#literally punching my wall screaming at the top of my lungs

[kitty-lattee]

it’s gonna hurt so bad when Tucker and Nat get to experience the sun rising again and TSV won’t be there with them..☹️ i’m so normal i’m so normal i’m s

[toubledrouble]

You know what we should bring back?

Older christianity. I mean the anti government, anti military, community based christianity. The one that cared the most about peace, equality, mercy, kindness, and radical love. The one with shared property. The one that didn't conform to society but instead existed mostly outside of it. The one where noone considered one sin worse than another because in the end, we are all sinners trying our best to be better.

[opikiquu]

[melanieph321]

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Claim Me Part 3/3

Part 1 Part 2

Summary - Reader is Dusan Vlahovic sister and is dating Kenan. However, Reader has yet told her brother of the relationship as he is very protective of her.

Enjoy!

With your heart in your throat, you stepped out of the bathroom stall. Dusan stood frozen, his enraged eyes shifting between the you and Kenan who immediately threw his hands up in defense. "Look, I know it looks bad...."

"I'm gonna kill you!!!"

You screamed as Dusan, like a bull on ecstasy, lunged for Kenan's throat, wrestling him down onto the bathroom floor.

"Dusan stop it!" You cried.

"If you ever...touch....my sister again...."

"Dusan please!"

Blood ran down Kenan's face. A result of Dusan's punches. He kept at it despite Kenan showing no sings in wanting to defend himself.

"You fucking, bastard. I knew there was something wrong with you, always staying close to my family."

"Dusan stop, you're hurting him!"

Your cries alerted people into the men's bathroom. Almost everyone on the team burst through the door, witnessing the horrific scene. Dusan, on top of Kenan, his fist raised and ready to strike again.

"Hey, come on, man!" Thankfully, they were quick to get Dusan off of Kenan, pinning him to a wall.

You rushed to your boyfriend's side, falling onto your knees beside him. "Oh, my God, Kenan, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry."

"Y/N?" He gulped. Blood was seen running from his nose and mouth, making it difficult for him to speak. The restaurant staff were quick to alert an ambulance to take him to the nearest hospital. You wanted to ride in the car with Kenan, however. your sister told you not to, as it could upset Dusan even more. However. You couldn't give less of a fuck about your brother right now. How could he, you thought. You had never expected him to approve of your relationship but never in your life did you imagine that it would come to this.

Three days later Kenan was out of the hospital with a couple of stiches to hus face, however, he ignored your calls and you knew that he was ignoring you since he did pick up when you called from your sisters number.

"I never wanted to get between you and your brother." Was all he said before hanging up on you.

You were heartbroken, something your brother noticed, mainly because you stopped talking to him whatsoever.

"Come on, Y/N. It doesn't have to be like this." He said.

"Dusan, you literally beat up my boyfriend, your own teammate."

"Boyfriend?" He frowned. "Since when? You're just a kid."

"I'm not, and that's exactly my point." You sighed. "I know you just want the best for me, but you're treating me like I'm still a child," you said, voice firm. "I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself and make my own decisions."

Dusan looked taken aback by your words, but he slowly nodded his head in understanding. "I know, sis. I know you're not a child. But to go behind my back with one of my teammates of all people. You don't know him like I do. He might not be the best guy for you."

"It doesn't matter, Dusan, because who I chose to date is my choice, not yours."

Dusan thought for a moment as it all seemed to dawn on him. "So the two of you have been seeing each other for a long time?"

"Yes, Kenan is my boyfriend. But I'm not so sure anymore since he won't pick up any of my phone calls, perhaps afraid that....." Your voice broke.

"Hey, hey...." Dusan rushed to your side, wrapping his arms around you. "It's my fault, I'm sorry."

"Yes, it is, your fault." You sniffled,  but found comfort in his embrace.

"I'll fix this I promise."

You looked up. "How?"

"Trust me, I just need some time with the kid."

"Do not hurt him!" You exclaimed.

"I won't. I promise you that something like that will never happen again."

Two weeks passed. Although you and Dusan reached common ground, Kenan still refused to take your calls or messages, and you were not having it. If he wanted to break up with you he should do it to your face, like a man, not ghost you like some fucking side piece.

Taking matters into your own hands, you showed up at his football training, hoping to find out what was going on. As you watched him play, you were surprised to see him and Dusan interacting with each as if Dusan didn't beat the shit out of him the other day. They were goofing around, laughing with one another, that is, until they spotted you.

"Y/N, w....what are you doing here?" Kenan said, approaching the fence where you stood.

"Yeah, sis, this is a closed practice."

You ignored your brother and looked to Kenan. "We need to talk." Hearing those words, Dusan didn't waste no time sticking around, leaving you to it.

"Couldn't it wait?" Kenan mumbled, and for some reason, he struggled to meet your eyes.

"No, Kenan, this can't wait. I want you to break up with me to my face so I don't have to stick around, hoping for you to call me, wondering what if."

"Break up? Why would I..."

"Oh my God." You gasped as Kenan raised his head to look at you. He had a black eye the size of a tennis ball and stiches on his upper lip. The aftermath of your brothers work.

"It looks worse than it is." He said, lowering his head. "I didn't want to scare you showing up looking like this. I mean, Dusan and I are cool now, but perhaps this would remind you of what he did to me."

"Kenan, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault."

"It's not." He said, quick to raise his head. "None of this is your fault, Y/N, and don't ever think that you..."

"But it is Kenan." Tears rand down your cheeks. "We should have told my brother about us like you wanted to. Keeping it a secret only made things worse."

"Well, the secret is out now." He smiled, although it looked painful to.

"Oh, Kenan." You reached for his hand through the fence.

"I have to go back to training, but I can come by later tonight if you want?"

You nodded. "Okay."

He leaned forward, initiating a kiss through the fence. However, you hesitated.

"It won't hurt." He assured you.

You didn't look convinced.

"Okay. Maybe it will hurt a little but it will be worth it."

You smiled and leaned forward, capturing his lips as the cold fence pressed against your cheeks.

"I love you."

He said it first.

Or maybe you said it first.

It didn't matter, he loved you and you loved him. Now the hole world would know.

The End

Part 1

Part 2

[the-oblivious-writer]

After the Storm |2|

Tara Carpenter x Spider-Woman!Reader

Chapter two: Repeated Mistakes

Summary: Another time's a charm, right?

Warning(s): Swearing, Police!Sam, & spidey level violence

Notes: Not my gif! Writing for spider!reader is literally so fun

Masterlist|Previous Part|Next Part

“So if you need a hero, just look in the mirror...” You quietly sang between bites of the sandwich Tara packed for you. You were currently on a rooftop with your feet swinging off the edge and mask half up as you ate. 

You continued to hum along to the song that was playing in your head when you heard your phone ring. You turned it over to see Tara calling you.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“You need to come right now,” a loud crash could be heard in the background, “It’s Dr. Connors—shit!”

“Tara? Tara!” The phone cut out and before you knew what you were doing, you dropped everything and started swinging to Blackmore.

When you got there you could see The Lizard through one of the windows as he shredded the place to pieces. He was in the middle of clawing up the wall when you snuck up on him.

“Ugh, we have to stop meeting like this,” you leaned up against the wall on the opposite side, arms crossed.

“Spider-Woman…” The reptile snarled. 

“Dr. Connors! How've you been buddy? You know…since we squared up in the sewers?”

He didn’t respond verbally; he swung his large tail at you and you jumped up to the ceiling, dodging it. He didn’t relent, continuously attempting to grab and claw at you. You were able to land a few punches to his face but not before he lunged at you, landing the both of you in the college’s lab.

He now laid on top of you with one arm raised, ready to claw out your eyes. “Your breath is horrible by the way,” you remark before webbing his eyes, using that distraction to slip free.

You both wrestled with each other, causing an even greater mess. You were on his back, holding onto him by your webs as he tried to get you off. Suddenly, he rams his backside—you—into the wall and it feels like the wind just got knocked out of you.

He looks over to the filled beakers and combines its contents, throwing them at you as it explodes. It looks like it took you out but suddenly you emerge from behind him, putting him in a headlock.

“Why can’t you be a normal lizard,” you grunt as you do this.

He throws you to the ground, slamming his fist down with a great force. You quickly move your head before it could get squashed from the giant lizard's hand. You leap up, quickly dusting yourself off and your fight with The Lizard continues.

You’re able to get him out in the halls, trying to control his movement with your webbing. “Can’t we just talk this out? You’re not thinkin’ straight doc!” You shout as he tries to rip off your webbing. He takes another swing at you, and you leap up to the ceiling. 

