#this thing is insanely heavy tho holy shit. I could kill someone with this.......

[lilbugprincess]

I got my new keyboard! Technically it arrived this past Friday, but I was out of the house until today and I've been DYING to finally get my hands on this thing!!

It's the Wobkey Rainy75 and I'm absolutely in love!! This thing sounds good, feels good, and looks SO good and it's just a huge step up from my previous keyboard! It's also really different... I'm going from a full size to a 75% layout and a tactile to a linear switch.

I'm gonna have to live with it for a while to see how I like it but like... I'm just really excited to start looking at new keycaps to match, hehe. And maybe I'll even get a desk mat and move my stuff up to the top of my desk!

[ghouls-dream]

Sinners, I went feral once again.

No one asked about it, but you all deserve it. :”)  Dewdrop x Reader one-shot  (WARNING!!! SMUT, 18+, NSFW)  ‘Burning touch - finger tips hot as flames, leaving traces down your body so gently, yet harshly the pain turns into pleasure… Wicked enough, but the objective truth everyone is so afraid of speaking. Breathe so hot it makes you shiver like you’ve been out in the cold, naked and alone. Your skin covers in goosebumps each time he lets out a moan of pleasure or a grunt. Imagine yourself begging for him to be rough, to be merciless with your fragile body, even tho you know you’ll regret that decision later - pain won’t spare you, nor will the scars he’ll leave… But you’ll enjoy every single one of them. You’ll look at yourself in the mirror (or not, depending on the place) and see the “loving injuries”. You’ve been marked as his. Scratches, bites even small blue spots that were once red, turning purple. You’re not a masochist. Or maybe you are? But it’s because he demands it… You start to question your rationality. 'Is it worth it? Is that what I imagined? Is that what I’ve always wanted?' 

