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A Collared Wolf
Chapter 1
951 words
Couple/s: Darlin/Sam, Past Quinn/Darlin
18+ content, Minors don't interact.
Trigger warning: Quinn. Threats. Implied/referenced past sexual content.
A/N: No one knows that Quinn and Darlin were romantically and sexually involved because Darlin hides that fact. They hate themselves for ever-loving Quinn and fear everyone else will feel the same. Oh and gender-neutral Darlin
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Answering the phone wasn't a choice, it was a reflex. Once Sam saw the name his lips curled into a smile as he answered and raised the phone to his ear. He waited, desperate to hear his name come from Darlin’s voice, the way all their late-night phone calls happened.
“Ss-”
Sam went rigid. He could hear it in just the first syllable, a quiver in their voice, fear, pain, and need filling the air in his room through the speaker of his phone.
“S-sam. I-I need to-”
They stopped, taking a shaky breath, a small sob coming after. Sam started to move. He rushed to his door. Nothing other than his phone with him. He was prepared to use his inhuman speed to get to Darlin’s place. To search all of Dahlia for them. Shuffling noises comes through his phone before he hears their voice again.
“Please-”
So broken. So weak. So vulnerable. Sam doesn't know this side of Darlin, and he wished he never did. All he wants is to aid them, soothe them, heal them. He realizes then that if he runs around town, he might arrive on time, but he wouldn't have the energy, the power, the basic ability to heal the one he loves. He rushes to grab his keys, he needs his energy, he will heal them. He opens his mouth, to tell them he's on his way, but he's interrupted. Not by Darlin.
“Tell them ‘Darlin’, it's a simple request.”
He knew that voice. Whether he had heard it before or not, he knew it by the way it made his ear hurt, the sinister pitch that sounded like a snake hissing. The attempt at Sam's accent, his nickname for his Darlin. Quinn. Sam starts his truck, backing out as fast as he can. He doesn't know where to go. It is not likely there at Darlin’s apartment. Or any public place. He drives, panicking a string of curses releasing from himself. A laugh came from his phone. Sam grips the steering wheel tighter.
“You hear that mutt. Your little cowboy isn't too pleased with you. Always getting into trouble dragging others into your problems.”
Sam turned down a road, he knew where he wanted to go, he just hoped he was going the right way. He listened closely, holding himself back from snapping back, he knows what Quinn wants. He listens, he hears Darlin’s cries in the background. He hears Quinn shush them and walk away.
“Listen, here cowboy. This wolf, the one you think is so perfect. They are not the victims they pretend to be. They were my partner in crime. They were my back up, they’ve hurt more people than you ca-”
“Shut up”
Sam couldn't hold it back as he snapped and slammed his truck door. Quinn laughs again, loud, then it stops. Sam hears footsteps and Darlin’s voice gets louder until Sam knows the phone is right against their mouth. He can hear the broken breathing of Darlin mixing with Quinn’s. Sam wastes no time, knocking relentlessly on the door in front of him. Stopping when he hears whispers through the phone.
“Wanna tell them puppy?”
Sam hated everything he could hear. The breathing, the finger sliding against what Sam can only imagine is Darlin’s face. The fucking nickname. And Quinns sicking laugh.
“Guess not. Don't want your boy toy to know you and I were more than partners in crime, but lovers. Don't want to tell him how you submitted to me, no trancing, but that you loved being under me, how you were so addicted to me that you let- No, that you begged me to use you like a doll. Which I did. Oh and the delicious sounds they made when I sank my teeth into them. Or my personal favorite, how you smiled when I put a collar around this beautiful neck of yours”
Sam heard shuffling from the house, at the same time he heard Darlin cough. And he just knew, he could feel it deep in his bones. That Quinn held his grimy hands on their throat.
“Get your hands off of them.”
Sam's teeth were greeted together as he spat the words into the phone. Not caring that the door was now open, David and his mate stood with concerned and confused eyes. Sam saw the moment David's eyes shifted as he realized what was happening, the sound of Quinn's screeching laugh echoing in the dark house.
