, which was running. Running far into the deep forest, with Toby not far behind. He allowed you to outrun him just because he wanted to watch you run for the hills. He was going to kill you, but you weren’t ready to die. You could feel the mud on your feet and you could smell the harsh pine enticing you. The past of you two intruded on your mind as you relentlessly thought of anything but right now. You could remember him asking you out while you were at work. He seemed harmless and you were into him with his fluffy, innocent-looking hair and his soft features. But, only if you knew. You felt rain pour on you as you just went for it. You could hear his rushing increase as you tried to do the same. You knew you couldn’t outrun him. There was no possible way you could, but you couldn't stop running.
You could hear his emotions change rapidly from behind, only to be blinded by rage again as he gripped his axe tightly. You felt it raining rapidly on you as you tried to keep moving as fast as you could. You could feel your legs growing sore and every breath you took felt like a knife impaling your lower abdomen. You knew your adrenaline rush was running out and soon you'd pass out completely. You could see the clearing of the trees and it only motivated you to keep moving. You were close to hitchhiking your way out of this one. You could hear thunder booming in the distance. However, you weren’t affected by it. You only wanted to get out of the hell that you were currently stuck in. You could feel your feet getting torn by the tiny rocks and pebbles. But, the pain burning in your feet could never compare to the look in Toby’s eyes. He looked so betrayed, and that hurt more than the fact that he was chasing you down. You knew, somewhere deep in your heart, you were fighting for both of you. You knew if he chopped you up, he would never forgive himself. He would become even more of a shell than he already was.
You could see the occasional light zooming by in the distance. You could see the concrete in the clearing. You could hear him speed up, if that was even possible, trying his very best to cover the ground he let you have. You could hear him crying violently behind you, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to stop running. You pushed through the final thick brush as you made it to the road. You backed up, ready to run down the road if needed. You didn’t see a car on the horizon and felt yourself losing hope. You had nothing to save you as he quickly made it to you. The concrete reflected the sky as the rain only came down harder. "Why?" His voice was strained as his eyes darted at you. His eyes were glassy as he sniffled intensely as he asked you. He was coming down from his high of chasing you. He was returning to his senses. That could be a really good thing or a horrendous thing. "You kept me locked up," you told him the truth, and the truth hurt but, you deserved to tell him.
"I was only trying to protect you from them." he cried, his voice shaky. His weight was pulled down by the axe he carried as he stood in an uncanny stance. "From what?" he had always been delusional and that’s what led him to hide you from the world. But, all of this didn’t mean you hated him. It never meant you never loved him. You did love him at one point, and you still do. It's just the way he handles everything and the way you're constantly walking on eggshells around him. "From- ‘ ‘From the other proxies and him," he told you again. He never brought whatever proxies were up. He did it once and never did it again. You always knew Toby was unhinged. You know his problems. You just had a feeling he'd killed people whether he wanted you to or not. You looked him up. You couldn’t handle the guilt or the feeling in your stomach when you looked outside. Or when he’d go on hour-long rampages crying about his boss. You knew he was dangerous. You knew the breakup wouldn’t be clean, but you did it anyway. You did it all, regardless of what you heard and what you’ve done.
"Toby, please, listen to yourself," you muttered to him, hoping to reach him in his more temporary calm state. "You don’t get to call me crazy-’ ‘You don’t get it but, you will." his eyebrows furrowed, and he was on the verge of going against you again. "Think! For once!" you shouted at him as your entire body weakened in doing so. You wanted him to hear you, and he did, flinching at your raised tone. You wish he had explained it to you. You wished he didn’t have so many thoughts that he retained to himself. "If you want proof, you’ll get it." he looked at you through his messy hair. Most of his dark brown hair and clothes were soaking in the rain. And so were you. You looked at his brown eyes, which were partially covered by his orange goggles. They glistened with emotion. He felt so betrayed. Out of everyone he’s ever meant, you were the only one to fill the void in his heart. You were the only one to take care of him. You were there more than Tim, more than Brian, and even more than Kate.