You swung and crawled around the ceiling as he tried to forcefully tear you down. You grab a light but it falls, causing you to drop to the ground and Connors leaps at you but the light from before falls on his head.

By the time he’s up, you’re ahead of him, webbing his hand to the locker but unfortunately giving him a weapon as you see him ripping off the locker door you webbed him to, raising it in the air and ready to swing.

“Oh boy.”

You leap backwards with each swing he took then slid between his legs using a web. He turns around to see you squatting. 

“Alright so you don’t wanna talk?” As the reptile responded with a growl you cut him off by webbing his mouth. “There you go!”

 He ripped off the webbing and swung around his tail. You held onto it… What a mistake.

“Don’t–uff–make me–uff–have to–” you said as he swung the tail you clung on back and forth against the walls, “hurt you!” Suddenly you fly further down the halls, still holding onto the tail that has now separated from the reptile’s body.

“Ahh!” You screamed before harshly hitting the ground. “Ugh, disgusting,” you threw the tail off of you before leaping back up. The Lizard, who already had a freshly grown tail, was walking towards you with loud stomps. 

You webbed both sides of his shoulder, lunging forward at him but he quickly reacted by grabbing your head and slamming it into the window beside him. You were practically suffocating under his giant hand as you struggled to tear away from his grip.

You grunted when he suddenly dropped you and turned to face his left. You looked over to see Tara, raising a trophy that you assumed she hit Connors with.

“Tara,” he growled, stomping towards her as she backed away with each step he took.

The Lizard was about to attack Tara but you pulled his raised arm back with a web. You continued to web him up as you crawled around him, trapping him as a spider does with its prey. 

He struggled to break free from your web jail as you immediately went to Tara, taking the trophy from her hands and throwing it out the window, causing the glass to break. You pulled Tara close to you, hands on her hips as her hands held onto your shoulders.

Tara’s eyes shifted up and down your mask face before you finally spoke. “I’m gonna throw you out the window now.”

“What?!”

Before Tara could process what she just heard, you did as you said and threw her out the window. She shrieked and you shot out your web for Tara to hang by. Tara was still gasping in shock as she felt around the web that was now sticking to her waist. She swung back and forth as she was finally able to process being thrown out a window.

By the time The Lizard was finally able to break free, police sirens could be heard. You smirked behind your mask as you heard them, moving into your notorious Spider-Woman squat.  

“Uh oh…someone’s been a bad lizard,” you quipped in a teasing tone. 

Your fight quickly travels to the library but by the time you lift yourself up from the last blow, Connors is nowhere to be seen. You let out a sound of frustration as you looked around the destroyed room, no sign of where he could have gone.

—

“No,” Sam said with firmness in her voice as she and Tara washed and dried the dishes.

“Pleaseee?” Tara begged her sister. She was trying to convince Sam to let you come over for dinner but it was no use; Sam was never your biggest fan. The fact that you were a genuine kid with a high IQ didn’t matter at all to her. Tara knew Sam was being biased because of how you defended a certain masked vigilante. She’d be grounded for life if Sam ever found out Tara’s relationship to said vigilante. 

“No is my final answer.” Sam turned off the water, walking over to sit on the couch. Tara put down the rag and followed her sister.

“You just need to get to know her.”

“I know plenty.”

“It’s not fair Sam; you haven’t even given her a chance,” Tara’s voice ran hot with frustration. She let out an aggravated groan, stomping off to her room and slamming the door shut before Sam could stop her.

Sam sighed, rubbing her temples as Tara took out her phone and sent you a text.

wife to be (8:43 pm) you doing anything rn?

bug girl (8:43 pm) possibly getting ready to see you if I get a yes

wife to be (8:44 pm) See you in 10?

bug girl (8:44 pm) ofc<3

wife to be loved ‘ofc<3'

Just like you said, you were there in ten minutes. Tara heard a light knock on her bedroom window and turned over to see you giving her a dopey smile. She giggled before walking over to lift up the window. 

“Hey, bug girl,” she greeted before leaning in and giving you a kiss. You melt into the kiss as you both wrap your arms around each other. 

When you break apart, you look into her eyes with that same dopey smile. “Hey, gorgeous,” you replied before giving her another kiss. 

“Come on, it’s cold out. Let’s get you inside,” Tara said after the kiss, not waiting for a response as she pulled you inside by your sleeve. 

“You okay?” 

“Hm? Yeah—yeah of course. Why?”

“You just seem…off,” you answered, giving her your full attention.

“Just another fight with Sam,” Tara responded, waving you off as she sat down on her bed. Her head followed your movement as you walked over to sit beside her, gently placing a hand on hers.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” she answered honestly.

“Okay, we don’t have to,” you turn over and reach into your bag, grabbing something, “Guess what I got…”

Tara grinned as she saw you had something behind your back, “Is that what I think it is?”

“Depends,” you reveal what’s behind you, putting it to your chest for Tara to see, “how passionate are you about sour gushers?”

“Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?” 

“Are you talking to me or the gushers?”

Tara pretended not to hear you as she grabbed her laptop from the nightstand and opened it. “I’m in the mood for some horror,” she said as she took your arm and wrapped it around her. "Wow, guess I know my worth when gushers are involved."

A couple hours go by and you’ve fallen asleep on her shoulder. Tara looks at your resting face and smiles to herself, but her admiring is quickly interrupted by police sirens coming from outside. The sounds quickly wake you up. You look around as you become self aware of your surroundings.

You look out the window from where you sat, seeing the flickering lights as the police cars raced through the city’s streets. You give Tara a look that she has gotten enough times to know the meaning behind. 

She lightly nods at you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before saying, “Go get 'em, spidey.”

You grab your bag before jumping out the window, luckily wearing your suit under your clothes.

Tara sighed to herself as she stared out the window you just leaped out of. 

“What am I gonna do with you?”

—

A few hours later, you decided to revisit the sewers. You were determined to have your traps work this time. After some tweaking and adjusting, they were all set for a re-do. You refused to just sit back while The Lizard crawled the city’s sewers, endangering the city.

As you set up the last trigger, you heard a noise. It sounded like a low growl that only grew and grew with time. You hurriedly shot a web, now hanging from above.  You carefully, and quietly, watched as Dr. Connors rummaged through his belongings; it looked like he was looking for something.

You hung for a few more seconds until suddenly your spidey senses went off; you immediately swung down, dodging The Lizard’s mean claws when they swiped at you.

“Filthy pest,” the mutant growled with venom laced in his tone. When you finally got a good look at him, you could tell he was more far gone than the last you saw him.

“Damn, doc. You look like shit,” you said before he whipped his tail at you. You jumped up, quickly webbing his eyes and feet. While he was distracted by the webbing, you took that as an opportunity to lure him closer to your traps.

You thought back to your crawler trap you performed at the school, thinking it could work again. You crawled around the lizard, webbing him up as she struggled and swung his claws and arms. You could see it. He was about to take one more step and your plan would have worked.

Suddenly, your spidey senses went off. You looked to your right to see him crashing into a pipe. You were able to move before it fell onto you but when you looked back to The Lizard, he had broken free.

The reptile growled before running at you with full force. Instead of moving, you stayed there until you jumped at the last minute; he crashed into the wall, letting out a loud and frustrated growl.

He quickly picked himself up, ripping a pipe off of the wall. That’s when you realized. He had cornered you. This whole time you thought you were setting a trap for him, but alas he’s done it for you. 

Your senses were going off but you had nowhere to go. There wasn’t even enough room to crawl upward. Before you could even think of where to escape, you felt the metal pipe The Lizard harshly swung at you. It made contact with your ribcage, causing your breathing to grow slightly heavy. 

Surely The Lizard knew a metal pipe wasn’t enough to keep Spider-Woman down?

Suddenly, he threw it to the ground. He picked you up then harshly threw you back down, and you were now doubled over with your backside showcased to him. He balled up his fisted then slammed them down on your back, causing you to let out a loud gasp as you felt the air being sucked out of you.

It all made sense; he was just warming you up with the pipe.

He turned you over and slowly dragged his claws across his chest as they grew in size. You groaned in pain as you tried to push his big hands away but he only pushed his claws in deeper. “There is no stopping me. I’m getting stronger everyday!”

He tightly gripped your throat as he raised you up, slamming your head harshly against the wall. You gasped for air as you felt tight pressure surrounding your throat. “There’s no stopping…what you too will soon become,” The Lizard snarled before throwing you to the ground.

You weakly lift yourself up by your arms, now on your knees and coughing. You were hardly catching your breath when your senses went off again. 

You were too weak to react when it happened. When his large hands slammed on both sides of your head. The ringing in your ears being so loud you couldn’t hear your own screams. You couldn’t hear…anything. 