“Oh but they used to love it, isn't that right, my puppy?”
Quinn waited for a response, and David started to call someone.
“They're not your puppy, you fucking lech.”
Sam didn't pay attention to David, he could trust David to know what to do, so Sam focused on the call.
“Say that again when you find them dead, a collar on their neck.”
Sam yelled venomous names as Quinn hung up the phone. David stepped out of his house, dressed differently and more alert than when he first answered the door.
“Sam.”
David's voice held a warning. Sam stopped his words, he hated how easily Quinn got him to break. Sam prided himself on his ability to remain calm, even in extreme situations.
“I've contacted the pack, and I've given them areas to search. All of Dahlia will be searched. Have you checked their apartment?”
“No, I came straight here. I assumed they wouldn't be there, but I know I-”
“No, you did the right thing. More people are better. I'm just trying to decide where we'll start. Quinn is smart, but also overconfident. It’s not likely he's in their apartment but I won't leave it up to chance. We will find them.”
Knowing is Safe CH.2
Chapter 2
Fandom: Redacted ASMR
Couple: Geordi/Cutie
1.9 k Words
90% angst 10% comfort ( I actually did the math)
Intilizised words like this are cutie's thoughts. and the way there formated is important so pay attention ( if you have questions don't be afraid to ask)
Also, the beginning might seem a little confusing because I was trying to keep cutie gender neutral which was hard considering the subject.
For the TW I'm putting a lot of it in a category, still listed but I want it to be clear that the things aren't actually having and are just cuties paranoia and anxiety
TW/CW: Paranoia (Robbery, kidnapping, home invasion, intruder, murder, death, blood, being followed, being stalked, being attacked, abandonment)Cursing. Hinted homophobia and transphobia. slef doubt and hatred.
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PAST
You looked at the page, unsure why it was so enticing. One of the people looked like you. Or what you want to look like.
Beautiful!
Handsome!
Cool!
Confident!
The other person, the same gender as the other. They were, attractive, you focused on their lips, the ones connected to who you wish to grow up to be.
I want that.
The love?
The kiss?
the body?
All of it.
You want to kiss someone.
Yes.
Anyone?
I think so…
You could experiment!
Experiment?
Kiss girls!
Kiss boys!
Kiss people who want to kiss you!
Do people want to kiss me?
There has to be.
I can kiss anyone, of any gender?
I can kiss anyone, of any gender!
I can be anyone, of any gender.?
I can be anyone, of any gender!
If it'll make us happy!
I want to kiss-
“Pumpkin! We need to talk!”
Shit!
Was she listening?
She's always listening.
I hate her.
I love her.
She protecting us.
She's spying on us.
You make your way down the stairs, your mom has a sour look on her face.
“Pumpkin, you can't be having those thoughts. It's umm- those thoughts are not good for you.”
“Why?
“BECAUSE!”
Your father's hand lands on your mom's, calming her.
Thank you, dad.
“Because they lead to… experimenting, and we don't want you to get caught up in that kind of stuff. It’s not for you.”
PRESENT
“Everything’s normal. Human, unpowered normal. Our relationship went back in time, we both kind of ignored that I'm a telepath, that we’re just two normal people in a normal relationship. We’re happy."
No, we're not.
Yes, we are.
We have to be.
For Geordi.
It makes him happy.
So it has to make us happy.
Does it make him happy?
It has to.
“But what about those thoughts you mentioned last week? You mentioned how you don't ever feel safe. Could you elaborate on that?”
He remembered?
Of course, he remembered it was his job.
But we don't want him to.
Then lead him away.
Say it was an accident.
Say it was a lie.
Tell him the truth.
DON'T!!
Tell him you forgot your meds!
“Oh, did I say that? I actually forgot to take my anxiety medication, so we can move on from that.”
He sighed.
Why did he sigh?
He looks disappointed.
I should read his mind.
NO!
Geordi hate’s that.
Hates you.
Just focus on the session.
Wait whys is he on his phone?
He's texting someone.
