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He never wanted to hurt his superstar, you were 404s everything and he would do anything to not lose you he needed you, your blog posts kept him alive, you had such creative stamina in his eyes! He knew he was large and abnormally strong, and he was mentally unstable, the worst combo.

So when he finally had you in his room, he wanted- no needed you to write for him, his unstable state of mind couldn’t take it if you didn’t write. So when you refused to write the 100 pages he needed, something in 404 snapped. He chocked you, pinning your wrist behind your back, his eyes full of desperation, he choked you until the audible gurgling sound of blood came from your throat and the cracking of your wrist, he let go, coming out of his crazed state “s-superstar..?” His voice was strained.

So here he was sitting on the couch in his room, he had wrapped a bandage around your bruised neck, and broken wrist, feeling awful for hurting you, hatred for himself running through his veins- he didn’t mean to he just- he just couldn’t keep his control and had a meltdown. You were unconscious blood stains on your shirt, wrist, and his hands, his breathing was even more labored than usual because of his…. Distress, he really did love his superstar.