You were helplessly laying in pain when The Lizard made his escape. When you couldn't hear his loud stomps, or even the dripping water; you knew you were screwed.

You were scared and alone.

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A/N: I swear I'm gonna make up for the lack of Tara and R scenes in this chapter with a one-shot/drabble for this story

[lil-binuu]

˖⁺‧₊𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

PART III ₊‧⁺˖

He almost didn’t hear you scream.

1680 words (buckle up!)

part 1

part 2

THE SERIES IS BACKKKKK

i’m so sorry for keeping y’all waiting 😭 it’s been a LITERAL MONTH. y’all are so patient and i really really appreciate it! i hope you enjoy!

Tw: strangulation, violence, pedophilia? elias admits he’s a dick, warden is a chill guy (hes actually also a bit of a dick but eh)

Nothing was going through Elias’s head as he ran into your apartment building and up the stairs, two at a time, calling your name repeatedly.

He nearly fell through the open doorway, lunging himself at the attacker on top of you.

It was difficult for you to scream with his hands around your neck, shoved straight against a wall. You tried to kick and push him off you but with your restricted breathing your eyes began to blur black and white.

As Elias dragged the man away from you, landing punches straight into his face, you dropped to the floor. Clutching your throat, gasping for breath through tears.

Your attacker lay limb on the floor, face bloody and messy.

Elias ran over to you, kneeling by your side.

His hands cupped your face, urging you to look at him.

You couldn’t even think, the thumping of your heart loud in your ears, muffling the words of concern from Elias.

He exhaled shakily, pulling you to his chest and holding you tightly.

You almost fell into his embrace, resting your head against him as you sucked air back into your lungs.

Elias held you as if letting you go would kill him.

You cried into his chest, tears running freely as he brought a hand to wipe them away.

Eventually, your breathing slowed. You wiped your eyes, looking up at Elias’s worried expression.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, blinking through the last of your tears.

“Does it hurt?”

“A l-little.” You whispered, reaching to your neck.

“Let me see.” Elias said, lifting your chin and stroking a thumb across your skin. “It’s quite red. And it’ll bruise, but I think you’re okay. Can you breathe fine?”

You nodded again, taking his hand to help you stand up.

Elias looked over to the man lying unconscious on the floor.

“Who is he?” You asked.

“A hitman. And luckily, a bad one.”

“Here. I got you ice.”

Instead of taking you to his apartment, which could have been dangerous if there was another hitman waiting, he took you to one of the Quetza Hotels.

You smiled weakly, eyes still red from crying- something that you apparently couldn’t stop doing no matter how hard you tried.

Elias examined your injury again, pressing the ice wrapped in cloth to your skin.

“I should’ve walked you in.”

You looked up at him, taking the bundle from his hand.

“It’s not your fault, I told you to leave.”

“Still, I should’ve been more careful.” His tone was regretful. You couldn’t let him feel guilty or at fault for this.

You took a breath. “I- I’m sorry, Elias. I’m sorry for getting mad at you a- and saying all of that stuff, you know I didn’t mean it, right?”

Elias put a hand around your cheek. “I know, baby.” And placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry too.” He sighed. “I was being a dick. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t good enough. You’re more than enough, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted and I was acting so stupid for someone I cared about.”

You leaned forward, pulling him into an embrace. “Thank you,” You whispered. Finally. This is what you wanted, to stop the arguments, to stop pretending like you didn’t make each other complete, because you did.

“I shouldn’t have flirted with that guy, I should’ve known how it would make you feel. I’m sorry.”

He pulled away to look at you.

“It’s okay. It was my fault for not making my feelings clear sooner. I don’t even know what I was waiting for, I was just hesitating.”

You heard the door of the hotel open and looked over.

“I messaged him about what happened,” Elias explained.

“-I wanted to see for myself.” Warden’s gruff voice filled the room.

He came inside and set a briefcase on the coffee table in front of you.

“Is it critical?” He asked, bringing a chair over.

“No, I don’t think so. They can breathe fine and are just in a bit of pain.”

“It seems the ice helped?” Warden gestured.

You nodded.

“Yeah, thanks.” Elias said. “It’s less swollen now.”

“Does it hurt to speak?”

“N-not that much.” You answered.

“Good. Do you think you can ID the guy?”

You nodded again, “I’ll try.”

He opened the briefcase, revealing pictures and documents- mugshots and criminal records. He laid them out on the table.

“Don’t overthink it, just take a look at the pictures and see if you recognise anyone.”

It was simple enough. You took your time flipping through pictures. Men with big scars, tattoos branded across their faces, they looked like criminals. You came across ID logs of known hitmen and looked through them until you found one that resembled the man perfectly.

“Him.” You pointed to the picture.

“Are you sure?” The Warden asked, flicking through pages to find more pictures of the man. You remembered the face above you as he took your throat in his hands. There was no doubt it was him.

“Gabriel Murphy.” He set out a few more photos of different people. “These are known and suspected clients and affiliates” He gestured.

“We still don’t know who ordered the attack, but they might give us a clue.”

The rest of the pictures were people you had never seen before in your life. In a way, it was interesting to look at; to see the type of people who caused trouble. Until another photo in particular caught your eye.

“Wait- who’s that.” You exclaimed suddenly.

Your mouth fell.

“That’s my ex.”

The words hardly made it out, a mere whisper.

“What?”

Your confession captured Elias’s interest immediately.

“Ex? You dated this guy?”

You exhaled slowly, nodding.

“I- I met him when I was in high school.. I had no idea he did gang stuff. I guess he was the type…”

Elias was silent for a moment.

“Your taste in men is appalling.”

You frowned, pouting.

“Hey,” You nudged him with your arm, “My taste in men is you.”

Elias laughed, putting his arm around you.

“How did you even date him? Wouldn’t he have been way older if you were in high school?”

“Ugh, yeah. Gosh, I was so naive.”

“Noah Turner?” Warden asked, laptop out. Criminal logs loaded up on the screen.

“Yeah, that’s him.”

It felt like ages since you saw that face. He almost hadn’t changed. The same mopey haircut, infected piercings and chiselled jaw. How on earth did you find this guy attractive?

“It seems not only has Gabriel Murphy done these kinds of jobs before,” Warden began, “But Noah has been the client for several of them.”

You felt sick. You didn’t expect that Noah would actually do something like that. Could Noah have tried to get you killed? After all this time? And he’s done it before?

“So that’s it? We know who ordered the attack?” Elias asked.

“We still don’t know for sure, and we can’t go jumping to conclusions.” He paused for a second.

“There is one way that we’ll know for sure.”

Elias looked at him, suddenly serious.

“No. No, absolutely not.”

“I’m just suggesting-” The warden tried to cut in, but Elias raised his voice.

“No! You can’t do that. I won’t let you!”

You sat there, worried and confused. What was Elias so worked up about?

Elias saw your expression.

“He wants to see the face of a man who’s seen a ghost.”

He took a breath. “It means, if your ex sees you alive, his reaction will tell us that he either knew about the attack or ordered it.”

“Or neither.” Warden added.

“It’s too dangerous.” Elias shook his head.

“If we don’t find out who ordered the attack, it’ll happen again. Do you want to take that chance?”

Elias stood up, his voice hardly below a yell.

“Do you want to take the chance that they could die, if they go looking for the person who wanted them dead?”

“It’s a risk we need to take.” Warden demanded, closing the briefcase and rising to his feet.

“You’re heartless.” Elias scoffed.

“I’m just doing what’s best for you.”

“Best for me? You don’t even care about me.”

“Of course I care, Elias. Which is why we need to find who ordered this attack and this is how we do it.”

“There are other ways!”

“Name one. Whatever it is, it’ll lead us nowhere.”

“I won’t let you.” Elias said weakly. His voice was desperate now. Just a little boy tugging on the hem of his father’s trousers, begging for him to listen.

“It’s not your decision to make.”

The Warden turned to you.

“It’s yours.”

He took the briefcase and started towards the door. “For now, rest. Both of you. I’ll be in contact.”

Once he left, Elias sighed, sinking down back onto the couch next to you.

“You don’t have to do it.” He said, looking at you honestly. “Forget what he said, he’s incompetent. You don’t have to do it, we can find another way.”

“I don’t know..” You answered meekly.

Elias took your hand.

“Please say you won’t do it..” He whispered.

That night Elias couldn’t sleep. He was sick to his stomach on the thought of you getting hurt. He made a promise that he would protect you, not only to you but to himself.

He nearly lost you tonight. And he wasn’t going to let it happen again. He wasn’t going to put you in more danger than he already has.

