#and I’m so so livid about it I swear to fucking god

[stil-lindigo]

fucking HECS debt…

[cherrybr4t]

what she wants, she gets - seungcheol (+18, mdni)

WARNINGS: kind of a toxic rs, smut, tit playing, tit slapping, unprotected sex, choking, daddy!cheol, oral (f rec), reader may not be the most sensible, dom!cheol, sub!reader (f), they r so insane for each other! ceo!cheol

<3 not comfy don’t read! but…HAPPY 400! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! hope u guys enjoy this! muah 💋

“swear to god baby, open the god damn door, please!” seungcheol feels his hands burn, from the incessant knocking and pounding of your door.

you hear every grunt and curse clearly—standing right behind the door, clad in your pink robe, glass of wine balancing dangerously between your fingertips.

“i know you’re standing right behind the door, let me in,” seungcheol runs his hand across his locks, frustration lacing every word. “you’re gonna regret this baby.”

“oh, that’s rich coming from you cheol, i’m the one that’s pissed at you right now—surely i won’t be regretting anything.” you finally decide to bite back.

“you being pissed at me doesn’t warrant you to fucking block your own fucking boyfriend, and what the fuck were you doing on mingyu’s story?” another bang across your poor door.

thank god seungcheol had arranged for only top quality products to be furnished throughout this apartment he’d gifted you a year ago.

“yeah well—you can go and cry about it to your other bitches, i’m sure someone would love to listen to you and offer you some comfort” you faked cooed—you were not going to let this one slide.

“baby—what the fuck are you talking about? you know i don’t even bat an eye at anyone else…everyone fuckin’ knows how i’m fucking obsessed with you, i— you know it too baby!” you hear how his voice starts to strain, and you know he’s right.

ever since you both were linked, it was like an otherworldly connection that only you and him could comprehend.

soulmates—if you must. equally bat shit crazy; crazy for each other at least. well, as what they always say, negative cancels out negative right? together, you and cheol swear nothing else could feel more right.

you came to him on a hazy friday night, and he finally had a face to the name he’s been hearing thrown around the office floors. he’d been captivated by you the minute he laid his eyes on you—in your velvet black dress, donned in silver jewelry that brought out the sparkle in your eyes.

—and, what seungcheol wants, seungcheol gets. by the end of the night, he finds himself removing your jewelry, having you writhe under him, screaming and moaning the whole night, and he’s not sure if you’ve fallen for his trap, or he yours.

it must’ve been love at first sight, he always tells you.

he’s everything you ever wanted, the possessive, ever so passionate man that never takes no for an answer. he made you feel alive, made you feel like you were worth trashing the world for.

some call it insanity, but you weren’t any better. which leads to why you were in your current predicament—you were livid.

it’s not like cheol wasn’t allowed to be around the female species, just not the pretty ones. and especially not if they wear extra short skirts and extra red lips around your boyfriend.

yeah yeah…it’s not like he could avoid female employees, especially being a young and an extremely attractive director, next in line for the CEO position.

the new influx of female employees with the new batch of hires were something else, flocking towards your boyfriend blatantly every chance they get.

he may have just been doing his job to facilitate but—did he have to cross the line with his overtly friendly nature? not necessary, you think.

and you loved to play the game. blocking him all over your social media—only for him to lose his mind when he sees you dancing on mingyu’s instagram story at the club downtown.

you know how much he hates when you hang out with your guy friends, especially ones with a certain playful nature—mingyu.

to say he went berserk would be an understatement. you grin behind the door, the taste of satisfaction at the tip of your tongue, knowing you got him back.

“baby, fuck, i’ll get rid of all of ‘em—whoever it is—fuck, they’re gone by next week” and who are you if not someone that falters at such sweet words from your beau’s mouth.

that click of a door makes him sigh out a breath of relief before he immediately engulfs you in a tight embrace, stroking your hair and kissing the crown of your head.

“you’ll really fire them for me babe?” your eyes soften as they look up into his, and he swoons at how pretty your eyes are, admiring your current docile state—when you’re not being batshit crazy.

he carefully removes the wine glass from you, placing on top of your black coffee table which he chose, before grabbing your cheek and pulling you in for a sloppy passionate kiss.

“anything for my baby, you are the future wife of the company’s soon-to-be CEO after all.” he smirks, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“and what she wants, she gets,” he whispers before pulling your lips towards his before you could say anything else.

his tongue explores every crevice of your mouth, tugging your own tongue playfully and soothing out every bite he gives your lower lip.

“my baby—you look fuckin’ gorgeous. i can never let you stay angry at me, hmm?” he pecks your forehead.

“gonna remind you why you’re mine and i’m yours baby,” he peppers feather kisses down your jaw tenderly.

“yeah? think i need to put my little brat in place, remind her why daddy only loves her, and how daddy only has eyes for her,” he kisses down your clavicle and sucks on a hollow spot which makes your knees buckle.

“mmffh—cheol….” you know it, you’re excited for it. you love it when he reminds you how obsessed he is with you.

“wonder what’s waiting for me underneath this pretty pink robe,” he gently tugs at the string of your little bow tied at the front.

a second later and your ribbon unravels, allowing the flimsy fabric to fall to the sides, and cheol lets out the most animalistic groan when he sees you completely bare and supple for him.

“so fucking pretty yeah?” he pushes you up against the nearest flat surface he can find, hands moving in urgency, grabbing any flesh of yours he can fit in those big hands of his.

you whine out as you feel his calloused hands squeezing your tits so hard, while his mouth gets busy along your jaw again. but those lips can’t stay away from your tits—he starts sucking and slurping all over—marking your mounds as you pull tightly on his locks, sinful moans after moans falling from your lips.

he breaks apart from your tits and you pout.

“my pretty girl, hands up for me.” he grabs your wrists and places them above your head and you keep them there.

“so good for me,” he sinks down and kisses all around your glistening cunt, making you squirm unconsciously. he holds on to your hips, before diving in fully, inserting that warm pink muscle deep inside your cunt you knock your head back against the wall, letting out the breathiest moan.

“pretty girl is all mine. my cunt, my tits, my girl, the prettiest.” he breathes out before he swings a leg over his shoulder and continues devouring your leaking cunt. his tongue curls up and like a deranged animal it plays with your g-spot frantically. he moans around your cunt so deeply, before he moves up and sucks your warm and swollen clit, teeth grazing every few seconds.

“cheol—too fast too fast—i’m gonna cum soon daddy,” you feel yourself reach your breaking point sooner tonight.

“that’s all i want baby, cum all over my face for me. i’m all yours to cum on,” he switches between the insane speed of his tongue and hard suction of his lips and the ribbon inside you unravels before you know it.

you let out the loudest string of moans, shaking as you clench and let out all your juices all over his face and his tongue.

cheol closes his eyes and soaks in the heavenly moment he wants to last forever. he takes in everything—your scent, your taste and continues lapping on your cunt to suck you dry.

you whine before grabbing his locks, pushing away due to oversensitivity. he looks up at you with glistening lips, and your stomach churns at the sight, feeling a new pool of arousal forming again.

he stands up, eye to eye with you, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you’re so fucking perfect baby, no one should dare to even stand next to you.”

he leans forward, rubbing his clothed bulge against your soaked cunt. “you feel that baby? only you can do that to me, i just need a thought of you and i go fucking insane,” he grabs your hand, guiding it to his huge bulge.

you rub teasingly above the fabric before smirking at him knowingly, “you like me that much?”

“baby, i love you so fucking much—even i can’t comprehend it. swear i’ll die without you,” he leans his forehead against yours, with an arm propped up on the wall beside your head.

you rub faster, enjoying the moment of cheol unraveling just by a touch from you.

“swear i’ll die if you don’t touch me now—and if i’m not inside you right now baby, need you,” he breaks out in desperation and you give in, unzipping and allowing him to step out of his pants.

wasting no time, he gets rid of his boxers and goes over to the couch to sit down, tapping his thigh twice, you immediately shuffle over to sit on him, warm cunt hovering over his growing cock.

“don’t tease baby, told you i need to be inside you now,” he grabs your waist before aligning your cunt to slowly sink down his red cock that’s bursting with veins, feeling like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t feel you wrapped around him.

“f-fuuuck,” you moan out, stomach twisting at how good cheol feels when he’s fully inside you, and you start to ride him, chasing that impending high that you know is coming.

“baby—you feel too fucking good, s’unreal,” cheol croaks out as he grips onto your hips tighter, guiding your pace, not wanting to come in you too quickly.

his wandering hands move on to playing with your swollen tits, your nipples so puffy from earlier it drives him crazy, “so pretty, so fucking sensitive for me always, fuck,” he tugs on them, eliciting a louder whine from you.

his keeps a hand on your tits, occasionally giving it light slaps across and he salivates at the way it jiggles. another hand reaches up, wrapping around your neck which looks too clean for him.

your face contorts in an unexplainable pleasure, and he knows he’s got you at you tipping point. “cheol—daddy, squeeze harder,” you prompt him, wanting him to push you over the edge faster.

“yeah? my little slut wants daddy to go harder? you dirty girl, my dirty girl though— my pretty dirty girl,” he groans, hands squeezing tighter at the pulse points, while he strikes one tight slap across your tits and you can’t stop moaning.

he can’t stop singing praises for his pretty baby, and all he wants is to express how much he adores you every second.

“so close daddy so close, wanna cum wanna cum,” cheol snaps his hips up faster, while maintaining the pressure around your neck.

“gonna make you cum so hard around daddy, then pump you full of daddy’s cum after—show you how much daddy loves you, yeah?” he revels in the way your voice breaks at the incessant amount of moans escaping your mouth.

“gonna cum—daddy can i cum now?” you bit down on your lips, feeling something in your lower abdomen growing and growing, threatening to spill over any minute.

“my pretty baby always so polite—yes baby, cum for daddy now,” and you let go, seeing white as you convulse and jerk around him, crying out his name repeatedly.

his grip around your neck holds you in place, “fuuuckk that’s it baby, let daddy see how hard he made you cum,” cheol will never get tired of watching you cum—especially when it’s around his cock.

“gonna let daddy pump you full now baby? i’m about to cum okay baby,” he starts to snap his hips up even rougher, before releasing a hot load inside of you with a groan and you moan at the feeling as it reaches deep inside you.

“fuuuuck, that’s it baby, take it all, take all of daddy’s cum yeah—you’re mine baby,” he moans out, panting as the last few drops paints your walls with his essence

cheol’s heart swells at the thought of you being so full of his cum—full of him. he thinks there’s no other way to express that you’re fully his other than this act of claiming.

he kisses you, stroking your cheek and uttering words of affection against your lips—and you feel that all is right with the world again.

WANTED IT TO BE LONGER THAN THIS! will be writing more of this au!! but for now,, thank you guys so much for 400 again!! can’t wait to be putting out more works soon! love u guys xx 🖤💋

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[pucksandpower]

Free Fucking Country

Max Verstappen x First Daughter of the US!Reader

Summary: the FIA needs a reality check — you’ve known this since they decided to punish your grown ass boyfriend for daring to say “fucked” in a press conference — and what better way to do this than by taking full advantage of your First Amendment rights … live on camera?

The Texas sun beats down on the circuit. You’re standing off to the side, watching the race from a monitor, arms crossed. There’s an edge to your stance, a tightness in your jaw that no one’s missed, least of all Nico Rosberg.

“You look like you’re going to murder someone,” Nico says, chuckling under his breath. “Who’s the unlucky victim?”

You shoot him a sideways glance, not quite smiling. “Not someone. More like the entire FIA.”

Jenson Button raises a brow from his spot beside Nico. He’s been fiddling with a microphone, but now his full attention is on you. “Ah. Still upset about Singapore, then?”

You roll your eyes. “Still upset? I’m livid, Jenson. They punished Max for swearing. Swearing. Like, are we adults or are we running a kindergarten here?”

Nico and Jenson exchange a look, trying and failing to suppress a laugh.

“They’ve done worse to other drivers, to be fair,” Nico says, playing the diplomat despite the thirst for drama you know is itching to escape.

“I don’t care!” Your voice rises a little, and you realize you’re pacing now, hands flying around in frustration. “They target Max like he’s public enemy number one, and I swear it’s just because he’s honest. They can’t handle it when someone actually tells the truth!”

Nico nods, clearly amused by your rant but trying to stay neutral. “True. Max does have a ... blunt way of putting things.”

“He shouldn’t have to censor himself. It’s not like he was even that bad. They act like he threatened to burn down the paddock.” You huff, coming to a stop in front of Nico. “It’s just so stupid.”

Nico leans back, crossing his arms. “So, what are you going to do? You’re not exactly on the FIA’s Christmas card list either.”

A slow grin spreads across your face, and Nico’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh no. I don’t like that look. That’s trouble.”

Jenson smirks. “What’s she planning?”

“I need a favor,” you say, eyes glinting with mischief. You glance over at the camera setup behind them. “Can I borrow your camera for a minute?”

Both men stare at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“You want to go live? On Sky Sports?” Jenson asks, blinking in disbelief.

You shrug. “Why not?”

Nico shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re something else.”

But he steps aside, making way for you to take his place. “Alright, have at it. Just … maybe don’t get us all banned from the paddock, yeah?”

You wink. “No promises.”

Without missing a beat, you step in front of the camera, and within seconds, you’re live. Your pulse quickens, adrenaline buzzing in your veins. The weight of the moment hits you, but it only fuels your determination.

You clear your throat. “Hi, everyone! It’s me, your friendly neighborhood First Daughter, coming to you live from the US Grand Prix. Now, before we get back to the race, I have something I need to get off my chest.”

Nico and Jenson are barely holding back their laughter behind you, but you ignore them, fixing your gaze on the lens.

“Max Verstappen got punished for swearing during a press conference last week. Punished. For swearing. And you know what? That’s bullshit.”

The words fly out of your mouth, sharp and unfiltered. There’s a moment of stunned silence around you as people start to realize what’s happening.

You keep going, voice rising with every sentence. “The FIA is out of control. They’re so focused on micromanaging everything that they’ve forgotten what this sport is supposed to be about. Racing. Competition. Passion.”

Nico’s eyes widen as he leans toward Jenson. “Oh my God, she’s really doing it.”

Jenson just grins, watching in awe. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

You don’t let up. “You want to punish someone for being honest? For being real? Then punish me too, because I’m about to say a hell of a lot more.”

You can see people gathering around, eyes glued to the monitors. You’ve got their attention now, and you’re not backing down.

“The FIA is so far up their own asses, they can’t see what’s really going on. Drivers are out there risking their lives, pushing the limits, and all they care about is how polite they are in a press conference? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You wave your hands around, the frustration boiling over. “I’m sick of this shitty double standard. Max gets penalized for cursing, but the countless times that the FIA has done something much worse? Silence. It’s ridiculous.”

By now, there’s a crowd forming around you. You see a few FIA officials watching from the corner, looking like they’re trying to figure out what to do. You don’t stop.

“If the FIA wants to keep policing language, they should start by looking at themselves. They’re a bunch of fucking hypocrites who don’t know the first thing about what it takes to be a real racer. They’re killing the spirit of the sport.”

Just then, you spot one of the stewards marching toward you, followed by two security guards. You flash a grin at the camera. “Oh look, here they come. The fun police.”

The steward, a stern-looking man with a clipboard, stops right in front of you. “Ma’am, you need to leave immediately.”

You laugh, leaning into the camera, making sure everyone’s still watching. “Really? You’re gonna kick me out for talking? Last time I checked, this is a free fucking country. First Amendment, bitches! Try to shut me up, I dare you.”

The steward’s face reddens. “You need to leave, now.

But before the security guards can even move, your Secret Service detail materializes out of nowhere, surrounding you. They stand tall, arms crossed, ready to intervene.

You laugh again, this time louder. “Oh, you didn’t think about that, did you? You can’t kick me out. What are you gonna do, arrest the President’s daughter on live TV?”

The steward looks like he’s about to explode, but there’s nothing he can do. He steps back, clearly out of his depth, while the camera continues rolling.

You take a deep breath, calming down just enough to finish your rant with a flourish. “So, FIA, if you’re watching — and I know you are — get your act together. Start treating the drivers like adults, and stop with the petty bullshit. Or I swear, I’ll make it my mission to drag you on the broadcast every single fucking race.”

Before you can say anything else, you feel a presence beside you. You turn just in time to see Max walking up, eyes wide, clearly catching on to what’s happening. He looks from you to the cameras, then back to you, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Without a word, he steps forward, wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s sudden, unexpected, but it’s the kind of kiss that makes time stop, the kind that speaks louder than words.

When he pulls away, there’s a smirk playing on his lips. “You always know how to make a scene.”

You shrug, a mischievous grin on your face. “Someone’s gotta stand up for you.”

Max laughs, shaking his head. “Well, you sure did.”

Nico and Jenson are clapping from behind, both of them thoroughly entertained. Jenson leans into the camera, grinning from ear to ear. “Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N, everybody.”

You step back, still grinning, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. The steward looks like he’s given up entirely, and the crowd is buzzing with energy.

Max leans in close, his voice low. “You know you’re going to get a lot of hate for this, right?”

You shrug, glancing up at him. “Let them try. I’m not scared of a little backlash.”

He shakes his head, eyes shining with admiration. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I’m just getting started.”