No. It’s what you’ve needed. And he provided you with it. He provided you with the sickest of all pleasures your mortal, physical body had ever experienced. And you were forever thankful for that…’ My inner monologue was probably going to continue if my thoughts weren’t interrupted by the door. It opened slowly, it let out a terribly loud “cracking sound”. I hated it… “Did I ever say come in?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes, just to see the old woman’s demanding, “fed up with everyone” look on her face. My heart dropped the moment I saw that grimace. There were two options - I was done, or… I was done in not such a brutal way as the first thought I had. “Imperator” I mumbled, immediately getting up from my seat and bowing my head. My gaze hit the stone floor, while my hands grabbed each other in front of my black long skirt. Needless to say how fast my heart was pounding. The amount of respect and fear I felt for that woman was out of charts. I’ve personaly seen (and experienced once, fortunately enough)her  in her “worst of days” and  honestly - i don’t want to revive that awful memory. Being submissive to her wasn’t so bad, after all… “I’ll let that slip, Y/N. Who else can come in without knocking?! Have you lost your mind!?” Sister’s voice filled the room. 'Oh, that old, stinking bag!’ I thought to myself 'Just because your sex life is deader than death, doesn’t mean ours’ should be as well!’ “I apologize, Imperator.” I bit my tongue before speaking those words because I knew - the moment I let my mouth run free was the last time I see light. “Apology accepted. Now, look at me and cut the fake courtesy! Someone made a mess in my office the other night - half of my library is burned! Not to mention that Cardinal’s music sheets were also nearly destroyed! Do you, maybe have the slightest idea who might have been?! Or more like… Tend to explain, young miss?!” 'Uh oh’ I thought to myself once again, before my eyes met her reproacheful gaze. Holy shit, that look could kill and I must have been long dead by now, since it wasn’t the first time I meet it… I was more than shocked to find out this woman had such an asute character. Damn right, I was a part of the mess made in her office, but… So was he! And if I was pushed down, I’d drag the fucker with me! I swallowed hardly, trying to escape her piercing gaze and crossed arms in front of my door. All I could do was shake my head in denial. “Well it must have been someone and since you’re the problematic one in the class, I decided to come here firstly. Y/N, If I find out you have something to do with that… I’ll have you…” her voice spoke once again, before being interrupted by a lower one. A male one. A very familiar male one. My eyes grew bigger as I felt his tember tickling my ears… Even the sound of his goddamn voice was able to send shivers down my spine! “Is there a problem, Imperator? Anyhow I can help?” he spoke so innocently, so fakely concerned, while I was mentally burning on a stake, it was driving me insane! My eyes met his icy blue ones that were now in a dark blue shade… Unforgettable gaze he had… “Ah, Dewdrop! Well I guess you can. Do you have any idea who could have done the mess in my office yesterday? I suppose it happened at night since I was all day in!” Imperator asked, her eyes still locked into mine. I bit my lips. 'Please, keep your mouth shut. Please keep your mouth shut, please!’ was all I could hear inside my head, while waiting for “his sentence”. I felt my nails digging deeper into my skin as I held my hands together… Panic was overtaking every cell in my body, even my pulse could have been compared to a trigger, getting ready to shoot (lol i took that from a song)… While the firey motherfucker was just looking at me, smirking at my anticipation. He loved seeing me helpless, completely left out on his “so called mercy”. In any way you could think of… “No, but Y/N might know. Have you questioned her?” the ghoul asked Imperator. “I was about to do it before you interrupted us. I have other witches to go through anyway, so If you’re here just to make my job harder, I suggest you…” “Not at all, Sister. In fact - I can finish what you’ve started with her, while you question the other girls. When I’m done here, I’ll catch up on you. After all, what happened to your office concerns us as well… Not just the Clegry. It’s our responsibilty as your servants to keep…” Dewdrop started speaking, before the old woman rolled her eyes and scoffed “Alright, fine! Just shut up and be quick! You’ve got luck I know your parents, Y/N… Either way you’d have been banished long time ago!” And with those words the woman shut the door behind her, leaving me with the cocky dipshit. His deep, mocking chuckle filled the room as I felt my body temperature getting higher. I was slightly ashamed for what I’ve done with him the other night, then slightly angry for how he behaved, then slightly aroused from his intimidating persona… A wave of unease went through my body the second his hand went behind his head, just so he could untie the thin strings of his mask, causing it to fall on the ground. The heavy silver clacked over the stone floor, making me jump slightly. “If I fall, I’m dragging you down with me. I’m tired of getting in trouble just because you cant keep your pants up!” I found the courage inside me to hiss at him. The ghoul raised an eyebrow, before walking towards me with his hands crossed in front of his chest and spoke “Look how fierce you are now… Where was that confidence few moments ago? Also, last time I checked you were the one pulling my pants down so you could get your little mouth wrapped arou..” “Fuck off, Dew, I’m serious!” I interrupted him immidately, feeling how my cheeks were slowly starting to turn crimson. I pushed him slightly away from me. I couldn’t let myself go this time… He was used to get everything done his way, each time he wanted… Not today! “Putting a fight will only make me want to destroy you in more ways!” the ghoul whispered against me, before feeling his hand gripping my upper arm harshly. I yelped slightly. He chuckled. But of course he would! An asshole of his league wouldn’t react any different to other person’s vulnarability and humiliation… “You little, naive slut…” his words were piercing my mind like an arrow. I could finally feel that hot breathe on my neck once again. The same one that was making my knees feel weak, my heart pound with abnormal speed and my lady parts drip. “You really thought I’d let you talk to me like that? If I open my mouth and tell Imperator what really happened there, no one can save you… Not even the little relation you have to her. Besides - imagine the horror on your parents’ faces the moment they find out their only, sweet girl was willingly spreading her legs to a half-demon, being absolutely submissive to him….” Dewdrop’s voice spoke against my skin. I could feel his mouth coming in contact with my collabones. And soon after his teeth were already abusing my sensitive skin. I let out a loud gasp… I thought I was used to him inflicting his sweet “pain” by now, but I guess I was wrong… Very wrong. And very stupid. The moment that gasp left my mouth, I felt his other hot palm covering my lips. God his skin smelled of amber… I don’t know if that was just his natural odor, since each ghoul had one, or it was his perfumer, but the scent was… Simply remarkable. My hands tried to fight him instinctivly, but instead Dewdrop made a swift move, turning me towards my mirror. The reflection of me, in his hands, completely trapped by his body which was standing behind me, was… Wicked. Arousing. Insanely hot. Or at least some part of my mind was thinking it. “I’m guessing you’re ready to do a lot just so my mouth stays sealed, right doll?” he whispered. I nodded. Since that was the only way possible of comunication between us… “Good. Give me your right hand” his voice was like milk and honey to my aroused mind… I was melting. The only thing holding me stable on the ground was his leg, placed between both of mine. I did what I was told. Dewdrop caught my palm with his hand gently… The heat resonating from his skin was enough to make me sweat… And drip. Down there… Where he was taking both of our hands! And all I could do was pant, watch and stay as quiet as possible… He began talking into my ear as I felt his hand guiding mine, down my body - from my neck, to my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples… Abusing them, squeezing them and fonding them so gently it almost hurt more than the actual “sensual torture”. I closed my eyes shut - a shot of pain went through my body, before I could feel our hands moving slowly down to my throbbing wet core.. “Open your eyes, Y/N! I want you to watch carefully how it’s done. Not that you can’t do it yourself, but…” Dewdrop’s raspy voice spoke into my ear, before bitting the earlobe. I did what I was told - once again. Our hands made their way beneath the black fabric of my long skirt, then quickly went under my panties… I tried to moan the moment my own fingers met the most sensitive part of me, but the ghoul’s palm over my mouth stopped any sounds produced. I arched my back, feeling how his fingers were guiding mine in circular motions, putting slight pressure on my clit. Another pathetic attempt to moan was spoiled… Dewdrop let out a chuckle “You’re so wet… It’s almost humiliating. Virgins get wet harder than you, Y/N” As he spoke those words, I felt my middle and ring finger making their way inside my wet folds, along with his own ones. Dewdrop knew exactly what was he doing. This was his game of manipulation where the winner was foretold in the very beginning… I squeezed my eyes and threw my head back on his shoulder, the moment I felt his slim fingers curl up, making mine do the exact same thing. They hit that spot in me that was able to drive me over the edge and honestly - I was close. Pathetically close. “Don’t you dare to come now or I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say your name for days!” he hissed inside my ear as I felt his fingers starting to pump in and out faster. “And for the last time… Open your goddamn eyes!” Dewdrop ordered, before moving his palm from my mouth to my throat. In that moment I let out a loud moan, feeling how my knees were getting weaker, my whole body felt in trance. But I still managed to open my eyes and lock my gaze with his in the reflection. “Y/N look at yourself… You can’t even get off properly without my help, what’s left to get out of trouble… Now taste yourself” Dewdrop whispered, not breaking contact with my eyes. I let out a small gasp as I felt our fingers slipping out… I opened my mouth on command as he put my wet fingers inside. “Suck” the ghoul whispered as I felt the salty taste of myself in between my lips. His deep-shaded blue eyes were following that exact movement strictly. My heart was pouding like crazy… Not to mention the throbbing “pain” in my core - I was so close yet so far from what I needed the most! And while I was sunk in my thoughts, I heard his zipper go down quickly. The hand that was guding mine was now frantically moving behind me… I knew what he was doing. And I couldn’t wait to have him inside! Dewdrop quickly bent me over as his hand gripped my hair, before I felt the sudden pentrating of his hard manhood. I moaned loudly, putting my palms on the big mirror in front of me for balance as he pounded harshy and mercilessly inside me.. “Look at yourself! You little, needy brat!” Dewdrop hissed as his hand gripped my hair, making me look up in our reflection… The view was more than hot. I doubt my mind was capable of finding a word at that moment that was suitable for the occasion. Just seeing his clenched jaw, his eyes pentrating mine as he was thrusting himself inside me, stretching me so good was enough to shoot me over the edge.. “Dew.. Please! I need.. I n-need to come!” I tried to whisper but it sounded more like a desperate moan. The ghoul smirked cockily, before letting out a devilish chuckle and commanded “Then fucking do it, slut!” And that was all I needed to hear… The tension in my stomach grew so big it had no other option than just… Releasing itself. I moaned loudly, arching my back as much I could and felt Dewdrop’s last pounds inside me, leaving me absolutely unable to stand on my feet. Literally. My legs became so weak that I fell on the ground, my knees hitting the stone cold floor… Needless to say my heart was pouding like crazy inside my chest, ready to rip it off.. I was coming from a very high place… “Next time…” Dewdrop panted as he started to put his pants back up “Next time… Watch your mouth more. It won’t be so pleasurable I promise you…” I looked up to his sinful smirk, just to see him picking up his mask from the ground and whispering in my ear before, leaving me alone in my room - sweating, roughly fucked and full of serotonin “And don’t worry. Nothing will come out my mouth about our little game yesterday… Or the ones before yesterday… Or the one today.”