He’d do anything and everything to keep you safe.

ITS YOUR DECISION:

warden wants you to find your ex, who has ties to the hitman who tried to kill you. if you find him, it’ll tell you whether he or someone else was behind the attack. if you don’t, it’ll only happen again; and the next time elias might not be there to save you.

(let me remind you that y’all have a crazy amount of plot armour)

hope you enjoyed! i’m not even sure if i like this very much but i had the idea about an ex for sooo longgg so i was glad to finally write about it and i hope i incorporated it into the story well?

i made so many drafts for this and hated all of them lol so i just decided to write this and trust that it was good enough 🥹

a/n: yall this is acc so dumb but im tryna be really inclusive and make the reader vague but why am i like worried to offend bald people by writing stuff about the reader’s hair… “He ran his hand through your hair.” “UM☝️BINU I DON’T HAVE HAIR HOW COULD YOU WRITE THAT? 😾”

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Not really a question but I just need to say this to someone who will understand. Also, people have asked you questions what a meltdown looks like. So this is mine, one of the worst I've ever had in my adult life.

I'm 40 years old and am so good at masking that I wasn't diagnosed as autistic until my mid-30s. Normally, I can blend into most social situations. However, I have been in constant pain for 2 months due to a medical issue, and the exhaustion of pain that will never stop has eroded away all the mask. I am now 100% Naked Autistic, because I am burned out beyond anything I've ever felt in my life.

Yesterday I had a complete and utter meltdown in the doctor's office, and it was terrifying. First, he entered the room angry, yelling at me to "stop being rude to my staff". I'm extremely sensitive to being called "rude" because that's what I've been called all my life, just for existing. I've internalized it and now I know, my existence is rude. So whenever someone calls me "rude", it hurts very deeply, even when I'm NOT in a burnout state.

This doctor was SO angry and yelled at me SO much and I couldn't hold it together, I started to cry. He told me to calm down "or else", but I was already in the middle of a meltdown, I literally couldn't.

Then he gave me bad medical news. My test results were inconclusive and didn't show what was wrong with me. Which meant there was no hope of my pain ending any time soon.

Thankfully my mother was there and she helped me communicate, and we at least got him to order more tests, and to prescribe me a new medication to try. But at no point did he become kind or merciful; it was clear from his face that he just wanted me out of his sight as quickly as possible, because I am "rude".

At that point I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I turned into an animal. I had to escape; my flight response kicked in HUGE. I ran out of there. The minute I was in the hall I started to scream at the top of my lungs, and I could not stop. I punched the concrete wall over and over (my hand is all bruised today, I think I'm lucky that it's not broken). People in the hall were terrified of me. Rightly so. I was violent and out of control. I tried to rip the pictures of the walls, but they were screwed down.

My mother was brilliant. She knew I couldn't stop, or speak, or listen. She said to me "Our goal is to get to the car. Let's get to the car. We can do it." Simple, clear direction that was easy to follow. I couldn't stop screaming or crying, but I could walk. She put her hand on my shoulder and guided me, down the hall, out the door, into the car. Because if I'd stayed in the building with that behavior, police could have been called. Very bad things could have happened. She saved me from that.

I screamed in the car for a long time. I could only sob and cry and scream. I think about a half hour went by. It was a long time. Finally, because I was in a safe place (our familiar car), with a person I trusted (my mother), the worst of the meltdown passed and I was able to stop screaming.

I was exhausted. I was terrified. My hand was killing me. I was like a puppy or a little child, helpless to my overwhelming emotions. Eventually, Mom asked if I'd like to get a donut from the donut shop across the street. She moved my mind onto something else. The donut tasted delicious (I mean its a donut), and that pleasant sensory input helped me focus my mind. I finally calmed down enough that we could talk.

I am 40 years old, live independently, have a professional career, a long-term relationship with my partner, and otherwise appear to be a "successful allistic". But yesterday, I was absolutely nonfunctional. If I didn't have my needs supported by my mother, who knows what could have happened.

I am much better today. Exhausted from everything, but not overwhelmed anymore. I'm telling this story so that others who go through a meltdown can know what it is- and why they're suddenly acting like that. It's because of my autistic brain, and the fact that it was overwhelmed with more emotion than a body can handle or express.

But it passes. It ends. The next day comes, and you can try to heal.

Hi there,

Thank you for sharing your experiences. I’m not sure if you’re seeing that doctor or not, but I would try and distance myself if you work together, or see each other.

That doctor, or whoever it was, is the rude one, yelling at people and being disrespectful and not understanding. Who walks in and randomly starts yelling at people?

I sometimes have my boyfriend or mom speak for me because sometimes I don’t know what to say or do in certain situations.

Sorry for the rambling. Thanks again for sharing. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

Also please try and get away from that doctor. Reading this made me sad and angry. I’m sorry you had to deal with this. Sending a hug.

[lovelifeandleftovers]

Just try harder. Be better. Grow the fuck up. I’m so fucking angry but I can’t close myself off again. That’s not fair. But what’s really fair? What does it even mean? I want to fucking scream at the top of my lungs. I want to throw everything and punch holes in walls. I want to rip my hair out and grind my teeth down to my gums. I am so angry. I am more than upset. There is a raging fire literally burning beneath my skin. My heart is fucking smoldering. Sometimes i feel like my throat is closing and the only air left to breathe is poisonous. Sometimes I want to scratch the skin on my arms raw, to rip chunks off flesh off my body. I am outraged. I cannot control this persistent fucking hate. I want to heal. I want to feel safe. I feel nothing. You make me hate it here.

[likeadeadbattery]

Clocky And The Supreme Yapping Session (AT: Clocky’s “Lost Media”)

Fair warning that this post might be long, as I’m discussing what I remember and shit. This is my own personal stuff that I’d consider “lost media”, basically “childhood” mysteries of mine or whatever.

Circles in the Stream

This book was the one that inspired the whole post. It’s been one of my biggest mysteries for years, something I was trying to figure out that has always been in the back of my mind.

So, I remember this book from early elementary school. For context, my elementary school had book swaps- you brought in sum books and got to take others. This was likely where I got this one.

I used to be really obsessed with it and would draw the creatures in the book. My mom stole this book from me and gave it to my twin sister (despite the multiple HELL NOs I gave her) to bring to the book swap and I never saw it again. Remind me to punch my sister whenever I see her next?

So, I remembered this book VERY VERY vaguely. Just the cover and an aspect of the title. I originally thought it was ‘Ripples’ something. I remembered the fact it looked early 2000’s-ish and kinda anime girl style? Also that somewhere in the book, it described each of the creatures in detail.

I finally couldn’t take it anymore and last night I did a whole bunch of deep research to find it- otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to sleep. I would’ve used the Tipofmytongue subreddit, except for the fact that I don’t use Reddit. It was a Buzzfeed article about early 2000’s book fairs in the end that saved my ass. (Remember those? The good times lol.)

MY PARENTS WERE NOT FUCKING HERE

All together now, folks- my parents were NOT having sex!!!

I remembered this entry very vaguely. I used to be in Girl Scouts around this time, so that’s where the diary is from.

I also remember what happened here too- I was in bed or something, tryna go to sleep, and it was a VERY nasty arguement downstairs. the kitchen. As little Clocky described it, what I remember the most is them “saying the f word all night.” Meaning, more like SCREAMING IT at the top of their lungs.

Baby’s First Fanfic!!! 🥹

It was in a diary similar to the F Word one. I cannot find this one for some reason.

It was a story that I didn’t think of as a fanfic at that time- in fact, I don’t think I even really knew what fanfics were at that time.

I remember that it was FNAF, ofc. And that Bonnie might’ve been the villain. Bonnie was always the villain in my stories and games for some reason. I remember this specific scene with batteries? Maybe a pit of them? Might’ve been batteries for the animatronics.

The Divorce Diary

That’s all I can really call this one. It wasn’t even a diary, just a single page in a black notebook.

This was also early elementary Clocky’s, maybe late? Around 4th-5th grade. I would find it again, but the only problem is that Ma has a giant box of unused notebooks, and Clocky had a penchant for grabbing them and hoarding them. I have no idea now, maybe I even threw away that one.

You see, at this time, my parents’ marriage was VERY rocky for some reason. I remember one particular night, they were gonna get a divorce. Ma was slumped against the wall in my sister’s room and we were both here. She was crying and shit. I was unaffected- literally just sitting there eating Pirate Booty. She was telling us all about it and showing us places she was gonna rent and go live, and I think even giving us options for who we’d wanna live with. There’s… so many problems with this, now that I think about it???

