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

[stil-lindigo]

fucking HECS debt…

[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.”

[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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[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.”

[diorsluv]

casual , part 5

“ i thought you thought of me better ”

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[bro-atz]

superstar

in which: you punish idol seonghwa in real life because out of everyone in the limited theme cards you missed, it was only him

pair: idol!seonghwa/afab!reader

word count: 3k

content: smut, (minimal) bdsm, slight sadism... oop, oral sex, bedroom sex, so loud the entire dorm hears, unprotected sex (but you're long time partners, so it's consensual), completely consensual!

author's note: i spent a solid hour screaming at my phone to the point where my roommate called me an overdramatic husky all bc i was trying to finish the gd wake up theme but i never got to mcfucking finish it bc the seonghwa card refused to show up and i'm still livid so this is my way of telling hwa to square up (ง'̀-'́)ง

apply for the permanent taglist here! superstar!series: seonghwa, san

You were hanging out in the dorm with the boys while playing SuperStar ATEEZ, a couple of the boys sitting in the living room with you— Yunho, San, and your boyfriend Seonghwa. Usually, you’d get three stars for the songs that San couldn’t get while Seonghwa and Yunho would play through the levels themselves just trying to one up the other. This day, though, you were absolutely livid with the game.

They had dropped a limited edition card pack with a song from their latest comeback six days prior, and you had yet to collect cards for all eight members on the final day with just thirty minutes to spare. You were tapping on your screen angrily as San and Yunho watched with wary eyes— Seonghwa, meanwhile, had gone somewhere in the dorm to do this and that.

“I swear to fucking God, if I don’t get this card, I’m going to kill someone,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Which card?” Yunho asked as he leaned over your shoulder to peak at your screen.

“This fucking bitch,” you pointed to the greyed out card on your screen and huffed. “It’s always fucking impossible for me to get Hwa cards, I’m telling you.”

You purchased another pack and tapped the buttons quickly, trying to see if you got the Seonghwa card you needed, only to get two Mingi C cards for the limited theme.

“Fuck off Mingi!” you shrieked.

Mingi, who heard you, popped his head out of his room and frowned. “What the fuck did I do?!”

You were still angrily tapping away on your phone, so San answered for you, “No, she just keeps getting your card for SuperStar ATEEZ. Nothing personal.”

“Oh, shit… Y/N is playing SuperStar right now?” Mingi said with a grimace on his face.

“Yep,” Yunho confirmed.

Mingi nodded with a frown before slowly retreating into his room— he did not like interacting with you when you were playing SuperStar ATEEZ because you were just too intense for him. Well, at least sober him didn’t like interacting with competitive you.

You had five minutes left and one more attempt at buying the special thirty pack. If you didn’t get Seonghwa in this pack, then hopefully you could get him in the A card pull since you would have bought the special pack forty times by then.

“Come on, come on, come on, come on,” you said under your breath as the cards were revealed.

You didn’t get any of the limited edition theme cards. Fine, at least you had the A pull.

“You have got to be shitting me! Not another fucking Choi fucking San card!” you screamed.

San, scared for his life, immediately rushed to his room. He peeked through the crack in the doorframe. Before you could smash your phone into the ground, Yunho snatched your phone out of your hands and did his best to calm you down, but you were a force to be reckoned with. Out of all the cards you had to be missing, it just happened to be the one person you loved and cared about the most. You couldn’t even get a C version of your boyfriend’s card!

“Park Seonghwa, get your ass over here right now!” you yelled, knowing that the man could definitely hear your voice echoing in the dorm.

Seonghwa immediately rushed over to you, his eyes wide. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

He tried to wrap his arms around you and comfort you as he usually did, but you were not there for it. You knew that you failing to get his card was not your boyfriend’s fault, but you still wanted to take your anger out on him.

“Come with me, you annoying piece of shit,” you told him as held onto the collar of his shirt tightly.

You dragged him all the way to his bedroom and pushed him so that he fell onto his bed. You locked the door behind you then ordered, “Take off your shirt and pants right now.”

“Y/N, can you please tell me what on Earth is going on?” Seonghwa asked while obeying your order. “Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

“Baby, I love you, but just shut the fuck up for now because I’m going to kill you right now. I’m very fucking angry.”

You took Seonghwa’s shirt and tied one of his wrists to the headboard while his other wrist was tied up by his pants. You straddled his waist and held his face with one hand, your fingers squishing his cheeks. Seonghwa looked up at you with his starry eyes which were once filled with fear now replaced by desire.

“Why do you continue to evade me, baby? I’m sick and tired of this,” you began your rant. “All I want is to complete my fucking set, but I can’t get your fucking card for the life of me!”

“My photocard?” Seonghwa said kind of cutely since you were still squishing his cheeks— it nearly made you smile, but you held your frown because anger first.

“No, your card in SuperStar.”

