#possessive character

[babydxllboy]

T/w: yandere!Mydei, obsessive!Mydei, possessive!Mydei, ftm reader, reader hasn’t had bottom surgery, male reader, bottom reader, dark themes, dub-con/non-con, mentions of stalking/k!lling, kidnapping, threatening, restricted, manipulation, possible choking, carving initial into reader, swearing (?), smut

Author's note: ,,Well.. here it is! What do we think? My second or third time (idk) writing yandere :3 I really did try my best, maybe I did it too dark themed which I’m sorry for those who don't like 'em! I do recommend reading the trigger warnings just in case, don’t want anyone to get scared midway reading this 😓 I love y’all, anw, have fun reading!’’

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୨ৎ Dating Mydei wasn’t all that hard, it was.. an experience though. How he asked you out though? Was.. something. Let’s just say he kidnapped you and spend hours apologizing to his darling boy, why you ended up staying? Oh, maybe because he threatened to kill all your friends, co-workers and manipulated you, how could he not? You were so adorable and cute! He had to have you, you were his and only his after all. No one gets to have you except him. Your consent? What’s that? Consent? Your consent? Huh? ‪♡

‪୨ৎ You were soon restricted to only stay at home with him and weren’t allowed to go out at all. Okay, maybe to the backyard with his permission but nowhere else. What if you escaped? What if you tried to call for help? What if.. what if you called 911. He couldn’t afford all the hassle.. he didn’t want to severely hurt his darling boy, not wanting to break your legs and carve his name in your skin, knowing how much it’ll hurt! Well, he did end up carving his first initial into your belly, cute right? Right? Seeing you cry and scream so adorably made his heart swell with a dark satisfaction, your blood leaking from your stomach which stained on your skin in the way that was erotic for him. Leaving a mark of his in your skin that will forever be there, claiming you completely and fully! Putting his ownership on you. Why he did that? Maybe because you talked back and pushed him, giving him the cold shoulder and ignored him. If his darling boy doesn’t listen, he’ll have to punish you one way or another ♡

‪୨ৎ Alright.. Mydei would only allow you to call your family every Sunday but if, and only if he was by your side during the face time. Being forced to introduce him as your boyfriend, maybe future husband too. You’re family was thrilled! Especially your mother, she was so excited and low-key happy for you. Your dad too but got suspicious of Mydei, not pinpointing anything yet. But only if they knew what happened behind the camera.. oh well, they would never know! How could they? After minutes of talking, your parents asked your ’boyfriend’s’ address and when you were coming back home. You felt hopeful but didn’t get the chance to answer before Mydei replied for you with a ”Never,” and hung up the call. They were trying to steal his darling boy from him, how dare they? Don’t they know they don’t deserve you? Don’t they know he can’t let his sweetheart go? Assholes. Guess Mydei had to spend his morning stalking and killing, without you knowing that is. Oh well ‪♡

‪୨ৎ He would usually act all affectionate, sweet and caring in the mornings! Letting you rest in bed while he makes breakfast. Even making dinner for you, cleaning the house thoroughly only because he may or may not have kept you awake until morning by fucking you senseless by force the night before until you passed out, but he kept going even if you passed out. I mean.. he wanted to bring you to the heights of pleasure until you saw that he only did all this because he loved you! It’s not that difficult to understand that, right? Right? ‪♡

‪୨ৎ Your silly sometimes! C’mon, don’t be afraid, everything will be okay. Just stop resisting and give in, alright? No? Did you say no? Oh well, time to get tied up again in the darkness. You’re afraid of the darkness? Don’t worry, he’ll keep you in the bedroom. Where he can come in and fuck you until you couldn’t walk again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? No? What do you mean no? You aren’t giving your consent? Oh darling, you don’t understand yet, do you? Don’t worry, he’ll show you ♡