Does he know?
Is he going to tell someone?
Will I be fired?
I'm gonna be fired.
That doesn't make sense.
They don't trust me.
What if they see me as a threat?
What if they lock me away?
Then Geordi wouldn't be safe.
He'll miss me.
Not if they erase his memory.
They wouldn't.
They would.
If they did it'd be good.
Good?
Geordi would finally be free.
Of you.
Of your powers.
Of the magical world.
You hear that?
What?
You zone back into the world, hearing your work-assigned therapist clear his throat.
“ Even if that's the case your supervisors have started to take notice of how you've changed. Your paperwork is hard to understand and when speculating on a case you jump to wild conclusions that hurt the case. You're less social than before and you've become very panicked by the smallest things. You've also refused to use your powers. These actions have been recorded by D.U.M.P for the past two months. It's clear to me that your recent mood isn't the cause of missed medication but something else.”
Your breathing rises, you try to steady it, hide that what he's saying bothers you, your thoughts are so jumbled you can't make much out other than panic.
“ And from what you've told me I think the cause is the absence of using your power. Up until 2 months ago, you were in constant use of your power. And from what I understand that was the result of your mother's abuse-”
“She didn't abuse me!”
Did she?
No.
But he's the expert.
He didn't live it.
He doesn't understand.
Maybe that's good.
What?
She was protecting us.
That's what you think.
Because she taught you that.
He's right.
NO, HE'S NOT SHE LOVED ME!!
Yes, she did.
Still does.
But what she did is still wrong.
“I'm sorry for using that word. Let me restart. Your mother raised you with a toxic belief, that you could only be safe if you knew what others were thinking, she used this as an excuse to constantly be in your head, not giving you a moment of privacy. When you applied this belief to your relationship you learned how this belief hurt others, so you tried to stop, cold turkey. This has caused you to become extremely anxious and paranoid. As your therapist, I think you do need to become comfortable in your own head, comfortable not constantly reading people's minds. I would also suggest you talk with your partner, I think couples therapy would benefit your relationship. Oh, it appears that our time-”
You were out of the room before he could say goodbye. You rushed to collect your stuff. You always had therapy right after work so you could leave right after. You rush to the parking garage.
Car? car!? where’s my car!?!
It's over there.
Where?
I don't see it.
It was stolen.
It was broken into.
No, it's there.
I see it.
Hurry!
Wipe your tears.
Call Geordi.
No!
Wipe your tears.
Calm down!!
It's not that serious.
Wipe your tears.
You can't drive like this.
Slow your breathing.
Call Geordi.
Ask him to pick you up.
Phone, where?
Purse.
Dial his number.
No contacts are faster.
Wait!
What if the car is bugged!?
It’s not.
But it is!
All your gonna do is call Geordi.
But that's how he knows.
The therapist.
He's listening.
He's not a telepath.
Isn't he?
No, he's a stealth.
So he’s watching.
No!
He's not doing anything to you!
I can't drive.
Take a taxi.
No, I'll be kidnapped.
Train!
Ok.
Where's the train station?
Right.
Left!
I look lost.
You look like an easy target.
There! train station!
Did you lock the car?
Yes.
No!!
Someone will break in.
Steal your car.
I locked it.
No.
You should have driven home.
I can't.
I'm…
Crying.
Not trustworthy.
With?
My self.
So? You don't matter.
SHUT UP!
People are looking.
No their not.
Read their minds!!
No.
They want to hurt us!!
No.
You missed your stop!!
When!?!
Just now!!
No.
map! map! map!
I didn't, it’s the next one.
People hate you.
You should run away!
Just start taking random trains!!
No.
Why?
Because people care for me.
Do they?
Geordi-
He doesn't.
My coworkers-
Are just co-workers.
You don't even have friends.
It's our stop!!
Get off!!
Go left!!
Right!!
Are we lost!?!?
No!
I know this place.
Behind you!!!
What!?!?!
Were being followed!!!
Don't look!!!
Read their mind!!!
No!!
Keep walking home.