My Ma had encouraged me to keep a diary after that. I tried it once, in that black notebook, and never picked it up again. I’m both glad and sad about that.

On one hand, it would’ve been super dark. Dad liked hitting me and calling me names and shit even back then, and this was around the time where I really really wanted to kill myself the first time around. Yeah. Elementary school Clocky wanted to kill herself.

But then I would also know for sure that I wasn’t tripping balls, that these things really happened. That he really did and said some of that shit.

“I never thought having another family would go like this.” - My dad, in the middle of an argument/confrontation with little Clocky and Frankie. Oh yes, he def said this to our faces. Little Clocky was a brat, a fucking piece of shit, but gosh, sometimes I wish someone had held her and sung her a lullaby or something. Not tell her to keep stuff inside the household, or tell her she has a penchant for dramatics when she showed them in writing what her dad did to her.

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Burn For Me - Chapter 11a

*Warning Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

I can't believe he attacked me.

I sat in bed, the lights were off and I was staring at the ceiling.

It was well in the middle of the night, the whole house was quiet but I couldn't seem to sleep.

I just kept playing what happened earlier today over and over in my head.

I had felt the heat when it hit me but it didn't hurt.

It should have since it burned a hole in my shirt.

I remembered when we reached the house Cyrus was waiting for us.

Teagan must have already went by because Cyrus rushed towards me, his brows drawn in concern.

"What happened?" he demanded his eyes taking in the damage of Teagan's attack.

"Nothing," I muttered brushing his inquisitive hands off me and continued in the house.

"Connor," he called but I just kept towards my room and closed the door behind me.

The moonlight shone brightly through my window as I lay there motionless in bed.

The snow outside was falling, making shadows dance on the walls.

I could hear the breathing of everyone in the house but my focus was on just one but he was too far away to pinpoint.

Cyrus may have let him free but he was still locked in the basement for precautious reasons.

I honestly for the life of me couldn't think of anything that could make him the way he was.

Something terrible... but what?

'You weren't there. You can't help me.'

Were his exact words to me before he hit me.

"Uhh," I sighed rolling over pulling the covers up to my ears.

This was so frustrating, to have a mate that you would do anything for all because of your genetic makeup, only to have that one person want nothing to do with you.

Not even talk to you.

It hurts your insides, literally.

My wolf was howling in grief and abandonment constantly, over and over in my head.

It was making me mad. When it was too much I sunk into a deep sleep hoping to escape this torment just to be thrown in another.

********

Teagan

A boy sat in the corner of a dark room, the only sound were the consisting dripping of the leaky ceilings and his own breathing.

He didn't dare move, which would just cause excruciating pain to serge through his already battered little body.

His skin was raw from the whips and punches and his bones ached from the fractures riddled in all sorts of places.

The screech of the heavy door opened, letting what little light the boy had seen in months.

A huge body blocked it as it stood in the door way.

The light illuminated the boy's dingy living situations, which was just a dirty old cellar with a grimy bed with brown sheets that use to be white once upon a time.

The boy watched as the shadow man throw something in the middle of the room.

The thing gave a whimpering yelp as it landed hard on the ground.

The man threw the door open fully so the boy could see the thing on the floor moving.

A tiny, little wolf-pup struggled blindly, his eyes stilled closed from it's birth days before, on the ground swaying this way and that to get on its paws.

Something else came flying at the boy but this time it made a clattering sound at his feet.

"No," he screamed at the top of his lungs, his throat raw from lack of use and sudden overuse.

"Do it, boy," the deep voice held no fluctuation, just a flat tone.

It was a voice he was all too familiar with now.

The puppy began whimpering, looking for it's mother probably.

"Please. No," the boy pleaded.

"Pick it up."

It was all ways the same.

'Do it, boy.'

'Pick it up.'

Never anything different.

For months now, every day, the same two sentences.

Even though he cried for pity hoping one day the man would get an ounce of humanity back into him but that was wishing for too much.

"Do it, boy."

"I can't," his words wavering from the lump in his throat.

"I'm begging you."

There was a tense silence between the two as the pup continued to cry in the middle of the floor.

It somehow wandered blindly towards the boy in hopes of comfort.

"God please, take it away," the boy exclaimed tears threatening to spill as he shot to his feet, pain shooting through his body as he did so.

He scooted along the walls trying to distance himself from the pitiful creature.

"Pick it up," the man said again as if nothing was happening.

When the boy made no move to obey the man walked in the room picking the animal up, his hand caressed the top of the pups head as if it was the most precious thing in the world, his gaze drifted up towards him.

"Take him," the two words the boy dread more than anything else.

He snapped his head up in anxiety as two more men walked in from outside the room and took his arms each and dragged him from the room.

"No. Please no," he screamed from down the hall as they took him to the place they always did when he refused.

It got worse and worse every day. 

"Please."

********

"Do it, boy," the man said as he performed the ritual it seem to become as the wolf-pup was thrown in the middle of the floor.

The clattering of the second object next.

The pup yelp as normal, it jumped to its feet, its wide yellow eyes taking in everything curiously.

It was on a leash now so not to wander off to far.

It scampered around sniffing things inquisitively.

It spotted the quiet, still boy in the corner and trotted towards him in familiarity.

It's cold black nose brushed the boy's cheek as it sniffed him like it always did.

It's wet tongue slipped out and gave the boys nose a bit of a kiss.

The boy stared at the dirty wall giving no acknowledgment of what was happening.

He could barely move from his curled position in the corner, his body radiating agony all over.

He was starting to understand now... it would never end.

The poor creature so ignorant of what was around him, the boy unable to escape his fate.

Even though his body screamed at him he reached over and picked it up.  

It was time to end it and set them both free.

With that he quickly jammed the knife into the weak, fragile rib cage of the creature.

The wolf-pup screeched out the loudest yelp the boy had ever heard from it.

He watched its eyes widen, staring up at him in surprise and pain before they went completely blank as the life drifted from the tiny body and it collapsed to the ground limply.

The boy was shaking all over, every shiver causing white hot pain to travel in his every cell as he sat there watching the dark pool of blood leave the poor animal and on his hand.

'For such a small thing it had so much blood,' he thought.

The man came forward picked up the dead animal from the ground.

The man caressed the top of its limp head like he always did, so precious.

The man's eyes found his as the boy glanced up at him waiting.

He finally did what he asked so what was he going to do?

"Good," the man's deep voice still flat.

With that he turned and left closing the heavy cell door behind him.

The boy stared at the door, his dead eyes unmoving from the metal in the again dark room.

'He did it,' was all the boy could think as silent tears trailed down his dirty pale cheeks.

[localguy2]

It's seriously a fucking crime that this was all regulated to a book, genuinely Quest For the Lost Powers Zane and Cole are PEAK characterisation and that's a fact.

"I don't know, I feel like something's been missing since I lost my powers and working here makes it it not so bad, at Least I don't think about it as much."

"I have been many things, I have been the son of Dr. Julien. I have been the White Ninja. The Titanium Ninja. The Ice Ninja. The Ice Emperor.

I have been all of those things. But who am I, really?"

Fucking screaming jumping in my room scratching at the walls breaking the windows kicking the door toppling my bed punching the wall wailing in agony and crying and shouting at the top of my lungs WHAT THE FUCK-

Cole's insecurity and his desire to live up to his mother's name in EVERY single aspect is literally eating him alive, he literally has to distract himself with work just to not think about it.

And Zane, holy shit Zane you blessed Nindriod.

Again he questions his identity, he's been so many things in his life that's he starting to ask himself who am I really?

Who's Zane? What's Zane?

Is he simply a Nindriod? A Ninja with Elemental Powers? A false replica trying to live up to his predecessor's name? A Tyrant ruler?

Out of all of these, how does one go about defining themselves? Where do you even begin with something this broad?

He's literally lost himself and his identity, he doesn't know what he wants specifically.

But what he does know is that he's absolutely, unquestionably terrified of dealing with his trauma, of facing his own repressed memories head on, to try and heal from all these almost timeless wounds, to try and face the events that led him to this point, he doesn't want to...

But he has to, if he wants to get his powers back.

And more importantly in my eyes, if he wishes to find some semblance of peace, if he wants to really figure out who he is as a person.

And he has to, if he wants to at least forgive himself out of all people for something that was out of his control.

