#cracks won’t heal Imma hold that weight

[masmiel]

She say I'm a masochist the way I give this trust out

Heart too big and the space won't run out

Yes, I know better, not everyone the same

Take an old heart, and I give a new slate

[evolsinner]

⊱┊27

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

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theo pushes me against the door and smashes his lips onto mine. at the same time, he slides my denim spaghetti strap dress down my chest, exposing my bare chest to his full view.

“damn,” he admires them hungrily, “look at ‘em built~in stress balls.”

“take a picture, lasts longer,” i tilt his head back up to eye level with me.

“oh, don’t worry, i’m intending to,” and he crushes his lips back onto mine.

he grabs one of my boobs in his palms and squeezes before pinching my swollen nipple. soft moans flow out from my mouth and my wetness down there increases.

🎶my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they’re like, it’s better than yours damn right it’s better than yours

“nice ringtone,” theo smirks.

“shut up.”

he chuckles. “aye, let’s see if your milkshake really does bring all the boys to the yard,” he smugly raises his eyebrows and lowers his mouth to the bud he had been torturing seconds before. he begins to suck on it whilst kneading the other one.

“ohhh,” i moan. “yesss.”

his tongue circles my areola, nibbling, slurping and lapping up his drools. after pretty much mutilating my nipple, he lands a cute peck on top of it like that’s somehow gonna heal every nasty thing he did to it. “tell me how you like it done, babygirl.”

“touch me.”

he pulls the rest of my dress below my waist and skims his hand down my stomach to my core. if i keep my eyes shut for long enough, i could pretend it’s not him. i’m torn between wanting to remember and forget. i want to remember how it felt when isaac touched me, but i want to forget how it felt when he broke me...

“damn, you’re so wet.”

my phone goes off again but this time it reminds me of reality. it reminds me of how my life was once a dream these past few months and now it has gone to literal shit. getting irritated, i lift theo’s shirt up and drag him into myself, desperately tugging at his zipper.

“alrighty then,” he grins. “my babygirl is one greedy little bitch, ‘cept imma spoil her like her daddy couldn’t.”

the dress slides off my body entirely and pools around my ankles. i wriggle out of my underwear. he gets rid of his pants and boxers. then he picks me up by the thighs and walks backward to his bed. he falls onto the bouncy mattress. i get on top and dry grind on him. he grips my waist like he’s got claws for nails.

“fuck, you’re good!” he groans.

i push myself further down onto his erection, the wetness of my core spreading to other parts. “ooh, theo.. “

“that’s it, baby, just like that,” he lifts his head up to watch me rub my kitty on him. “keep it go..ing..mm..oo..yeah..” he exhales deeply, dropping his head back down on the pillow.

i lower my hand, further massaging his bulge with my palm and pressing it into myself. more grunts escape from his mouth and it looks like he’s in a paradise of his own. my phone, yet again, goes off. i glance over my shoulder to where it’s placed on the far back cupboard.

theo yanks me down. “eyes on me, slut!”

his lips are so sour. i try to find the sweetness within them, but it’s difficult. it’s unlike the first time we kissed and unquestionably unlike mr killian’s, nowhere near.

isaac’s was a whole nother valhalla.

theo changes position, getting on top of me. he reaches over and pulls back the top drawer from his nightstand. everything is happening so fast. i am getting dazed and confused even faster. i lean up on my elbows, watching him rip up the silver packet with his teeth and rolling the rubber on.

he returns, caging me.

my respiration becomes dense and i kinda become uncomfortable, a bit claustrophobic. my ringtone continues on and off in the background and it really does bring me back to reality. the hell am i doing with the school’s pitcher??

“theo,” i calmly lay my hand on his abdomen, “i..i don’t think we should do this anymore.”

“c’mon, rosé,” he jeers. “what happened to that girl who was all over me in the boys’ locker room? surely, she’s in there somewhere. maybe i can help bring her out?”

“no, really, theo,” i reach my hand down, ceasing him from entering, “i want you to stop.”

i’ve made a mistake. this whole thing is a mistake. it was like a bandaid on the crack of my healing heart. only now that it’s beating again, all i wanna see is lime green eyes greeting me, not the blue that i’m drowning in.

“no, you don’t,” he decides for me and plants a rough kiss on my lips.

i press my head back, getting his tongue out of my mouth. “yes, i, fucking, do.”