[beenbaanbuun]

guard dog pt.3 w/ jeong yunho

merry christmas!!!!

now, you understand that yunho is big; much bigger than yourself, in fact

what, with his obnoxious height, shoulders as broad as the amazon, and thick fluffy tail that sticks out like a rod behind him, he basically dwarfs you!

that doesn’t mean he should have access to your whole fucking bed though

you can feel the lip of the mattress digging into your thigh, a warning that if you shift even just an inch to the right, you’ll end up on the hardwood floor instead

but with a firm chest of a sleeping hybrid pressed up to your spine, it’s hardly like you have the space to move

it’s been like this for a whole week now, since the first day he barged into your life at the not-so-helpful hands of mingi, and sleep has been more than difficult to come by

so much so that your mood has taken a significant hit

it’s not like you were exactly happy about your new situation anyway, but right now, as you face down another sleepless night, you’re practically livid

although even that word doesn’t feel right to describe the emotion that sits deep in your chest

something big that churns in your heart, fluttering and stuttering each and every time you see his annoyingly handsome face

every time his sleep-filled breaths flutter against your ears

every time he drags you impossibly close to his body with the strong arm he has draped over your waist…

fuck, you hate him

and you hate how he makes you feel

“shift,” you grumble as you unhook his hand from where it sits on the flesh of your stomach for the umpteenth time tonight, “get on your side of the bed.”

there’s silence as you push at the solid mass of flesh behind you

he really is an unmovable object

“yunho, i swear i’m going to-”

you squirm, wriggling carefully in place until you’re able to flip your body over

until yunho’s warm breath is fluttering against your face instead of the back of your head

and his warm brown eyes are staring into your own

of course the fucker is awake

“why are you tossing and turning, pup?” god, you wish you could swipe that smirk off of his face

it’s as annoying as it is handsome, and you despise the way it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach

butterflies of hatred… obviously…

“shove it, mutt,” you growl as your fist pushes against his chest

it’s solid, like you’re pushing against a brick wall, and it moves your body more than it moves his

a gasp leaves your lips as you feel the mattress disappear from beneath you, but yunho’s wandering hands seem to work quicker than the gravity that pulls you down

they scoop you back up and into his chest, returning you to exactly the same position you were in not moments before

only this time, you can smell the warmth of the cinnamon his skin seems to radiate, and it takes all the strength you have not to melt into it

not for any reason other than the fact he smells nice, of course; homely, like fresh cookies on a cold winter’s morning

it’s a cold winter morning right now, the sick temptress that lives inside your brain whispers to you, and yunho smells so good

not to mention the warmth that radiates from him in soft waves

if it weren’t for that cocky smile, perhaps you’d give in to the strange desire to be close to him, but as it stands, you’d rather die than give him the satisfaction

“get on your side of the bed before i—”

he cuts you off with a sly chuckle that sends a shiver right down your spine

“before you what, pup?”

there’s a certain gruffness to his voice that’s only really noticeable when he’s first woken up

a low growl that reminds you of a dog getting his ear scratched in a way that makes his eyes fall closed and his back leg flutter

it’s cute, in a strange way

insufferably hot too

“before i force you over there, shithead!”

but you’ve already tried that once, and all that happened was this; you, held to yunho’s chest like you’re every bit the pup he claims you are

“and end up on the floor?” he hums, “i won’t catch you a second time, y’know? if you want to be away from me that badly, who am i to stop you?”

piece. of. shit

you scowl at him with as much mirth as you can muster

eyes narrowed, brow furrowed, an angry little pout on your plush lips

you hardly feel intimidating, but it’s all you can muster in your sleepy state

hopefully it’s enough to put him in his place…

“what’s that?” he chuckles, cocky smile turning into a bright grin

it illuminates his face in a way that you haven’t seen before, the corners of his eyes crinkling in genuine joy

it’s a stark contrast from the regular nonchalance or disinterest he wears between the flashes of irritating mockery

you hate how much more handsome it makes him look, if that’s even possible

“what’s what?” your scowl deepens

“that!” he nods his head to you, as though gesturing to your face, “your expression! it’s cute~”

“it’s intimidating,” you argue, and he laughs so hard that his head tips back

“if that’s what you call intimidating, then you need me more than i thought possible.”

then he says your name

your real name

and you haven’t heard it from his lips since the first day you met him, when he showed up at your door unannounced and uninvited

it’s funny; you’re sure it didn’t sound this sweet when he first said it

it’s almost like there’s affection hidden somewhere in there

although it’s not so much hidden as it is right there in plain sight, written on the walls, illuminated by the moonlight that shines through the crack in your curtains

“i don’t need you,” it sounds like a lie, although you’re sure it’s not

you‘ve never needed him before, and you certainly don’t now

it doesn’t matter that those kids in the stairwell don’t even look in your direction when yunho is there too, towering over you

or that the pervy cashier that you’ve caught staring at your cleavage more than once daren’t even look you in the eyes with that stupid mutt carrying your basket for you

you don’t need him to carry your basket either; you’re not as weak as you might seem

“uh-huh,” his laughter slowly comes to a stop, and his smile slowly slips away, “but you want me, don’t you?”

no

absolutely not

want him?

you could laugh at just the idea of it

and yet you don’t

the sound gets caught in your throat and your tongue feels like lead in your mouth

you swallow in a desperate attempt to get rid of the lump that seems to be blocking your words, and it works

well… kind of

it works in the sense that it disperses that uncomfortable feeling a little, but instead of denial, all that slips from your mouth is a whine

the sound is as quiet as it is pathetic, but in the silence of night, it might as well have been an ear splitting, wall shaking moan

it’s humiliating, is what it is, but for some reason, yunho acts like he never even heard it

and it’s unlike him, to not take the opportunity to tease you and make you squirm under his unwavering gaze

but in the same vein, as you stare into his uncharacteristically soft irises, it’s the realest you’ve ever seen him

there’s no false bravado shielding his true feelings from you, just like there’s no smarmy, shit-eating smile on his lips making you feel like you’re the pet, not him

this is yunho

and so you say his name in the softest voice you can muster

a sweet little “yunho,” into the cold winter air

but you disregard that, because in here, with yunho’s arms keeping you pressed tightly to his heater of a torso, the chill is the last thing in your mind

“you know,” he whispers back, “those eye bags of yours are getting quite bad, pup.”

it’s back to pup, but for some reason the nickname sounds so much sweeter this time around

“i can’t sleep,” you respond

he hums in acknowledgment as he tightens his grip

“try tonight, okay?” you nod and he smiles, “good girl. i’ll be right here, okay?”

and for the first time, that idea doesn’t seem so bad

in fact, as your heart rate picks up and the butterflies of hatred—well, perhaps not hatred—begin to flutter again, you realise that maybe you don’t quite mind his presence

“i’ll try.”

[slimmestofshady]

Bad Habits Kill You

Summary: The 90s in Detroit wasn’t exactly easy to live in with two kids and a boyfriend who redeveloped a bad habit.

Warnings: Drug Addiction, relapse, toxic relationship, abusive on both sides, accusations of cheating but no actual cheating, swearing, mention of smut, mention of drug dealing, breast feeding, robbery

6 calls, 13 text messages later and you found yourself driving home with your 3 year old daughter strapped in the carseat, livid that Marshall hadn’t picked up the phone. Working two jobs and trying to live life comfortably was becoming difficult as you felt like you were the only one here trying to keep the family afloat. This had been the fifth time this week you had to leave early and pick her up due to your boyfriend not showing up. Two write ups later with the check engine light on the car, hardly any gas in it and needing an oil change that you couldn’t afford you unbuckled her, carrying Ellie inside only to hear your newborn screaming once again.

Scoffing, you pushed open the broken screen door, the object squeaking when it was pressed back only to find Marshall’s blonde head fast asleep on the couch, a bowl of weed sitting right out on the rickety table next to Sara’s play pen.

“Mommy, why is daddy always tired? He never eats with us either.” You knew what this was, rehab hadn’t been working and it wasn’t just the sleeping pills he was taking. What were you supposed to say to her?

“Daddy’s just been very busy, why don’t you go play with your toys? Okay?” You smooched her on her delicate little head, ruffling her hair. A child at that young of age shouldn’t even have to ask those questions or ask why other kids have more than you did. Even in a relationship it felt like you were a single mother just trying to make ends meet. 

Picking up Sara from her crib you kneed him lightly in his side in irritation, causing him to moan and groan, mumbling something about being cold in the process. You kneed him again to which he turned around and shouted in his groggy state, his baby blues eyes dilated with dark circles shading his white skin.

“What?!” His temper was not in the slightest controlled, only pushing you farther past your limit of being civil or concerned for his well being.

“You were supposed to pick Ellie up, and do you hear that? That’s your other daughter crying to be taken care of which I can see you’re doing a great job at.” He clenched his jaw, folding his hands together, rubbing them. He got up, closing the distance between the both of you pointing an accusing finger directly in your face.

“I know how to be a fucking parent Y/N. Besides you’re one to talk, did Andre fuck you yet cause he been blowin up the phone all god damn day.” Taking Sara to her room, you rolled your eyes from having the same argument every fucking day while laying her in the crib, but he followed.

“At least he offers to watch the kids, more than you’ve ever fucking done! Tell me how many pills did you fucking pop today and don’t lie to me because I can see you’re clearly stoned. Fucking blanked out and shit.” You closed the door once you layed her down, refusing to argue with him in front of the kids but that didn’t mean they didn’t hear.

His hand wrapped around you arm pulling you back until you were pushed against the wall of the tiny hallway, giving you no personal space as he spat his venomous words.

The tensions was rising, only fueling your immense anger. This was the same old song and dance as every other fucking day. Why didn’t you leave? Well it’s easier said than done when you loved someone.

“I’m not fucking stoned babe I’ve been working on a new song and just fell asleep. Besides I don’t see you bringing any money so where you been if it ain’t work?” He pulled out a red piece of paper in his pocket with the words “EVICTION NOTICE”. Snatching the paper out of his hands, you noticed they only were giving you a week to pack your shit and get out due to being nearly three months behind on rent.

Scoffing you shoved the paper at his chest, trying to walk away but he didn’t let you shoving you back against the wall again.

“Marsh, don’t start your fucking shit okay?! I’ve been working my ass off but god forbid I work a full fucking shift because your ass has to be sat on this fucking couch, smoking dope and taking your fucking sleeping pills and xanax!” As he started cussing you out, you didn’t think before slapping him harshly across the face when he accused you of cheating once more based off the basis of no money coming in yet you’re always “at work.”

“What the fuck y/n! You don’t want to play this fucking game with me aight?!” Right before you could spit fire back, Ellie walked out of her room crying, causing you both to stop. She was just a child and didn’t ask or sign up for any of this. A sympathetic look of sorrow washed over Marshall and yourself the tension dwindling ever so slightly when you saw her teary, beading eyes, her cheeks reddened from the hostile situation.

With open arms, he picked her up cradling her against his chest as his hands rubbed her back gently.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Mommy and I will stop arguing okay?” You crossed your arms, huffing from this constant fighting but seeing how quick he was when he was awake to console her, and ensure those crybaby tears stopped was heart warming. He had the potential to be such a good dad if he would just set the drugs aside but maybe that was too much to ask.

“My-my tv is gone, all-all my stuff is gone!” With frantic eyes, you both pushed open the door to see the room a wreck, and multiple items missing. Some of her blankets on her bed, her stuffed animals gone, even her piggy bank that had nearly $500 in it. It had taken over a year to save it, in hopes of starting a fund for her when she was 18, and now it was just gone. 

You couldn’t hold back the tears, feeling like everything was just crumbling down. They flowed freely down your cheeks, Marshall noticing and trying to pull you in to his side with his other arm but you waved him off, walking into the bedroom and closing the door. How much more of this could you take? There were shootings at least once a week, you were barely able to afford food, living off food stamps that barely covered shit. Whenever it seemed to be going great or a little better than before, everything would just turn to shit.

As you slumped down onto the bed, you couldn't help but notice the bathroom light still open, the shattered mirror from the night before slightly ajar.

Pushing yourself off the bed, you walked into the room with a dreadful feeling, hoping you weren't right. Taking a deep breath, you opened the object only to find the 3 pill bottles completely empty with their lids off, how much shit did he fucking take.

There was a knock at the door pulling you from your thoughts, but when you heard his voice asking if he could come in your blood boiled. When you didn't respond he pushed the door open, Sara no longer in his hands. When he saw you had found the empty bottles, he had a guilty look on his face but not remorseful.

There was a dead silence as you stood with your arms crossed shooting daggers his way.

"Tell me again that you're not fucking using. I'm not fucking stupid. How do you expect me to become closer with you when you can't even own your shit! This is getting old, and I don't know how much longer I can do this!" A switch like the atomic bomb flipped inside of him and he wasn't thinking before he pushed you on the mattress as you pounded against his chest, but you were never a match compared to his strength.

He folded his hands around the warmth of your neck, shaking you in place but not squeezing hard enough to cut off circulation.

"You don't know what it's like! Who the fuck are you to judge me huh? We're livin in this broke down piece of shit fuckin trailer, I'm tryin to fuckin write songs and start a good life for us, while you bring some dude around our fuckin kids when I'm not home, actin like you perfect, you ain't perfect either!" The tears welled in your eyes in a mix of emotions. He was right neither of you were but how did you get to this point. You had a plan, a good one, but everything kept getting taken away from you. It was like playing ring around the rosey but always falling down. You stared into his ocean eyes while sniffling when he finally released your neck.

"Fuck!" He screamed with profound irritation. You were both tired of fighting nearly every day, it was draining but the love was still there even if it was minuscule at times.

"Can you tell me truthfully I'm not being replaced by your fuckin' boss at work?" His eyes settled for a moment, just needing to know the truth.

"Marshall there is nothing there, nothing has happened. I'm just trying to find someone to watch the kids and I clearly have to even when I'm not home." A sorrowful look of hurt and guilt crossed over his face. You weren't wrong that he wasn't trustworthy to his own god damn kids and he wasn't wrong that you should've at least asked him about Andrei watching the kids. He was a private man, he didn't like strangers around the house let alone his kids.

As your breathing steadied, Marshall buried his head in the crook of your neck, allowing a singular tear to slip from his eye and land on your skin. He wanted to be better a father, a better boyfriend but it was so difficult during times like these.

"You need to get help baby..." A choked sob escaped you. You hated seeing him like this, he was better than this.

He had gone five months sober and when you noticed the signs he was using again you hadn't asked again after how irritable he was with you the first time, until today at least.

This wasn’t all on him though, the relationship issues anyway.

in his own head he felt there was no going forward, there was no escaping the impending, disastrous thoughts in his mind. The drugs soothed those intrusive thoughts, how could he lose himself inside his own head if he was asleep?

“I know, I know…” You both layed there for a moment in each others company. Neither of you calling the cops about the break in since they never seemed to actually do anything given where you lived.

“Maybe we should take the kids out for dinner or something, get Ellie’s mind off her things being gone.”

“Well how much do we got in the account?” You shook your head, sitting up and waving your hands up in the air with defeat.

“Not enough. I think altogether for the month we have around $120.” Fuck. He couldn’t do shit for his kids but somehow had enough money to get drugs? His mind twirled, the stress and realizing his priorities weren’t straight pressing an immense weight on his shoulders.

A thought crossed his mind of what if he started to sell only using every now and then? That would surely bring in money, especially around this neighborhood and keep you afloat for the time being but he didn’t say it.

He also had to worry about the kids. He refused to let them be homeless.

“Let’s take them we’ll figure it out. We aigh’t now?”

“Only if you promise me you’ll get help. I’m here to support you, okay?” Your hand caressed down his cheek as you stared into his baby blue hues, he nuzzled into your touch nodding before helping you out of bed.

Ellie was sat coloring with the crayons she still had on the living room floor wrapped in a blanket. That was another thing you were behind on, the fucking heat bill but that was a concern for another day. Luckly the electric and water seemed to still be on for the time being.

Marshall swooped her up in his arms peppering her face with loving kisses while ruffling her hair. He was always so good with her, such a caring dad and the sight made your heart melt. Moments like these made the fights seem almost pointless.

“Are you and mommy done fighting?” Her voice was so sweet and innocent, her small fist clenching and grasping at Marshall’s white shirt. The small gesture warning his heart. He just wanted his daughter to be happy.

“Yes baby. Daddy loves mommy we just have a lot going on, adult stuff you don’t need to worry about. Let’s get you and sissy some dinner, okay?” She nodded against him, perking up when he mentioned McDonald’s. It wasn’t the healthiest but it was affordable and it made her happy and that was all that mattered right now.

Passing her to you, Marshall went out to the car throwing a raggedy, old gray sweatshirt on before lighting a cigarette as he started the car. It took him about three times for the car to turn over, rickety old piece of shit, he was just grateful the heat was working for his angels. Checking the glove box, he ensured his gun was still there while a car passed by slowly, music blaring. He was skeptical of everyone and everything in this neighborhood, especially when something like today happens for the fifth time this year.

Pushing the door open, Marshall rushed to your aide to help Ellie down the stairs, avoiding the section with a nail sticking out of the wood while you carried Sara in your arms.

“Should we get gas?” You shrugged, nodding and informing him you still had work and Ellie had daycare to attend.

“How much we’re paying for that again?”

“Nearly $100 a month.” He hasn’t realized how expensive it was, scoffing and mentioning how the government expects people to live off minimum wage jobs and take care of their children.