Seonghwa let out a puff of air that was most likely supposed to be a giggle, infuriating you further. “It’s not funny, Hwa! I’m really fucking upset! I’m not going to have a complete set, and it’s all your fault!”

You let go of his face to slap his chest lightly. Seonghwa let out a little sigh as he played along and said, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wish I could give you the card… How can I make it up to you?”

“Keep your mouth shut. I want you to suffer, now.”

You kissed him harshly, your teeth sinking into his lower lip. Seonghwa’s entire body reacted, and he let out a little grunt, only for you to stop kissing him and slap his face— it wasn’t a hard slap, but it was definitely strong enough for him to stare at you with wide eyes, his boba eyes trembling.

“I told you to keep your mouth shut. If I hear a single noise come out of your mouth, I’ll fucking kill you… You are only to answer when I ask you a question,” you instructed.

Seonghwa gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and answered with a tiny nod. You had to bite your tongue to keep from smiling. Submissive Seonghwa was always a sight to behold because he (for some odd reason) was usually the dominant one in your relationship. Whenever he wore that fuck ass black wife-beater, he always uses the fact that you thirst for him greatly against you in bed and orders you around. It was your turn. You were excited.

“You’ve been a bad boy,” you started, your voice dropping. You lowered yourself so that you could whisper in his ear, “A very, very, bad boy. Do you know why?”

“No… Why?” Seonghwa answered, his voice wavering with both fear and excitement.

You slapped his face. “It’s ma’am to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am…”

“Good. Do you know why you’ve been a bad boy?”

“No, ma’am… Please tell me why.”

You traced Seonghwa’s jawline with your fingernail, then ran your fingertips lightly from his forehead to his lips. Your fingers lingered on his lips as you told him, “I want you. I don’t want Mingi or San. When I tell you to come, then you better come.”

Your other hand cupped Seonghwa’s stiff crotch. You were talking about his card when you told him to come, but you also meant it in the dirty sense. Your hold on his balls got tighter, making the man’s body lurch.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say it’s okay, understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you said with a nod. Your fingers, which were still on his lips, pushed forward as you said, “Suck.”

Seonghwa took your middle two fingers into his mouth and began to suck, his tongue swirling around them. You pressed your lips together to suppress a moan. You felt your panties getting wetter by the second, but you had to be patient. You wanted everything to be a slow burn to make Seonghwa suffer— the same way his card taunted you for a week.

You reached down his briefs and produced his stiff cock, pre-cum leaking out at an uncontrollable rate.

“You’re a bad, dirty boy. Look at how desperate your dick is for my touch,” you said with a slight smirk as you swirled circles on the top, your finger picking up some of the pre-cum. You then licked your finger, Seonghwa’s face going red. He wanted to look away, but your fingers were still in his mouth. Luckily for him, you wanted your fingers back, and so he was able to turn his head when your fingers withdrew.

“Who said you could look away?” you asked sternly, Seonghwa’s head immediately moving back into place. “You are to keep your eyes on me, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” Seonghwa said breathily as you moved your hand to his dick and squeezed lightly.

You took off your shirt and placed it on the bed knowing that you were going to need it later. You moved down until your face was right by his penis. You would be lying if you said you weren’t thirsting for his hot, throbbing cock. You wanted him inside you desperately, but slow burn… You had to take your time.

“Now,” you said after placing a light kiss on the top of his penis. “You must keep your eyes on me, you are not to cum until I say it’s okay, you are not to move at all, and I don’t want to hear a single noise come from you.”

Seonghwa nodded, his lower lip trapped between his teeth as he prepared for whatever it was you were going to do to him. You bent down, and Seonghwa braced himself for he was expecting you to take him right into your mouth. You, on the other hand, took your sweet fucking time. You delicately ran your nails along his length, observing his pretty dick. His dick was angry, red, and throbbing, but it was still so gorgeous— just like how Seonghwa was he was angry.

Then, you ran your tongue along his penis, a trail of saliva connecting the head to the tip of your tongue. You wanted to lap him up like an erotic lollipop and not just stick it in your mouth. Seonghwa’s entire body shivered as you continued lick after lick. Your hand rubbed his length as your tongue swirled around the tip. And finally, when you began to suck on the tip of his penis, you intentionally looked up at Seonghwa with what he liked to describe as “your seductive eyes”.

Seonghwa was a mess. He was biting his lip hard, and his wrists were strained— he definitely wanted to push your head down like he usually did and fuck your mouth until you gagged, but you weren’t going to let him. Absolutely not.

You took all of him into your mouth, his penis nearly hitting the back of your throat. You moved slowly, savoring ever little bit of him, which was excruciating for him and you knew it. You were enjoying every single bit of it, noting his trembling thighs and hips, and you continued to enjoy it until he pushed his waist upwards, making you gag slightly. You immediately sat up and slapped his face.

“I said you weren’t allowed to move, didn’t I?!”

“Yes, ma’am, you did,” he replied meekly.