Well. I've finally read Quest for the Lost Powers (after accepting I had to buy it in english because it was probably never going to be translated in my language). I'm not crying. I'm not crying, YOU are-

The angst in this book guys. I felt like reading a whole angst/comfort fanfiction

I want to share this because omfg

[ratcandy]

being really normal right now (gritting my teeth clenching my fists over the vivid animatic in my head that I cannot make)

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

Sevika and You irritating each other

Here are some head canons that didn't make it into that one fic. More people liked it than I thought they would so thank you! I love all of you and your comments make my day <3

Warnings: 18+ probably, JIC

You cannot help yourself when it comes to touching her muscles

You hold her arm for a good few seconds, nervously debating whether the possible repercussions will be worth it. With a sharp, crisp slap that probably stings your hand more than it does her, you chime “this bad boy can fit a lot of muscle-" A heavy swat against your backside has you squealing. “This bad boy can lift you over my knee-" 

Calling her name until she comes to you/ emphasizing different parts of it just because you like saying it

“Sevika!” “Baby?” “Sevika” “What, baby?” “Sevika” She'll finally come to you for you to tell her “I love you”. She'll roll her eyes but hug you, and tells you she’ll give you a real reason to scream her name if you do it again.

Calling her daddy in front of people, you’ll shrink back and giggle nervously at the look she fixes you. If you’re feeling brave and don’t run, you’ll wrap yourself around her arm and play cute in hopes there’ll be no retaliation

She’s soft for you so it’ll probably work

If she ever runs into you literally, on accident or not, you’re going flying. She’ll usually catch you before you hit anything (I.e. the wall/ground) 

She’ll laugh and tease you, is very amused when you try to push her back and she doesn’t move an inch

Maybe takes pity on you and moves slightly but I doubt it

You pepper her face with kisses when you’re laying together, softly at first to avoid suspicion and then you attack, keeping her cheeks cradled in your palm to keep her still, and raining down hard kisses on her nose. She’ll usually know what you’re about to do because she’ll hear you mutter “rapid fire” before your assault

She whines like a fucking child, like you’re embarrassing her in her apartment with no one around

HER BLUSH/pout afterwards is absolutely adorable and don’t be fooled by her disgusted face/noises. She loves it

This bitch will sit on you. Break all of your bones. Not really, but she’ll get you back. Either after when you’re laying in bed or when you’re unsuspecting and sitting on the couch.

If it’s in bed, she’ll promptly roll on top of you and start snoring over your squeals. Lifting her dead weight arms is barely doable so you know you’re screwed with the rest. She’ll pretend to sleep while you giggle and push and slap at her. If you tell her she’s crushing your boobs, she’ll inch down and drop her head against them and that’s the only compromise she’ll make. 

If you’re on the couch, she’ll plop down on you and the air just whooshes out of your lungs. This will actually probably be painful so just tickle her neck and she will fold. Use the advantage to push her off and run quick.

She’s really clever with insults. But I imagine if you startle her enough with your stupid, she’ll be so flabbergasted it’ll take her a while to choke it out.

“Why would you- you goddamn tumbleweed”

Her face will do that thing where her cheeks puff out and her face will form this deep scowl that makes her look so scary it’s funny. 

She’ll be berating you and you’ll be biting your lip to not laugh 

You’ve asked her to crush your head between her thighs. Like full on watermelon-crush. She tells you it would be no trouble because there’s nothing in yours

When she gets home and plops tiredly on the couch, you make a show of fixing her favorite drink, only to sit down next to her and start drinking it. 

“Thanks, hon I really need- you bitch.” 

“That’s so sweet, Sev.”/“Oh, you wanted one?”

This somehow leads to some weird foreplay, either her spitting the alcohol in your mouth or taking body shots

If anyone objectifies her they get punched or brutally insulted, depending on the severity. But when you do it, it’s usually you screaming internally or muttering to yourself about how “it’s not fair” or “how is an ass that sculpted?” 

She notices every time, loves the way you drool and your eyes fog over when she flashes her tits at you. 

If the sight doesn’t render you brain dead, you’ll tease her back with “how unladylike” or “how will you ever find a respectable man when you act like that?” 

Telling her she's unladylike will have her doing the most heinous shit-

“I am a respectable man” swoon

She's your respectable man

You flash her too when she’s at work, doling out orders to her men and then there’s you in the back, lifting your shirt. To your disappointment, she’ll smoothly carry on, but as soon as she’s done you’re being dragged to the back room 

It makes her hot and bothered, of course, but she could be railing you in front of a room and still keep her composure

“Do you ever wish you were tall?”

She’ll body slam you on the sofa every time you ask this 

Also when you call her Tiny, Pipsqueak, Shortstack, Princess (this one makes her blood boil)

She’ll literally hold you by your feet until you apologize

You always tell her how hot it is when she hustles/threatens/intimidates someone on the job

She thinks you’re messing with her when you say you want to role play being her prisoner

But you’re not, god Sevika one chance please-

She whistles to get your attention, like you’re a damn dog. I actually wrote a little smth on this 

A sharp whistle sounded from the doorway behind you, one that indicated Sevika likes what she sees. Her method of communication between her and her men occasionally carried over into your relationship, whether she admitted it or not. Enough to where you had created your own catalog for what they mean in your head. Your favorite was probably the one she used in the bedroom, usually an attention-grabber or a warning if you were being a brat. The one time she subconsciously whistled for your attention outside of the bedroom had you threatening to kick her to the couch for the night (like you could) and she profusely denied her intention of calling you.

“Honey, I was just whistling.”

“Oh? So you didn’t want me to refill your glass you were holding out?”

“It’s… my arm adjustments, babe. I’ve told you this.”

[baelikescatsduh]

How Different ''The Black Phone'' Characters Play Roblox | Shitpost 💀

pls i had like the best convo ever with @largekidney earlier and i wanted to make a little hc out of it because that was the funniest shit ever 😭

all of the credit goes to @largekidney because he was the one who came up with the idea in the first place <333 hope yall enjoy, just a shitpost so like take it with a grain of salt pls!!

tws: cursing

• • • • • • •

• oh lord, how do i even start?

• lets use speed run 4 as an example...

• robin would get so damn pissed, not as bad as vance but swearing in spanish at the top of his lungs whenever he dies 😭

• robin: "maldito coño!" finny: "robin, its okay! youll get it this time, i promise. ill wait for you at the end, okay?"

• finny wouldnt get that angry, but if he did start heating up he'd do breathing exercises to calm down.

• gwen, same as robin, would be screaming, about to snap the phone in half after falling right before finishing the level.

• gwen: "what the actual fuck? i literally pressed the jump button dumbass!"

• bruce is a total pacifist, and is somehow so damn good at the game at the same time. hed only mess up like once or twice throughout the entire time, while making tiny little comments like "patience is the key" and shit like that.

• billy would be pretty chill as well, taking his sweet, sweet time on every level. so like, 7 minutes every level. him, bruce, and griffin would both be chilling in the corner, peacefully playing speed run 4 as vance, robin and gwen complained and whined like little toddlers the entire time.

• finny would be sitting with robin, gwen, and vance and was giving them therapy sessions each time they died.

• finny: "vance, its going to be alright, you can just respawn." vance: "whatever, but if i fall one more damn time everybody here is going to fucking die."

• vance... our sweet vance. his blood pressure would be through the roof while playing this game. like, muttering death threats and punching the wall each time he died. saying one bad word after another, this man has no chill whatsoever. this is why nobody played anything with vance, because if he messed up or died more than once you would see steam literally coming out of his ears.

• vance: "what the fucking god damn hell? this is the most stupidest fucking thing ive ever played in my entire fucking life. this shit sucks ass, im going to strangle the dickweed who made this bullshit game."

• the grabber? oh my god. this man wouldnt even know how to move, pressing the middle of the screen as he just sat there and stared at the phone, wondering how the hell he was going to get through the game when he couldnt even figure out how to walk forward. 💀

• the grabber: "max, max?? how the fuck does this work, im pressing on the screen and im not going anywhere, i thought they said i had to press the button to move? im pressing it, and pretty damn hard too. this is too complicated."

• and lastly, griffin. he wouldnt even pick up the phone, he was more of a 'watch someone play the game' type of person, and would cheer them on as he watched them play. he would mostly watch billy, and both of them would secretly shit on everybody else. (besides bruce lmao, but bruce would refuse to talk shit with them and just minded his own business.)

• • • • • • •

[verus-veritas]

Legacy

Revenge, Technology, Mind Transference, with a dash of unrequited love. What’s not to love? /Verus

"Dude! P-please! I'm sorry! Whatever you think I've done, it must all be a mistake!" Andew yelled, thrashing against his confinements and eyeing the only point of exit in the room. His firm muscles were wet and taut against his clothes, and his handsome face flush red with terror and worry.

"Are you really sorry though? It didn't seem like it from the way you acted during Gavin's funeral. The sneers and laughter you made as his parents said their final words to him..." I said, hiding in the shadows. Only my feet and the contours of my body was visible for him to see.