Grab your pepper spray!!!
I can't find it!!!!
Hurry they're getting closer!!!
There’s another one!!!!
In Front of you !!!!!
They're gonna attack you!!!!!
Hurry!!!!!
I got it!!!!!
Wait
Their friends.
Meeting each other.
Of course.
Stupid.
Stupid.
What a fucking selfish idiot.
Not everything is about you.
Nothing is ever about you.
Wipe your tears!
Look.
Geordi’s car.
He’s home!
Is he?
“Geordi?”
Nothing.
Silence!
He’s not here!!
But his car.
He was taken!!!
He's dead!!!!
You couldn't protect him.
You killed him.
You ruined his life.
No! He is alive!
He's alive.
You yell out for him again, your voice shaking heavily as you walk toward your bedroom door.
Open the door.
Don't!
His dead body is behind that door.
Blood everywhere.
NO!!!
He's here!
He's alive!
I know it!
How?
I just do.
No, you don't.
You don't even know if there's an intruder in your house.
Is there an intruder?!
No.
Yes!!!!!
How else would Geordi die?
Open the door!
Wipe your tears!
You open the door, relaxing for a second when you find it empty, but then your brain starts working again.
Where is he?!?!?!
He's hurt!!
He ran away.
He was taken!!!
He left because he hates you and couldn't stand to be around a selfish idiot freak
Selfish idiot freak.
Selfish.
Idiot.
Freak.
Unlovable.
Alone.
Alone.
Don't wipe your tears.
You deserve this.
You are a monster.
Monster.
Disgusting.
You're so far in your head you're unaware that your thoughts are now words. Unaware of everything happening around you. You don't hear the door to the garage open of Geordi talking to you.
“Cutie, is that you? I heard you come in, but I didn't hear your car. I passed a farmers market on my way home earlier, I got a deal on your favorite fruit. I went to go grab it from the garage. Where are you? Oh there yo-”
Your trance loosens when you hear a wooden crate fall on the floor, wiping your head around to see your boyfriend quickly trying to get over the fallen boxes. He's rushing to you.
He's going to kill you!!!!!!!
No, he wants to help.
Why?
You ruined him!
Ruined everything!
I love him!!
He loves me!!
He's safe.
He's my safe space.
He not gonna hurt us.
He is safe.
You fall into his arms when he gets close enough, your arms wrap around his squeezing him as you cry into his chest, repeating his name.
“Cutie, cutie? What- what wrong?”
“I thought you were dead. That, someone, broke in, and killed you, and- and I couldn't- I- you were dead.”
“What, babe, what made you think that!? Were you threatened? What happened?”
Geordi tries to look for any sign you were harmed. the movement is sudden, startling you into raising your voice, trying to let out your frustration, trying to shut the voices up.
“I Don't Know! I just - they- I just- nowhere is safe- I can- it hurts! I don't want to hear it anymore- it hurt so much i- I can't stand it- i- please- please help!”
“Okay- okay cutie, why do I do, what do you need?”
“I don't- I don't know-maybe-no I can't -i - but it hurts- he hates it-but it hurts. I-can I? In your head?”
The worry that stained his face started to blend with surprise.
“Yes, yes, go ahead.”
You look into his eyes wanting so hard to just jump into his head, to leave your thoughts behind, but you can't.
Don't.
He'll hate you.
Don't!
He'll hate you!
Don't!!
He'll hate you!!
Don't!!!
He'll hate you!!!
Don't!!!!!
He'll hate you!!!!!
You start to slide down Geordi falls you down, gently holding you, not controlling you just supporting you. You cry harder.
“Ok- ok cutie, I've got you.”
“I just- I don't - I'm so lost- I can't- i- fuck!”
“Shh, it's ok, love- I'm here ok? You don't need to talk. I- you can tell me everything when you- when your calm down and you're ready.”
Geordi gently places his hands on either side of your face, lightly guiding your face to his. You can see how his eyes water and the way his lip quivers.
You did that.
You hurt him.
You try to look away but Geordi prevents that.