“rosé, you can’t just fucking do that,” he snaps. “you can’t just get me hyped up like this and then not go through with it.”

i sigh, “i’m sorry. i just..i just thought i was ready, but i’m not.”

“it’s too late, you said yes already so quit being a pussy with that ‘i’m not ready’ shit girls do, and let me do my thing. i ain’t stopping.”

“but i’ve changed my mind, i don’t want to anymore. i’m sorry.”

“try to relax for me, okay?” he gets rid of the interference on behalf of my hand by gently placing it beside me. “i won’t hurt you.”

i stubbornly place that same hand at my entrance.

theo heaves, “well, what the hell do you suppose i do with my hard as fuck dick then?”

“fuck if i know. jerk off or something?”

“you’re shitting me, right?” he raises his eyebrows.

why is he being so demanding?! i’ve never seen this side of him.

a forced homely smile appears on his face. “...just relax.” he pretty much snatches my hand up and away. “and breathe, okay?”

before i can stop him again, he’s already inserting himself inside of me. i make an effort in relaxing, i really do, but my body just won’t have it.

“see, ain’t that bad,” his voice toys with me. “i’d ask if this is your first time, but i know it’s not.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“whatever you make of it,” he avoids answering the question. “you good? i’m gonna start moving now.”

“please, baby, let’s just do this another day,” i push my hands up on his chest like i’m bench pressing him, but of course it does nothing. “promise i’ll make it worth your while?”

“for fuck’s sake, stop fucking resisting!” he lashes out. “it won’t do you any good but make it hurt more!”

i flinch at his sudden outburst and fear creeps up on me like slow molten lava. patience is wearing thin from both sides. i need it to stop, but i’m petrified of the monster this will unleash, this monster right in front of me. all the way in he goes and all the way out i feel utter disgust.

“you are tight as fuck, rosé,” he grunts. “almost like you’re milking me.”

“..theo.. maybe..i..we..”

“shhh, baby,” he whispers. “it’s okay.”

sickening aftertaste merges in with my saliva, my lips quiver.

he extracts, “you taste nice.”

i look to the side so that his gaze meets my cheek. he exists out of me slowly, then back in he goes. i try to move underneath his body, but he has me cemented in such a form where comfort is not an option, let alone the chance of escaping.

“don’t cry, rosé, please.”

at this, a dozen silent tears escape from my watery eyes. hostility is the only word that comes to my head. hostility in his eyes, hostility in his tone, hostility in his biceps. it’s like the smell of cigarettes, intoxicating, and that’s what scares me the most.

“i’m only giving you what you want, rosé.”

i can’t answer him.

“this is what you want, right?” he looks me dead in the eye.

i nod...

“good girl.”

the droplets trickle off the side of my temples and land on the plush pillow. i just want isaac. i need him. i miss him...his dimple, his half~smiles, his tired blinks...i miss him a lot.

“you’re doing great. just a little while longer, i promise.”

i dry my tears with his neck because i’m too scared to move my hands.

“hey, hey?” theo brushes the hair off my face. “shh, shhh,” he coos. “why you crying for, baby? you’re doing amazing, okay?”

there’s a sudden shift from soft to rough. it’s like he wants a taste of both worlds. his thrusting has intensified and his audible satisfaction has grown louder. the fear in me, well, that disappears. i don’t like being used in this way. taken advantage of.

“hones..honestly! you’re hurting me so please just get the fuck off me!”

he pins me down fully, almost like dead weight on top of me. he digs sharply into me like a shovel, tearing away at my insides a gluttonous thrust at a time. my tears crystallise, my body aches. it’s as if my heart is in the place of my brain; the pulses banging on my skull. i throw a series of blows to his chest, but even that works against me.

“don’t fight it. the only thing that’ll do is make me fuck you harder!”

my heart is thundering, there’s an apocalypse going on in each of the chambers and it’s taking everything in me to focus through the rumble. my hand despairingly searches for something on the nightstand, anything.

amongst the lamp, the tissue box, an opened marlboro pack, a lighter, a vape pen and some empty red bull cans, i finally hit jackpot. insanely tight, my fingers encircle themselves around the glass body of a corona extra.

1, 2, 3.