He just couldn’t understand why you had to go. Why wouldn’t you just accept that this was your life now? Why you couldn’t just stay with him? He hated that you always made things so difficult for him, and he hated that he loved you for it. He hated that he was going to lose you to his problems. He didn’t want to let you go. He couldn’t bear the idea of it. He couldn’t grasp the concept of you leaving him. He suddenly regretted the isolation and the snapping he did at you. He couldn’t control his urges, especially at the time he chased you with his axe. He fully intended on butchering you. The thought now made him sick to his stomach. He wasn’t thinking straight, and that's what led you to act like this. To lash out at him and run from him. To hurt him as a whole. It took him so long to see it your way, but, at the end of the day, he never could. And you doubted he ever would. He only regretted his actions when they finally affected him and, ultimately, you. He tried to see it humanly and worked a little to sympathize with you. But, he wasn’t like that, and you both knew that. Though it didn’t mean he was going to stop trying his damnedest to keep you around just for slightly longer. Whether it was straight-up lashing out at you or guilt-tripping you to get what he wanted.
You could feel the rain roll off your cheek, mixing with the apparent tears lacing your face. You were running out of time. You knew he wouldn’t play nice for much longer and you knew that he probably never wanted this. He never hurt you physically he would never do that. And when he hurt you mentally, you had to tell him it hurt because he could never properly read the room. You were too caught up in staring him down like a predator, trying your hardest to find some way to intimidate him from snapping to hear the buzzing. To feel the humming throughout your skin. "You don’t have to do this." you looked at him as the rain only further drenched him. "You can’t just leave, he’ll never allow it." he referred to someone you knew nothing about and frankly didn’t care about. Right now, it's just you two. You felt your world shatter as Toby reached for his axe once again, looking at you with a merciful gaze. "I don’t have a choice." His hands roughly fidgetted with the sharp tool as you felt your body turn on its heel.
He started repeating what he said previously. He increased the speed of what he said as he started to move toward you. You instantly started running down the highway, feeling your feet burn at the touch. With every pounding step, Toby was walking toward you, slowly quickening his pace as he was deep in thought. You wondered if, in a different life, you and Toby would've completely worked out. If the two of you could fully rely on each other without feeling one-sided. You truly did love him, so why did things have to go so wrong? Why did he have to be the way he was and why couldn’t you fit him? It wasn’t fair, but nothing was. You were far sicker now that you’d been with a killer, but it didn’t stop your heart from dropping every time you saw a missing poster of yourself. People were worried about you and you desperately needed to return, but you wished you could've taken Toby.
You could hear his axe involuntarily sharpen against the concrete, almost as if he didn’t want to hurt you. As if he didn’t have the strength to pick it up and wield it against you. He didn’t feel like he had the energy to do so. But, it also looked like he was distracted like he was hearing something you weren’t. He wasn’t there, and you took full advantage by soon going into a full sprint. You could still hear the dragging of the metal, but not nearly as loud as it once was. You peered behind you to see him walking toward you, his gaze fixed on the ground as you came to a stop in the road again. He didn’t look right. He looked sick, both physically and mentally. His pale skeleton-like frame eerily made its way toward you slowly as he looked up in response to your sudden stop. For a second, you could see a star of fear blare in his eyes. They didn’t look so clouded with rage anymore. Instead, they were filled with regret and real fear like he hadn’t felt before. That’s when light surrounds you from behind. Time seemed to come to a stop for you, but only for a moment. You could feel everything flash at once, from Toby to your entire past. You could feel the wind suddenly pick up as you turned to be met with two large headlights coming right for you, but, for some reason, the last thing you thought of wasn’t your family, friends, or even Toby for that matter. It was the loud buzzing burying its way underneath your skin and the static blurring your vision.
Hello!! We've made it to day 5! We've got another alt prompt today. I've got quite a few alts this month. I've also got my flufftober masterlist for anyone who wants to see a preview of what is upcoming. Other than that, I hope you enjoy drarry being mundane ❤️
No Matter How, Where, or When - Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Explicit, No Archive Warnings
Harry, frustrated with himself for assigning book reports, dreads the coming lonely weekend. His husband is gone for a conference and all he has to look forward to is the grueling hours it will take to grade the papers by Monday.
Or: It doesn’t matter where you put Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, they always find each other, don’t they?
Or, or: flufftober alt 2 - mundane au
As the witchers and Jaskier gather around a small campfire after a long day, Geralt wrestles with returning fragments of memory. He recalls sharing stories with Yennefer during his injury, asking her to show the same rare kindness and love he had experienced to other witchers.
Day 27: Alt 2: Memory
Whumpcember 2024