“Then why did you move when I specifically told you not to?”

“…Sorry, ma’am.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Seonghwa,” you spat as you got off the bed and moved away from him. “You need to beg forgiveness.”

“What happens if I don’t?” he asked, getting a little cheeky, which annoyed the shit out of you.

“Then you can remain like that,” you gestured to his wrists and trembling, erect penis.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened. He shook his head furiously as he said, “No! No, Y/N, please don’t do that! I’m sorry!”

You ran your fingers through his hair and grabbed onto the roots before pulling his head backwards. He stared at you with the same trembling eyes from before accompanied by a quivering lip, intensifying the fire raging inside you.

“What did I say?” you hissed.

“Sorry! I meant ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am,” Seonghwa was near tears.

You felt a little bad. You both knew that you weren’t actually mad, but you were scared that you were taking it a little too far. Seonghwa had yet to use the safe word you both came up with earlier on in your relationship, but you decided to lay off. Your fingers released his hair. You cupped his face lovingly and left him with a sweet kiss. You tasted a hint of blood as you kissed him, making you realize that Seonghwa bit his lip so hard that he started bleeding.

“Alright, I’ll allow you to call me by my name,” you whispered as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. “But, I want you to scream my name, okay?”

Seonghwa nodded, his tense body easing up. You got on the bed again and grabbed your shirt, Seonghwa staring at you with wide eyes.

“You’re not going to untie me?” he asked.

“No. If anything, I’m going to tie another piece of clothing around you,” you said as you showed him your bunched up shirt.

“Where?!”

You smirked. Next thing you knew, Seonghwa was blindfolded. You removed the rest of your clothing as a clearly antsy Seonghwa waited for you to touch him.

“Y/N,” he whimpered. “Hurry…”

“I told you what to do. Beg. Scream my name,” you whispered in his ear.

“Y/N! Please! I want you! I need you so bad!” Seonghwa cried loudly while almost thrashing his free limbs about.

“Good boy.”

You straddled your boyfriend, his cock rubbing along your ass crack. You watched Seonghwa bite his lower lip again and squirm while trying to hold back a moan. You pulled his lip out gently with your fingertips and said, “Don’t hold back.”

With that, you positioned yourself and sat down slowly, a loud, long, airy moan echoing in the room. Before you started moving, you thought up the dumbest fucking line and wanted to use it on your struggling boyfriend.

“Hwa, want me to slow it down? Make it bouncy?” you teased.

“Fuck, Y/N, don’t— Hnngh! Ah!”

Seonghwa’s voice cracked as he moaned loudly when you clenched your pussy, which for some odd reason turned you on incredibly. Holding onto the back of your legs for support, you started moving— bouncing—and moaned quietly, wanting to hear more of Seonghwa’s moans, groans, and cries. His breathing was rough and sporadic, egging you on to move faster, causing your own breathing to get rougher the more you tried to refrain from moaning. His hips bucked upwards in rhythm with yours, but that wasn’t enough for his pleasure.

“Y/N, please untie me! I want to touch you,” Seonghwa pleaded.

“That… Defeats the purpose… Of the punishment,” you said while panting.

So, since Seonghwa couldn’t touch you, you lowered yourself so that you were pressing your breasts against his chest. The difference in angle was really doing it for Seonghwa because his voice cracked yet again, his moans getting higher in pitch. You wished that you could see your boyfriend’s eyes in that moment because you knew for a fact that they were rolling to the back of his head— they always did when the two of you had sex.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath, the influx of profanities rolling off his tongue nearly making you cum.

Before he could utter another word, you brought your lips to his and kissed him passionately, Seonghwa’s long and rude tongue invading your mouth within seconds. He could only last so long, though, as his breathing was getting quicker and shallower. The man gasped as you released his lips then trailed painfully sweet hickeys down his neck. Right as you got to his collarbone, you moved your hand to his chest and played with his nipple.

“Oh God!” Seonghwa whimpered. “Y/N, I wanna cum!”

“Okay, baby. Cum inside,” you gave him your blessing (only because you, too, were nearing your climax).

With a final slap of your ass on his hips, you pressed your body down and cried with pleasure. You came first, completely moving yourself off of his cock so that you could squirt, your thighs trembling as you barely held yourself up.

You held Seonghwa’s dick and sat back down on it with another unintentional clench. Seonghwa groaned loudly as he came, his load shooting through you and filling you up. His cock spasmed several times inside you, nearly making you cum once more.

You collapsed on him with a deep sigh and rested for a brief moment before you reached and untied one of the restraints. You remained laying on his chest and listened to his beating heart return to a normal rate, leaving Seonghwa to untie the other restraint and blindfold himself (which he did almost immediately). His arms, once they were free, embraced you, his hands holding onto your ass, his dick still deep inside you.

“Sweetheart,” Seonghwa said his nickname for you softly, prompting you to look up at him. “Fuck, you can’t look at me with those eyes.”