“fucking bitch!” he roars, clasping his head.

this gives me enough time to escape from underneath him. i fall out of the bed, slide back into my dress and leave everything else behind.

“rosé!!” theo growls after me, grabbing his boxers.

barefoot, i run to the stairs. only a meter away from the staircase when a hand latches onto my ankle, tripping me over. theo cusses and tries to claw his way atop of me, but i flip over and kick him in the nose. he groans loudly and releases me, cupping his nose.

i run down the stairs, feeling him only a step or two behind me. i slam into the door and begin desperately unhinging each lock in a row. fuck, how many goddamn locks does this guy have?! when the last one gets undone, i pull down on the handle only to be ruthlessly pulled right back with my fucking hair.

“where the fuck do you think you’re going, huh?!” theo snarls. “i ain’t done with you yet, babygirl.”

i scream, holding onto his hands holding my hair. he sickly inhales the scent of my neck and places his palm over my mouth. i bite down immensely hard. he rips his hand free and stumbles back.

silence.

i’m just so scared.

so, so scared.

i don’t see blue eyes anymore. i see grey. pure grey. they stare right through my soul, irises of like hurricanes trapped in tiny snow globes. the globes begin to crack, bit by bit... there will be an avalanche in just milliseconds.

i open the door, stumbling out onto the lawn before regaining my balance and breaking into a sprint. i look over my shoulder when suddenly i bump into a wall right in front of me, forcing me to arrive at a standstill.

glancing up, it’s not…a wall but..

isaac killian.

[kehideni]

Here we gooooooooo~

welp,... not gonna miss that guy

ok, so ah.... what’s the point of phase 2?

“they might not be our friends anymore” “i won’t hurt Gar” wellllllll you won’t hurt him but you hardly wanted to help him so far so... good for him i guess atleast you don’t view him as an enemy

WOOP NONSENSE ALERT! The gun that blew up your car with the first shot now can’t pierce the very same object

hmmmmm Kory’s like “I’ll deal with him” *gets her arm scratches* “welp... nope”

Dick apparently has super hearing now~ and so do the gurls

atleast the fight looks good.... when they are not obviously cutting scenes together so the viewer wouldn’t see that there was no actual acrobatics involved

yeah that’s... nope, you just fried your own brain

he’s got super healing, why would a stab wound kill him?

ooooohhh so THAT’S phase 2

poor Gar, not only is the game rigged againts him, he doesn’t stand a chance againts Superboy when the game is not rigged

Tigerboy knows how to land on his feet

that animation looked so good until he bit Superboy....

no way that didn’t kill him

Donna’s face ever looking like she just stepped in dog poo

why did brainwashed tigerboy answer to his name?

“are you ok?” binch he just slammed into an iron pipe with the speed of Mach 1, you tell me

“i know they did something to you” ... how’d you guess? “but we need you Gar” sure as hell didn’t seem like it for a whole damn season

yesssss scratch that snotty kid up

honest to god the tiger’s face looks hella good, but when they need to move him the faults come out

“ok Gar, that was not cool!” xD that cracked me up

“i think he has no idea who we are” hmmmmmmmm i wonder why that is HMMMMMMM JUST A GUESS BUT MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ALL HIGHTAILED OUTTA THE TOWER BEFORE HE WOKE UP??? HMMMMMMMM?????? WHEN DID YOU THINK HE’D LEARN OF YOU?

Logically you send Donna, not like Kory could actually speak in his language, you know... like a few episodes back?

huhh... sure just stand there and watch them brawl it out... don’t try to voice your worry or... dunno... try and help

so now you remember you speak kryptonian... also this is a great time to join the fight 1 person at a time... cuz you know... LOGIC

hey Hawk, so great of you to teleport here for no previously established reason

HAHH Dove only held up a broken glass and was more useful than you lot

OOOOHHH GREAT TIMING FOR B PLOT ARGUMENT

nice of you Batman to do something

oh come OOOOOONNN, smiley face???? from Batman???????? someone go and double check the comics if he ever used smileys

Dick, this is not the time to heroicly stand your back to the brainwashed nakama-enemy

good thing we all DON’T know that kryptonite is his weakness

pppsssssssstt.... kinda obvious that the focus point for Ratchel was on the concrete, try having a plush tiger head in the place of the will-be-cgi-tiger-head and maybe MAYBE they will look like they are looking at each other

you couldn’t have said “when you called out for me” or... “when you held my hand” you HAD to say “when you touched me”... writers... i thought you knew that the internet pays attention to goofy lines like these....

