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Seeing the views on this thing go up terrifies me. Also I'm prob gonna continue Iwas POV for awhile or maybe I'll like shift POVS during the chapter?? I dunno yet I haven't started writing- So bUcKLe uP~ I'm reading an AMAZING iwaoi fanfic rn (Night Call by oseltamivir_phosphate) it's not complete but I'm still reading it because I have an addiction c:
IF ANY OF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY (EXCLUSIVELY BOTTOM OIKAWA) IWAOI FIC PLEASE REC SOME IM IN DIRE NEED.
There's my one song from a musical that I'm allowing myself to put in these. (Jk I'll prob need to steal a song from heathers eventually)
Iwa POV (Still)
After putting my Mercedes in park, I turn to Pretty Boy (Oikawa) who has become increasingly more tense since we arrived in the driveway. I sigh, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to express whatever he's thinking out loud.
He sits there for a few more moments, reminding me of a porcelain statue. (NOT because he's gorgeous and lacking flaws, mind you. Because he looks lifeless. Still beautiful though. FUCK, shut up brain.) He opens his mouth to speak and murmurs,
"What are you gonna do to me in there...?" He looks at me with such a dead and hopeless look in his eyes.
Oikawas POV
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All the repressed memories come back to me as we pull into Muscles' gloomy looking driveway in front of what's presumably his apartment complex.
I remember clearly the feeling of being forced to put my mouth around his dick. That man- Asshole had destroyed me. Not physically, mind you though I do have the cigarette burns as souvenirs from our little "meetings" and my arms are probably permanently scarred because of him, but emotionally.
None of the horrible things he did to my body could compare to the paranoia that I just can't seem to shake now. Didn't do me any good though, did it? I've been kidnapped for gods sake... That has never been what I was afraid of though...
The only thing that solidified what single shred of dignity I managed to have left was the fact that I had not let him go all the way. I kept putting it off for this weekend. For the first time since this whole excursion I kinda felt relieved that I was being abducted.
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Don't get me wrong, I know I'm probably (read; definitely) gonna get murdered by the hot dude over in the drivers seat I just- can't really find it in me to care right now. As long as he doesn't forcefully take what Asshole didn't get, I don't really care anymore. As long as I'm not used like that... he could murder me all he wants while I'm in this mental state and I wouldn't really give a fuck.
The reason I had become so tense after we turned into the driveway is simple, this apartment complex looks almost exactly like Asshole's (yes; I do know his name. no; I will not be mentally reciting it right now.)
Buff Dude (TM) looks at me expectantly and I ask him what he's about to do with me once we get in...
He sighs and reaches for the blindfold, I tense violently. That thing- it'll be the same shade as my cold blood on hard concrete hours after this dude murders me and does whatever he wants with my cold lifeless body.
Who am I kidding? I don't even know if he's gonna kill me on concrete, maybe I'll get lucky and he'll just shoot me nice in quick on like a rug in his living room or something. That would be kind of a dumb thing for him to do but whatever. Rug sounds nicer than concrete.
Iwas POV (Again)
I did not respond to Oikawa's question, planning on waiting to answer him after I've secured the blindfold back over his terrified looking eyes.
As I reach to pick up the crimson blindfold I notice Pretty Boy tensing violently, becoming impossibly more weary. Before I can convince myself to not blindfold him, I grab his jaw (unnecessarily roughly) to bring his face closer.
I succeed in not looking into his fearful but eerily resigned eyes before securing the blindfold over them.
I hear him muffle a whimper while I lightly drag my blunt nails across his smooth neck, not really wanting to stop touching him but knowing that I definitely should.
Finally giving in to wanting to be close to him, I lean in and cruelly whisper into his ear,
"I'm going to kill you Pretty Boy. Them I'm going to eat you." He flinches back again and hits his (obnoxiously pretty) head against the window. Letting out a stifled groan he faced me, unseeing and said,
"Why are you doing this?" It was spoken so quietly, so hesitantly that I almost missed the words. It didn't really sound like he expected an answer though so I didn't put much effort into my response.
"You insulted me." That wasn't really the reason, Iwaizumi could really care less that the Pretty Boy insulted him. His masculinity wasn't that fragile lol, he for some reason didn't really want to tell Oikawa that his blood smelled delicious-
In reality, he was just searching for Matsukawa's cat and came across him coincidentally. Speaking of, the cat had been sitting in the back seat virtually completely silent during the whole ride, observing us.
I stiffened a few seconds after saying my response, suddenly realizing the uncanny resemblance my words had to that of the man that presumably assaulted Oikawa..
My eyes shoot to Pretty Boy suddenly to gauge his reaction just in time to see him tremble, he began shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. Little muffled whimpers started coming from his throat, presumably the start of another panic attack.
I have no idea why I want so desperately to cradle him in my arms, what the fuck is wrong with me??? This feels so wrong.. Deciding to try and ignore every fiber of my being screaming for me to protect the kid with my life (and telling me to wring that "Assholes" neck, subconsciously making a mental note to copy his contact info to hunt him down)
I opened the car door and the cat bounded out, running to presumably Matsukawa before I slammed it shut, rounding to the other side of the car.
I opened the passengers side of said car, Oikawa was still shaking a concerning amount but I had already shut all those emotions off (or tried to at least).
Grabbing Pretty Boys' wrist and, (struggling to ignore) the pained grimace it caused, I dragged his stumbling form out of the seat.
I pulled him against my chest (totally not subconsciously trying to comfort him for some reason) to slam the passenger side door shut behind us. If I had seen how unfocused the trembling boys eyes were, maybe I would have been more concerned...
Oikawas POV (Again)
He's like him, he's like him, he's like him.
Who am I kidding, I should've expected this, I should've fought better. I can still fight better.
That's all folks~
Cuts to Warner Bro's outro.
Music starts playing.
I dunno what that was for, I was gonna say "that's all for today folks" but then memories resurfaced and I had to.
Anyways~ fun times!
If you need me to add more trigger warnings PLEASE TELL ME!!!
Lol I'm like 6 chaps in and Oikawa still doesn't know Iwas name
(EDIT: Now I'm like 16 chaps in and he still doesn't I'm-)
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