His penis stiffened inside you again. His hands itched to move your ass up and down on his dick, but he didn’t just yet.

“You want to go again, don’t you?” you asked him.

“Yes, please.”

An hour and a half later, you finished up in the shower and emerged from Seonghwa’s bedroom wearing fresh clothes. You saw Yunho sitting in the living room, a grin appearing on his face the second he saw you.

“Get it out of your system?” he asked.

“Yup,” you responded cheerily as you flopped into the arm chair in the living room.

“Coast is clear, boys!” Yunho called out, prompting San and Mingi to emerge from their rooms.

They joined you and Yunho in the living room. San looked around before asking, “Seonghwa?”

“Mortified.”

“You scream his name like every other night, but he’s shy when he screams your name? Tsk tsk,” Mingi shook his head.

“He’s more embarrassed about the fact that his voice cracked,” you had to stifle a laugh.

The other three boys shared sympathetic nods— they’d all been there before.

Several minutes later, Seonghwa finally emerged from his room, his face pink. He was still embarrassed. He joined you in the arm chair and hugged you tightly as you sat on his lap. He dug his face in the nook of your neck and let out a tiny whine.

“Baby, I won’t embarrass you like this again as long as I get your card,” you said softly while petting his hair. “So you better make sure I get the card next time, okay?”

“How the fuck am I going to do that?!” Seonghwa said in despair.

“You could give her your credit card,” Mingi put in his two cents.

“How would that help?”

“She can buy all the packs, even the hella expensive ones. She’ll be sure to finish her set if she gets the packs,” Yunho explained.

“Oh! That’s a good idea! Give me your credit card,” you faced your boyfriend with sparkles in your eyes and an open palm.

“…I’d rather you just punish me, sweetheart.”

You frowned. You grabbed his cheeks and brought him closer to you before whispering threateningly, “Then I won’t have mercy on you next time.”

“…On second thought, let me go grab my wallet.”

[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!

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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. 

[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.

[futurewriter2000]

Caring -pt. 4

A/N: It was supposed to be a final part but I got invested into it so I might make it a bit longer. Also I swear I’m getting back into writing just my morning shifts take out everything out of me.

XX

Sunday felt grey; it felt grey in a way, where nothing moved anywhere and nothing had colour. You felt as if you had lost your mind yesterday, bursting into your room in a fit of rage that you had nowhere to focus it on. From all the sleepless nights, exhaustion disappeared and you were livid. Your shaking body stood there, fingers cramping up and your nails digging so far into your skin, that the pain of it felt relieving. You didn't know what you felt, you just knew that you felt this gigantic black cloud inside of you that wanted to explode. Your thoughts were running by your mind in lighting speed but there was one thought that seemed to be in the focus of it.

Remus.

Remus. Your feelings for him. Him making fun of you with his friends. and trying so hard to pull a prank on you- well, they didn't succeed, did they. You knew about it. You felt it. You felt the hair on your neck stick out and your guard appear when you felt something wasn't right.

And as much as you chose forgivness before, you were too busy filled with revenge and fury to even find it in a mere existence of it. To worse it all of, you had a project with him. You had a whole year left with him.

... And you tried so hard to be better...

Fuck him and fuck his friends. You're tired of him and everything remotely related to him.

You grabbed your pillow and threw so far across the room onto another bed. Thank God for Hogsmeade, or else you couldn't act so immature and pathetic with your roommates around. You grabbed the pillow again and hit the wall with it, screaming and grunting- punching it and it drove you crazy because it was: SO. DAMN. SOFT.

You realised you had more curse words inside of your personal dictionary in so many other languages that would make Merlin himself turn in his grave, but you didn't care- because Remus was making you so pathetic, making you a clown and the pillow was so fucking soft to experience any pain...

... then all the anger just collapsed inside of you and you wailed. Not cried or sobbed... but wailed. "How could he-" you sobbed, your chest minimizing its size. "- how could he do that-" you buried your head in completely ravaged pillow.

You wailed...

... and wailed...

... and wailed.

The pillow was traumatised. It has experienced more aggression than it had from all the other students before you.

And you knew that since it was soaked in all of your tears and whatever liquid came from your nose. The shadows of your head were pulsing from exhaustion and before you knew it, you fell asleep in a small, fetal sleeping position- hugging your pillow so tightly and disappearing into the darkness of sad slumber.

The idea of cruel revenge disappeared in the morning. If it was morning. Your roommates weren't in bed, so they were either at breakfast or they were about to come in any second from it.

You looked at your clock and widened your eyes.

"FUCK!" you jumped up and felt the dizziness throw you back onto your bed.

They weren't at breakfast, they were at lunch.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit." you laid on your back and put the palms of your hands on top of your eyes.