Dinner seemed to be going smoothly, Ellie was making friends and playing in the play pin section of the restaurant while you and Marshall sat with Sara near the window in a close distance, sharing a milkshake while laughing over the memories of the past.

“Be careful sweetie!” Marshall yelled after Ellie noticing how close she was to slipping a falling off a plastic cube. She nodded to her dad, going back to her activity.

He couldn’t help but glance down at your tits, they’d gotten so big from the swelling of breast feeding. One of the things he loved that happened when you were pregnant. He bit down on his bottom lip intrigued, making a comment about how even after giving birth he still would take you right here right now over this table had their been no kids around.

Smacking him playfully with your cup, you giggled. It was about time she needed to be fed but before you could excuse yourself to the restroom, Ellie came up to have a drink break, not wasting a minute before she blurted out,

“Mommy, when is Andre coming over again? He likes to color with me and he talks about you a lot…” You we’re at a standstill for words, being left speechless by your toddler. Marshall’s jaw clenched, his hand forming a fist as he held his composure. He simply said, “Believe me now? Hows that for truth?” Ellie yanked on her dads sleeve, asking for a refill on her drink giving you the perfect way out of the situation.

“I’m going to feed Sara, I’ll be back in a couple minutes.

“Yeah, aight. You do that.” Arriving home, the car ride was mostly silent. Marshall laid Ellie down in your bed as she fell asleep in the car, too worried about her being in her own room and the same for Sara moving her crib for the night near the back corner of your room where the light wouldn’t be in her face but she’d still be close.

While you were still in the living room changing laundry, he stumbled into the back of the closet, reaching for a small box that was hidden under a flap in the carpet, popping a pill or two in his mouth, rinsing them down with water from the sink.

He closed the door lightly to not wake either of your kids, walking out into the living room and not hiding that he was not in a good mood, slouching down into the couch.

“So when the fuck did you plan on telling me that he been coming over into my fucking house with my fucking kids? You didn’t even ask me.” You sighed, knowing that resurfacing the topic if anything to with Andre would end badly, especially after the comment Ellie made.

“It was only one time babe, you were out with your friends, I was working late, Nate was out of town. I didn’t exactly have a choice. Those things Ellie said, I understand you are upset but until we can find someone else I don’t know what you expect me to do or what we’re going to do come next week.” Closing the dryer, you accompanied him on the couch, not looking for a fight but a resolution, but he loved to fight.

“I don’t want some strange, douchebag guy that wants to sleep with my girl around my kids Y/N. Plain and simple. Don’t worry about next week I’ll figure it out.” The way he ended the sentence meant there was no room for any other decisions. He wouldn’t allow it and quite frankly he was ready to choke this bitch out and arrange a little meetup in an ally to beat the shit out of him “And I don’t want a boyfriend who is high all the damn time yet here we are. Your bad habit isn’t just killing you, it’s killing us.” Yeah maybe you were right but maybe his trust issues got in the way of that cause as far as he was concerned if he saw Andre or even heard about him being here again he was gonna call up some of his buddied and make him a dead man.

This constant back and forth bullshit was getting you nowhere and frustrating the every living fuck out of him.

“I promise you I’ll go into rehab again once we get this shit figured out. But you gotta promise he ain’t coming around our kids anymore, and tell him to get rid of this fuckin number.”

“ And I will okay? No more Andre. I promise.” He nodded still not believing this guy was going to leave you alone but for now he wanted to relax, the pills already taking effect and making him drowsy he just hoped you couldn’t tell. Trying to avert attention from himself, his hands grasped your thighs pulling you into his lap and caressing your ass cheeks making you giggle.

“What’re you doing?”

“What I cant feel my girl up? C’mon the kids are asleep. We could get in a round or two.” That would be nice and a big stress relief, you could already feel his large bulge growing beneath you, causing your pussy to throb in anticipation while you rolled your hips down against him before pulling your shirt off, revealing your breasts.

“What’re you waiting for then?” You leaned in closely to his ear, lips just brushing over the bottom lobe and biting playfully.

“Fuck me.”

[sturniyolos]

Makeup sex with Matt makes me go feral.

You don’t even know how you ended up in this situation. One moment you were yelling at Matt because he got home way later than he told you, then the next moment you’re bent over the couch arm rest, skin slapping heard across the apartment.

“I just don’t get how hard it is to leave a quick message or even a phone call.” You exclaim, yelling at him. Matt went to a party with a few friends, and you knew that. But, you didn’t know he’d be coming home at 3am instead of 12am like he promised you.

“Listen, you need to calm dow-“

“Calm down? Imagine if I did the same shit, you would be livid. Don’t tell me to calm down.” You say, laughing at his statement.

“If you calm down, I’ll give you the explanation you so badly want.” He states, crossing his arms.

You finally took a deep breath, and sat on the couch arm rest, waiting for his answer.

“I didn’t drink, I was the DD the whole night. I dropped off a couple of friends to their house, some of them living in downtown LA, alright? I’m sorry I didn’t-“

“Oh? Now you’re sorry? You’re sorry because I had to voice that you pissed me off?” You say standing up, getting even more mad than earlier. You can tell Matt was getting frustrated with you, cutting him off for the last 20 minutes— but he needed to know that you were extremely upset.

“Y/N, I swear to God if you don’t let me finish explaining I’m gonna-“

His voice got deeper, his eyes got darker— and you got wetter.

“You’re just a pussy, bro. You can’t even call your girl letting-“

That’s when Matt took matter into his own hands and placed his big hand over your throat, putting slight pressure as he made out with you, hard.

“Awe. Who’s the pussy now— tell me?” He questions, pulling away from the heated kiss to look down at you as you sit down on the arm rest once again. He waited for an answer as you looked up at him licking his lips. You were starting to regret even starting an argument with him as you knew you would be on this couch, begging for him for God knows how long.

“Strip. Right now.” He states, taking his hand off of your throat and pulling the fabric of your shirt.

You did as he said and you started to strip. As you take off your underwear, your slick was all over you including your thighs.

“God, you’re pathetic.” He says, rubbing your sensitive clit. You immediately moan as his pace goes faster.

“So, you start all this shit with me because it gets you turned on? Is that right?” He asks, shoving his middle and ring finger into your heat. You gasp loudly and you look down— the wet sounds coming from your pussy and his fingers made you even more wet [if that was even possible].

“Oh? So now you don’t wanna talk? C’mon baby— let’s hear that voice of yours. You weren’t acting like this a few minutes ago.” He says, leaving kissing and love bites all over your neck. You couldn’t even talk at this point, pleasure overtaking you.

Matt starts to feel you getting tighter, notifying him that you’re close. The knot is almost about to break until he pulls his fingers out, you look up at him as he sucks your juices off his fingers. He didn’t let any go to waste.

He takes matters into his own hands and flips you around, bending you over the arm rest. You hear him take off his shirt, unbuckling his belt, then his jeans.

“M-Matt I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to c-cause any-”

“You gotta speak up sweetheart, what’d you say?” He says in your ear, making you arch your back while he slides his own hand up and down his cock.

“I said I was-“

That was the last sentence said before he slides into you, stretching you out completely. You let out a pornographic moan as he didn’t even give you time to adjust to his size— he started to fuck you like he hated you.

“You want me all to yourself, huh? So selfish of you.” He says, thrusts getting harder, faster, deeper— you name it. All his built up anger you caused, he was letting it out on you.

“So fucking needy. Look at you, you’re finally being quiet like the good girl you’re supposed to be.” He states as he holds your waist, pressing your thumbs against your back— arching your back so much more.

“Say you’re sorry.” He states as he slows down his thrusts.

“‘M sorry.” You say in a rush, out of breath and for him to just continue fucking your brains out.

“Tsk. I know you can do better than that. Again.” He says, but completely stopping what he was doing.

Matt puts your soft hair into a makeshift ponytail with one hand , and gripping your ass with the other.

“Matt, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah?” He asks.

Slap.

“For what?”

Slap.

“F-for giving you attitude.”

Slap.

“And?”

Slap.

“For getting mad at you and going off on you.” You say looking back at him with pleading eyes. If Matt said he didn’t almost cum from you looking at him like that, his ass would be lying.

“There you go. See— was that so hard?” He asks softly, resuming his deadly thrusts.

He lets go of your ponytail and you put your hands behind your back, he grabs both of your hands with his one hand using it as support to go even harder than he was earlier.

You were getting closer and closer to your release, and so was Matt. He needed you to cum first before he did.

“Baby, can I cum? Please?” You ask pathetically, drool leaving your mouth.

“Don’t know, you think you deserve it?” He asks, kissing your bare shoulder. He knew you deserved it, you always deserved it, you just had to work a little harder this time.

“Matt, p-please. I apologized and I-I did everything you asked, please.” You said, clenching your pussy as you knew this would make him fold.

“Go on then. Cum on me. Cum on me like the slut you are.” He states, his thrusts becoming so fast the couch began shaking. As the knot gets tighter, you get louder. He puts his hand over your mouth as you get closer and closer to release.

“You take me so good baby, you know that?”

“This pussy all mine, no one else’s, mine.”

“Gonna fill you up till you can’t take anymore, mama.” He whispers directly in your ear. Those ten words are what did it for you, the knot snaps and you start cumming all over his cock.

“Fucking s-shit, mmmfph.” You state, gripping the couch cushions while trying to overcome your orgasm but also to prepare yourself for Matt’s high.

“I ain’t stopping, baby. You gon take every single drop, yeah?” He asks. He knew you wanted him to fill you up but as always, you had to work for it.

“Fill me u-up. Don’t stop, please I-I’m begging.” You plead, slowly but surely recovering from your orgasm.

“Begging just for me? You’re so cute.” He chuckles while still thrusting in your tight hole.

One last hard thrust, his cum paints your walls white. You feel the warmth as he finishes, slowly fucking his orgasm into you. You smile as you feel your insides being full with Matt. As Matt tries to catch his breath, you feel him pull out of you slowly as you stay bent over the arm rest. He looks down at your pussy and spreads your asscheeks— smiling to himself as he observes his seed and your cum mixed with one another, dripping down your thigh.

“Now what did we learn today?” Matt asks you, going around the couch to face you as he puts his pointer finger on your chin.

“Don’t cut you off while you’re talking.” You said. Matt stared at you, proud of his accomplishment. Your hair all tangled, your lips all red and swollen, your neck showing a variety of different colors and you being all sweaty and filled up with his load.

“Good girl. Let’s go get cleaned up, yeah?”

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[greengoblinswifey]

Thanks for ur answers on the dbf!rafe asks, I’m loving them sm 😍😍 ur so talented!! How do u think reader’s dad would eventually react if he found out abt rafe and reader? 😳😳 not like I would want that to happen but I’m just so curious abt what would happen, I know he’d be pissed but like how would he react specifically

a/n— you’re so messy for this and thank you for the kind words <3

You knew it was only a matter of time before your secret with Rafe came out. The stolen glances, the way he lingered just a bit too long at family gatherings, and the late night “errands” you claimed to be running together, it was all bound to unravel eventually. But you hadn’t expected it to happen like this.

Your dad’s voice thundered through the house, shaking the very walls. “You’re what with Rafe?!”

You flinched at the volume, but Rafe stood his ground beside you, calm and composed as ever. His hand rested lightly on your lower back, a silent reminder that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Dad, calm down,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Calm down?!” your dad repeated, his face heated with disbelief. “My little girl? Really, Rafe?” His gaze turned to Rafe, livid. “You’re supposed to be family, and this is what you do? You go behind my back, with my daughter?”

“Look, I understand how this looks—” Rake spoke, his tone measured but firm.

“How this looks?!” your dad barked, stepping closer to him. “This is disgusting! She’s half your age. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Dad,” you interrupted, stepping between them. “It’s not like that. He didn’t take advantage of me. I’m an adult, and I wanted this too.”

Your dad’s eyes darted to you, betrayal etched across his face. “You’re defending him? You’ve been sneaking around with my best friend, and you think I’m just going to be okay with this?”

Rafe’s jaw clenched, but he kept his tone steady. “I’m not here to cause problems. I care about her. This isn’t some fling. I’m serious about her.”

“Serious? With my daughter? You’ve known her since she was a kid, Rafe. Do you even hear yourself?” your dad said, letting out a bitter laugh.

“I know how it sounds,” Rafe admitted, his voice low. “But she’s not a kid anymore, and my feelings for her are real. I’d never hurt her.”

“Your feelings?” your dad spat. “You’re my best friend. How long has this been going on? How long have you been fucking my daughter behind my back?”

“Dad, stop!” you said, your voice shaking. “This isn’t about you. It’s about me and Rafe. I love him.”

Your dad’s expression twisted with disbelief and anger. “Love? You think this is love? He’s taking advantage of you, and you’re too blind to see it.”

“I would never take advantage of her, you know that’s not me. I care about her more than anything, and I’d do whatever it takes to prove that to you,” Rafe said as he stepped forward, his calm demeanor cracking slightly

“Prove it?” your dad snapped, his voice rising again. “You already betrayed me, Rafe. There’s no coming back from this. I should kill you.”

There was a tense silence before your dad sighed heavily, shaking his head. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“Dad,” you started softly, stepping closer to him, “I know this is hard for you, but Rafe isn’t what you’re making him out to be. He’s good to me. He makes me happier than anyone else ever has.”

Your dad looked between you and Rafe, his anger simmering under the surface. Finally, he pointed a shaking finger at Rafe. “You’d better take care of her, because if you don’t, I swear to God, I’ll make you regret it. I’ll fucking kill you.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Rafe said firmly, his gaze unwavering.

Your dad shook his head, his face a mixture of hurt and fury. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, walking out of the room.

The silence that followed was deafening. Rafe turned to you, his hand brushing against your arm. “That could’ve gone worse,” he said softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You gave him a small, shaky smile. “Much worse.”

“You’re worth every risk,” he murmured, tilting your chin to his lips.

“And you’re worth every argument,” you whispered, leaning into his kiss.

[diorsluv]

casual , part 5

“ i thought you thought of me better ”

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edwards.73

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next chapter notes ) hey loves guess who didn’t proofread!!! I FEEL LIKE THIS IS LESS AND LESS ENTERTAINING IDKKK

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust@alwaysclassyeagle@love4ldr@inhoodmood@bunting58@crazycat-ladys-blog@smoooore@bunbunbl0gs

[storytellingbadger]

Impact Event | chapter 5 sneak peek #2

Warning for plenty of swearing. Blue Moon bullying Eclipse (who deserves it) and having the time of his life.

Solar crawled from the playscape, bracing himself for a volley of mockery - but instead, Blue Moon waved smugly from the security desk, beaming wickedly from cheek to cheek.

“Behold. My inimitable genius.”

Beside him sat Eclipse. Or, more accurately, beside him was a restrained, livid Eclipse. 

Blue Moon had bolted him to a chair with what looked like at least three rolls of industrial duct tape. 

Only the crimson tips of his fingers, belled toes and head protruded from the criss-cross cat’s cradle of tape. Apoplectic lightning-yellow eyes beheld Blue Moon with a loathing that seemed somehow transcendental, a hatred that defied the laws of time and space. Solar didn’t know it was possible for a mechanical faceplate to contort with so much sheer, murderous venom.

Conversely, the blue-eyed Moon looked immeasurably pleased with himself. He lounged on the edge of the security desk with satisfied glee, relishing being safely in scratching range of a de-clawed Eclipse, duct-taped into immobility.

“I can feel the hate,” grinned Blue Moon, wafting a hand through the air as if soaking in the smell of freshly baked bread or a bubbling pot, “It’s nice. Lucky we don’t have hair, because taking that off a human would suck.”

“I’m going to get out of here, you insufferable son of a bitch,” whispered Eclipse wildly, “And I’m going to find out if it’s possible to beat someone to death with a roll of fucking tape.”

“Well, it’s important to have dreams,” grinned Blue Moon, obnoxiously pretending to crack his knuckles and hopping to his feet, “In the meantime, I’ve got to head out. Back in an hour. This way, Captain Epiphany over there—” he pointed at Solar, “—and the resident bleeding heart—” he pointed at Blue Eyes, “—don’t have to worry about you being yourself. And hey, check it out.” He spun the chair slowly, rotating Eclipse like an eight-feet rotisserie chicken. Wordless, blistering static tumbled from Eclipse in place of indescribable rage as he span. “Top tier DIY home entertainment.”

“I will end your life,” spat Eclipse as he spun back the right way.

“Like you ended your Sun’s liberty,” retorted Blue Moon.

Almost hysterically, Solar wondered if it would be practical to laugh himself hoarse and punch Blue Moon at the same time.

“Go fuck yourself, Bluey,” snarled Eclipse.

“You’d know what that’s like, since your Sun rejected you.”

“Oh my god,” groaned Blue Eyes, rubbing his face, “Can we not? Please?”

Blue Moon spun the chair again. “It’s not my fault I’m the only one here who’s still got his Sun.”

“Moon!” snapped Blue Eyes, “Enough.”

“What? Too soon?”

“You know full w—yes. Too much, too… too everything!”

“Mm. Fun police,” grumbled Blue Moon, fixing his hat as he headed past towards the castle doors. “Fine, I’m gone. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t, or whatever. Back in a bit.”

Blue Eyes stared hard at the floor, tangerine rays rattling in their housing, and Blue Moon flicked one as he passed. The sunny-model didn’t so much as flinch.