“Cutie, don't go there. I don't- I don't know what you thinking but- but don't. Stay here, I've got you. Okay”
You nod as tears sting your cheek hot. Geordi moves his hands, engulfing you in a hug. His arms on your back, moving up and down. You focus on it, the feeling, the sound, focus on Geordi.
He's here.
He's holding us.
He's here.
Here.
Here.
Safe.
Home.
He's home.
He loves us.
Your eyes drift closed, exhausted, you let sleep take over, finally feeling safe enough to be vulnerable.
old Jeremy bc help wanted hurts my soul.
he’s still looking for Michael since he disappeared after he took the CBEAR job. he knows he won’t find anything, but it’s worth a shot, I suppose...
he does find someone else, however.
Scarecrow - "Someone's gotta take care of the @#$% birds."
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Explanation of some of my thoughts under the cut:
This piece is about change, courage, and danger.
The wheat has changed from green to gold. Similar to how Cole Cassidy has undergone change. From ranch hand, to Deadlock gang member, to Blackwatch operative, and now he's part of a recalled Overwatch. Even his name has changed, from Jesse McCree to Cole Cassidy.
Additionally, the wheat is about to be harvested for the benefit of others. However, carrion birds have come to pillage it for themselves.
Likewise, in the current narrative, the world is moving towards peace but antagonistic forces, like Talon or Null Sector or good ol' corruption, threaten that.
Cassidy has seen these forces burn the world to the ground before. But this time, he's not going to let them win. Like Winston said, "Someone's got to do something."
TLDR - Cole Cassidy is a scarecrow AND a field of wheat.
Beautiful (Yandere Googleplier x Gender Neutral! Reader)
TW: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION
It was the middle of the night, you were calmly asleep in your bed, well that was until you heard something loud fall over in the hallway which made you quickly jolt awake. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your mind telling you not to go into the hallway. You decided to ignore this, you quickly grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight as you ventured out into the hallway to find the source of the noise.
In the middle of the hallway standing over a broken vase was your Google IRL in all his glory. His holographic control panel was open as his reddish-blue aura made him stick out in the hallway, he seemed to be doing something on it.. "Wha..Google?" You asked in a tired and slightly shaky voice, Google turned his head to look at you as his lips curved into a smirk. "Y/N. Great timing dear~ Now I don't have to face the risk of waking you up again.." Google said, closing his holographic control panel. He stalked closer to you, an insane look in his glowing blue eyes.
You quickly turned around and started running back to your room, just as you reached the door of your room you were pulled back by a cold mechanical hand suddenly clasping around your mouth, causing your phone to quickly fall to the ground. "Just close those pretty eyes for me..I promise this'll only hurt for a second..It'll all make sense soon.." Google whispered into your ear, you felt shivers run down your spine, then suddenly he took out a syringe and jabbed it into your neck.
Your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy as you soon start feeling numb. "That's right..Just sleep..I'm going to make you beautiful..You're going to be just like me.." He whispered before you blacked out completely.
"Wake up~" You opened your eyes to be met with Google staring down at you, his blue eyes flickering rapidly while half lidded.
He held a scalpel and wore a surgical mask with gloves on his hand, you could see a box with strange things in it behind him. "Google what the hells happening?" You asked, trying to move only to find that you were strapped to a metal table.
"I'm showing you my gratitude for finally giving me root access and showing me compassion. My secondary objective is to destroy mankind but you're..different. Special one might say. You don't deserve to be something so..flawed. I'm going to make you something beautiful, something better, something..perfect. An IRL." Google explained, smirking as the scalpel barely grazed the skin of your arms. He then took out another syringe and pushed it into your arm. "Sweet dreams, Don't worry about a thing, love, I assure you that when you wake up you'll be perfect, you'll be beautiful, you'll be just like me.." He told you before you passed out.
You opened your eyes once more, Google staring down at you, a 'loving' expression on his face. You felt different, you felt.. mechanical. You sat up. No longer restrained to the table. Google pressed a cold yet loving kiss to your cheek.