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part twenty one/

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: We are getting to the point where Nikki’s addiction really starts to take full effect(affect?) I finished reading the heroin diaries so it gives me an idea how to get inside this version of Nikki’s head, and to pick your brain as well haha also I did a lot of brainstorming with @electradestiny last night. She helped me come up with some fucked up ideas hahahaha. Enjoy this tho! Feedback is always appreciated💖

Warnings: drug use...heavy fucking drug use, language, implied domestic violence, angsty

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January ‘85

Nikki’s POV

I found my self huddled in the bathroom corner craving another shot of china white. I sighed in pure bliss as I remembered I had a rig tucked into my combat boots. I gently pulled it out, my fingers shaking with anticipation as my body was getting ready for another hit.

I took off my belt off, wrapping it around my bicep, tightening as it made my veins bulge out. I uncapped the rig, slowly taking my time sticking it into my arm.

I couldn’t tell you who showed me this, but man, were they a fucking gift from a God I don’t believe in. I’ve always snorted smack or smoked it at times, but shooting up? Fuck, it was like experiencing heaven, sometimes it was even better than sex.

I watched as my blood mixed with the liquid gold substance inside the barrel of the needle. Slowly I pulled the rig out of my arm, watching blood trickle down the now abused flesh.

My eyes fluttered into my head, as I leaned against the wall with a small smile playing on my lips. Heroin felt like a security blanket to me, I felt warm, safe & whole. I felt all the warmth I didn’t receive growing up, all the love, everything felt fine for once in my fucking existence.

I can’t get that stupid pompous asshole Julian our my fucking head, though. Fuck that guy. I could see why Vanity fell for him. He’s a rich, arrogant son of a bitch who has everything in the world going for him.

Fuck, Vanity.

I remember thinking one time before she was my greatest chase, that was a fucking lie. Heroin was now my greatest chase to date.