---

It was as if you only blinked once and hours went by. Dinner and by now you were too hungry to stay in your room. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he hurt you. You didn't want to give anybody that satisfaction of knowing somebody can hurt you- not even your roommates or your closest friends. You were known as the happy one, the tough one, the emotionless one.

Though you hated that mask you hid behind, you had to wear it because if you didn't, you felt uncomfortable. The funny thing is, everybody wears masks. It's the nature of life and it protects us from fiends and foes, but now all you wanted was somebody to be there for you. Not somebody, but him. You'd say pathetic, but the deep desire for him to run up to you and tell you how sorry he is, create this big, grand gesture and kiss you passionately was all your mind created. It was either that or thinking about the rage, which you realised ended up in tears and utterly destroyed pillow.

You tried not to put too much effort in your look but to look like not putting too much effort, you did just that. Your eyes made you look like a frog, swollen so badly you didn't know what to do or say to your roommates about it. You washed them with cold water but it didn't go away and the headache didn't help either. The painkiller took so long to give in effect and you felt like nothing could make this pain go away.

You sat down on the edge of a bathtub and put your hands on top of your eyes. Everything felt useless. The lump in your throat did not help what-so-ever causing your eyes to water, but you tried to gather your thoughts and suck them back in.

You smiled, but your jaw hurt. You washed your face and with ease, you opened your door.

"Merlin, I will never sleep this long ever again." you groaned loudly as your roommates looked up. "Look at my eyes. It's like I was just done with some allergy testing."

Your friends laughed to your statements and it was like you put no effort into your mask at all. It all came out so naturally.

"Let the magic of time, heal all wounds." one of your friends said as she walked to you and watched your eyes.

"Or may a prince kiss your froggy eyes." said the other

"Bog off!" you laughed, throwing a pillow at her. "I'm so hungry but I have no clue what to wear."

"It's just dinner. For all others care, you can wear a potato sack." said the one who was sitting beside you and carefully looked at your eyes. She eyes you suspiciously, then got up and left.

She knew and you knew she knew. She also knew you, so she left you alone until you decide to open up yourself- if you ever will.

You didn't, however, wear a potato sack. You put on leggings and perfectly sized hoodie. It fell a bit over your back and covered the length of your arms neatly. You put a bit of moisturizer over your face and mascara. Your hair was half up and half laid down. With that you felt your confidence boost up and so you walked out of the room.

---

Remus sat there alone. He sat as far away from his friends as he could because he was furious, livid- just like you, you would say... but he wasn't hurt like you. His friends sat a few seats away, glancing occasionally with guilt. Of course, there would be angry looks at them. They had a perfectly good reason to "help" him get a bit closer to you. Obviously, they failed but it was all good intentions. James felt more guilt than any of the other three, so he stared at Remus with a large amount of guilt. It came to a point his eyes felt like a constant bug on the corners of Remus' eyes. Remus sighed and looked at him with a threatning glare, yet with another look that gave an exhausted perception of just how out of energy he was.

James walked up but as soon as he did, Remus' eyes went wide and he quickly stretched out his neck.

James turned around to find you walking along with your roommates and laughing. He smiled and he tried to make his way to you. He can fix this!

"Oi! (y/n)!" he shouted and ran towards you, leaving Remus paralyzed in terror.

Besides Remus, James was the second least person you wanted to lay your eyes upon but when you did, your eyes fell dark and intimidating.

James stopped in front of you and took a big breath. Your energy did give discomfort and he knew he was to blame but he was a fixer. James was a fixer...

"About last night- it's really not Remus' fault. He had no clue about anything, I swear." he started, meanwhile you and your friend eyes each other.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you lied, deadly serious.

James was too stunned to speak from your reaction. If there was anything he expected, it was a burst of anger or threats, not complete ignorance.

"I-uh-" he stumbled over his own words and you placed a smile.

"You got the wrong girl, James." was all you said before moving past him.

James looked after you, then at Remus, whose eyes shouted questions and perhaps some slurs at him but James only shrugged. What was he suppose to say or do? He was confused.

And despite the fact that you completely ignored Remus' existance a few seats away from you, your heart was pounding inside your chest. You didn't tell your roommates about last night. You didn't tell anybody. If you were honest, you lied to yourself about it as well. It was embarrassing to admit to something like that; that you were the victim of a prank from the famous four and to give them the satisfaction of it was not in your plan.

You were sweating from all the four pairs of eyes on you and you couldn't focus, nor eat anything in front of you. Your nervousness was at large and there was no apetite left in you. You loved food. You could devote your whole life to it but at the moment, your stomach was empty.

You stood up. You left.

The mask eventually fell with passing steps and the tears in your eyes started to gather. You pulled them back in but as you did so, it was as if all the pain tears held, you sucked it back in to your throat. It was dry and preventing any air to come into your lungs. It was horrible; hungry, shaking, nervous... you felt that if anything else decides to appear in your body chemistry, you'd might as well turn into dust.

And there he was. Right in front of you.