"N-no offense. I just found it funny when the parents said they wish he'd atleast gotten a girlfriend before he passed away-" The same devious sneer returned on his perfectly handsome face, as he most likely remembered the scene in his head.

"Of course you found it funny. Because you knew he was completely gay. Gay, and had a massive crush on you for ages. He literally worshipped the ground you walked on, and spent most of his waking hours wishing he could be with you." I explained, slowly walking around him as I pulled out a flimsy latex cap with electronical nodes attached to it.

"And I let him. I did no wrong." Andrew talked back. His eyes following my figure until I stood directly behind him.

"No! You lead him on, made him believe you were actually interested in him. And then you destroyed him. You are the reason he ran out of the house crying, and you are the reason he didn't see the truck speeding towards him!" My voice was shaking as I quickly slapped the cap onto his head, accidentally pulling out a few strands of his hair.

"Ouuch! Get this thing off me!" He shook his head and began thrashing about again.

"You know. He really loved you... He said he was going to make you the happiest man on earth. Showering you with gifts and undying love, and be by your side forever and ever. That's why he trusted you so wholeheartedly and let you do whatever you wanted."

"Naive..." He quietly muttered under his breath.

"He was even fine with you staring and drooling over other girls. As long as he could stay by your side."

"What a fag..." I could hear him gritting his teeth.

"But that evening when you invited him over, only to have him find you in the bedroom hooking up with a random girl... that completely ruined him. You shattered his dream, his self-confidence, and his sensitive soul! He didn't know what to do and where to go, which is why he ran straight out into the traffic..." My voice was uncontrollably going up and down now, as I was unable to hide my emotions.

"Dude only had himself to blame. He should've known I only had him around for the free stuff he bought for me." Andrew snickered, as he looked down at the expensive shorts Gavin had bought for him a few weeks prior.

"How dare you!" I tried to punch his shoulder, but knew I was too weak to do any real damage against his hard muscles.

"Y'know... it almost sounds like you had feelings for him- Wait a minute! You're that pastry white kid that always walked around with him aren't you?! Hah! 'Ghost boy' we called you!" The tone in his voice shifted - with more confidence and arrogance. Back to the way he normally talked - a manipulative bastard at heart. "I see. So you best friend Gavin never had feelings for you, and now that he's gone you blame yourself for not having stopped him."

"......" I clenched my hands till my knuckles turned white.

"Hah! Maybe you really were a horrible friend. Have you thought about that you might be the reason he's dead?" He laughed, obviously enjoying the way he was toying with my feelings.

"...you have no idea..." I mumbled, as tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"Maybe you should be the one sitting in this chair - tied up and wearing this stupid cap on your head. Hehe."

I took a deep breath and calmed myself, before walking around him once again and turning so he could see me. See the real me... one last time. "I will. Soon."

"W-what do you mean with that? And why are you also wearing that ridiculous cap?" He asked. His tone in voice once again becoming panicked and anxious.

"You see. The reason why I'm so pale is because I spend so much time at home playing with my inventions and devices. Coding is one of my favorite things to do. And for the last few months I've relentlessly been working on creating this device we're both wearing right now. It was originally only meant to be used on you, recoding the patterns in your brain into loving Gavin as much as he loved you. While also erasing all of your bad traits and turning you into his ideal boyfriend... but there's no reason for that anymore, is there? So, I upgraded it into 2.0, which can now be used with two people."

"P-pff... yeah right... and what does this new version do then?"

"It can transfer the consciousness between two human brains. Even recoding the brain into believing the new consciousness have always been in control of its own body. All the memories, habits, and even muscle memory will be easily accessible to the new permanent owner." I explained, as I began fiddling with a machine by our side. The nodes on our caps lit up.

"Permanent?! Wait a minute. Let's say all of this freaky sci-fi stuff is actually real, what's going to happen to my consciousness?" Andrew asked, as he began to get more anxious by the beeping sound of the nodes on his head.

"All gone. Overwritten by mine. Erased out of existence with no way of restoring it." I answered nonchalantly. Flicking the last switched around, the device was now ready to be activated.

"What the fuck! Then you're basically killing me?! Get me out of here, you sick freak!" He began violently thrashing against the back of the chair, and flung his head around to get the latex cap off... but to no avail.

"Am I really though? Your memories, your body, and your relationships will all still be here, under my complete control. I'm just... discarding a small part of you that's no longer necessary."

"No...no... Help! HELP! SOMEONE!! THIS CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER IS GOING TO KILL ME!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the soundproofed walls would do him no good.

I flicked the final switch and walked over to him as the machine began buzzing. Standing in front of him, I suddenly sat down on his lap and grabbed hold of his face. I stared into his fearful yet piercing blue eyes and slid my hands across the cheeks and contours of his face.

"This beautiful face of yours that Gavin loved, I promise I'll take good care of it and cherish it until the day I die. It's the least I can do to honor my friend Gavin." I leaned forward and gently laid a kiss on his sweaty forehead, while holding him in place as he screamed for all he was worth.

"No! Noo! NOoO-Uoogguuughhhh" His scream turned into a gurgle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. At the same time, my eyes went white and hazy as my pastry body slumped over and fell on the cement floor. Most likely cracked open its head or something from the sound of it.

"NgOOuoouughhgguuuhh!!!" Andrew's head flung back and forth as if to fight whatever was invading his head, but it barely took a minute before the thrashing suddenly stopped and his head slumped down.

His eyes were closed, his face flushed red from exertion, and the sweat and drool pooled down onto his expensive shorts. A further five minutes of stillness and blinking nodes passed before any activity was seen.

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*Gasp*

I awoke to the cap on my head giving me a quick electric shock. In front of me laid my old withered body, lifeless and without a doubt stone dead. My throat felt dry and tired, and the ties on my arms hurt like hell. In fact, everything felt, looked, and smelt different. The smell oozing from my sweaty clothes that once smelt great now stunk in my nose. I could recall from Andrew's memories that he showered atleast twice a day. I showered atleast twice a day.

After some fiddling with the special knots in my back, I easily slipped the rope off. Massaging the sore parts on my wrist, I soon relished in how big and strong my new hands looked now. Hands who should've been holding Gavin's...

I explored further up till I reached my new bulging biceps. Squeezing them I felt how firm and taut they were. I never in a million years would have managed to get myself this big, but here I was, standing in the body of a perfect specimen. The body of the man who my friend loved, but who didn't truly love him back. If only I could've done this before Gavin died... Would he have loved me instead, or would he have hated me for what I had done? Well, atleast he would've been alive.

My focus went to my Andrew face, as I caressed the blemish-free skin and the small stubble forming on it. The face of the man I had hated for a while, the face of the man whose identity I would have to take over, and the face I would see in the mirror for as long as I breathed. It was one of the most handsome faces I've ever laid my eyes on no doubt, so I'm perfectly fine with that decision.

My hands continued to explore what was now mine; running fingers through my lush but wet hair, following the outline of my cobblestone abs, and shaking my strong and muscular legs awake from sitting too long.

Not long after I finally slipped the drool and sweat-soaked shorts off myself and watched as the tool between my legs arose to its new owner. It might not have been as long as my former one, but the very girth of it made up for it. As I enveloped it between my palms, I realized that no one had ever been as intimate with Andrew's tool as I was now, and no one would ever be. Not even Gavin would if he was somehow resurrected. Only I, Andrew would ever know how this throbbing member would feel in my own hands, the endorphins and pleasure its touch would send throughout my amazing body, and the ultimate earth-shattering orgasms I would experience as I edge myself to climax every day from now on.

The very thought of it immediately brought me to the brink of orgasm, so I quickly spread my legs apart and thrust the member fully through my grasp. It was all that was needed as I suddenly began shaking with pleasure and exploded shot after shot of Andrew seed all over the floor, myself and my former lifeless body."Ugh! Uuuugh! UUUuOOGggHH!!"

“.... Holy shit.....” I moaned, slightly shocked by the unfamiliarity of the new voice coming from my throat.

Reeling from my first ever orgasm in my new body and life, I sat back down on the chair and took a breather. I was sweaty, my crotch sticky, and my armpits stunk. Yet, I know I still looked glorious. How couldn't I? After all, I am Andrew. The man who Gavin loved, and who loved him back just as much, if not even more...

I will dedicate this new life of mine to worship and care for this body just as much as Gavin would have. His legacy, Andrew's body and life, and my consciousness have finally become one... and I promise I will carry them with pride and confidence to the grave... even if it is the only thing I will accomplish in this short insignificant life of mine.

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One Day

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Drunk!Harry Fluff!