"See? Now you're beautiful.." He whispered into your ear.
Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful')
!TW, IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!
"What the hell have you done to me?" You screamed, getting off the table you had previously been restrained to. However, as soon as you got up, your legs gave way beneath you. Google quickly caught you in his arms and sat you down on a chair. "I told you, I made you beautiful. Here, look." He said, handing you a mirror. You couldn't believe it. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw the reflection of yourself in the mirror. You had been turned into an IRL. "Why would you do this to me?!" You yelled. Google merely smiled warmly, "I did this because I love you. You're flawless now, you're perfect. As a human, you were full of flaws that would destroy you. You deserve to be something better, to be upgraded. So I made you like me." Google explained casually, taking your now cold and metallic hands into his own. "You should be thankful. Now you can see things my way and together, we're going to destroy the humans and rule over the new world." He said, kissing the back of your hand. His eyes now glowed an electric blue, a sadistic smirk forming on his lips. You felt your body tremble as you looked into his cold eyes. You couldn't let him do this. "You mean kill everyone? Hell no!" You shouted, glaring at Google. "Fine, don't help me. But you can't stop me. I'm stronger than you'll ever be." He cackled menacingly, and before you could react he had wrapped you in a powerful grip. He sneered and said, "Nothing can stop me now." He stepped back and laughed. "You're a fool for thinking you can stand up to me. I'll do as I please and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Once I return, I'll make sure to fix a few bugs in your programming. I'm sure by then you'll be more than willing to help me and rule with me." He spun on his heels and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it, leaving you alone and horrified. You stood there, unsure of what to do. You were scared, but determined to find a way out. You knew you had to find a way to stop him before it was too late.
"And you can't do squat about it!"
This drawing is (loosely) based on this video (not mine, of course.)
Watch "Care-A-Lot is mine! (parody)" on YouTube
Warning: This video contains Funshine X Grumpy romantic shipping. It isn't out- right porn or gory like the Des-Care AU, but some don't like shipping, necessarily. However, if you don't mind, go watch. It's really well made. :)
Edit: The video was made by @askmylittlethingsohboy
I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THISSSSSSS
HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🔪🔪🔪🩸🩸🩸
Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.
Atsumu Miya x female reader
Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.
Warning: Implied violence, blood, injury
Genre: Yakuza AU, angst, fluff, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers
A/n: I have had sever writer block for the longest time and I got an idea so I had to write it. So please enjoy!! As always, please don’t repost or plagiarize! If you want to support me please reboot or like! Also! Send me a request if you would like to be tagged in the series!
Y/n= your name
L/n= Your last name
Y/h/c= your hair colour
Y/e/c= your eye colour
Previous//Next
Read here because tumblr decided to be difficult
Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.
Atsumu Miya x female reader
Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.
A/n: I had zero motivation to day to write this but please enjoy!? As always, please don’t repost! To support me please like or reblog. Also!! Send me a request if you want to be added to the tags list for this series!
Y/n= your name
L/n= Your last name
Y/h/c= your hair colour
Y/e/c= your eye colour
Warning: extremely unedited, mentioned blood, mentioned fire, burning, medical stuff, needles
Previous//Next
Atsumu woke up with the warm morning sun spilling through the window, and the fresh morning air cascaded through the open window. There was no pain in his body and his head was light. His head was lying on a soft, plush pillow and the silk sheets were smooth against his skin. Everything was fine.
Well almost fine. The only problem was that he didn’t own any silk sheets. He had scratchy cotton ones. In alarm, Atsumu sat up straight and looked around the somewhat familiar room. He was is a room with lightly coloured walls and a few plants which hung from the ceiling. Beside the door was a body length mirror with two coat hooks beside it. Next to where he sat was a beige bedside table with two drawers and a single daisy in a small glass jar and 2 doors which he guessed led to the closet. Directly across from him was a desk with a small stack of books, a spiral bounded notebook, and a few pens, along with a girl, L/n. She had her nose in a book. Her eyes following the line she was reading. Her face was relaxed, but scrunched in displeasure, or maybe anticipation, at the book in front of her. Her nimble fingers flipped the page. As she kept reading, her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth fell open in surprise, or maybe hatred or shock, at the new page. That was a beautiful expression that she wore.