How could he have even got in front if you left him behind?

What other sorcery was that?

Your eyes were confused but you dared not to say a word until your body would calm down.

"(y/n)..." he spoke softly, regretfully.

Oh God. The soft tone of his voice definitely did not help to better your mood.

He would look into your eyes, eyes that were glistening in the darkness of the upcoming night. Swollen all around their colour, it felt like your pain would eat them alive.

Didn't he cause you enough of pain already?

All you felt- all those tears that didn't come from your eyes yet- he made that.

"I didn't- I swear I didn't plan any prank on you last night. I didn't have any evil master plan for you except to finish our project and I didn't finish it. I didn't finish it because we should do it together."

You turned your head away and smiled. Tears fell uncontrollably by themselves and you wiped it away as if it was never there.

Yet, you couldn't fool him, you both pretended you could.

"Yeah, whatever." you said. "I can do it by myself." was all you said before walking past him.

He let out a heavy sigh and shouted behind you. "That's not what I meant, (y/n)!"

"I know what you meant!" you turned around, shaking with rage you couldn't control either. You weren't in control. You felt like a volcano about to erupt and knowing you couldn't prevent it, you let it. "But do you really think I would trust you after last night! Huh!?"

"It wasn't what you think! I promise you, (y/n)! It wasn't." he walked towards you.

"Stop saying my name, goddamit!" you put your hands on the sides of your head like the sound of your name from his mouth clouded any remaining thought in your head. "You annoy me!" you pointed your finger at his chest, poking him angrily. "And it's funny because I was supposed to be the annoying one, right!"

"I never said you were- whatever I said last night, I didn't mean it."

"But you did, Remus." you growled, poking him again. "And I know you did because I heard you and your friends making fun of me that day after you fell asleep in class and you were so rude to me- you were so stuck up and mean AND I STILL WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO WOKE YOU UP! I put my feelings and my ego aside, FOR YOU! And it wasn't because I liked you for such a long time. It was simply because I am a decent human being WHICH I CANNOT SAY for you and your friends!"

"Me and my friends- we do appear that way and if you heard us talk- that wasn't me."

"Wasn't it?" you scoffed.

"No, it wasn't!" he let it out so desperately. "I had a rough few days, (y/n). I wasn't myself."

"I don't care." you shook your head. "I don't believe a single word you say right now. You're a rude, mean asshole that I don't want anything to do with anymore and fuck it! I'll finish it myself and you go play dungeons and dragons with your friend lot." you turned him your back and stomped away.

He shut his eyes, not believing the situation playing in front of him. "How can I make you believe me?!" he shouted after you.

You turned around, almost tripping but catching yourself just in time. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't believe a unicorn if I saw it right now."

"Fucking fine!" he shouted, stomping after you and catching your pace faster with his longer pace. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You turned and glared at him and he stared back- something hidden, unspoken in his eyes tried to tell you something. His eyes were filled with fear, something you didn't see before- something that made you calm down as his grip let go of you slowly.

"What?!?" you snarled. "You're going to tell me that-"

"I have lycanthrophy." he blurted out.

It took you longer to process what he had said because if he said- "If you had lycanthrophy that would mean that you're a-"

"-werewolf." he finished your sentence.

You let out a laugh. "Yeah right and I'm a flying goblin." you turned him your back again but he pulled you back to him... again.

"How did you think I got these scars, (y/n)?" he said and your eyes immediately glanced at the long and pale rose stripes at the side of his neck, then back to his eyes that for a moment- a long, silent moment, you believed.

You smiled again- not in disbelief but because you couldn't find the right reaction to any of this. You shook your head. "But you- you can't be."

"I am." he replied right after. "And I turn into a monster with fur all over my body and I howl like a wolf, I run like a wolf, I look at the moon like it's the love of my life and I can't remember anything the next day." he continued. "I actually can't remember days after either."

You couldn’t process. It was as if you had all the words and the pieces in your head but you couldn’t place them together. You couldn’t connect it. It made sense, the pale ghost that wandered the halls every month, where you thought it could be a cold or a drunk night, sometimes even drugs but you never thought in your mind to look in the calendar to see that he was like that after every full moon.

Your head was empty.

“You’re a werewolf?”

“I am.”