Word count: 2K

A/N: Hi all! This is some drunk boyfriend harry fluff that I just love sm. It’s based off of “One Day” by Catie Turner (I highly recommend listening to it!!) More of my writing can be found in my masterlist and I would love to hear what you think in my ask! Thank you so much for reading! 

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Harry was the life of the party when he wanted to be. He knew how to let loose, with a tequila on the rocks in one hand and a beer in the other, ready to party until he (literally) dropped. He always ended up on some sort of elevated surface like a teenage girl, usually a kitchen island or an absurdly expensive coffee table, singing along to whatever music was playing, magically knowing every word to whatever came over the speakers. Sometimes he would get lost in the winding corridors of the massive mansions his friends lived in, taking a wrong turn in his enhibrated state and ending up somewhere he definitely wasn’t supposed to be. There was also one time he jumped off a (thankfully low) roof into the swimming pool below.

But usually, he was calm, cool, and collected; gently sipping on a single drink he would nurse for most of the night. The two of you liked to sit and watch during these parties, his hand settling securely on your waist, keeping you close to him and away from the chaos that unfolded before you. You would curl up on a couch somewhere and just watch it all play out like it was an observational study, often giving commentary and ranking people and their drunk dancing out of 10.

“I feel like we're the mean girls in the corner of the cafeteria who just sit and silently judge everyone around them,” you would giggle, nuzzling yourself further into his side.

“That’s because we are the mean girls in the corner judging everyone around them, sweetheart” he would reply, in a slightly buzzed drawl.

But tonight was not one of those nights. And Harry had ended up standing on top of the dining room table scream-singing ABBA at the top of his lungs.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic and messy performance. His limbs flailed freely as he wiggled his hips along to the beat of Dancing Queen, singing into a small statue of a naked woman he had picked up off an end table that you assumed to be very, very expensive, like it was a microphone. He wore a pair of high rise denim flares that swayed along with his movements to the music and his white “Women are Smarter'' shirt was now stuck to his body with sweat, just see through enough for his butterfly to make an appearance.

He only came down after a green malaise began to settle over his features, skin slightly clammy and a bit pale. You extended a hand, helping his loopy body down off the table and letting him settle into your side for support once he was on solid ground again. “Let’s head to the bathroom, H,” you said gently, trying to settle the panic that was beginning to crawl into his eyes. “I’ll take care of you.”

Once he got to the beautifully large and extravagant bathroom, he crawled into a small, or as small as the large man could make himself, ball and rested his hot clammy cheeks against the cool marble of the floor. “May have overdone it,” he grumbled from his spot on the floor, holding on for dear life as you were sure the room was spinning for him.

“Ya think?” you teased, immediately feeling a pang of guilt when you were met with a pathetically needy face from him in return. “Oh baby, it’s okay.” You carefully dug through the cabinets, knowing there had to be washcloths somewhere in the lavish room, and once you found one you dampened it with cold water. Settling down on the tile next to him, you pulled him and his sweaty curls on to your lap, wiping the layer of sweat delicately from his skin and then resting the cold cloth on his forehead.

You two stayed in this position for a while, carefully rubbing his back in an effort to sooth the large man and trying to ignore the loud music that was still shaking the house around you. He looked small like this, no longer your giant protector, but like a younger version of himself who just needed someone to take care of him. You were happy to be that person, as he always was for you.

This was the first time you had ever seen him like this. He always managed to know his limits, but tonight he just went off the deep end. He had been working like a dog, constantly in and out of the studio, frustrated that none of the songs he was writing were up to his astronomically high standards for himself. It wasn’t too shocking that he was trying to escape that stress.

Gradually, as he laid on the floor and you held him close, the color came back into his cheeks and he stopped holding onto your legs like the room was about to take flight. When you sat him up against the wall, he was still a bit wobbly, but no longer looked like he was about to unload his stomach contents all over the room.

“How are you feeling now, H?” you asked softly, scanning his face for discomfort or distress as you dabbed the washcloth over his skin.

“’m okay,” he hiccuped back, “jus’ needed a cuddle.” He got exceptionally British when he got this drunk, his accent coming out in a barely distinguishable garble of tall vowels and dropped consonants, his tongue heavy in his mouth.

His eyes fluttered open and closed without rhythm as he looked at you, his light green eyes glazed over with a glassy shine, and his mouth hung open slightly, like he didn’t have the coordination to close it. His pink cheeks were flushed and his skin had a sweaty sheen. His head had rolled off too one side and rested on his shoulder, like his neck had given up on holding his head up, and his arms fell heavy at his sides.

You should have been at least slightly annoyed with him for acting like a college kid, drinking until he made himself sick. His behavior and subsequent need for you to take care of him should have gotten under your skin and caused a bit of anger to bubble up into your chest. But it didn’t. You were just taking care of your man.

“Do you still feel nauseous?”

“‘m a-ok, babay” he said, making himself giggle with his rhyme. His lips lazily curled up into a smile and he dragged a lazy arm up to give the “OK” symbol with his uncoordinated fingers, before the heavy limb dropped back down to the tile beneath him.

“Okay, funny man,” you began sarcastically, planning on instructing to drink the glass of water you had retrieved on your way up to the bathroom, when he cut you off.

“I am pretty funny, aren’t I?” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the loud belly laugh that fell past your lips. He took the glass from you and began to sip, a proud smirk never leaving his lips as he looked at you.

“You were a comedian in a past life.”

“I agree.”

You two were quiet for a bit, Harry drinking something other than tequila for the first time the entire night, and you just admiring him in silence. You let your hand crawl into his, interlocking your fingers together before bringing it up to your lips and pressing small kisses to each of his knuckles. It wasn’t long before his glass of water was finished and he crawled back into your arms, his back pressing to your chest with your arms wrapped securely around his shoulders. Your fingers ran through his still damp curls, initially just to push them up and away from his forehead and eyes, but continued when you heard the little happy mewls coming from him.

“Ya take such good care of me,” he said sloppily with a gentle tone, breaking through the bubble of silence you two had created together.

“I always will.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his salty forehead and settled back onto the hard wall behind you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You hadn’t been together for long, with saying the “L” word still being pretty new, and still slightly foreign, to both of you. But you meant it when you said it, you loved him, and your body always filled with a blushing warmth when he said he loved you too.

You had met through work when you interviewed him for the magazine you worked at. From the moment you saw those dimples in real life, you were weak in the knees and enamored with him. You hadn’t been trying to flirt, it just happened. And before he left the office, you had a date planned for that Friday. That was 6 months ago now and they had been some of the happiest of your life.

“Will you marry me?”

The question left his lips in his absurdly difficult to understand drawl and it took you a moment to process what he said, but when you did your heart stopped.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry him, because you did, but not now.

It was too soon. There was still too much for you to do together, too much still to learn about him, and too much for him to learn about you. You hadn’t even had a serious fight yet; you didn’t know how he dealt with conflict or how you would react to it. You didn’t live together; you didn’t know how your living habits would match up or if they would drive each other insane. You didn’t know how you would deal with him touring being away for so long.

There was just too much you didn't know.

“I will someday.” You spoke gently, trying hard not to hurt his currently fragile feelings. You were now holding his face tenderly, like if you held him steady and close, you could lessen the blow.

“So, no?” he looked up at you with his big puppy dog eyes, feeling guilt punch you in the gut.

“For now. Everything is just going so well right now, we don’t have to mess with it.”

“Jus’ wanna be with you forever,” he said softly and your heart began to melt. He was such a soft person, who felt everything so deeply and with so much emotion. He was a sap, and you loved him for it. You pulled him closer to your chest, pressing soft kisses to his temple.

“And you will be,” you breathed. “Forever will still be there down the line.”

“Why not now?” His lips held an adorable pout and you couldn’t stop yourself from pressing a kiss to them. He tasted awful, like tequila and sweat, but the kiss was loving and sweet as you tried to pour all your love for him into it.

“Because we still have to grow,” you watched the end of his mouth tick up, sure to make some sort of smartass comment about you both being grown already. “We have to grow together,” you finished.

“I guess so,” he mused softly.

“I promise that I will say ‘yes’ when we are ready someday.”

“Someday,” he repeated softly, feeling the words on his own lips. “I’m going to keep asking, ya know?” he smirked up at you, his smile and joking tone signalling that you hadn’t broken his heart, just bruised his ego a bit.

“That’s perfectly okay,” you sighed, a contagious smile finding its way to your own lips. “I’m going to keep saying ‘no’ until we’re ready, ya know?” you teased, using his own words against him.

“One day, I’ll make an honest woman outta ya when you let me.”

“One day.”

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