‪୨ৎ Just like now. You barely know how many times you’ve came for the last, I don’t know, four hours? Five? Clueless. And exhausted. Mydei’s cock was plunging in and out of your wet, creamy cunt with squelching noises while your hands were tied behind your back, ropes straining against your wrists, leaving red marks behind. Your eyesight covered with his tie and a ball gag in your mouth. Your belly bulged from the sheer amount of cum and his cock head, drool was leaking from the corner of your mouth and down your chin. Muffled moans and whimpers escaped your pretty lips that went down to his core. His hand slid up, fingers wrapping around your throat, tightening slightly but not enough to cut off your air, but enough to hold you firmly in place as he continued his relentless assault and abuse on your cunt. The headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful snap of his hips. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as he takes you hard and fast, just how you both need it ♡

୨ৎ Mydei grips your hip harder, fingers sinking into your soft skin. Leaving more prominent marks behind, claiming you inside out. Showing you exactly on who you belong to. "That's it, take my cock like a good little slut~" He growls approvingly, his voice rough and ragged with lust. "Fuck, you’re mine and only mine, alright? You can’t leave me, you have no say in that, ya hear me?" He leans in, his teeth grazing your neck as he bites down just hard enough to leave more marks along with the others that was littered across your neck. Letting go of your throat and slides up your back, tangling in your hair and pulling your head back to expose more of your throat to him. His thrusts become more erratic, more forceful, the bed creaking and shaking beneath you both. The room fills with the lewd symphony of your coupled moans, the wet sounds of your bodies joining, and the rhythmic slamming of the headboard against the wall. Mydei’s other hand slides down to your clit once again, circling the overstimulated and swollen nub in tight, firm circles. Knowing that you’re close to another mind blowing orgasm by the way your walls clench around his pistoning cock ♡

୨ৎ You knew this was so wrong. Letting him fuck you like this without your consent, but could you really think straight right now? Did you care anymore? No. Every single thought in your pretty little head was getting fucked out by him. You didn’t fight it anymore, well you stopped fighting and protesting against him after your second orgasm. Moaning wantonly in a hoarse and high-pitched voice, eyes rolled back behind the tie once again, clear liquid gushing out of your cunt and around his pistoning cock god knows how many times ♡

୨ৎ Mydei snarls in dark triumph as he feels your cunt clamp down around his pistoning cock like a vice, he revels in the feeling of your body shaking and quaking with the force of your intense orgasm. "That's it, come on my fucking cock, you slut! Milk my dick with this greedy cunt!" He roars, his voice echoing off the walls. He pistons into you harder, fucking you through your high with single-minded focus. He can feel his own release barreling towards him, his heavy balls drawing up tight against his body. With a final, brutal thrust, Mydei buries himself to the hilt inside you and lets out a guttural, animalistic roar. "Shit, take my seed, you fucking whore!" He bellows, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing as he starts to unload rope after rope of scalding hot cum directly into your womb. He grinds against you, making sure every last drop of his seed is buried deep inside your fluttering walls as some of it drips out and onto the wet sheets ♡

୨ৎ As the waves of his release start to subside, his chest heaving. He looks down at you with a wicked, satisfied smirk, taking in the sight of your tear-streaked face behind the tie and the way your belly is slightly distended from the sheer volume of his seed inside you. "You did so good, darling boy~" He purrs, his voice still rough from exertion. "No one can fuck and love you the same as I do, alright? So, from tomorrow, you’ll start behaving well, mhm?~" ♡

୨ৎ After being so rough with you, he cleaned you up and gave you a nice massage. He couldn’t let his darling boy hurt! Though, he may or may not have put more pressure on a few spots that ached badly after the sex. Can’t blame him, can you? He simply enjoyed the reactions you made and the small, little noises you let out. Anyways~! Mydei helped you take a bath, carried you from the bedroom to the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Drying your hair and body before dressing you up in his clothes, you had to smell like him, you were his after all! changed the dirty sheets onto new, clean, fresh ones that smelled like lavender. Placing you down on the bed, tucking you into bed and laid down beside you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close and nuzzled his face in your hair. Relishing the vanilla scent from the schampoo in your beautiful hair, rubbing your back gently in small circles and lulled you to sleep. Humming a sweet tone that underlined a dangerous one but you were to exhausted to care, falling asleep quickly. ♡