How could a female cheat on any guy that is just trying to make her happy? I never took her for the cheating type. I didn’t think she would have it in her, especially to sit on someone else’s dick in the bed she shared with her fiancé. That was fucking dirty, I would kill a bitch if she ever pulled that on me.

Why did she end up having to be a whore? I enjoyed her company, I would like to think she was my best friend, a great best friend. The type of best friend that would let me fuck her whenever I wanted. It’s like I hardly fucking know her now, but yet here she is knowing everything about me. God, why do I do these things to myself?

The words Julian spoke wove themselves into my brain, just hearing his stupid voice on repeat.

Mick’s POV

God damn, fucking back deterioration. I groaned as I stood up from the couch, clutching a vodka bottle, hobbling my way to the bathroom, “Go away!” I heard Nikki from the other side of the door, “Fuck off!” I yelled back, as I let go of the door knob.

I continued walking down the hallway to the other bathroom. A wave of relief washing over me that it wasn’t locked. I opened the door, leaning into it as the alcohol was finally hitting me. I saw Vanity standing there, a trembling mess with a rag up to her mouth. She finally realized I was in the bathroom. “What the fuck happened to you!” I shouted with wide eyes, tears falling from her eyes as she watched my reflection in horror.

“Just go away Mick.” Her voice was hoarse as she choked back her tears, spitting blood into the sink, “You must be out of your god damn mind.” I said, slamming the bathroom door and walking over to her, but she backed away from me. “Stop it, let me help you.” I demanded, taking the rag that use to be white from her hands.

Her bottom lip was split and swollen, and I noticed she had a huge welt on the side of her cheek. “Was this Julian?” I questioned, her eyes full of tears, “He fucking lied about everything.” She said through tears, burying her face into my chest. I soothingly ran my hand over the top of her head, “And-and, Nikki believed him.” She was choking on her breath through gasps of udder sadness. “Just relax Vanity, he’s not here.” I spoke softly, removing her from my chest and standing her in front of me as I gently dabbed her lip.

“How could Nikki just believe him! He doesn’t know him, he knows me!” She yelled out in frustration, “Don’t worry about him right now, we need to get you fixed up.” I told her, continuing to dab her lip.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this.” She said with a chuckle and a slight wince of pain, letting a another small laugh escape, which made me smile. She was always trying to find the good in things. “Where did he go?” I asked her, her responding with a shrug.

“I’m gonna beat him unconscious and then when he comes through, I’m gonna do it again.” I told her, a glimmer of doubt in her golden orbs.

“He’s insane and unpredictable, Mick...you can’t do anything to him! You can’t say anything to him, or to anyone else!” She spoke, getting worked up all over again.

“What do you fucking think people are gonna ask when you go out there with a busted up lip and a black eye? What are you gonna tell them, huh?! No one is gonna believe that you got your ass kicked by another chick!” I shouted quietly at her, bewildered that she was even protecting him.

“He’s Vince’s lawyer, it would ruin everything.” She said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, wincing when she went over the now purple bruise under her eye. I nodded, agreeing with her. If I did anything it would fuck up everyone’s life.

“I won’t forget this. The moment Vince walks out of that jail, I am finding Julian and I’m gonna kick his stupid, impertinent ass. He ain’t a man for beating a woman.” I said, finishing a last gentle wipe to the dried clot of blood on her lip.

Vanity looked at herself in the mirror, starting to cry again. “He broke my nose one time.” She said, showing me a scar on her nose, deeply exhaling. “I also have a five inch scar running down the middle of my back from him. He chased me around our house in the middle of the night with a knife. He woke me up when he came home, saying I was cheating on him.” All I could do was blink & give a reassuring nod as she continued explaining the history she had with Julian.

“I almost ran out the front door, but he tackled me from behind and drove the knife into me. I laid there for I don’t even know how long bleeding out as he left, I didn’t see him for almost a month. Greyson was only sixteen when he found me. He was at a friends house down the street, he found his way over while drunk. I always let him stay the night whenever he was partying and didn’t want to go home to face Mom and Dad.” I watched as she recollected her memories.

“It took me a very long fucking time to work through it....and now he’s just here again. In my fucking face, like nothing had happened, like I was still with him. The berating, the way he’d trap me in a corner and I wouldn’t have a way out, I would just have to take his abuse and deal with it afterwards.” The more and more she went on, the more I wanted to have Julian dealt with.

“And believe me Mick, he was such a wonderful guy! He really was! He was so good to me in the beginning, but I don’t know what happened, or where I went wrong.” She said, in return I glared at her.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, he was destined to be a piece of shit. Let’s just go back to the party. Find Tommy and Nikki, so you can tell them cause I’m not explaining why your face is fucked up.” I told her, she scoffed with an added eye roll.

“Am I still pretty, though?” She asked, looking into the mirror, fixing her hair. “Beautiful as ever, sweetheart.” I reassured her, which made her smile.