thank GOD you didn’t make her say “so i’m gonna touch you” just like that... i can already hear my alternate-reality-self laughing.

thank you for clarifying that you meant his hand, but maybe you could be more specific and say frontal limb

“imma touch your frontal limb cuz i kno you be me nakama” paraphrasing but this be the jist

all these smiling faces.... i don’t remember them, gj writers~ i have no idea why these smiling faces would be relevant to Gar when they spent together- like - maybe a week

When will we get Gar an outfit that won’t tear up when he transforms? Poor kid gonna catch a cold like that

HAHAHAHAHAH that policecar-prop was obviously on a rail x’D

oh noooo... the rope got his shoulders restricted... it’d be a shame if he decided to just... move his arms up and remove it from himself

WHEN did you guys have the time to tell Ratchel that you want her to voodoo Connor to submission?

Poor Connor... he went through the same cruelty Gar did

“concentrate your fire power at subject 13″ hmm one would have thought they would wanna hightail it out of there or like... be precautious and get a kryptonite bullet ready

Anna... you know i love you as Kory but you gotta practice the airpunch... you don’t punch with a straight arm like that

yeah right... they clap for the murderers who just stopped murdering them hmmm, it’s good that everyone in this city has 4th wall-vision

tf did that thing fall over for NOW?

sheeple... always running lenght-wise not sideways when shit start falling down

this. was. HELLA. stupid

x’’’D THIS WAS SUCH A HELLA STUPID DEATH I ACTUALLY LAUGHED OUT LOUD

EVERY REACTION AFTER A STUPID DEATH LIKE THIS BECOMES COMICAL!!! THAT’S NOT HOW YOU DRAMA!!!! OH MY GAWD XDDDDD

I’M DYING FROM LAUGHTEEEER

she’s sleepin’ :’D atLEAST put some burn marks on her or something if you wanna kill her in such a BS way

She’s so pale for all i know she could have died from hypothermia xD

Nightwing, are your clothes made out of plastic that you managed to get her down from the electric post or was this some supervillain electricity that choose to kill Donna but not you

siiiiighhhhh such a stupid scene...

(i haven’t told many people this before but i had to move a dead body once, and eventhough she was a person i could easily lift,i couldn’t manage to get her dead body out of a CHAIR to the BED that was right next to it

you know why? Because they don’t hold their weight for you! Comically enough, a dead body behaves very liquid like, the way Hank holds Donna’s dead body - no matter how strong he is - if he doesn’t have a good enough grip on her(which he doesn’t, the actress helps him a great deal with shifting the weight of her booty, also forcing her own body to roll TOWARDS Hank’s body) the body rolls away from your body

But i put this in parenthesis because it’s not a jab at the show just something interesting i thought i’d tell you... also before you all freak out. It was an old lady that died in my shift from a stroke back when i still worked in a nursing home. She sat in her chair eating her dinner, and the next moment i went to check on her and tell her it’s time for bed, she was dead. And as human dignity after death dictates, i and my colleague had to put her body in the bed, dressed in her best clothes and then separated from outside view with a screen)

I didn’t need Batman’s monologue

what you here for Jason... lol bye i guess

gasp IS THAT A GARFIELD LOGAN SCENE I SEE BEFORE ME?

THANK. FKIN. YOU. GRAYSON! Finally owning up for the BIGGEST mistake he made this season

“all i can do is promise that will never happen again” Gar’s face when he said “thanks”. THAT is what i feel... like... ok, that’s good that you promised but it won’t right the wrongs that happened so far, it’s rain after the fire has died down

oh... Heman and Shera... still boring af

“she died saving my life”.... well if only you’d ran sideways~

does ANYONE have a wet towel? I wanna watch it dry...

“what about Hawk and Dove?” bitch imma borrow the headline of Miraculous Ladybug and say: YOU’RE THE SAME FKIN PERSON, NO MATTER WHAT CLOTHES ARE ON YOU

of course everything is thanks to Batman

monologue time no. 2 ... i would not be this bitchy about this if Donna’s death wasn’t a scene ripped from Monty Python

I’m sure those two kids will be alright 8)