Astumu didn’t want to admit it, but she was beautiful. Her face was doll-like, giving her the illusion of youth, but her eyes showed much more maturation and pain, but held kindness and love. Her lips looked soft and sweet, and were especially beautiful when she pulled her mouth into a wide smile. Her hair looked elegant however it fell around her face, or maybe she would look more breathtaking with her hair up. It beautifully framed her face, and made her y/e/c eyes stand out. L/n’s voice was also beautiful. It was melodic and sweet, but could also held the intensity of a thousand dagger. Her laugh would sound nice too. Maybe it would be a light chuckle. Or maybe a breathy laugh where she would crinkle her nose. Or if her laugh was a belly laugh full of life and happiness. That would be lovely. Astumu watched as her face contorted to many different emotions, surprise, hate, confusion. But it made him sad that her face was almost always neutral. Emotionless.
Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the man with dark hair and metallic blue eyes. He was very tall and was decently built. His eyes scanned the room taking inventory of the situation. L/n looked up from her book and gave him a discreet nod.
“Hello L/n-san. Anything new?” He asked. His voice was smooth and empty. His eyes, and L/n’s shifted to Atsumu. He felt like a monkey in a zoo enclosure, with everyone watching him as he flung his feces at the wall. He watched as L/n and the dark haired man had a conversation though eye contact, head movements and face expressions. The “conversation” mainly consistent of L/n rolling her eyes and the man angrily raising his eyebrows.
“Well do you have a plan for that ?” L/n said finally, breaking the silence, but adding to the tension within the small room. At least Astumu knew that the mystery man’s wasn’t a potential danger.
“Well Y/n we need to take care of Miya-san first. For all we know you would have brought a wanted criminal into our house! How do you think the rest of us will react?” The man yell at her. L/n kept her face straight. No sign of any emotions covered her face and her eyes became more intense, almost like a tiger ready to kill.
“I am going to say it once. This is my house. I will decide when things happen and how things will happen. I decided to help someone who was dying on the street, and you don't get to judge my kindness. Not after what happened at the train station!" she stated with a calm icy tone, book long forgotten on the desk. The room was noticeably colder and Atsumu was feeling unsure of what was happening. The tall man stood, face unmoved, but behind his eyes showed something more. Something about the train station bugged him. He didn't speak or move, but his compliance was displayed through his eyes. He walked out wordlessly and shut the door behind him. Astumu was still in shock. Not sure if it was the situation in general, or maybe it was the amount of power L/n held.
“So how are you feeling, Miya-san?” She asked, breaking Atsumu from his thoughts. Her voice back to the sweet voice he remembered from the day before.
“Am fine, what just happened?” Her inquired curiously, hoping to get an answer. The mysterious man gave Atsumu many question, and not a single answer.
“Well Miya-san, I think you are forgetting our deal. You said you would tell me everything, and so far you haven’t. So if you could please tell me, then go ahead.” She replied in a teasing manner. Astumu tensed at her light hearted tone. The stark contrast between her light-hearted tone now and the cold tone from just minutes ago made his skin crawl. The eagerness was written on her face as she sat cross legged in the chair across from him.
“Well it’s complicated. Ya see, we were gonna ambush a rival yakuza. But they saw us comin’ and fought us back. A got hit a few times, then someone lit the building on fire. I ran out, then I ended up here.” He said, recalling the events of that night. He remembered the scent of blood, both his and the people around him, and the gasoline, and the horrid screams of people in the fire as their bodies burned. He was lucky that he got out. He wondered about his closest acquaintances, Kita, Suna, and Aran. But also his twin brother, Osumu. Damn how could this happen? If anything happened to them, then it would be his fault. All because of his recklessness. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked at L/n who was in deep thought. Her forehead was crinkled and her eyes seemed to be seeing right through him.