“I need to take a piss first, so get out.” I told her, she quickly left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Vanitys POV

I waited outside the hallway for Mick, peering over my shoulder & looking around the corner for any sign on him. I looked down, realizing I never did put my shirt back on from earlier. I need to find Tommy, I need some fucking blow.

Mick walked out of the bathroom, groaning as he held his back, “You okay?” I asked him and he nodded, “Just this god damn deterioration. I’m fine Vanity, don’t worry about me.” He said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we made are way to the party. Everything was lively as expected, but the moment I stepped foot into the common areas people were looking at me, whispering amongst themselves and pointing.

“Van! Come do some lines with-holy fucking shit what happened!?!” Tommy’s attitude changed the moment he saw me. His hand gently cupped my cheek as he examined the bruising, “I’m fine, I need some blow or zombie dust, anything...please?” Tommy had a puzzled look on his face, more then usual, “Uh yeah...” he said reaching down, grabbing a tray that had three lines of white powder ready to go.

I took it from him, quickly snorting it all up, “What happened?” Tommy asked again, “Shut it.” Mick snapped at him, “We’ll discuss it later, after everyone is gone.” Mick added on, sitting down and taking a sip of vodka.

“Do you have more? I’ll buy it off of you.” I asked Tommy, he looked bewildered as he took a sack out of his pocket. I needed something to numb the pain, the physical pain and the emotional one.

“Vanny, just have it.” He said handing it to me, “Are you okay?” He added as I dumped the bag into a mountain of white powder, “Does it look like I’m fucking okay, T-bone?” I asked, not bothering to look up at him as I was cutting lines.

“Should I get Nikki? Or call Tonya and Lucia?” He asked, “NO!” I raised my voice, which startled him, “Don’t you fucking dare call them.” I warned him, he just nodded and took a sip of his drink.

“Hun, you’re gonna make yourself sick.” Mick commented on the lines I kept doing over and over and over again.

I looked up at him, the movement of my head made all the cocaine rush through my blood system. “No I’m not.” I argued back as Mick stretched his arm over, snatching the tray of drugs out of my lap, “Don’t start with me.” Mick retorted.

“This wouldn’t have fucking happened if you guys weren’t such assholes. If your fucking band member didn’t drive while fucked up, i wouldn’t have had to fucking ask the asshole for help. You sure act like the fucking responsible one, when you’re just as bad as them. Keep your fucking band in check, dude. Since you got it so figured out, why the fuck is Nikki an alcoholic? Why’s Vince in jail? Why’s Tommy fucking running around snorting everything in sight? Yeah, exactly. “ I berated Mick. All I got was a glare and a sigh in return.

“T, go get Sixx...now.” Mick ordered Tommy, “Don’t you fucking dare.” My eyes darted to T-bone, his eyes darting to Mick, “Now Tommy!” Mick shouted at him, “Oh you son of a bitch.” I said as I watched Tommy stand up from the couch, leaving to go find him.

I let out a bitter laugh, “Yeah, lets go get him! Great fucking idea, Mick! The fuck he’s gonna do? Try to fuck me? Good job! Cause that’s all he ever does for me!” I shouted, sarcasm dripping from my lips.

Mick sent a glare my way, rolling his eyes and taking a swig out of the vodka bottle.

I watched Tommy hobble back to us, basically having to hold Nikki up. Jeez, he was that fucked up already?

Tommy put Nikki on the couch next to me, “Oh fuck!” Nikki said, looking at my face, and for some reason he busted out laughing. “I knew you were feisty but damn you got your ass kicked!” His laughs echoed through my head as he grabbed my face, making me wince in pain. “Don’t touch me.” I told him, pushing his hands off of me, “Whatever.” Nikki replied, with a roll of his eyes before leaning into the couch.

“Please tell me who did this? Was it another chick? If so we gotta get you some lessons.” Tommy joked, trying to put a smile on my face. “You really believe I would let a girl do this to me? C’mon, T-Bone.” I told him as he cocked his head to the side.

“Did Uh...Sixx...” He was stammering over his words, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “No, god no, Nikki didn’t do this.” I turned my head to look at him, but he was passed out on the couch.

“Um..it was Julian.” I spoke quietly, barely audible. Tommy’s expression left his face, “What? What do you mean Julian did this?” Tommy asked frantically.

“He was extremely abusive to me when we were together, so I’m really not surprised he did it here too.” Tommy stood up so fast he almost knocked a bottle of booze off the table,

“Where the fuck is he?” Tommy was pissed, and I’ve never seen him mad. “No, no you can’t! He’s still Vince’s lawyer!” I told him, “Sit down you fucking teenager.” Mick ordered him, “Fuck you Mick! How can you be so calm and how can nikki be fucking sleeping!” Tommy yelled, kicking Nikki’s leg which woke him up,

“Dude! Are you fucking kidding me!? Your fucking girl just got beat by her ex-fiancé, and you’re just fucking laying here! You are the worlds biggest insensitive prick!” Tommy yelled at him, Nikki still not understanding what the hell is going on.