“Hey. I wouldn’t leave you here with these freaking stowaways if I didn’t have to, you know?”

“I know,” mumbled Blue Eyes, “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” said Blue Moon, his teeth-bared grin dulling at the edges as his gossamer gaze hardened. “It’s okay, I can ask—”

“No, I’m good. Just be fast. And stay safe.”

“Always do, brother.” Blue Moon ducked his head briefly to knock his forehead against his brother’s, the contact there and gone in less than a second, before the lunar-model swept towards the doors. “Don’t take any crap from them, Sun. I won’t be long.”

“Can you just never come back?” yelled Eclipse after Blue Moon’s retreating back, “Ever?”

Blue Moon threw a middle finger gesture over his shoulder as the castle doors closed, leaving Solar, Eclipse and Blue Eyes behind.

Eclipse let loose a rasping, rippling growl of relief. “I didn’t think it was possible to hate a Moon more than mine, but you learn something new every day.”

Solar snorted darkly and snapped a photo, cranking the shutter snicker-click obnoxiously loud. “I don’t know. Bastard’s growing on me.”

(Impact Event on AO3 here. Plus Blue Moon character ref here and Blue Eyes character ref here.)

[slapjacq]

I am ill. Not okay. I’ve cried and thrown a tissue box at the wall. Then proceeded to scream at said wall for twenty minutes. Yes I am melodramatic, no I don’t care. I am still in therapy for a reason. Nevertheless, this episode was bonkers, off the wall batshit insane. Like genuinely so good that it almost adds to the tragedy of it all.

Here are my immediate and unfiltered thoughts from my post episode freak out that I have to put somewhere because if I don’t, I will, in fact, explode.

Warning: spoilers up the wazoo, a lot of profanity

First and foremost: Daniel, old Maniel, I can count on you to always keep it a buck, and for that I thank you.

Armand you piece of fucking shit I swear on everything that is holy, you are no longer babygirl, you bitch ass hoe, go stick that fucking doe eyed face up someone else ass you stupid fucking piece of shit. “i cOULD nOt pReVEnt iT” FUCK YOU MEAN YOU COULDNT PREVENT IT YOURE 500 YEARS OLD, YOU SOLD THEM OUT TO BEGIN WITH. YOU STOP TIME, CAN CONTROL BODIES, PLANT IDEAS INTO PEOPLE HEADS, READ PEOPLES MINDS AND THE BITTY BABY VAMPIRE ARMAND COULDNT DO ANYTHIGN ABOUT IT? SUCK MY DICK AND KISS ME MERRY GO TRH THAG SHIT ELSEWHERE (shout out Assad for really giving his all with the whole puppy dog eyes this entire episode 10/10 would fall for them if not the circumstances). I can’t believe I actually was defending this dude a few episodes ago, I literally can’t defend anything else from here moving forward.

Claudia and Madeline deserve to watch these assholes burn and the fact they died such painful deaths should warrant the gods to set the sky alight with constellations of their love. They were allowed NOTHING but a small taste of happiness before it was shredded away from them. No one is EVER gonna villainize them, not to me, not ever. Roxanne absolutely was incredible, and Delainey, in the coming future, better up there as an A-list actor because she has been that astoundingly good. (That goes for everyone here honestly, but Delainey and Roxanne really deserve their flowers here).

Santiago has a special place in hell. I simply cannot wait to watch him die. Decapitation is too kind for him, put him through pain and fury before sending him to hell. Ben Daniels you son of a bitch you played the villain so well. I damn near jumped through the screen when he began to read Claudia’s diaries with a shitty NOLA accent, I have never been so livid in my life.

The rest of Theatre: “All of you motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow.” -Tupac Shakur

Louis GET UP LEAVE YOUR WIFE DUDE YOU KNOW ITS BULLSHIT and honestly I’m not even going to rag on him this episode because the poor man has gone through too much. Jacob was absolutely brilliant in all of this, and honestly I literally will never stop talking about the performances in this show. Regardless, the upcoming rage is justified and I when get to watch him massacre these assholes, I will cackle with the same glee a schoolboy has after he disintegrates ants with a magnifying glass.

And finally Lestat. He rose on the third day and served cunt and made me ball like the mommy issues toting bitch I am. Sam, my man, you knocked it out of the fucking ballpark. Magnificent. Lestat, fucking bastard. You messy bitch. When you get out of whatever the Theatre is doing to you big man, I better see you read Armand to filth. I better see the same from the other. They both deserve to be dragged to hell and back.

Also Daniel Hart is a genius, just really fills your soul with dread this entire episode, I mean the score was filthy, vivid, and hauntingly gorgeous. The violins at the beginning were nasty work and had me fully hypnotized for the entire 50 minutes.

SFX is killing it, everytime, making it all believable and absolutely the worst someone could imagine it to be. I full body contorted at the sight of the sliced ankles.

Shoutout costume department also did its thing. Santiago’s costume was top tier camp. And Lestat’s suit was absolutely everything. Gender envy 11/10.

I could sit here all day and go on about how all the cast and crew did a fucking fantastic job. Like you can really tell they put their heart and soul into this episode.

I mean dear god I’m going to be in shambles for the next two years this episode was insane.

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

The Boogeyman

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish X F!Reader

If he took you to the US there was a chance the military there would help cover up wherever you were in hopes that Phil would help them. A clear mind was the only thing he needed right now, Simon was already getting started on the search. God, he missed you even more right now.

A/N:thank you to everyone who voted for this fic! I got inspired by a tiktok and the idea has been sitting in my mind for ages, hope you enjoy! warnings:kidnapping, gore, violence, guns, mentions of war crimes, torture, language

The house was nearly silent, nothing but the sound of the wind howling outside could be heard throughout the halls. Johnny had let you know he wouldn’t be able to talk much during his newest mission, needing to lay low. You understood, of course you did, this was something he couldn’t talk about and you wouldn’t risk that for him. He’d left behind one of his favorite hoodies, wearing it enough that his cologne and natural scent had seeped into the fabric. It was a nice surprise to find during one of the more lonely nights. You’d curled up on the couch, hoodie nearly swallowing you whole as you watched one of your shows. Had you been aware, you would’ve noticed the figures creeping by the windows. Bodies casting shadows as they slipped in through the partially open windows. It was a habit you’d gotten into during the warmer months, complaining that it would be easier to get central air.

Your screams were muffled by a gloved hand, needle pressing into the skin of your bicep as you fell limp into your captors arms. A nod sent to one of their comrades, a discreetly placed note left on the kitchen table. Johnny would be in for quite the surprise when he finally made it home, the traitor.

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To say he was tired would be an understatement, but Johnny wanted nothing more than to be back in your arms. He lived for your cuddles, the way your hands seemed to ease all the aches and pains he suffered while he was away. A simple touch would drive away all the negative thoughts that were slowly creeping up on his mind. Running a hand down his face he tightened his other hand around the keyring he’d been holding onto. He was home earlier than expected, which meant he’d have more time to spend with you.

Sliding the key in slowly he bit his lower lip gently, unlocking the door as carefully as he was able so as not to alert you of his arrival. Once the lock was done he opened the door slowly, stepping inside to see where you were hiding. Except, there was nothing, silence hung heavy in the air like a thick weighted blanket. Had you stepped out to go shopping and he had come home before you’d gotten back? Sure, that must’ve been what’d happened. Slipping off his boots he headed towards the kitchen in search of a snack. The place looked clean, it stopped him in his tracks as he suddenly realized that there wasn’t a single thing out of place. It was why your marriage worked so well, he’d joked and called you scatterbrained at the best of times while he was a clean freak. You only ever cleaned up when you knew he was coming home, and he’d lied and said the mission was taking longer.

A folded note on the kitchen table caught his attention, his heart racing in his chest as he gingerly picked it up.

Johnny boy.

If you’re looking for your girl, well she’s taken a nice little visit with me and my boys. Might want to find her sooner than later, time’s a ticking.

Graves.

Johnny was angry, downright livid that Graves had managed to slip through his fingers and get to the one person he tried so hard to protect. Shit, he needed to call the guys and get started on a way to find you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

“I’m gonna find you bonnie, swear on my life.” Johnny turned towards the door, stopping in his tracks as the realization hit him fully.

They’d managed to find where you lived, they’d come to your home and taken you while he was far enough that he couldn’t stop them. God what if they were torturing you to get information? He’d tried so hard to keep his work and home life separate, not wanting you to hear about the things he’d done. He could cry later when you were safe in his arms once more, for now he needed to be strong and make sure they could get to you. Pulling out his phone Johnny dialed Simon’s number, hoping the other man was still at base.

“Johnny you know better than to be calling me so soon, we just saw each other this mornin’.” Simon wasn’t annoyed per se, but he wanted a few moments of peace.

“Graves took her, he took my fucking wife.” His voice had dipped low, a gravelly tone that would send any normal person panicking.

“Shit, how long ago did you get home?” Simon pushed himself away from the desk in front of him, heading down to Price’s office.

“Not even five minutes, found a note from the sick bastard.” Johnny was slowly going from worried to livid, he’d gut the man like a fish when he got his hands on him.

“Bring the note ‘ere, gonna call Laswell to see what we can do.” Simon hung up before he could utter another word, leaving the Scot to gather his things and make the drive back.

He slid the note into a plastic baggie, not wanting to risk anything happening to it before it could be analyzed by everyone available. Setting down the note he began to scour your shared home, how could they have gotten inside with all the alarms he’d set in place before leaving. Each floorboard that creaked beneath his foot was a reminder of how old the house was. It was then that he saw it, a window, cracked no more than four inches. You’d been complaining to him for months about wanting to get central air, and he’d promised to do it when he came back home.

Stepping over to the window he closed it carefully, clicking the latch so that it could no longer be opened from the outside. People looked at Johnny and assumed he was an idiot that didn’t know how things worked, and it definitely worked in his favor. If people were to assume he couldn’t handle things properly, they’d doubt his ability which gave him ample time to prepare. At the moment he was debating on what would work best, if Graves believed he was an idiot he’d get to you sooner. However, if Graves had bothered to read his file he’d know that Johnny had graduated top of his class in all aspects. He reached for the ring dangling from a chain on his neck, pressing a kiss to the cold metal. Without thinking he grabbed the note and his coat, Graves wouldn’t take you out of the country unless he wanted to risk exposure. If the wrong people saw what he was doing, Graves would be targeted quicker, and word would get back sooner.

If he took you to the US there was a chance the military there would help cover up wherever you were in hopes that Phil would help them. A clear mind was the only thing he needed right now, Simon was already getting started on the search. God, he missed you even more right now.

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Phil’s laugh echoed throughout the room you were currently being held in, they’d cuffed your ankle to the bed so that you couldn’t try to escape, even if you wouldn’t dare try. These were people who could kill you without feeling any type of remorse or thought, it was disgusting. The only thing you were truly thankful for was that they’d let you keep Johnny’s hoodie. It was obvious it wasn’t yours, given the size of it, and the fading scent was helping keep you sane.

“Now, c’mon sweetheart you know I’m only doing this because of who your husband is. The man’s a traitor and needs to pay for his crimes.” You pulled your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Go to fucking hell.” You spat angrily, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You’re making this harder than it needs to be, just make the video and we can all put this behind us.” Phil was slowly losing patience with you, he’d tie you to the chair if need be.

“I know you won’t let me go once he turns himself in, I wasn’t born fucking yesterday.” It was a ploy, a way to get Johnny here so they could capture him.

Phil sighed, nodding towards one of the other men dressed entirely in black to grab you off the bed. They moved like robots, grabbing onto your arms and legs as you kicked and screamed to be let go, ignoring your cries. Your arms and legs were tied to the chair, a small video camera facing where you sat. This is what they’d wanted, to make it seem like they were doing horrific things in order to get you to crack. Now while being kidnapped and cuffed to a bed wasn't a walk in the park, they hadn’t caused any physical harm to you, yet.

“Now, why don’t you be a good girl and beg for your dear husband to come and save you.” The red blinking light alluded to the fact that he was filming this.

“Eat shit you asshole.” You glared at him angrily behind the camera, defiant as ever.

“I was hoping it didn’t come to this.” The two men standing beside you stepped back as Phil walked over.

Your eyes widened with fear as he raised his hand, a harsh palm connecting with the skin of your cheek. Your cries echoed in the room, skin blooming with a painful scorching heat as another blow connected to the already bruising skin. 

“Please! Please stop!” You could hardly take anymore, he’d only hit you twice and you were crying out for Johnny to save you.

“Beg for him dollface, I can go all night if need be.” Phil’s voice sent shivers down your spine, if he was willing to slap you, what else was he willing to do?

“Johnny, please, I need you.” Your cries were weak, eye swelling as your cheek began to throb harder.

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard.” Phil stepped away from you, letting the camera get a few more moments of your sobbing before stopping the recording.

He handed the tape off to one of the other Shadows, telling them to upload it encrypted and send it to Laswell. Phil wasn’t an idiot, they’d send the whole damn task force to find you, he was sure of it. The only person he needed was Mr. MacTavish, and maybe Ghost but he wasn’t going to hold his breath for that one. The two Shadows standing behind your chair waited for further instructions. With a single nod they began to untie you, chaining you back to the bed before leaving the room. 

Their instructions were clear, nothing was to happen to you unless Phil gave the order, it was a simple routine for them. No one was on high alert, the video wouldn’t reach Laswell for at least another day, and by then there’d be another video sent out. Phil wasn’t sure what to make of you, you seemed too nice for a degenerate like Johnny.

“Make sure she’s got food and water later, don’t need her getting too weak.” Now, anyone who knew Phil knew he wasn’t the best type of guy, but you were just collateral right now.

“Sure thing boss.” The Shadow outside of your room relaxed as the other two exited, locking the door behind themselves.

You curled up on your side, clutching your cheek as gently as you could, unable to stop the tears that were streaming down your face. The pain was excruciating, radiating through your head like lightning. Praying to whatever higher power would listen, you hoped and prayed that Johnny would find you soon and get you out of his hell.

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Johnny angrily stormed out of the room, ready to tear apart Graves limb from limb until his screams were the only thing that everyone could hear. How dare that disgusting filth put his hands on you, the sound of your cries would haunt his dreams. Simon knew better than to follow him, everyone needed to figure out the best course of action that would get you back to safety. It wouldn’t do any of them good to go in head first.

“Will you fuck off! I’ve made it clear I’m not interested, so fuck off!” Simon’s head whipped around at Johnny’s pissed off tone, who the hell was he talking to?

Price ran out of the briefing room, coming between Johnny and a newer recruit that couldn’t quite take a hint.

“Hey! What the hell’s going on out here?” Price placed a hand on Johnny’s shoulder, pushing him further away from the recruit.

“This little hussie will not take the hint that I am happily married and do not understand I am their superior!” Johnny was beyond enraged, steam nearly pouring out of his ears with how angry he was.

“Soap, go sit down and take a breather, you are coming with me.” Price turned to face the recruit, tired of the shit he’d been dealing with because of her.

Her jaw dropped open, she was really about to get lectured by her captain because Johnny couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut? Johnny went back into the briefing room, shoulders tense as his gaze landed back on the screen. Your eyes were shining with tears, tears that he couldn’t wipe away because you were still fucking missing. Price was walking the recruit down to his office, ready to stop this whole mess once and for all.

“Sir I’m really sorry, I thought Johnny was into me, we’ve been flirting for a while.” She pouted her lip, eyes wide with what he assumed to be faux innocence.

“I know that’s a lie private, Soap’s made you run extra laps because you flirted and wouldn’t listen. Now if you’re going to ignore your superiors I will have you removed from this base.” It was harsh, probably the harshest thing he’d done in a while.

“Captain!” She was outraged, all because of some harmless flirting they were about to send her away.

“I will not repeat myself private. You are going to respect your Sergeant or I will have you removed by 0900 tomorrow.” Price was done with the conversation, there were more important things for him to worry about than some young punk flirting with one of his men.

She turned away from him, heading back towards the barracks with her shoulders tense and rigid.

“Better hope he doesn’t kill her, Johnny.” Her words were sharp, slicing through his chest before he had the chance to realize what she’d meant.

Johnny’s head whipped up and towards where the, now dejected, private was heading towards their private quarters. However, she hadn’t planned on Simon being close enough to hear her words, stalking behind her silently. Johnny wanted to follow after him, to get more information that he was so desperate for, but he knew better. Ghost was not someone you fucked around with, lest you leave with a few broken bones at the minimum. Her startled scream was cut off as Ghost’s hand covered her mouth, his other arm wrapping tightly around her waist. She was going to tell the truth whether she wanted to or not.

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You were terrified, different men had come in and out of the room at random times, waking you from the restless sleep you’d found yourself in more often than not. Sometimes they brought food, other times it was water. This time, however, Phil had joined them, a couple of leather straps held in his right hand. Your heart was racing, nothing could was going to come from whatever he had planned for you.

“Sorry sweetheart, but your boy hasn’t tried rescuing you yet and we need to send a message.” He nodded his head towards you, the two others grabbing onto your arms and dragging you down to one of the other rooms on the base.

You screamed, legs kicking wildly as you struggled to break the tight hold the other two men had on your arms. What kind of message did they need to send that required you to be tied down to a chair? By Phil no less. The two men pinned you down when Phil walked in, tying your ankles and wrists to the chair so that you were completely immobile.