୨ৎ Mydei watched you fall fast asleep and sighed contently before a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. Sliding out of bed quietly and approached the door, looking over his shoulder towards your sleeping frame. Watching how your breath evened out, your chest rising and falling, adoring his sweet boy. Reaching for the door handle and walked out, shutting the door close after him and walked down the stairs. Going to the entrance hall and put his shoes on. Taking a hair tie from his pocket and tied his hair up in a small ponytail, putting his cap and face mask on. Walking out of the door, locking it behind him as it was time for some fun! ♡

୨ৎ Weeks passed and you continued to call your parents every Sunday, but something was off: they wouldn’t pick up for some reason, it only went to voicemail each time. You started to get worried before confronting Mydei about it. He acted all clueless and innocent, just reassuring you that they’re alright and that he’ll check up on them. Little did you know, they were tied up in the basement, cuts littered all over their body, bleeding slowly out. Oh, but he couldn’t let his darling boy find out, god no, it’ll be too much of a hassle. What if you started to hate him? No, no, you’d be happy, right? Right? Why would you be upset? They weren’t great parents, could barely treat you as the prince you are! Plus, they recently started to come to their senses and accept you as one of their blood. But they couldn’t make up the time they didn’t let you in, oh well, he made up for that time! ♡

୨ৎ Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months.. you started to accept the fact that you could never leave this place. You may have tried a few times which just ended up with you getting punished and get taught a lesson or two but you gave up. Accepting your fate here in this estate. Even started helping around, making dinner together, cleaning the house together.. getting down and dirty every now and then— which was every night. Not that you mind, but you ached, all over. Your life was a mess, from beginning to now. Oh well, you’ve got an obsessive lover, nothing can be changed. Not really. Change is hard, but not unwelcomed. Also, you never found out where your parents went, Mydei told you they went on trip. Huh. ♡

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Drabble made by @babydxllboy

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[hachikoyi]

It's All in Your Head

A new visual novel game by Hachikoyi.

Currently in the initial production stage.

More information and synopsis under the cut.

Synopsis:

After paying a visit to a doctor, he concludes that you are an extremely lonely person. To help you with that, he offers you a pill that causes interactive hallucinations! That’s how you meet Wisteria, your new companion — who, despite seeming real, is only a figment of your imagination.

But to what extent can this relationship help you or hold you back?

WARNING:

This visual novel contains heavy themes that may be uncomfortable for certain audiences. It is not recommended for children or people who are easily disturbed.

Some trigger warnings are: Suicide, mention of suicide attempts, severe depression, self-harm, screen shaking, among others.

More info about Wisteria (red and pink haired girl):

She’s a hallucination created by your mind after taking a pill.

She is fully aware that she exists only in your head.

She can't hear your thoughts, but she has certain connections to them.

She has her own desires and opinions.

Since she's something that only exists in your mind, she's incapable of hurting you... Isn't she?

Basics about Annie (blonde girl):

She’s your ex-girlfriend. You two were together for a few years before she broke up with you.

It's been a few weeks since the breakup. I wonder how she's doing....

"Are you going to give up on Lovesick Mind?"

No! I'm simply creating an alternative project to work on something without feeling tied to a single goal. LSM development will continue!

If you have any questions about the game, feel free to ask! Let me know if you're interested in the idea as well :)

[readingnreccing]

Discordance by LadySable

bnha | mature | 52k | aideku | complete | imprinting on each other

Two lonely heroes collide at the strike of four AM. One just left the police station after dropping off a petty criminal. The other’s bleeding to death in an alleyway. In most cases, Shouta would drop the other off at a hospital and wash his hands of the situation. In this case? Shouta forgot to wear his stupid goggles.

WOW WOW WOW! This is such a treat to read. Shouta finds Dekiru, number 7 hero, really hurt in an alley after a long night of patrol, finds out he is an omega (which is a huge secret), and kinda imprints on him (it's mutual, and neither of their choice). So he takes Izuku to UA, and learns he will be stuck in an apartment with Izuku until Izuku is feeling good again and can go back to using his quirk, and maybe Shouta help him with his mental health struggles. Easy peasy.

The week is so amazing. The pov of both characters are so good and show a lot of who they are. Their relationship develops beautifully, they talk (sometimes), but they simply respect each other and actually really like each other a lot. Shouta is struggling with his feelings, and his imprinting. Izuku is struggling with everything, but not about having Shouta (Eraserhead!!!!) in his apartment.