[rottencoyote]

for like, idk maybe for like four months i’ve been pissed off at my friend, FOR GOOD REASON BRO I SWEAR! so when i was still doing uni (studying in film for whoever wanted to know, and somehow graduated idea bro that was the big man upstairs doing me a solid for once), me and my friend went on break and walked around the city doing fuck knows what, cause that’s what uni students do ig. she was bored, and i was bored, so i was like “hey! wanna go see my favourite store? sells cool shit” (by cool shit, i mean cool clothing and jewellery and other neat lil nick nacks) and she said “sure id love to!”.

now a thing about my friend is that she likes to steal. actively steal. both because she thinks it’s fun and because she can’t afford what she wants sometimes cause she spends most her money on vapes and weed and a bunch of other psychedelics. before we entered the store, i made her promise not to steal, cause i love and respect the fuck out of this store and i’ve wanted to work there since i was fifteen (and i’m now twenty). she said she promised and swore she wouldn’t take anything, and me being a fucking hopeful and trusting dumb fuck, believed her. now i saw this really sick hoodie, where it was basically a cropped hoodie (STAY WITH ME ON THIS) but it was made to look like a rib cage, so it was fucking cool. the owner sold it to me for 45 bucks, but the hoodie originally costed 55 bucks, so she took ten bucks off cause i fell in love with this hoodie, so i got real fucking hyped and thanked her profusely. now, this is a key thing to remember, cause the tags they used were airtags. the type of tags where it needed to be unlocked with a type of pin at the front desk. otherwise you can’t take that shit off, unless you got scissors (this is also important).

so my friend went into the change room with a BUNCH of clothes, and i waited near the front and had small talk with the store owner, asking if it’s been busy, slow, shit like that. i noticed that my friend is taking a long fucking time, so i go to check on her and ask if she’s good, and she said yes, paused then asked “hey coyote? do you have any scissors in your bag? i need it for my nails”

now this is where a lot of my guilt comes in, cause i genuinely didn’t realise my mistake until it was too late. i said yeah in my bag (which was in the change room with her) and she said thanks. i always carry scissors on me cause i like to scrap book, and if i see anything interesting i cut it out and sample it to put into my sketch book so i get inspired for any future projects.

after like another ten minutes she finally comes out, but i notice two things. the first was that there were significantly less clothes than when she walked into the change rooms with, and the second thing was noticing something sticking out of her pocket.

SHE CUT THE FUCKING TAGS OFF WHEN I TOLD HER NOT TO FUCKING STEAL. SHE EVEN PROMISED ME MULTIPLE TIMES TOO!!!!

like????

now i’m freaking out, cause i don’t want to get roped into this. and she kept on trying to reassure me and said it’s fine she’s a ‘pro’ at this. bro idgaf you promised me and BROKE that promise. the lady asked where the clothes were, and my friend said in the free clothes box. so i go and check, literally emptying the box while thinking “she’s fucked, i’m fucked, we’re BOTH fucked, god PLEASE no” just planning out my fucking funeral atp, and the woman goes to the BOTH OF US “empty your bags, now.”

i watched her empty her bag, fucking cringing and mortified, just watching the store owner tear into her, saying she has to pay for all of it. i started apologising profusely, telling her i didn’t know she was going to do this, just kept on saying i’m sorry over and over again, cause i’m livid, mortified, just fucking humiliated at my friend. BRO, THE STOREOWNER DEADASS LOOKED ME IN THE EYE, AND SAYS THAT I WAS IN ON IT?? HUH??? KEEP IN MIND THERES LIKE FOUR OTHER PEOPLE IN THE STORE WATCHING THIS HAPPENING AND WERE JUST JUDGING US. (which i don’t blame them, cause it was a fucking shitshow and a half). the storeowner asked her how did she even do this, and she said “i used my nails to cut the fabric”…bro come ON LIKE-

you could tell she used scissors, CAUSE SHE DID. MY DAMN SCISSORS THAT WERE IN MY BAG. CAUSE IM A STUPID FUCKING DUMB FUCK WHO REALISED WHAT SHE WAS DOING WAY TOO FUCKING LATE.

i genuinely wanted to fucking cry AND die man, right then and there. i was so unbelievably humiliated and embarrassed cause my fucking friend couldn’t keep her damn hands to herself and couldn’t keep her promise. the storeowner said that she did the same thing at our age, and said she wouldn’t call the cops on us, i tried saying sorry again and that i never meant for my friend to do this, and pretty much got shut down again and that the storeowner didn’t want to hear my excuses. i ended up dragging my friend out from there and tearing her a new one, saying how i can never show my face there or even step foot into that store again, and she kept saying sorry, but also tried to joke about it?? which only made me more fucking angry, cause any chance i had of working there was just fucking trampled, chewed and spat onto the fucking dirt because of her.

i feel guilty cause i was unknowingly involved until it was too late, but i’m angry and hurt because she promised me that she wouldn’t steal from there, but did it anyways and didn’t give two shits, and that i got pulled into it and blamed because if she was stealing, then that meant i was stealing too. idk man, cause it’s been four months and it’s STILL bugging me, cause it was literally MY DREAM to work there. it sucks man. it really fucking sucks.

[honourablejester]

Okay, I started watching a video/documentary on youtube about the English Calamity, and I made it 15 minutes in and I have to stop watching, because I am genuinely livid and getting upset. I get that it’s 1936 and you’re a teacher at a British grammar school, with the whole ‘imperial adventuring spirit’ and ‘stiff upper lip’ thing running absolutely full force, but when you are walking 27 12-to-14 year old children up a mountain in a foreign country in fucking shorts and it starts snowing, then you stop and turn them right the fuck around to safety.