“Please, please just let me go.” You’d lost all your fight, hands shaking as you cried into your lap.

“No can do sweetheart, see your little hubby and his Captain have plans to go after General Shepherd, and we just can’t have that.” Phil grabbed your jaw roughly, pulling your head up.

The camera was on, red light blinking as if it were taunting you once more. This would be another video sent to your husband, reminding him that you were still in danger.

“And, well I think we need to send a message about going after someone you shouldn’t.” Phil stepped away from you, reaching over to a table just outside of your range of vision.

The sound of metal scraping against wood had the hair all over your body standing on edge. What the hell was he doing?

The sound of a gunshot echoed in the room before the pain registered in your mind, your mouth opening as a blood curdling scream tore through your throat. Blood began to pour out from the wound on your leg, steadily enough to worry you as you threw your head back. Another gunshot tore another scream out, you were almost positive your femur had shattered the force of the bullet.

“Please! Fucking please, stop!” You pulled against the restraints, begging for any kind of reprieve.

“You know that ain’t gonna happen.” His hand clenched into a fist, colliding with the already bruised skin of your cheek.

You shrieked in pain, spitting the blood that began to pour into your mouth onto the floor. You’d made sure not to hit any of their feet lest they do anything worse.

The torture continued for what felt like hours, their fists colliding with different parts of your body as you struggled to stay conscious. Body hanging limp in the chair until they’d satiated their sick hunger. You’d passed out after Phil took out the new tape to be sent off, unaware of the words being passed between soldiers. The Shadows were simply doing a job, not risking their own lives if they dared to disobey. Surely the other man would get tired of doing these horrific things to you eventually, right?

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Johnny was downright furious, a tiger that had been caged too long and now begged to be set free so he could take down his enemies. The newest video had shown up, depicting horrors beyond his worst nightmares. Once he found you, he’d torture Phil until he was begging to die, rip him apart slowly as he screamed and cried for the embrace of death.

“John! We got a hit!” Laswell came running into the room, a laptop held tight in her arms.

Johnny all but threw himself towards the table, afraid of what he was going to find once Laswell set down the computer. It took a brief moment before his eyes landed on the white dot that signaled your current location.

“Massachusetts? Really?” Johnny was shocked that they hadn’t taken you somewhere more secluded, but knowing you were in the states? It worried him.

“You can thank the soldier who flirted with you, Simon was able to find out they’d been working together, she let slip where they were.” They’d need to get to you sooner than later, if your wounds happened to get infected there was a slim chance of survival.

Price had gotten a crew together, stocking all the medical supplies that could possibly be needed before walking onto the plane. Johnny couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him, lest they run the risk of Phil and his goons escaping with you. Everyone had geared up on the ride over, slotting knives and other weapons in easy to reach places. His hand slid over the barrel of his favorite gun, your name carved along the handle. He’d had you do it when the gun was completely unloaded, handing you the knife and keeping an eye on you the entire time.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna make sure no one gets out alive except your girl.” Gaz knew how much the two of you loved one another, having attended the wedding all those years ago.

“I just want her back in my arms.” Johnny sighed, head hanging low between his shoulders.

“We’re gonna get her back, I promise.” Simon placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently before taking a seat.

The ride was silent from then on, nothing but the sound of wind whipping by comforted the group as they waited for the plane to descend. It felt as if years had passed when they finally landed, getting ready to ambush the hidden base. The few men standing guard were easy to take out, a knife to the back of their head and their groans muffled by a hand. Once inside it became more apparent just how deserted the base was. It looked as if it hadn’t been touched in decades, a thick layer of dust coating everything. Simon grabbed the lapel of his tac vest, preventing him from taking another step.

Johnny wanted to argue with the older man, you were too important for any kinds of delays, and doing this counted as a goddamn delay. Simon didn’t speak a word as he glanced over their heads, Johnny’s gaze followed suit. Right above their heads, but barely noticeable, was a laser trip-wire. They would’ve given themselves away had they not realized, and who knows what would’ve happened to you then.

Nodding towards his lieutenant, Johnny pressed himself against the opposite wall, barely squeezing past the laser. His heart was slamming against his ribs until he was safely on the other side, he nodded towards the rest of the men, waiting until everyone was on his side before moving forward. The sounds of a voice suddenly became clear as they turned down the hall closest to them.

“C’mon sweetheart! Just give me what I want.” Phil’s hands tightened around your throat, cutting off your oxygen as you tried to pry his arms off of you.

You were in fight mode, determined to survive the torture he’d beel inflicting onto you for god knows how long. Stars began to cover your vision, your lungs burning as you slowly began to lose consciousness. Just before your world turned black the hands were gone, your body pulling in lungfuls of air. Gaz pulled you into his arms before fleeing from the room. It didn’t matter that Johnny was currently torturing Phil and was too blinded by rage to notice Gaz leaving with you. The medic had knocked you out immediately, cutting off your pajama pants and shirts to get started on treating the massive amount of wounds you now had. Gaz immediately turned away when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, wanting you to be allowed your modesty. They would see some of the most horrific things, but seeing his friend's wife’s half naked body was too much. Your heart rate was slow when they got you hooked up, the subtle beeping making Gaz more worried by the second.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” Johnny’s voice echoed onto the plane, the sound of his boots following close behind.

“Soap! No!” Gaz grabbed his shoulders, preventing him from getting any closer to you and the medics that were working to keep you stable.

“Let go o’ me Garrick!” Johnny was insistent on getting over to you. He needed to make sure you were still alive, that he hadn’t lost you.

“I can’t do that, sir, I need you to calm down first.” It was playing with fire, keeping the two of you apart for even a moment longer.

The medics had you strapped down to the bed, anchoring the bed down so that you wouldn’t jostle during the flight somewhere safer. Johnny reluctantly sat down in his own seat, strapping himself in until they were in the air. He just needed to be by your side, to touch your skin and let you know he’d made it.

Nikolai’s voice was loud, letting everyone know that it was time to go and to please make sure you’re seated so there’s no accidents at all. Price and Gaz sat closer to you, though Johnny couldn’t fault them as to why, it still annoyed him. The medics were talking quietly amongst themselves, checking your wounds every fifteen minutes. It was something they’d done to him when he’d been shot in the shoulder during a mission. His eyes caught on the severe bruising around your own gunshot wounds. Shepherd would find the surprise, nobody fucks with John MacTavish and lives to see the day. The fact they used you as leverage turned his stomach, you were an innocent bystander in this scenario.

The plane began to descend, easing the tightness in his chest ever so slightly. You would be in surgery soon enough, you’d no longer be in pain. The medics had the bed unhooked from the wall and the gurney rushed into the building before Johnny could even unstrap himself.

“We need to debrief first, Soap, they’ll have her in surgery for a while.” Price didn’t want to come off so cold, but the last thing Johnny needed to do was worry.

“I know, but sir.” Johnny tried to step around him, getting angry when Price stopped him once more.

“The last thing you need to be doing is worrying over her, you’re gonna make yourself sick and that ain’t good for either of you.” It would be a fist fight if Johnny got his way, pushing through anyone that tried to stand in his way.

The two men stared one another down, seeing who would become too weak and crack under the pressure first. Ultimately, much to Johnny’s annoyance, Price had won. He patted the Scot’s shoulder, pushing him in the direction of the briefing room. Nearly everything that Soap had done would be redacted, Phil’s death is something he’d relive for months.

Gaz, and Simon were already in the room, along with Laswell and the two medics that had joined them. It felt as if he was retelling a child’s bedtime story and not the details of how he’d slaughtered one of Shepherd’s prized dogs. His voice was too calm, gaze locked on the wall opposite of where he sat. Laswell didn’t question anything that came out of his mouth, she knew the truth and that was all that mattered.

The moment she dismissed everyone he was out of the seat and rushing down towards where you were still in surgery. The nurses let him know you would be out soon, but would most likely be asleep for the rest of the day due to the trauma you’d suffered. They offered him water and food to help make sure he would be alright when you came to. He didn’t have to wait long before they were wheeling you to a recovery room, letting him know you had done amazing during surgery. The surgeon would be stopping by everyday for the next week to make sure your wounds didn’t develop an infection, Johnny hoped for your sake that never happened.

He nodded towards them, making a beeline straight for your room when he had the chance. You were wrapped up, your right leg in a cast while other parts of your body were wrapped with gauze. It was another reminder that he’d let you get hurt, that he couldn’t protect you from the very people he fought alongside with. Of course Phil and his goons would betray them, it was obvious during their last mission together that things had gotten a little heated.

“I’m so sorry, love.” Johnny gently lifted your hand, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles as you slept.

The room was bare except for the curtain that separated your bed from being seen by anyone else that could be wheeled inside. The sun was slowly beginning to descend, shrouding the room in an ethereal glow. It reminded Johnny of the day you were married, the photographer had pulled the two of you outside during sunset, snapping one of his all time favorite photos. You were glowing, smiling wide as you stared up at your new husband as if he hung the moon and stars. Funny enough he was looking at you with the exact same expression, you were the light of his life.

“Mmm, hi sweetheart.” You pulled your hand from his grasp, cupping his cheek as gently as you were able.

“Shit, I should get the doctor.” He stood up to go and get one of the nurses at the least before you grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt, preventing him from leaving.

“Don’t, please don’t leave me right now.” You needed his presence more than you needed air right now, to know you were actually safe.

“I’m here lovie.” He grabbed your hand, plopping back down into the uncomfortable plastic chair.

Silence hung in the air like a storm cloud, surrounding the two of you. Price had told Laswell he would type up any reports that were needed so Johnny could stay by your side. She agreed only with the promise that he got the reports done before Phil’s body was discovered. It was a done deal, they’d make sure to wipe their hands clean of this mess and move on.

Johnny would be installing the cameras when you got home and make sure the windows were closed unless he was home to keep you safe. He couldn’t risk losing you, not again, he wouldn’t survive if something were to take you away from him once more.

For now, he just needed to make sure you healed properly and got better. You were all that mattered to him.

tagging: @gaylemonshark

[dani-ya-dig]

THOUGHTS ON THE NEW AUDIO WITH WILLIAM

If you like long ass rambles that don’t mean anything boy is this the post for you

FIRST OF ALL SAM AND DARLIN MENTIONED!!! YIPPEE!! (Deadass all I care about)

LET ME TELL YOU WHEN WILLIAM STARTED TALKING ABOUT “it’s a part of being in this clan” or whatever the fuck when he was talking to Vincent about eventually being involved in William’s whole thing of killing people I started swinging at the air.

Like yeah it is a part A PART THAT YOU DIDN’T TELL THEM ABOUT!!! Like do you think Sam and Vincent would have been a part of it from the get go if you told them it would be expected of them?!? No??? THEN YOU SHOULDN’T PUT THAT EXPECTATION ON THEM OVER A DECADE OF THEM BEING INVOLVED IN THIS SHIT. That is so fucking grimy to me and I’m genuinely pissed about it. The only thing that got me reacting that hard I swear to god.

Darlin left the room because they got too mad, very clever way of not having to involve the listener characters at all 👍 /lh (it’s not worth my energy to get too into this tbh)

To make it silly to my brain though, what I imagined what happened, is that Darlin was fucking LIVID that William had shooed off Sam like that and had to be dragged away from the scene while whisper arguing with Sam about it. Once Sam had Darlin outside they go on barely cohesive rant about how that was shitty of William and how he should have to answer to Sam the same as Vincent, and Sam just went “Go take a walk Darlin”. And on their way out they just scream “UGH!” And punch a support beam (it absolutely could be heard from inside)

Anyways, Sam was so level headed. Love him so bad. But like… we all already kind of knew what the outcome of this was going to be, I feel like. One of the first character descriptions we got of Sam was that everyone says he is a “good man” and he is. He wouldn’t want to be involved in murder point blank.

BUT the more interesting thing to think about is what Vincent is going to do here. Because like Lovely had said, they have a lot to think about. Vincent also definitely is not just chill with murder, but leaving the clan is going to be a harder decision for him than Sam because of how much closer he is to it all.

Sam has expressed on multiple occasions that, though he loves Vincent like a brother, he doesn’t feel close or tied to the rest of the clan at all, he also isn’t very comfortable in Vampire society, it’s just not him. On top of all of that, he is part of the Shaw Pack, not in just an honorary way, him being Darlin’s mate makes him pack, and he is comfortable and happy in the pack, he has found community outside of the clan.

Vincent can’t say the same. Of course he has hung out with the pack, and no doubt David would accept him and Lovely as pack in a heartbeat if it came down to it. But Vincent isn’t as close in the pack as Sam is, and I don’t even know how comfortable he would be with being a part of the Shaw pack. And he doesn’t have the issue that Sam does with the clan. He feels a part of it. It was a sense of community, a family, for him. It definitely makes the decision far more difficult than it was for Sam, where Sam asked one question got his answer and made his decision, it’s not gonna be that easy for him.

I think Vincent is seriously going to be taking Lovely’s opinion into account with this, because while him still being part of the clan doesn’t inherently mean that Lovely has to be, I don’t think he would want to bring something like that into his and Lovely’s life if they weren’t comfortable with it all.

OMG THIS IS ANOTHER ASPECT I JUST THOUGHT OF!! WHAT THE FUCK IS VINCENT GONNA DO FOR WORK IF HE LEAVES THE CLAN???? Because this is another Area where Sam doesn’t have to worry as much, because Sam lives with Darlin who… I assume has a job. Which gives Sam the options of trying to work at Shaw Security for night gigs, or trying to do something else, or just being a house husband for Darlin (which is so cute lub it so bad).

I don’t think William would ever kick Sam or Vincent out of the houses that he gave them. But housing isn’t the only issue they have to worry about?? Like even if ur undead and survive off blood, you gotta be able to buy stuff sometimes. And I don’t imagine it’s easy for a vampire to get a job. Like you either gotta work night shift or work from home I guess.

Albeit William wouldn’t inherently have to cut off Vincent from his money if he left the clan, in fact William might just try to give him money because he loves Vincent but there is a lot there, that makes things complicated.

Is Vincent going to have to sell some of his fancy ass cars???? (The realest redacted angst)

OH I GUESS BOTH OF THEM COULD STILL WORK FOR THE REALTOR BUSINESS. I don’t why I didn’t think about that. It be really awkward if they did though… ugh… I don’t like that so I’m gonna pretend it’s not even a possibility.

Also it’s at times like these I wish I knew what was up with Fred and Bright. Because I’m my mind, Bright isn’t part of the Solaire Clan. They didn’t wanna be. But I don’t know about Freddy. How would he be handling Sam leaving the clan??

UGH THOUGHTS

[ijwrff]

Prisoner-Part 8

This one ended up being longer than I planned for it to be XD But it was very fun to write, so I hope you enjoy these twisted demons as much as I do!

@thattiredanimator1t0mblr @serenitydusk @viciouslyyearning

Tw; swearing and blood (yandere typical stuff)

Word Count: 1,680

“YOU FUCKING WHAT?” Anti went to lunge at you, but Dark stopped him. Anti fought, and thrashed at him, as electricity emanated from his body. “LET ME GO!” Dark had his arm wrapped around Anti to prevent him from doing anything rash. You were grateful for that, but it was still terrifying. 

“Anti. Calm down.” Dark’s words were TOO calm. It only served to make you more afraid…something was seriously wrong here. Dark’s aura was everywhere, and you felt his energy. Angry, sad, but composed nonetheless. Then it shifted into something…different. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it was quite frankly terrifying. 

“I-I’m sorry…I want to go home. Now.” You said, trying not to show how completely anxious you were at that moment. Would they even let you go home? What was waiting for you when you got there? You weren’t even sure how long it had been…was your boyfriend worried about where you were? Surely it had been at least a few days. 

“If that’s what you wish.” You looked up to Dark to see him smiling. A guarded smile, trying to hide his real feelings from you. What was even more concerning, was how Anti stopped fighting Dark to glare. As they shared a look, something clicked and Anti stopped fighting altogether. “I will grab your things, and you’ll be back to…your boyfriend.” He nearly spat the word. 

Anti walked a few paces, then completely disappeared. But you were more excited than anything. You could go home! You missed your boyfriend so much…but you barely had time to think about it with how crazy and chaotic this whole situation was. They were…really gonna let you go? After all this, they were going to send you back home? It didn’t click right, but you had hoped it would be fine. 

Dark walked closer, and he looked a little TOO composed. You kind of crushed his heart…you felt bad initially, but you loved your boyfriend. All you could do was hope Dark and Anti would understand. Your time with them…has been hit or miss. They’re angry, they’re excited, they’re quiet, they're loud. You never knew what you were getting yourself into with them. To think they’d be livid was no far stretch, but if it meant you could go home…then you’d deal with the confusion and guilt. It’ll be okay!

When Anti returned seconds later, he tossed the few belongings you had here at your feet. Dark looked irritated at the action, but walked up to carry those belongings to you. A scoff from Anti, as you stood there confused and maybe even a little nervous, while the two displayed their opposite personalities. One being collected, the other…being completely unpredictable. 

However the second you blinked after picking up your belongings, you woke up at home. This was it! You were really home! The excitement was overwhelming. You really hope you didn’t lose your job from being gone so long…and hopefully J wasn’t mad if you weren’t answering his calls or texts. Speaking of which, your phone was ringing while it charged next to your bed. 