The writing is so beautiful. Just reading the first paragraphs I was hooked! <3

Author’s tags: AiDeku Week 2023, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Scents as a form of communication, Self-Esteem Issues,  Corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission (My Hero Academia), Possessive Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, just a little, as a treat, Protective Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Societal Issues, Alpha Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead,  Omega Midoriya Izuku, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Dacryphilia, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Pre-Relationship, Kissing, Age Difference, Aged-Up Character(s), Texting, Literal Sleeping Together, Government paperwork lives in fear of Nedzu

Remember to leave feedback to the author! <3  @ladysawblay

[for-the-ouchies]

“If anyone touches you against your will, I will have their hand. If they injure you, I will have their head,” he promised, and Severin smiled and thanked him and knew from that moment on that, if anything did happen, the Emperor could not be allowed to know. Severin could not have that on his conscience.

(A tiny flashback from a brief more explicit noncon snippet I wrote here.)

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Hold On: I Need to Hear You

(the people have spoken and I have written training with these two!)

CW: Angst, jealousy, possessive character, pet whump, BBU-typical conditioning, light spice, Star is a mess 

The room looms in front of them, bigger than any 292 has seen anywhere else in the facility. Rows and rows of clothing in every color imaginable fill the space. Shoes of every type and shape line the back wall. To their left is a wall of dresses and skirts, few of them long enough to touch the ground. A few handlers and Pets wander the space, looking at clothing and trying them on. 

At his side, 082 softly gasps.

“Yeah, I know,” Handler Jackson chuckles. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“Stop coddling them,” Handler Peters snarls. 292 hides his flinch as the handler grabs his arm and pulls him forward. “82, keep up.”

292 blinks as he follows the handler through the racks of clothing. His mind swirls trying to keep up with what he sees. Suits and dresses and pants and articles of clothing that look like nothing more than strings. Halfway through the room, a woman walks up to them, dipping her head in acknowledgement to Handler Peters. 292 lowers his gaze. From behind, 082’s hand slips into his. 

“The two of them ready?” she asks. 

“Yep! They’ll behave for you without question.” Handler Peters’ fingers tighten around his arm. “Won’t you.”

“Yes, sir,” 292 whispers. 

“Good. I’ll take them from here.” 

The handlers move away. 292 squeezes his bonded’s hand, reminding him that he isn’t leaving. They’re going to be together, whatever happens. The woman snaps her fingers and orders them to follow her. She leads them towards the back of the room, calling out for someone as she does. 082’s hand shakes in his and 292 dares to glance back. He winks and a rich blush spreads across his bonded’s face. 

“Here,” the woman says, pointing to a spot on the tan carpet. “Stay.”

292 hurries to follow the command, standing with back perfectly straight, keeping his gaze lowered, hands folded behind his back. Perfectly positioned. Following his training perfectly. Beside him, 082 mirrors the position. His black curls remain in the messy braid 292 managed and he smiles to himself in pride at how the braid has lasted. 

The person the woman called over is older than both of them. Their straight black hair falls over one shoulder, partially obscuring the collar around their throat. A Pet, but they’re not wearing the white t-shirt and black shorts. Instead, their teal pants are loose, flowing around their legs, matching the silver bracelets around their wrists. Their shirt is silver as well, made of a material that reflects the lights, looking like the stars settled onto the fabric. When they meet 292’s gaze, they wink.

He instantly drops his gaze. 

“Two new ones,” the woman says. “I want him” –she points at 292– “In something dark, preferably green or navy, and him” –she points at 082– “In something airy. I want to accentuate those eyes and face structure.” 

“Yes, mistress,” they say, dipping their head. They hurry off and the woman waves her hand at them.

“You don’t have to be so stiff. You can talk, I don’t care. Just behave.”

292 relaxes his shoulders. He nudges 082’s shoulder. “You alright?”

082 smiles and bumps his shoulder back. “I am. You?”

“Tired, but I’m good.”

“Who, who’s fault is that?”