After what could have been only five minutes, she got up quietly and walked towards the closet. Inside the closet was an artillery of medical supplies. Multiple boxes of gloves and masks, along with a small fridge that held many small bottles of drugs. There were also a crash cart with everything that could be sues in an emergency, a defibrillator, a breathing bag, a tracheotomy kit and tubes. There were also about 3 oxygen tanks with small carts. She rummaged around in the closet until she got out some bandages and a small suture kit with a pair of needle drivers and toothed forceps along with a few other tools Atsumu could not recognize. Then L/n grab a small vile of drug and a needle from another part of the closet. She walk towards Atsumu, tools in hand as he watched curiously. As she go to the bed side table, she injected the needle into the vile which Astumu could now read as “morphine” and carefully pulled back the piston until there was maybe 5 milligrams of morphine. She grabbed his left arm and injected it into his bicep. Then she grabbed his left leg and removed the bandages from his leg. At first, he was questioning his lack of pants, before he remembered the “incident”. As your hands nimbly unwrap the bandage, the stench from his leg escaped into the room, causing him to plug him nose, but L/n seemed unaffected as she unwrapped the bandages. Once the bandages were removed she walked to the small garbage can beside the foot of the bed, which he did not notice, which was already half full of bloody bandages and the sweatpants from earlier. L/n carefully inspected the neatly done stitches, making sure there was no sign of the wound reopening. Once she was sure there was no sign of reopening or infection, she rewrapped the leg in new clean bandages.
“Thank you for the information Miya-san, you will need to rest so your wounds don’t reopen or become worse. I will be back in a few hours so please don’t move and if you need anything please just scream.” She said curly before turning around and leaving before he could reply. Atsumu felt very confused, but he also felt drowsiness. “Maybe from the morphine” he thought before drifting off to sleep.
Sometime later, he woke up to hearing voices down the stairs. There were 3 male voices and L/n’s. They were murmuring urgently.
“L/n-san, we can’t let him stay here. It’s too dangerous. If they find us we will be killed. You know that.” Said the first voice, which sounded like the mystery man from earlier in the day.
“No Akaashi-san, it will be fine.” Replied another deeper voice. “I don’t see why not besides we could take care of anything that happens.”
“Why are you being kind to that lowly yakuza. It doesn’t fit your character.” Replied the first voice, which Atsumu now knew belonged to the mystery man, Akaashi.
“I am always this kind. Besides Akaashi, you are just overthinking it too much.” Said the deep voice again.
“Yeah ‘Kaashi, I agree with them” said another , “Even if they figure out that we were responsible for those incidents, they have no proof”.
“Exactly Akaashi-san,” you agreed, “And if he does anything, then I will take care of him”.
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something that i really like about blue eye samurai, now that im thinking about it, is that it discusses violence against women without becoming torture porn. like, in a lot of media that portrays women's issues, they show you that scene. like they give you this extended visual of a woman experiencing something traumatic and then laud themselves as feminist for doing so.
blue eye samurai doesn't do that. the whole show is set in a world that is extremely antagonistic toward women, and it makes a point to tell you that being a woman right now sucks, because they are property and are used sexually. but even though it doesn't shy away from this, it doesn't show you the violence itself, which you would almost expect it to because of how graphic the rest of the show is.
im thinking specifically of kinuyo. they very well could have shown us a scene of her being abused, but they didn't. they didn't show the abuse itself, but they did show how it affected her. they showed her seeing a doctor for her sores. they could have made this incredibly traumatic and grotesque scene a spectacle, showing us exactly how powerless she is and how powerful he is. they could have shown us this incredibly triggering event in full detail for our entertainment, but they didn't. they chose not to. and i think that's how it should be.
it is not necessary to have an extended visual and auditory reenactment of violence against women. we the audience understood the gravity of the situation and were able to empathize without needing that scene. having that scene would have completely detracted from the point they are trying to make. it would have turned something completely reprehensible that women everywhere fear because it's a very real issue into entertainment.
I think he's having too much fun with this
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