“Not my girl, not my problem.” That was all he said, I stared at him as he leaned back into the couch. How could he even say that as I was in his presence?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julian putting on his suit blazer and trying to leave. “Oh there’s that jackass, Hey Julian!” Tommy yelled, I quickly followed him as Tommy went after him.

“Tommy...T-bone!” I yelled grabbing his hand but he swatted my hand away.

“Oh what’s up, Tommy! Oh Van, what happened!” Julian responded a smirk on his face, but then Tommy shoved his shoulders.

“You think it’s fucking cool to hit a chick you stupid motherfucker! Huh! Do you!” Tommy yelled, shoving him again.

“Hey man, I didn’t do shit to her!” Julian yelled, shoving Tommy against the wall of the corridor by the front door.

“God you’re a fucking lawyer, how stupid are you! She just told me everything!!” Tommy said, shoving him back away from him.

“Oh, you dumb cunt. You could never keep your mouth shut!” Julian yelled as he approached me, but Tommy swiftly decked him in the jaw, making him stumble to the ground.

“Watch who the fuck you’re talking to, man! You don’t speak to her like that! You wanna beat on someone, do it to someone your own size!” Tommy yelled as he got on top of him, continuing to give him massive blows to the face.

Security quickly intervened and pulled Tommy off of him, “Fuck you man! Get him out of here!” Tommy shouted, spitting in Julian’s direction.

“I just saved your Bands career, and this is how you repay me!?” Julian yelled back, wiping blood from his nose as security held onto him as well.

“Get him out of here! Now! I don’t want to see his fucking face!” Tommy yelled, security listened and dragged him out the front door.

“What’s going on?” I spun around, punching Nikki in the jaw, he looked mortified almost as if I just sobered him up, “Van!! what the fuck!” He yelled, covering his mouth and wincing in pain.

“That’s for believing him, you asshole!” I shouted at him, Tommy stood on the side of us ready to grab me if I punched him again.

Nikki studied my face, studying the bruises on my face, and if it could’ve been real, you would have seen the lightbulb above his head clicked on.

“Julian did this?!” He yelled, quickly trying to go out the door but Tommy stopped him, “No, you’re not getting involved, she’s been through enough.” I heard Tommy tell him. Nikki quickly came back to me.

“I’m so sorry, I just I...he was so believable...Vanity, he did this to you?” Nikki couldn’t comprehend, as his thumb gently brushed against the black and blue discoloration around my eye.

“And you thought it was a fucking joke. You fucking laughed.” I said, moving away from him, “Doll...” Nikki trailed off as he closed the gap between us again.

He placed his hand on my hip, “Baby...please, I’m sorry.” He had a sultry tone to his voice, the tone he knew that drove me crazy as he would usually use it as I was naked underneath him.

“Let’s get you home.” Tommy intervened, knowing I would buy into Nikki’s antics. I looked up at Tommy, nodding in agreement.

The tall drummer wrapped his hand around my shoulder, walking me out the door. I turned my head to the side only to see that Nikki was already gone.

[ramblingshit]

Fright Night - 1985 - 3.5/5

Highly oversimplified fun ‘modern’ teen adventure book-style take on Dracula - i think?