“I don’t know.” 292 lowers his voice. “I remember you being the reason I couldn’t sleep.”

082 blushes. Now that they’ve been given permission to move, he rocks back and forth. “Don’t put this, this, this on me. You asked for, for it.”

“And it was everything I wanted and more.”

Before 082 can respond, the other Pet comes back with a large armfull of clothing. The woman mutters something, grabbing the top piece of clothing. It’s a silver top, much like the one the Pet wears. She points at 082 and tells him to put it on. He hurries to slip out of the issued clothing and pull on the top. It hangs low, sliding off one shoulder. 292 can’t help but stare as he turns for the woman. She nods and instructs him to try on a pair of pants. 

The Pet comes over to 292 and hands him dark navy pants. He stares at them for a few seconds before realizing they aren’t leaving. The back of his neck burns. Changing in front of someone is far from new, but he hates it every time. Navy fabric clings to his skin as the Pet’s gaze openly takes him in. 

“Perfect,” they say with a dazzling smile. One he knows all too well. “Like it was made for you.”

The pants sit far too low on his hips. He fights the urge to pull them up higher. This is how their master will want him to dress. Stunning, valuable, wanted, fancy. He cannot complain about it. 

Besides, look at 82. Don’t you want to see him in these clothes?

The shorts paired with 082’s shirt are shorter than the facility ones, showing off the perfect curve of his ass. 292 forces himself to look away and accept the mesh shirt given to him. 

“It’ll compliment the outfit perfectly,” the pet says, twirling their hair. “I think you will look very handsome like this. Your master is lucky to have you.”

“Thank you,” 292 whispers. “Um, sorry, I don’t know your designation number.”

“That isn’t important,” they giggle. “You can call me whatever suits your fancy.”

Before he can respond, 082 yanks him away. He pulls him in front of a mirror, whispering harshly about how he should have been listening and they’re going to get in trouble and to pay attention because he doesn’t want to get sent back. 292 apologizes as the woman instructs them to turn and move, her narrowed gaze raking over their clothes. 

When she finishes, 082’s arm goes around him, his fingers digging into his hip. 292’s protests muffled as his bonded’s lips press against his. 082’s hand tangles in his hair and pulls gently, just enough to wipe all thought from his mind. 

“Yes, perfect,” the woman says. “Those colors do work. I was doubting, but they do play off each other.”

082 pulls back and 292 fights to keep from following. His bonded doesn’t look at him. Instead, he stares at the other Pet, face dark and eyes narrowed. 

292 tries to pay attention to the rest of the fitting. The woman explains something called color theory and what jewelry to pair with outfits, all things he doesn’t understand. 082 nods along, seemingly paying attention. But every time the other Pet moves, his attention focuses on them, ensuring they don’t come close. They hand 292 a necklace, fingertips brushing down his palm, and 082 yanks his hand away, crushing the metal against his skin. 

“Ow,” 292 whispers. He glared at 082, only to be met with wide blue eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” 082 whispers. “I just–You’re my, my, mine. I love you.”

Oh. Stupid. He isn’t supposed to be flirting with anyone else. Only the master he is made for, and his bonded. He belongs to them. 

But I wasn’t flirting. I was just thanking them. Why can’t I be polite? 

“Sorry,” he instead whispers, swallowing back those thoughts, hiding them from his love. “I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry.”

“Make it, it, it up to me? Later?”

292 nods, kissing 082’s nose. The woman snaps at them to pay attention and they obey. The rest of the time passes slowly. His head spins looking at the clothing and the jewelry and the shoes, trying to remember everything she says. When the handlers come back, he slumps in relief, allowing Handler Peters to take his arm without question. 

The white room feels too bright. No color, no sparkling, nothing to break up the lines and harsh lighting. The handlers praise them, and Handler Jackson ruffles his hair and says he’s been very good. When they leave, 082 wastes no time backing him into a corner and kissing him hard, teeth digging into his lower lip. 292 groans, knees weak, pressing against the wall to stay upright. 

“Mine,” 082 whispers against his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you. You’re mine.” His arms wrap around him, holding him close. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to be polite.”