I cannot with this man. Genuinely, I’m so upset. And, yes, 80 year old tragedy and youtube documentary, there may be a slant on the facts and stuff lost of time, but that is an absolutely criminally stupid decision. They’re wearing shorts. It’s snowing. Turn the flying fuck around.

But no, he walks them 9 hours up the goddamn mountain until 5 of them are fucking dead.

I swear to god, if I’d been one of the parents, I would have beat the man to death. Also, I have a migraine right now and am possibly a bit over-emotional. But. Every decision he’s described as making makes me so livid.

Right. Sorry about that.

[ketchupcaptain]

Downhill (Harry AU Fanfiction) - Chapter Two: Fallout (on Wattpad) 

Should I run after him? I should, right? God... what have I done. Darting out the door, I stood on my tippy toes, trying to survey the area. No tall, sexy dudes within a 20-foot radius. Shit. I fished my piece of shit cell phone out of my tote bag and called my older brother, hoping to get a ride to the police station.

"Hey... Uh, Jason?"

"What do you want?" He responded through a mouth full of crisps.

"Could I get a ride somewhere?"

"For god's sake, Ellie, get a freakin' car. I'm tired of driving you around," He said in his thick cockney accent.

"Do you think I have the money for a car? Please... This is important."

The line went silent.

"Fine." He huffed.

"I'm just outside Camden Market."

"See you in a bit." The line clicked off.

It was ages before I saw him roll up in his rinky-dink car. "What took you so long?" I huffed as I plopped in the passenger seat.

"I had to finish my snack. Snacking is important." I rolled my eyes in protest. "Where to?" he asked.

"Umm... Don't be mad... Please."

"What did you do?" He said, looking at me with one of his eyebrows raised.

"Will you super-secret swear on it that you won't tell Dad?" I reached out my hand for the classic Ravensdale swear. Jason and I used to be really close until Dad kicked him out after he was caught selling pot and drinking in our attic with a bunch of his friends.

Even though Jason can be annoying, I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for him.

I told him everything, and he listened patiently. "Harry... that name sounds familiar. Is he really tall, got a bunch of tats, curly brown hair?" Fuck. He knows who he is; things just got semi-interesting.

"Uhh. Yeah. Let's hurry on now so he doesn't get arrested, shall we?" Jason turned and looked at me intensely, "I wouldn't help that boy if I were you."

"Oh, whatever, just drive. Come on now. Chop chop!" I nudged him playfully.

"I'm serious, El." He always called me that when he got frustrated.

"Jas, I don't really care what history you two have. This guy's done me a real solid, so let's go bail his ass out, shall we?"

Jason suddenly got absolutely livid and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. "El, you don't fucking get it, do you?" He becomes a whole different person when he's mad. "Harry is the one who brought the weed to the party that night. He's my supplier."

I didn't even know what to say. I couldn't imagine the man I met a couple of hours ago being a drug dealer based on how he practically flipped shit over me shoplifting. Weird hill to die on if you ask me.

"I never even smoked any of it." Jason put his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes. "Of course, Dad didn't believe a word I said." He pounded on the steering wheel once more. "Fuck! He never believes anything I say, El." He glanced over at me with tears brimming in his eyes. I've never seen my brother like this, so broken and helpless. In fact, I've never seen him cry.

"Jason, I'm so sorry." I looked up at him with sympathy.

"Just forget it." He scoffed while wiping his tears and putting the car in drive.

We drove for 10 minutes in awkward silence. I felt terrible and could not wrap my head around the fact that the seemingly sweet and normal guy I ran into earlier was why my brother had been couch surfing for over three months.

Harry... a drug dealer? Really? He seems so; I don't know. Not drug-dealery.

He did get aggressive with me when he was dragging me back to the shop, but it didn't feel too threatening. I secretly enjoyed it.

We stopped at a red light, and I looked over at my brother. He had brown eyes just like mine, but strangely enough, he had dirty blonde, curly hair that he cut short for the summer. He caught me looking at him and gave me the middle finger.

I know I'm his little sister, but I have this urge to protect him. Maybe it's because of Mom dying or the way I've seen Dad treat him, but I want to keep him safe.

I don't know if I can believe what he said about Harry. I really want to trust him, but I can't. He's lied to me before; why should I believe him now?

AN: Hi guys! What did you think of this plot twist? LOL. I can't believe 13-year-old me came up with this juicy of a storyline. I promise it will only thicken from here on out and the romance level will turn up a notch or two. I'll update you all tomorrow, so stay tuned for more drama ;)

[justacomedy-archived]

I swear to god if they make Joker 2 a fucking musical, I’m going to lose my shit. I am ✨distraught✨ over this news. I love musicals but this type of film should NOT be a musical.