You jumped up to grab it, and smiled wide when you saw J’s name pop up. He was calling you! It seemed like it had been weeks at least since you talked to him. Even a little giggle left when you answered the phone. “Baby! Oh my god I’m so sorry, I missed you so much!” You couldn’t help but laugh, especially when he laughed too. 

“What are you sorry for? We talked last night right before bed!” He laughed again, and said back, “Though I also missed you too! One day we’ll be able to live together and spend every single morning waking up, cuddling in bed.” J sighed happily at the thought, but you were too confused to reply just yet. 

“Last…night?” You frantically checked your phone. He was right. It had only been one night's rest since you went to the void…since you saw Dark and Anti. It couldn’t have been a dream…you remembered everything so vividly. “Uh, sorry. I’m just being a bit silly…” You let out a nervous laugh, and hoped he’d drop it. 

“You don’t sound so good, want me to come over?” He sounded as concerned as ever, “If something’s going on you can tell me.” You could practically hear the worry in his voice, and the pleading eyes of him that always convinced you to tell him anything and everything. “It’s okay. I’ll come over anyways, I can make you breakfast and we can talk about it!” 

With that he ended the call, and you didn’t know if you should be relieved or nervous. How could you possibly tell him? That those two demons held you captive and wanted to court you? Both being terrifying in their own ways? There was no way to logically explain it, and J wasn’t one to believe in demons and that kind of stuff. You didn’t necessarily believe either, at least…not as much as you believed now. 

You sat and waited, knowing he wouldn’t be too long. Trying to think of a way to explain it without sounding crazy proved to be difficult…but you couldn’t lie to him. You loved him, but if he said something like what you had to tell him, you wouldn’t know what to say or do either. Maybe it was just a dream…a really weird one that made you feel helpless. What if they were real and tried to come after you for turning them both down?

With a knock at your door, you ran up to it and swung it open excited to see J after so long of being held by those demons. Even if for him, it had only been a few hours. You had a smile on your face, and were fully prepared to tackle him to the ground right there in your doorway. However what you saw, you never could have been prepared for. 

Dark and Anti were there, with Anti holding J tightly around the back of his neck. J looked awful, blood dripping from his nose and forehead, and bruises covering his arms. It made you take a step back in shock and terror. That feeling only intensified when you saw the wicked grin on Anti’s face. If you had any doubts he was a demon, they were laid to rest. It was hard to believe anyone or anything can look so…wistfully happy and evil having hurt someone. 

“W-What are you doing!? Don’t hurt him, please!” Tears fell down your face, and Anti looked angry as can be, hearing your words. You didn’t want this! You loved J, was it even really him that you talked to on the phone? Or was it a trick from these demons? Part of you hoped it was the real J, but you couldn’t be too sure. Not at all. 

“Just proving a point, darling.” Dark spoke, with a small smile on his face. But even his smile was warped and twisted. It might have been warm in any other circumstance. But the two of them had hurt your boyfriend. The man you loved so dearly. “We told you, no one can protect you better than us.” 

You backed up further and further, until your back hit the couch in the living room. “Stop…please…” Was all you could say as they threw J down to the ground in front of you. He couldn’t even speak, with his busted lip and glazed over eyes. He was still alive, his grunts of pain and labored breathing proved that. “J!” You screamed and almost went to kneel down and help him, but one look from the demons stopped you. 

“Anti.” Dark said, and gave the other demon a look. You couldn’t decipher it, but when Anti smirked it meant nothing good. “Go ahead.” He continued. Go ahead with what? Something told you neither you, or J would make it out of this safely. 

Anti made direct eye contact with you, with that evil smirk on his face. He pointed one singular finger towards J, in the shape of a gun. He let out a “bang” sound and a ray of lightning shot at J’s head, causing it to burst open. The blood splattered all over your room, and your own clothes and skin. It all happened so fast, and you fell to the ground screaming. You had to look away, the sight too gruesome to even look at for half a second more. 

Anti came closer and picked you up roughly, “It’s either me or him.” He whispered in your ear. “No one else is allowed to be with you like that.” He rubbed your back, but it was anything but soothing. “You’re coming with us, you have to make your decision.” He chuckled, and you just continued to scream and sob. 

Dark approached, but you could barely see him or Anti through your tears. “You don’t need to make your decision now, we still need to spend more time with you.” He reached over and put a hand on your head. You flinched at the action, and he frowned. “No one will ever hurt you. That’s our promise to you.” 

No one would hurt you…how messed up is that? They may not physically hurt you, but you were in turmoil. You didn’t want to accept that J was dead. Even if they didn’t ever physically hurt you, they just proved that they’d hurt anyone who was special to you. With that thought, you had no choice but to go with them. If they could kill J, they could kill anyone else in your life. You couldn’t live with that…

You became emotionless, and simply nodded. “Okay…” was all you said. It made them smile, but you felt…nothing. Only small traces of fear. They would take you back to the castles, and “protect” you as they put it. But all you wanted was to be in J’s arms again. Kiss him, hug him, anything. But he was gone. 

And he was never coming back. 

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

“how was the funeral?” mi-cha whispers. you sigh as you watch jungkook kiss junseo’s kiss, a small smile appearing on your face as you watch them. “it was” you frown. “sad. very sad. it was hard for everybody, especially jungkook. he cried the entire time. ahyeon was crying too” your eyes water when you remember the look on ahyeon’s face when she saw her father’s dead body in the casket. you praise her for powering through the funeral and comforting her mother who was an emotional wreck. “oh my goodness” gasps mi-cha, her hand rubbing your shoulder while listening to your shaky words.

“SARANG WAS HERE!”

both yours and mi-cha’s eyes widen at jungkook’s statement. you notice his grip tightens on junseo, and you quickly snatch junseo from your husband’s arms. mi-cha’s heart sinks to her stomach, fear creeping on her like a spider. “how would you know that?” mi-cha questions, playing along to seem shocked whilst being afraid of being caught.

jungkook stands up and searches throughout the house to see if sarang is hiding anywhere. “jungkook!!” you yell, your heart is racing—so much is happening around you, and it’s causing you to panic, which doesn’t help soothe your crying son. you hurry after jungkook with mi-cha running behind you, insisting on taking junseo, but you refrain from handing him over.

“mi-cha, was sarang here? did you hear anything or-or see someone?” you ask her. “no! no one came in. i mean, i took a nap when junseo was asleep, but the baby monitor never went off” mi-cha lies, hoping both you and jungkook will believe her.

mi-cha knows that if jungkook detects her, she’s as good as dead.

~🫧

He knows that something is up and for a fact that your sister is actually lying, having worked with your sister as his secretary he knows her body language really well.

If there’s anything you should know about your husband is that he’s really observant. And the way she’s constantly avoiding looking at him as he searches through the Home, Jungkook knows that something is up

But if his suspicions are confirmed that your sister is gonna die tonight. Then you’re both gonna be sibling less, it would be kind of cute when you think about it.

He searches the whole house with jerky movements, he’s so angry. He actually feels like he’s gonna burst. “I swear to God if she was here, I’m gonna kill you MI-CHA I REALLY I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” He grits his teeth.

When he doesn’t find her present in the house, he turns to look at you and your sister. “Yn my darling. Can you just not speak for a little bit? your sister and I we have a lot to talk about.”

He takes your sister by her hand and brings her to a room, he unlocks the room and she realizes in that moment that he’s the only one to have keys to this locked room and as he opens the door there’s a lot of screens present. “Sit down.”

You follow after them, but he doesn’t care because he’s gonna go through the camera recordings right now.

“Yn watch.” He goes to the largest computer and it starts to move the cursor around, he goes through hours of recordings.

Mi-Cha is breathing heavily he can tell, he’s so close to catching her.

Junseo thankfully has calmed down in your embrace, but he’s still awake cooing, “hmmmm now both of you watch this with me.”

Jungkook clicks the cursor and plays the video.

And what you both see next is bone chilling, Jungkook gasps loudly, his eyes widen in shock. So he was correct after all.

He watches the recording to junseo’s nursery and he sees her walking in and picking him up. And that’s enough to make him see red.

“AGHHHHHHHGGGHHHH!” He screams hard. His whole body is shaking with immense anger if he was angry before? now he’s absolutely fucking livid.

Did she really think that he was so stupid?

“MI-CHA!!!! What the fuck is this? SPEAK UP!” Jungkook turns and wraps his arms around mi-cha’s throat before she can even think of escaping him, he starts to choke her, his fingers wrapping tightly around her throat, “YN IF YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA DO SOMETHING I WILL REGRET.”

He warns you to stay away, he’s absolutely raging, that fucking woman is so close to his son, his helpless, one month, old son.

“SHES HOLDING MY SON! YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD! YOU WILL LIVE IN A BODY BAG! YOU ARE NOT LEAVING THIS HOUSE ALIVE!” He spits in her face, choking her even harder as his eyes almost blow out of his sockets because he’s so angry

You’re screaming at him to let go, but he won’t listen to you

Not this time, not when it comes to you and his son.

He was always doubting your sister, and now he’s caught her and she will die

Because no one is allowed to break his trust. No one.

“DIE DIE!”

Her face is so red, purple veins popping out of her skin as she cries, hopelessly, choking, hoping that you would come and save her.

But you should know better than to interrupt Jungkook.

[mamabirbsnz]

Okay I’m gonna vent again. Sorry folks, but I’m fucking LIVID right now.

If you’re here for snz, just ignore this post. For those who care and are willing to listen… idk leave advice or something nice in the comments

Also I suck at organizing all of my thoughts in order, so I apologize if this shit is all over the place. Adhd brain :P

tw: ableism, struggles with depression and anxiety (and also autism and adhd), ED’s, transphobia/homophobia, LOTS of swearing (I’m fucking mad what the fuck do you expect?), s/h

I fucking hate not being taken seriously. I try so fucking hard to act professional and serious in my workplace, and just silently doing the work I’m supposed to do. I swear to god, as soon as they find out I’m Autistic from either myself or someone else in the workplace, they think I’m fucking incapable of working reasonable hours.

This is how my job hunting process goes. Go on Indeed.com, find a job that looks interesting. Apply. Usually the interview process goes well for me. Land the job, do the job. Everything goes well at first. Give it a month at least, and suddenly my hours are getting cut. With no explanation. And now I’m only working up to 3 hours a week making no fucking money in my redneck fuck ass town. So what do I do? I look for a new job. Update my resume and apply. And the cycle continues.

This has been happening with EVERY. FUCKING. JOB I GET. “Oh, it’s just labor costs :/“ THEN THEY TURN AROUND AND HIRE LIKE 10 MORE PEOPLE!!! FUCKING WHYYYY?!?!?! IF IT’S REALLY ABOUT THE LABOR COSTS THEN STOP! FUCKING! HIRING! I DON’T GET IT!!!!

ALL I WANT IS TO MAKE MONEY SO I CAN LEAVE THIS FUCKING DOGSHIT CONSERVATIVE STATE AND MOVE TO SOMEWHERE WHERE I CAN BE AT PEACE! WHERE I CAN SMOKE ALL THE LEGAL WEED I WANT, AND NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT GETTING SHOT EVERY TIME I GO OUTSIDE FOR BEING QUEER!!!

Speaking of which. I had wanted to tell my dad that I was bisexual for a while, and only recently built up the courage to tell him, “I’m bisexual.” His response? “No you’re not. And you better not turn into a [transphobic slur that rhymes with “granny”] or I’ll disown you :)” I have no fucking idea why my dad is so fucking triggered by the existence of trans people. Not to mention the fact that I said literally NOTHING about trans people or being trans in that interaction.

He also acted this same way when I was diagnosed with Autism at the age of 14. My older brother also has Autism, although he is higher on the spectrum, therefore his symptoms are more severe and “obvious.” My dad refuses to believe that both of his children have Autism. When I was in high school, I went to an Autism awareness rally with my dad and my brother, and I talked to the people there about Autism and how I had been recently diagnosed (recent at the time). My dad butts in and says, “You do not have Autism, what you have is fucking lazy ass syndrome ‘cuz you won’t get a job.” In a public space. With tons of people around. So I was about to fucking cry because my god damn father just humiliated me in public, and at that point I just wanted to go home.

I try. So fucking hard. To work on myself. To work on my physical health by remembering to actually eat. To work on my attitude when I upset people or if I’m just too negative. To work on my appearance and making sure I remember to shower regularly. And to work on my work ethic, which I think has been pretty damn good thus far. And I STILL. Have my hours cut. I haven’t had a fucking shift since LAST THURSDAY. And I have NO upcoming shifts AT ALL this week!!!

It fucking infuriates me that I’m willing to put in the hours and get none, and the fucking minors that work there hate their job and get more hours than me. My weight is starting to go down again because I’ve been laying in my bed doing fucking nothing but sleeping and not eating due to me being trapped at home in my depressive state. I am already severely underweight, and I have been for a majority of my life. Anybody who takes medication for ADHD knows the struggle of keeping your appetite up. I have to force myself to eat when I don’t feel hungry.

My mom worries so much about me, and I hate making her worry and making her cry. It hurts to think about because my mom is such a nice lady and has done so much for me, and I feel like I’m just throwing everything away. I already fucked up in college. I would constantly avoid my responsibilities and would just play video games to escape it. But I couldn’t keep running forever… and my grades tanked, and I would… scrape my wrist with my car keys to punish myself. It kept happening again and again where I would avoid everything and keep hurting myself, and I eventually tried to move on to knives. But as I picked up the knife I saw the innocent look in my dog’s eyes across the room, unaware of what I was about to do to myself. It was at that moment when I realized I couldn’t do it… I couldn’t bring myself to use the knife… So the school year ends, and I flunked out, and even then my mom helped me cope with it and reassured me that I’m not a disappointment to her. I seriously don’t deserve her, she is so thoughtful and patient with me. I want to live… for her… And I want to do better in life… it’s just so unfair that the world keeps treating me like a child when I actually try to go out and get a job and try to fucking make something useful of myself… I just want to contribute something to the world, and spend my time being fucking useful for something… I don’t want to die on this planet as a fucking loser who couldn’t even get through her first year in college.

I just want to be treated like a fucking equal. Like a human. Like an adult. Is that so much to fucking ask?

Thanks for listening if you care… good night…

[paranormeow7]

Sooooo ive been wanting to Write smthn abt my oc Gavin and his backstory bc he makes me SO INSANE. This has been in the works for maybe like 2 weeks and ITS FINALLY DONE SO Without further ado, here’s this lmao (this is my first time tryin 2 do smthn like this, any critiques r very welcome!!)

CATSKIN

an oc story. by meeee :3

tw: parental abuse, detailed depictions of gore, disturbing imagery, death, animal harm, substance abuse, vomiting, possible dermatillomania trigger, religious trauma, etc

disclaimer!! Part of this story takes place in a fictionalized, static version of the 1950s-60s where racism/transphobia/etc don’t really exist/exist as they do now. Putting that there to clear up any confusion. I swear there’s a worldbuilding reason for this I’m not just doing it to get away with having a trans MC in a story set in the past i prommy-

word count: WHO KNOWS but its kinda long lol strap in

What would you do if you found out everything you thought about how the world worked was was wrong? Would you freak out and retreat back to your comfort zone? Or would you take it as an opportunity to escape, no matter how much pain it caused you?

A sunny April afternoon in a cookie-cutter American suburb. Rows of houses, some with trash cans kicked over, or dented/nonexistent mailboxes. Egg stains on the brightly colored vinyl siding. Lousy teenagers.

The house on the back end of Maple Street, in the sleepy old town of Lockroot, Who-The-Fuck-Cares America was a tiny yellow shack with a beat-up blue roof and dark stains running down the siding. Behind that wooden door with its chipped, blood-red paint, a calendar on the wall read April 14th, 1956.

The buzzing fluorescent kitchen lights shone down on an eleven year old child with wavy brown hair and sunken black eyes. It reminded him of divine light, but there was no god waiting for him that day. All the lights did was accentuate the frown painted across his pallid face. His mother sat across him at the table, looking livid, as per usual. She was always mad at something.

“Chie, do you appreciate all that I do for you?” He stared at the dusty white lucky cat on the shelf, its eyes vacantly staring into space, golden coin growing dull, a painted grin upon its wooden face.

Mocking him.

He always hated cats.

“Yes, Mother.”

She stared him down, her perfectly ironed poodle skirt and white blouse a betrayal of her anger. God, please just let me leave. Let this go fast today. “Are you sure, Chie? Because last I recall, attempting to go into the forest that I specifically told you not to visit wasn’t the way to show it.”

He suddenly became hyperaware of the dirt on his knees. The forest was on the edge of town, blocked off by a barbed wire fence. No one thought about it. It was like it didn’t exist.

“Do you want us to look like a family of ruffians with no self control? Do you want to disgrace our name? Does that sound like fun to you?”

The child shrank back in his cracked leather chair, suddenly finding a great degree of interest in his scuffed brown shoes. He’d gotten them for 3 dollars at a neighbors garage sale, the very same sale they’d gotten the chairs at.

“Rich of you, calling us a family since Father’s gone.”

The child knew he’d made a mistake the moment the words came out of him. He didn’t even know why he’d said anything to begin with. Me and my big mouth. However, what was said could not be taken back. He would just have to live with it.

The color immediately drained from his mother’s hollow, freckled cheeks. Her eyes narrowed into piercing blue slits. “What… did you… just… say to me…?”

Her son braced himself, making himself small, preparing for what he knew was soon to come.