“I know. You’re too, too, too kind. I like that.” 082 leans back, his gaze soft. “But you, you’re mine and I’m your, yours and we belong to our master. You can’t talk, talk to someone if we don’t have, have, have permission.”

Good pets obey their owners. My body, my mind, my love, is not my own. It belongs to my master. I am not my own. I belong to my bonded and my master. I am not my own. I am not my own. 

“I was stupid, I forgot.”

082 kisses him again, hands curling in his hair. 292 wraps his arms around his bonded and pulls him close. 

“I love you,” he whispers. The words slide off his tongue, soft as silk. 

“Love you too.”

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[flowersarefreetherapy]

Hold On: Accusing, Denying

CW: Angst, fighting, arguments, someone gets punched

Star walks in with another man. They are both laughing about something, the other’s arm around Star’s waist. He’s not tall, a little shorter than Star, with bright red and green locs that fight to escape from under a knitted hat. His pants are the stupid kind with the pockets and small chains and he wears a leather jacket. A stupid choice in the stupid cold weather. 

Daniel grits his teeth, ready to speak up, but the words clump in his throat when he sees how happy Star is. His eyes are bright, the blue sparkling in the light as he shakes his head, nudging the man with his shoulder. He looks healthy and his cheekbones are no longer as prominent as he remembers. 

“We, we, we’re-” Star stops, staring at Daniel. “D-Danny?”

I came back. I’m here. I came to save you. 

“Star.”

Unlike before, his voice is hard. The last time he spoke like this, felt this anger, he was staring down Theodore. And now here he is, using it on his bonded. 

The other man steps away from Star, watching Daniel with the same level of suspicion he feels. He wants to run at him, pound him into the floor until he can’t move, until he can’t stand back up, until he can’t put his arms around Star any longer. 

“Ezra,” Star whispers, turning to the other man. He gently places a hand on his chest and Daniel feels his heart twist. He wants to be sick. “I can, can deal with th-this.”

“You sure, stjerne?” The man, Ezra, whispers. So he has a cute nickname for Star too? Daniel clenches his fists together. “I can-”

“I, I’m sure.”

Ezra hesitates, looking like he wants to argue, but nods. He gives Thad and Robin a small smile before he walks out the door. There is silence. Daniel can’t move. He doesn’t dare more. He stands there, afraid to even breathe lest he lash out at the one person he loves. 

“Daniel,” Star breathes. “You, you came back.”

“At the wrong time,” Daniel snaps. “Apparently you didn’t see anything wrong with moving on so quickly.”

Star’s mask cracks. He sees pain flash in his eyes for a second before he hides it again. “I, I, I didn’t know you were, were-”

“I would never purposefully leave you!” Daniel steps forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Thad move with him. You really think I would hurt my love? “I never would!”

“Don’t in, interrupt me!”

“Listen to me, Star! I was taken! I meant to come back, I never meant to leave you! I’m sorry I wasn’t about to help you, but there was nothing I could do!”

“You could have, have come b-back and, and, and-”

“Didn’t you hear me! I couldn’t! I was trapped, Star! I was trapped and I couldn’t leave! I killed people to come back and get you! And how do you repay me? By throwing me aside at the first taste of freedom!”

“I th-thought, I thought you were, were gone!” 

“Daniel, Star,” Robin says, stepping between them. “I think this is a conversation we should revisit in the morning, when-”

He is moving before he thinks. It is as if he is watching someone else move across the room, fist raised. The next thing he becomes aware of is the pain of his knuckles smashing into Robin’s face. They cry out, stumbling back as blood gushes down from a broken nose. Daniel shakes out his hand, staring at Robin in horror. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

Thad shoves him out of the way, cupping the side of Robin’s face, asking them if they were alright and to tip their head forward and the whole time his voice cracks, full of fear. A hole opens in Daniel’s chest and he staggers back. Star meets his gaze over Robin’s back, face dark with anger. 

Look at you. Ruining everything again. You’re nothing but a fool. You shouldn’t be here. Idiot. 

Daniel pushes back the couple, past Star, who tries to catch his arm, and into the cold night. Freezing tears stream down his face, burning the wound reopened by his yelling, as he runs away.

Again. 

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