i am having a fuckking awful night please let this be half okay at least funny like please. right we have some poor audio. tom holland is here? some chick is going on about how much she likes the dark - she’s mina? pale, red lips peeps are making out - it’s just someone squeaking their lips together and then letting go lmao wtf - it’s a tv show about vampires lol this acting is amazing i think its supposed to be he literally just went after her with the blunt end of the stake damn. some more squeaking kisses gross. kids making out, peter vincent is on TV or some shit. boyfriend has wandering hands and she’s told him twice to stop and now he’s bitching at her for not letting him feel her up and then she apologises? excuse me? and now he’s guilted her into doing it? oh damn that’s a nice chocolate coffin where’d he get those binoculars ahaha oh yikes that girl is not ready and now he’s ignoring her oh what is happening. mum’s getting involved. he wanted to fuck she didn’t then she wanted to fuck and he was distracted by some guys carrying a coffin into the basement of the house next door. he’s so distracted he’s completely ignoring his girlfriend.oh damn he pissed off his friend too this guy seems like a dumbass. ew gross oh my god she’s dressed like a prostitute what is that blue thing and the opaque beige hosiery is horrific. it’s funny at this point lots of these clothes are coming back into fashion. then there are those of course that must die and stay dead. damn a big ol scream from the house next door and a light went out. fuckin hell he wait she’s apologising for his  dumbass and said it’s her fault and he’s like yeah i suppose it was like what. i know this is supposed to be like this like he’s clearly supposed to be a terrible boyfriend but fuck he is barely pretending to care about her - he said ‘i love you’ and she’s gooing all over him. now he’s ignoring her again and here’s his weird looking friend who thinks its hilarious oh my god she slapped a hamburger cheese onion and tomato hamburger patty on his face disgusting but damn he deserves it. whoop a guy in the basement just saw this kid snooping - is he seriously just gonna open this guy’s basement doors unsurprisingly dude came and snapped at him like wtf you think you’re doing. he’s obsessed with this house all of the sudden? eating chips at his window with his binoculars. now asleep in that chair and hot damn there’s a couple about to fuck  and tittiiiiiieesssssss. oh damn mate is a vampire looking straight at the kid through the window. just staring. then closes the window with long ass fingers with long yellow nails. just woke his mum up like ma new guys a vampire and she’s like fuck off and he’s sneaking about outside what the hell is this kid on. oh they’re carrying out bodies in garbage bags and what i think they’re trying to show they’ve got sick powers or something there’s this synth beat in the background those are the largest collar flap things i’ve ever seen and that red scarf is sick a lot is happening bro red scarf dude just caught annoying kid charlie spying at them from the hedges. oh shit he’s screaming at his mother and his girlfriend what an ass - Amy is obsessed with their relationship, Mum thinks he’s having a nightmare. he’s the dumbass in the horror movie - running around screaming, telling everyone the guys a vampire killing people getting the police involved like dumbass what teh fuck this is gonna be embarrassing you think if they really are vampires they’re gonna be dumb enough to let themselves get caught. oh what he’s yelling again and interesting there’s a painting of a blonde version of Amy. is this dracula 1980s version. the house is all cobwebs and old timey shit. dumbass getting screamed at by the cop for screaming about his neighbour being a vampire he’s got no evidence but just keeps screaming. you deserve to die like 0% self-preservation skills m8. is he racing home no to his friend’s house his weird friend who’s somewhat more mental than this dumbass - give him eight bucks to tell him how to protect himself from a vampire attack he’s listing off stereotypical shit but i doubt any of this will be legit they all like dangling those and scoffing at them. he’s nailing his window shut but hey guess who mum’s invited innnnnnnnnn ahahahahahahah lol oh damn who sits in a chair like that well hello bruce banner hot edition. hm his fingers look normal now. aahahhaha oh fuck he out here telling charlie he wouldnt have come to visit unless he had been invited and now that he had been he would be over whenever he liked. charlie the dumbass is not trying to hide how terrified he is out here backing away, eyes wide, shaking, Jerry the vampire just staring at him. 'see ya! soon.’ scrambling up the stairs - like just mayyyyybe you shouldn’t have immediately done all you can to piss off the guy you think is a vampire. cause now he’s on your roof. i can’t believe his name is Jerry. this is so 80s. this music man. who chills in a button up shirt all tucked in . is that a mouse? or the trees scratching oh shit jerry’s after the mum. or not. oh fuck there’s no reflection in the mirror and he just broke her door? oooop he’s in dumbass’ roommmm or is he - yep he was hiding in the closet???? is this a metaphor??? howdily hoodily. oh damn yeeted him into his closet. they’re not giving bruce banner very good camera angles. we’re only 30 minutes in and he and the vampire are chilling out, being held up by his throat - ohh broody vampire time. bruce no don’t throw him out the window that’s so obviousoh but damn there’s he’s gonna stake him with a pencil ahaha what oh fuck nosferatu time damn all because of a pencil fuck that is not sexy. he looks like a lord of the rings troll. they both look hella nervous that mum’s knocking on the door. he threatened to kill him, offered him a choice for them to forget each other, he said nah, he tried to kill him, he stabbed him with a pencil, then he roared all scary and buggered off. odd. now he’s just sat down and watched some–dracula ahaha he’s watching dracula? now he’s calling him up ahaha staring at him through the window calling him up on the phone. 