“What did you just FUCKING say to me? You ungrateful little RAT?”

The cold, bony hand came at him like so many before, grabbing him by the hair, yanking him up. His scalp felt like it was on fire, his long brown hair coming out in chunks. pleasestopimsorryiloveyoumommy. After this, he’d chop it all off in front of the spiderweb cracks of his bathroom mirror.

“I do EVERYTHING for this family! I buy your food, your clothes, I send you to school, I brought you into this world!”

Thank you, Mother.

“What have you EVER done for me? NOTHING. ZIP. All you ever do is take from me. Youre just like your no good, mangy dog of a father.”

He thought back to the family portrait that had stood on the mantel of the house, until around 4 years ago, when his dear Father up and sped off in that shiny red Mustang convertible. God, how the child had loved that car.

Afterwards, Mother had taken all the photos of him and burned them in their backyard with the trash. He suspected she wanted him to forget what he looked like. Well, too bad, since in the bottom of his junk drawer, he’d saved the family photo, from their mantel. Aiko. His fathers name was Aiko Nakamura.

At seven, he failed to notice the wild look in his eyes, and how much he tended to glance at the fenced-off woods. But at eleven, it was all he could think of as he nursed his brand new shiner and stared at the cracks in his bedroom ceiling. He knew he’d seen a shape in the darkness that day. It almost looked like a matted, skeletal gray cat. Smiling at him. Just like the lucky cat in the kitchen.

Father got out. He knows the secrets of the woods. Of a life beyond this. Maybe one day I will too.

7 years later, the child, now called Gavin, opened his eyes to that very same ceiling, covered in posters for horror flicks, stolen from the newly opened theatre. No matter, he liked the old drive-in more anyways. His mother was always threatening to take them down and throw them out, but she knew that even if she tried, he’d always bring home more anyways. At any rate, she wasn’t home right now. He rolled out of bed, taking a moment to stare at the autumn leaves outside his window. Orange was always his favorite color, but he didn’t have a time to linger. The phone was ringing.

He wandered out to the living room, picking up the shiny red rotary telephone. “もしもし, Nakamura household.” His mother never answered the phone with this greeting, but his father had taught it to him as a child, and he liked it. “Gavin, babe! Hows tricks?” He could hear the smile on the other end. “Hi, Valley.” His face lit up along with hers. They had started dating almost a year ago. “That doesn’t answer my question, but its no matter, you can answer it in around 10 minutes from now!” He was puzzled, for a moment, but hearing sound of a key jangling in the background, he got it. “Val, you don’t have to. There’s barely any food in the fridge, hasn’t been full for weeks. You got your own posh little house to sit up in, don’t ya?” Gavin didn’t like Valley coming to his house. Its not like there was anything to do outside of watch their outdated cabinet television or throw his old baseball around, and Val was rich. He didn’t want her to feel like she owed him anything.

“Too late, doll! I brought snacks for the both of us, anyways. Catch ya later Gav!” “Val, wait just a-“ She blew a kiss into the receiver, and the call disconnected. Gavin rolled his eyes, hung up, and threw on his favorite brown bomber jacket. Val had always been so caring.

I don’t deserve her.

He didn’t have time to wallow, hearing the sound of a window opening. He ran up to his room and opened the door, right as Valley fell through the window, landing on her butt with a loud thump, along with a case of strawberry soda. My favorite… At the sight of the chubby, dark skinned girl in his bedroom, Gavin ran to help her up. “Ever the gentleman, ain’tcha?” She set down the basket she was holding and situated herself on the bed. Her matching red skirt and cardigan, and floor length locs that must’ve taken ages to style, were already gathering dust. Why’d she have to come here?

Gavin suddenly became aware of the mess in the room. Dirty clothes on the dresser, books stacked near the bed, and dozens of loose papers strewn across the floor, each adorned with sketches, paintings, collages, poems, anything his mind could conjure up when he couldn’t sleep. Blushing, he attempted to sweep them away, but not before Val took notice, and picked one up off the floor. “Your art is so lovely, Gavin. What’s this one?” Taking it from her and stashing it away, he responded “Nothing in particular, just couldn’t sleep. You know me, haha!!” He was bright red this point. Change the subject, will you, dear?

That she did. “Sooo, what are we gonna do for your birthday this weekend? You’re gonna be eighteen! Far out, huh?” Oh. Right. Eighteen. He didn’t know how to feel, if he was being honest. “I dunno, maybe we can go out and see a movie.” Val put her head on his shoulder and laughed. Gavin winced. The shoulder was bruised. However, thats what love was. Wasn’t it? “That’s what we always do!” Val chirped. “Ain’t much else in this town, is there?” Gavin quipped. But, if he was being honest, he knew exactly what he was going to do.

Gavin sat up and stared out his cracked bedroom window, past the pretty orange leaves, past the cheesy Halloween decorations, past the shops and diners and gas stations. All the way to the forest surrounding their little town.

Nobody thought much of it, which was true. Nobody that is, except the kids. While the adults were content to sit back and live their monotonous American dream, the children would whisper across the town, stories of what could possibly be on the other side of that barbed wire fence. “My cousin said there’s monsters out there. He says they have no skin, and they’ll cut you up and eat you bit by bit while you’re still alive. They start with your eyes.”

“My sister said that if you fall asleep out there, you’ll never wake up again and have horrible nightmares for the rest of your life. The spirits out there keep you asleep so they can eat your dreams.”

Run of the mill horror stories. But among the bolder, or perhaps the more beaten down, those with less to lose, the woods offered something else. A fortune beyond comprehension. Godlike power. Freedom. A new life, a new start. All sorts of wonders, waiting for those who knew where to look.

Maybe that’s what the adults were afraid of, because every once in a while, a new person would get this look in their eyes, like they knew a good secret. They would become more and more withdrawn, or excitable, or any suspicious change that could happen in a person. Then, after a little while, around a few days to a year, they would disappear. Sometimes it was a business trip, an inheritance, a need for a change of scenery. And sometimes they would just.

Vanish. Without a trace. They were there, and then they weren’t. Of course, they would send out search parties to comb the town for them, and reassure everyone who asked that they were doing the best they could. But of course, everybody knew. The seductive call of the woods was not to fall of deaf ears. After a while, their “MISSING PERSONS” posters were taken down and discarded, and they lived in the town only through the gossip of the children. Gavin had quite a collection of salvaged posters on his bedroom wall, hidden behind his dresser. His mother would blow a gasket, he thought.

When his mother wasn’t reading him the Bible, Gavin’s father used to tell him old Japanese folktales about fox spirits, yokai, kaibutsu. He recalled his stories of creatures known as Kaibyo when-

“Hey, spaceboy. Whatcha thinkin about?” Valley waved a hand in front of his face, bringing him back to reality.

“Nothing, doll. Absolutely nothing.”

Laughter. Then, a kiss. Warm hands caressing his cheeks, on his waist, through his short brown hair. It was 1963, the love decade was soon to kick off, there was a girl in his bed and the world was beautiful, if only for a little while.

At some point, Valley left, and Gavin picked up the piece of paper that she’d asked him about. Clinging to his tarnished silver first communion rosary, a chill ran down his spine, for no reason he could discern. On the paper was a sketch of an emaciated gray cat, with a wide, yellow toothed grin.

Two days until his birthday.

He fell asleep rather quickly that night, which was unusual for him, but it was a shallow sleep, dreaming of nothing but black water, fur, and two piercing, blue eyes.

CAUTION-CUIDADO-ATTENTION

あなた以外に神はいない

Waking up in a cold sweat, Gavin rolled over in his creaky bed. He looked over at his alarm clock. 2:18 AM.

for fucks sake.

Staring at his beat-up wooden desk and the piles of paper and pencils sitting at it, it occurred to him that he didn’t feel like drawing that night. It was a pretty night, with a lovely moon in the sky.

Some fresh air would do me good.

He’d fallen asleep in his clothes. Motor oil stained white T-shirt, frayed black pants, and of course, his brown leather bomber jacket. It had seen a lot in all the years he’d owned it. It had been patched twice, one on each elbow, in different colors. He wanted to paint something on the back, but he didn’t know what he wanted yet. He hadn’t thought about it.

Tiptoeing as not to wake his catatonic mother, who was sleeping on the couch in front of the TV, Gavin almost stepped on a shard of broken glass.

Beer bottles.

The living room floor was carpeted in them, in sparkling amber and green, casting moonlight all over the room, in the multifaceted reflections of the tired faces residing within it.

Beautiful… so beautiful…

He’d never drank alcohol before. He knew a lot of kids at his school who would. Theyd throw big parties at their parents houses while they were away, cut into Daddy’s brandy, and go rampaging around the neighborhood, TPing trees, streaking through the park, smashing windshields, all kinds of juvenile delinquent shenanigans. It was always the worst on Halloween, which was coming up. It was October, the month of playground rumors, teenage pranksters, and a chill of anticipation in the air.

Gavin put down the bottle, grabbed a bolt cutter and walked outside.

A cold wind immediately blew into his face, making him shiver and sneeze. A shower of damp orange leaves fluttered into his hair. As he plucked one out, he glanced toward his favorite thing he’d ever owned, his escape from all of his troubles.

A shiny motorcycle sat in the driveway, waiting. He’d rescued it from the scrapyard a few years prior and had it painted red, just like his father’s old car. His mother was always telling him to scrap it.

“Lets go, old girl.” Revving the engine, stepping on the gas, and taking flight. Wind in his hair, leaves in his face, he drove, and for a little while, he forgot all of his troubles. He passed by each and every cookie-cutter house, with their perfectly trimmed lawns, covered in tacky Halloween decorations. Bright, glowing jack-o-lanterns. Wispy plastic spiderwebs. Cartoon witches and ghosts.

Snarling black cats with brightly colored eyes.

Blue eyes.

Gavin looked away and kept driving all the way up until he reached his destination.

The edge of town, and the entrance to the forest, the sign-covered fence surrounding it, like a dare.

CAUTION-CUIDADO-ATTENTION

It had an eerie air about it. While the trees in town were decorated in all the fiery reds, oranges, and yellows of fall, the trees of the woods were all painted in the strange shades of evergreen leaves. They seemed to fade from green to what looked like blue the further you looked. The bark was white, like birch wood, but with an odd, almost pearlescent sheen if you looked too hard. And were those… eyes…

Hello.

Jerking him out from his troubled thoughts, was a voice, from behind. Human. What else would it be, silly? He turned around and almost fell backwards at the sight of a silhouette of a woman, we standing over him. “SHIT!!” he declared. A giggle in response. Oh…

“Hi, Valley…” Gavin exhaled. It hadn’t occurred to him that he was holding his breath at all. She took his hand and squeezed it. He smiled. Her hands were warm. “Why do you look so afraid? Did you think you were the only kid who came out here?”

His heartbeat slowed. Maybe she would understand. Maybe she wants to go with me. Maybe we can see whats on the other side together.

He glanced at his motorcycle, at the bolt cutters, and began to speak.

“Remember when I told you i didn’t know what I wanted to do for my birthday?” A puzzled expression danced across Valley’s face. Exhale. “Val, how would you like to see whats on the other side with me? We can get away from all this. Together. Just like we wanted, right?” His eyes shined in anticipation.

Valley’s expression changed to a warm smile. She leaned towards him and kissed him. Her lips were soft and she tasted like the strawberry soda she brought him the day before.

His heart fluttered. His face got warm. Was this happening?

She pulled away.

His hands felt so cold all of a sudden.

“Oh, Gavin, doll. You know theres nothing out there, right?”

“what…?”

“There just isn’t. All the folks that go out there just die. Everybody knows. Please don’t tell me you believe all the stories the kids tell. I love you and I support you, but I can’t agree with you on this.

Don’t you remember what happened to your father?”

The mention of his father made his blood run cold. Sure, he left him and his mom to fend for themselves, leaving them poor and hungry, but whatever was on the other side of that fence had to be worth it, right? He wouldn’t have done all this for nothing, right?

He can’t be dead. He’s out there somewhere. He has to be.

He hadn’t noticed that that familiar haunted look had passed over his own face, the way Valley had. He felt a strong, warm hand gripping his sleeve.

“Gavin, please. I know you want to find out what happened to your dad, but I’m really worried about you. I’ve been trying to support you no matter what, and I know you’ve been going through a lot, but I can’t let you go in there-“

“let go of me.”

“w-what…?”

“please, I-“

“Gavin, you’re scaring me. Please come back with me, I love you-“

“I SAID LET GO.”

Gavin pulled away with such ferocity that Valley fell backwards against his motorcycle, toppling it over. Breathing hard, he turned back towards his girlfriend. The look in her eyes was indescribable. There was so much hurt, so much fear, so much worry for him.

He couldn’t handle it. He had to run. Gavin knew he probably should have just turned back and ran home, but he just couldn't deal with the anger of his mother, the worry of his girlfriend, and everyone, all of Lockroot watching, knowing. Seeing the look in his dark brown eyes.

There goes another one.

He dropped his bolt cutters and clambered over the fence, ignoring the barbed wire digging into his hands and the warm blood gushing down his cold wrists. Ignoring the sobs and begs of his girlfriend. Ignoring them as they stopped completely. Getting to the top of the fence, he threw himself over, no hesitation. Landing hard on his side, a shot of pain burst through his hip, causing him to let out a moan. It didn’t matter. He just needed to get away. Gavin got up with a pained grunt and took off, deep into the mouth of the dark, cavernous woods, not daring to look back.

As he ran, searing pain throbbed in his side and the deep gashes in his hands left an obvious trail of blood behind him. Gavin’s injuries were getting harder to ignore, threatening to throw him back into the rotten leaves and worm infested dirt. He had to keep going. He didn’t know what he was running from or where he was trying to get. He just knew he didn’t want to fall. He was afraid that if he did, he’d pass out, never wake up, and rot alone out there in these God forsaken woods, his lean, sallow body slowly falling to pieces and filling with maggots, beetles and flies. Picking at his soft flesh. Eating him, bit by little bit.

The air had grown moist, tepid and suffocating. Gavin started to gasp and heave for breath. Wasn’t it October? The eyes on the tree bark were growing sharper and darker. Scrutinising him.

Stop looking at me.

He couldn’t fall. He couldn’t surrender. There were whispers in his ears, so faint that he didn’t know if he was really hearing them. The voice was indescribable, neither male nor female, young or old, but filled with desire, desire for something beyond what it had. Something it shouldn’t be allowed.

lie down here with me, will you? you’re a handsome one. why don’t you stay a while…

He felt paws all over him, grasping at his thighs and his stomach, pulling at his hair. It felt familiar.

keepgoingkeepgoingdontstopyoucantquitnow

In the end, his undoing was a regular old, run of the mill, medium sized gray rock. The kind you’d find in your backyard. His foot hit the stone hard and he went down, right on his bad hip. Crack. He lay on the ground for a few minutes, not even mustering up the energy to scream. The only thing that came out of his dry, cracked lips was a soft, pathetic moan, followed by a choked-back sob. What had he been thinking? Valley was right, there was nothing out here, and now he was lost and all alone. His girlfriend was gone, his mom was gone, and now he was going to die out in these horrible woods just like his father.

Blood gushing from his hands and tears flowing from his eyes, Gavin slowly sat up and tried to brush the dirt off of his soiled leather jacket. At that moment, he noticed a horrible smell.

Like a garbage dump. Like rotting meat. Like death.

The stench was overpowering. It assaulted his sinuses and made him gag. Gavin swayed, doubled over and vomited what little was in his stomach. The smell of it mixed with the nauseating air, threatening to make him throw up again, when all of a sudden, a shadow fell over the forest.

Gavin looked up, and his eyes met with a monster.

ねこまた nekomata

It was hard to discern in the pitch dark woods, but it must have been around 15-20 feet tall. The space around it rippled with what looked like dark, matted fur, two impossibly long, mangy tails danced behind it, and its drooling, slavering mouth held rotten, yellow teeth the size of small trees. A deafening buzzing noise could be heard near and around the monster, with Gavin realizing that this demon was shielded in a dark, undulating cloud of flies.

The worst part was it’s eyes.

Two soulless, pitch black holes, deep as an abandoned well, with two piercing pricks of bright, nuclear blue in their centers. The creatures gaze was blank, filled with nothing but hunger. Staring at Gavin like a bloody slab of steak. Like a tiny mouse in a trap.

It began to move towards him, calmly, and ever so casual. Gavin couldn’t cry out. All he could do was sit, stunned, in a rancid puddle of his own vomit. This can’t be real. God wouldn’t let this happen. At that moment, he realized that he had lost his rosary. The monster drew closer, until it’s head was just inches away from Gavin’s, it’s breath blowing into his face. He noticed large chunks of rotting flesh festering between it’s teeth, being fed on and burrowed into by the army of insects surrounding the creature.

I guess that explains the smell…

Gavin was frozen. He wished he had a weapon, wished he could attack the thing waiting in front of him. He wished he could move, so maybe he could try to escape. But instead, he was still as a stone, unable to do anything. How many times have you been in this position?

Gavin tried to brace himself for his death as the monsters mouth began to open. He waited to feel claws to rival his monster movies on his body, cracking his bones in half. He waited to feel teeth ripping his skin away from his muscles. He waited for the feeling of bodily fluids mixing and flowing and filling his lungs and his eyes and smothering him.

It never came. Maybe it would’ve been better than what followed.

Instead of devouring Gavin and leaving his bones for a stray dog to chew on, the monsters eyes rolled back into its head, and it’s face began to split down the middle. A viscous black liquid gushed out of the seams.

It almost looked like motor oil.

Gavin almost gagged as the creatures face slowly tore apart and peeled away, revealing a shiny white skull filled to the brim with millipedes. The oil-like substance dripped onto his clothes, further staining them, the black mixing with the red and green of the blood and vomit. One of the millipedes crawled out of the monsters gaping mouth and fell onto Gavin’s arm. He watched in horror as the insect burrowed into the gash on his hand. He could see it moving under his skin. He could feel it’s little legs poking at his muscles.

あなた以外に神はいない

do you understand?

Gavin promptly blacked out.

The next morning, at the end of Maple Street, the sun shone through the small yellow house’s windows. The birds were singing, and the paper boy was making his rounds as if nothing had happened, nothing at all. The calendar read October 16th, 1963. A certain young man’s 18th birthday.

Gavin woke up, at home, in his own bed, with his mind full of fog and the worst headache you can imagine. It felt like a jackhammer was being drilled into his brain.

Was it all… a horrible dream?

His jacket and t-shirt were lying on the floor next to his bed, but his jeans were still on. I need to stop sleeping in my clothes.

His side hurt. His hands hurt. It's nothing. I probably just fell, maybe cut myself on one of Mother's beer bottles...

As he rolled out of bed to get a shirt on, he noticed his drawings, rather than being scattered across the floor, were stacked up next to his desk. Looking through them, he saw they were all of shadowy, grey cats.

"Ugh..." He wondered if he'd been drinking, and that was why his head hurt so bad. Never mind that he didn't drink. That was his mother's habit. It's just that there was no other way to explain what had happened the night before.

Speaking of which...

"Gavin. Get down here. We need to talk."

A "Happy Birthday" would've been nice.

Ambling down the stairs, Gavin braced himself. Did she find out where he'd been, somehow? That would mean he'd actually ended up going, and the events of last night had actually played out. He wasn't ready to accept that truth.

His mother met his face, standing in the middle of their glass covered living room floor, which no one bothered to clean up. Her auburn hair looked like it hadn't been combed in weeks and her green sweater was covered in stains. She looked like she hadn't slept a day in her life.

"The sherrif found your motorcycle down by the outskirts of town, and your little girlfriend wouldn't say anything, but she seemed pretty damn shaken. Is there anything you'd like to say for yourself?"

no... it was a nightmare... nothing more...

"I don't know what you're talking about."

under his skin, something moved.

"Oh, i think you do. For eighteen years now, i've fed you, clothed you, provided for you and the ONLY THING i've asked in return is for you to STAY AWAY FROM THE WOODS. This is how you thank me? For EVERYTHING IVE EVER DONE FOR YOU?"

The woman was livid, blue eyes burning with rage, face locked in a snarl. She grabbed Gavin by the hair and pulled his face up close by hers. There was a distinct stench of alcohol on her breath. He'd heard this song before, many times over.

"You were looking for your father, weren't you."

He felt something running down his scalp. Blood? Something more viscous, perhaps? Motor oil?

Your father is dead. Maybe the "evil spirits" in those awful stories he told you did him in. At any rate, it doesn't matter anymore. Go into the woods if you want, because you're not welcome in my house anymore. If you want to be like your father, then be like him. Leave. Don't ever come back."

"Mama-"

"JUST GO!" The woman threw her son backwards, landing hard with a sickening CRUNCH into the floor's coating of broken glass and booze bottles. His mother's sorrow would find yet another way to hurt him, he thought, as he felt the shards dig into his back. This was it. Gavin would need to find someplace else to go. Wincing as he got up, blood rushing down his back, he limped back upstairs, grabbed his jacket and was just about to leave before he noticed several full beer bottles from her mom's stash. Nothing left to lose...

His mom couldn’t punish him for anything anymore. It was oddly freeing. He took a couple bottles and stowed them away. With everything he needed stored in his bag, there was one more place he figured he could try. If it didn't work, he would have to find someplace else.

Valley had spent the entire day up until that point talking to the police. They wouldn't get anything out of her, she didn't even know what had happened herself. Besides, everyone in town knew that these investigations were for show anyways. No one ever came out of the woods, and after a while, everyone forgot. Valley would have to as well.

At that moment, lying on her blue silk sheets, the doorbell rang.

"Listen Officer, i already told you i haven't got anything for you-"

Her eyes met not with a blue clad member of the force, but with a ghost. If possible, Gavin looked even worse than he did the night before, when she watched him jump the forbidden fence like a man possessed, seemingly sealing his fate. His clothes were covered in bloodstains, some looking old, some looking new. Valley couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"H-how? You’re not... no one is supposed to... I saw..."

"Hey again, Val."

How could he just show up on her doorstep like nothing happened at all? This wasn't how these cases were supposed to go. The posters would stay up for a while until they got taken down, and no one would ever talk about the missing person again. Maybe it was messed up, but that’s how it had always been.

"Gavin, i can't believe you're..."

"Alive? Yeah... i'm having some trouble believing that too."

Valley rubbed her temple and sighed. It was obvious she was very stressed. And why shouldn't she be? Her boyfriend of almost a year had seemingly gotten himself killed right in front of her, she'd spent the entire day talking to the cops about the incident, and now he'd showed up on her doorstep out of nowhere? Maybe it'd have been better if he hadn't come back at all. Maybe he should've just stayed gone. All he ever did was hurt others anyway...

Valley looked up, finally. "Okay, what do you-" Nothing. He'd already gone. It was like he hadn't even been there to begin with.

I’m such an idiot.

Val walked back upstairs to her room, flopped down onto her expensive silk sheets and screamed into her pillow. “That fucking ASSHOLE! How could he be so casual about this? I thought he died!! And now he leaves me all over again, with no explanation??” Valley was tired. This wasn’t the first stupid thing Gavin had pulled, and now he was crossing into genuinely dangerous territory. “That’s it. I’m done. I don’t need to worry about him anymore. Let him go back into that forest. See if I care.”

She decided it would be best to try to go to sleep, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

“You wouldn’t actually go back there… would you?”

Meanwhile, Gavin knew he needed to find his motorcycle. It could have either been taken by the police, or it was still out there by the woods. Somehow he doubted the cops had touched it. There was probably yellow tape around it or something. He didn't want to go back to the forest, but somehow, some way, he knew he had to.

His hand itched, and there was still something squirming beneath his skin. It felt like it was trying to get out. To go back into the forest, and take him with it.

Was he marked?

At that moment, Gavin remembered the bottles he’d taken from his house, if he could call it that anymore.

Maybe it could help me get my courage back.

He took one swig, then another. The first drink was awful. It tasted like hatred and burned his throat, but he kept forcing it down, because he was desperate to feel SOMETHING. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea…

He kept going anyways.

After a while, it started to get better. Or maybe this was what being drunk was like. Before he knew, he'd burned through nearly half of the bottles he'd stolen, and each sip sent fire down his throat, burning away his inhibitions. How did i never try this? How do people not do this every day? His head swam and his thoughts blurred, and all he knew was that he felt good, and that a new chapter of his life was about to begin.

Follow me.

A voice rang out from seemingly nowhere in particular, taking his hand, dragging him along for the ride. Whatever was under his skin felt like it was trying to tear it’s way out and lead him to the woods. Maybe he was marked. Marked for this journey.

Follow. I know what you’re looking for. I can take you there. You’re going to see something beautiful…

And what else could he do? The alcohol in his system was preventing him from thinking straight anyways. Gavin felt himself almost being pulled forward by some external, seemingly invisible force. He felt fur all around him. It was almost nice. Comfortable. He could hear disjointed voices, seeming far away.

“Hey, isn’t that…” “It can’t be. He should be dead...” “They never come back.” “Is he okay?”

Pay them no mind… we’ll be here soon.

Two glowing blue pinpricks. Jack o lanterns outside of cookie cutter houses. Follow the lights. This is your destiny.

Destiny?

Gavin had never thought of destiny before. When he found his motorcycle, that felt like destiny. When he started dating Valley, that felt like destiny.

I guess none of that matters now.

Everything itched.

Suddenly, he was back by the fence, in the outskirts of town. Didn’t it usually take longer to get here, especially by foot?

There was a hole in the fence, seemingly cut out just for him. Did I do that? And right in front of it, there it was.

His motorcycle. It hadn’t been moved since the night before.

There was a path slicing through the forest. He didn’t remember that from the last time he was there.

The bike was fueled up and ready for him. Gavin knew what had to be done. Whether or not this was real or an alcohol induced haze didn’t matter to him. Getting on the bike and finding out what was on the other side of those woods was all that mattered.

Any horrible monsters or demons be damned.

He revved up the motorcycle and back through the woods he went, and with his inhibitions drowned out of his body, Gavin could finally see how pretty it was out there. The almost supernatural blues and greens of the tree leaves complimenting the pearlescent bark. He could see the shadows of impossibly large creatures rustling behind the trees. This time, the atmosphere of the woods felt less like a warning and more like a new beginning. But sometimes, new beginnings can be just as terrifying.

He didn’t see the cat until he’d already hit it. He’d been swerving through the path, and had come pretty close to a crash several times over, just barely missing any stray trees or rocks. However, his drunken reflexes weren’t going to be enough to save him for long.

A jingling bell. Glowing, fearful blue eyes on gray fur. A animals shriek. A thud, a splat, and a swerve. Too late. The damage had been done, and both the bike and the boy were thrown aside by something that seemed far larger than a roadkill cat. Something that threw them a long way before they landed, and they landed hard on what seemed like pavement. why would there be pavement way out here in this forest?

Gavin skid across the ground, feeling something pop out of his face theysaidmyeyesweresobeautiful, well, what was left of his face, as he felt his skin scraping off the side of his body pleasemommyitburnsitburns, and as he felt the shattering of bones upon impact that’smorethanjustmyhipisn’tit and the broken glass shards embedding in his flesh feelslikehome, it all came to him. It came to him as he realized his bike was pinning him to the ground, as he felt his limbs bend the wrong way, as blood and piss and oil flowed from seemingly every opening on his body.

I guess this is it. I’m dying.

I didn’t even get to see what was on the other side.

Was there even anything on the other side?

Was this what happened to Father?

I can feel the glass in my back.

All I am is glass. I want to go home.

I want to see Mother. God, maybe, if I’m lucky. Something tells me if I’m not lucky.

招き猫 maneki-neko

All I am is glass.

The last things Gavin heard as the black washed over him were a pained, stilted meow, a blood gurgle (my first victim’s? my own?), and the skittering of something crawling out of the cavity where his eye used to be.

all for nothing…

all for...

Fur. Fur, all around him. Again. He was beginning to get sick of this feeling. Or was it becoming comfortable? He didn’t know. The feeling reminded him of his mother’s old habits. Not like he had any time to dwell on her, because the moment he opened his remaining eye, he was met with a massive feline skull, seemingly coming out of and from the darkness around him, with two blue pinpricks for eyes.

Welcome, old friend.

I know your voice. Who are you?

That doesn’t matter. You want to get out of here, don’t you?

Yes. I never got to see… I never got to see what was…

I can do that for you. I can bring you back. I can get you out.

How?

A massive paw with claws like butcher knives materialized in front of him. What was the saying? Don’t deal with the devil?

Was this even the devil? Or was this something else entirely?

Take my hand. Your transformation will come with pain and hardship, but it will help the both of us. I promise.

Gavin didn’t want this to be for nothing. He didn’t want to go back into the darkness. He really didn’t.

You don’t have to. You can always just stay where you are. Forever.

His journey, his pain, his losses, his discoveries. He wanted to know where it all would lead.

What is your final decision, old friend?

He needed to know.

He put out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then forcefully connected it with the gargantuan paw splayed out before him. No going back now.

So it shall be. Thank you, Gavin.

The gray fur melted around him and gathered into his hand. It began to spread and grow from there, covering each inch of his body. His arms, his legs, his torso, his face. It blinded him, and as he lost his senses one by one, he felt it flow into the cavernous empty eye socket left by his recklessness.

Curiosity killed the cat.

But satisfaction brought it back.

After hours, or days, I can’t tell anymore, Gavin woke up changed, someplace else. Everything hurt. He felt like every part of his body was bleeding. His injuries might have healed by some supernatural force, but it sure didn’t feel that way.

He opened his eye and the first thing that struck him was that instead of a forest, he was met with a sprawling junkyard, filled to the brim with piles of garbage as tall as buildings, against a stark red sky. An all manner of dilapidated mechanical gadgets. People’s weeks-old trash. Horrible smelling organic matter that Gavin didn’t want to look at or even think about. Salvage heaven? He couldn’t tell, but it felt like everything anyone had every thrown away ended up here.

Have I been thrown away, too?

Gavin attempted to get his bearings and try and survey his new surroundings, but every move he made felt like a thousand knives as hot as the sun were being inserted into his flesh. He knew he had to do SOMETHING, though.

I need to see what happened to my body. I need to see the results of this “transformation.”

There was a reflective pool of a familiar black, viscous liquid seemingly a few feet away from him, his estimate as his depth perception had all but disappeared. Maybe that would work. Abandoning all dignity he might’ve still kept at this point, he put his death-razed arms out in front of him and dragged himself to his goal.

Is this what I’ve come to? Is this the culmination of all my 18 years of life? I never even saw my senior prom.

Gavin would see something else, however. Mustering up all his strength, he made it to the metallic puddle and attempted to stand. A thousand sickening cracking noises resonated out of his body, as if he was 81 rather than 18. The pain was so unbearable he almost puked his literal guts out into the looking glass puddle he’d just worked so hard to reach.

However, what he saw in it made him hurt in a different way. He didn’t know whether or not it was worse than the pain of all the injuries he’d agreed to endure. Whatever I just struck a pact with must not have been powerful enough to get rid of any pain I might be feeling, even if I’m now able to live through it.

Before him was a face he didn’t recognize, a face he might’ve expected from the horror movies he used to sneak out to see. His skin appeared ash white, like all of his blood had drained from his body. The skin he had left, anyways, as the right side of his body, the side he’d landed on after the accident, had barely any at all. He’d never really thought of what human muscles looked like underneath skin, but now was as good a time as ever to find out. If he could even still be classified as “human”. His teeth were an odd red color and had seemingly all been replaced by canine incisors, giving him a terribly offputting grin on top of everything else concerning his new appearance that might scare a person off.

His jacket sleeve was completely torn away, his black pants ripped to shreds, and his hair had turned that same familiar shade of gray, with no trace of the brown his loved ones had run their fingers through. His remaining eye was glassy and pale, with a jaundiced yellow look to it, and the cavity where his other eye used to be was so badly shredded that some of the bone could be seen. His eyelid seemed to have suffered the same fate, leaving the gaping hole in his head open for all to stare at and wonder about. His limbs had grown bushy, tangled gray fur, and at his fingertips were retractable, cat-like claws.

The most noticeable new features, however, were marked by new weight at his back and on the sides of his head. Two large, alien looking, cat-like ears had grown over Gavin’s old human ears, with lumps in places were imperfections seem to have occurred. His right ear was deformed and stunted, seemingly due to the damage he had suffered in that area. It gave him the look of a stray cat that lost the tip of it’s ear in some kind of turf war. And at his lower back danced two long, ratty, almost mangy gray tails. They seemed somewhat non-Euclidean, appearing longer and shorter depending on where you looked at them, and adorning them were two concerning markings that looked a bit like teeth.

As the boy stared into his reflection, the heavy realization settled over him like a wet cotton blanket. The old Gavin, the one that had listened to his fathers folktales and eaten at the local diner and gotten into fights at school and drawn on his arms and snuck his girlfriend into movies, was dead. He had died in an accident in the forest like so many others before him, and his replacement was this ungodly chimaera-like creature.

For the first time since he was in elementary school, Gavin knelt to the ground, threw his gaze to the red, smog-filled sky, and let himself cry. Heaving, painful sobs. The culmination of all of his life’s mistakes. No one would be there to see him, anyways.

Who’s going to love me, looking like this?

Will God forgive me for becoming something so unholy?

Was any of this even worth it?

A familiar voice rang out inside his head. Something told him that this was where it lived now.

You’re not ungodly, my disciple. In fact, you are far from it. You came back from the dead, something many saints couldn’t accomplish. There’s something divine in that, is there not?

Is that who you are? Are you God?

Laughter. And with that, the voice in his head, in his heart, went dormant.

Gavin strained and threw up a little, but managed to get up. Looking around the endless expanse of the junkyard, he noticed something, standing out from the rest of the wreckage.

A cherry-red Mustang convertible, smeared with long-dried blood. Laying next to it, a page out of fairly recent looking calendar, with the date reading April 14th, 2163.

Suddenly, the junkyard didn’t seem so endless anymore. Gavin could see what looked like a cityscape in the distance. Mustering up all the strength he could, he began to walk.

I guess this is my new beginning.

For a brief moment, the spirit’s voice came back into his head.

あなた以外に神はいない

There is no god but you.

A young girl tacks a missing persons poster to a telephone pole. What have you seen? What have you found?

Would she ever find out? Who else did?

the end LMAO ✌🏻 I hope you liked this I worked my ass off on it. If you didn’t that’s okay!! I’m not sure if I like it, either!! But at least it’s done. YIPPEE. Now go drink some water.