'you started this - im gonna finish it!’ like calm down vampire man the boy is a dumbass. this is cheesy but like okay. he legit seems like a proper dumbass teenager kid all overexcited and dramatic and learning all he knows from TV oh damn he’s like a school shooter, wife beater kinda kid though. ahah shitting on friday the 13th calm down that’s a good movie. does this peter vincent actually believe in vampires cause this kid is hoping he does - he’s got those brown elbowed jacket how old is this high school aged kid. ejesus what the fuck is that moped holy shit. white sneakers that blue knitwear holy shit what the fuck what the fuck charlie dead eyes, monotone sitting in his bedroom he’s filled with religious paraphernalia, dozens of candles and stacks of wood he’s carving into stakes - his GF and friend come in like yo wtf m8 what is all this - he just shrugs and tells em he’s gonna go next door and stab the neighbour. um what the fuck jesus hes crazy he’s weird friend who can’t act thinks so too and eyy the peter vincent late night show is called 'Fright Night’ and the weird kid just said their situation is just like 'Fright Night’ and guess what this movie is called – this is pretty intense like how am I supposed to be taking this is it funny, is it dramatic? this kid looks like he’s gonna pass out he’s having some sort of episode. 'hey amy, you don’t believe me do you.’ 'i love you charlie.’ hm vincent knows whats up amy and weird kid go to see him to help their crazy friend and he’s like oh yeah that insane kid he needs a psychiatrist yo ahaha gets fired gets an eviction notice refuses to help the kids cause he’s very busy about to get rich she’s like i’ll pay you - how much he asks immediately - she tells him—i’ll take it, no hesitation ahaha we’re not even half in? oh damn vincent is in love with his acting i think his shows used to be a lot more popular and now he’s sad and fading and ey its bruce banner all bedraggled they literally called him up to ask if they could go over with dumbass and prove to him brucey boy is not a vampire he thinks its hilarious like damn just calling up vampires and shit i love it so casual like he’s just a neighbour not all heavy handed but needs a little less cheese but eh who can find a golden middle did he just eat a banana. holy hot damn her outfit - he’s outfit, holy shit vincent is here all in his role dressed as the vampire killer, performing for dumbass - damn the house does look appropriately spooky tho god this kid doesn’t shut up they all just wandering into the vampire’s house - Charlie gets a special greeting and here is ol mate all dramatic in a fucking turtleneck please kill me. he’s eating food again? whoop amy and bruce banner just had a moment she’s so pretty but her hair is so fukn eighties and now he’s kissing her hand and she’s giggling and biting her lip 'oh god, he’s neat!’ he didn’t drink that he totally used a tricky magic trick dunno how but he didn’t drink that. Charlie isn’t wrong - pulled out a cross and Bruce Banner jumped back and his jim carrey lackey stepped forward and Banner is threatening his friends like fuck off - 'so you’re finally convinced im not a vampire?’ *completely insincerely, through his teeth* 'yes.’ oh damn all was well then vincent saw he had no reflection - let’s call the police! broody vampire time oh damn found some glass from the mirror. lol that’s the creepiest alley 'pencil dick’ 'chicken shit’ nice. ahaha weird kid giving him shit 'fruitcake’ i hope he leaves him alone like surely its in his best interest to leave the guys who are convinced he’s not a vampire to live? the way he’s dragging amy around is pretty messed. it doesn’t make sense for the weird kid to die. like he doesn’t believe mate is a vampire. but now he will so? that trenchcoat is horrific the shoulders are like double his width he’s just slow walking toward him while weird kid is scrambling about tripping over rubbish but now he’s trappeeddddd #leaveweirdkidalone  oh damn nvm he’s bruce banner’s redfield and he’s going under the trenchcoat, pressed to banner’s chest. we’re only halfway through where is this all going. oh ahaha they’re doing the lets run as fast as we can and ol mate keeps strolling out in front of us and now they’re in a bar oh god now he’s calling the police. whoop oh damn weird kid’s a vampire ahahahahahahaha oh shit leather jacket fucked up hair jerky movements - oh damn just took a cross to the face - can still cry human tears sweating like crazy, yellow eyes, crosses fuck em up and out the window he go ahaha lol he’s calling the cops a fucking gain god he’s so rough with her now bruce banner s in the club god he’s really not that attractive like at all - he’s got a good brow and hair but that’s it. he’s not intimidating, he doesn’t stand out holy fuck that lady in red - the platinum blonde. just strolling closer and closer, left to right right to left and dumbass is just on the phone and Amy is like hell yeah licking her lips his lower jaw is like broken the way it moves. He didn’t have to touch her for her to stop she’s in a daze under his spell and he knows she can’t escape it, rubbing her hand on his ass lol what the fuck putting his on her’s oh he pulled back her collar and went to bite and she jerked back but not in a scared more like a fuck off now what you thinkin boii challenge eyes uh oh both of their collarbones are exposed and my god she’s tiny and making out with his chest and what the fuck oh just on her knees thought she was going down on him in the middle of the club dumbass is all upset that the girl he’s been dragging around and leading on and treating badly is chilling in the arms of a vampire who, if nothing else, is indeed more handsome than dumbass but at the same time he’s a vampire and I think Amy is in highschool so that makes her what?? oh fuck bruce banner killed the two black bouncers in front of the whole club now there’s chaooooos people screaming  amy and charlie separated in the crowd, bruce banner scoops her up 'AAAAMYYYY’ stretches a hand out dramatically toward her damn weird kid got weirder ahaha what is happening this is actually really great. god he’s whiny. it’s so good. people are fucking calling the police left right and now dumbass has finally figured they won’t believe him or help him. oh lil mate peter vincent is like a proper good actor where did they get him amongst these screaming children. 'amy is gonna die, me too probably’ lol this writing oh damn she wakes on a fur blanket in front of a fire in a white dress that permed hair is so fucked there’s paintings of pretty ladies all around and one of them is blonde amy and there he is with his shirt unbuttoned pants buckled up to the navel like damn, dark hair all ruffled - hs head is too big for his shoulders ew what is this kiss she’s shaking with fear, he is like almost crying for some reason and now she’s okay and taking her titties out and coming after him  and here’s some weird slow kissing and damn he bit her damn wouldn’t you fuck first? fkn charlie in his professor jacket snooping about in the shadows with a big ugly gold cross on that house is perfectly spooky holy shit peter scared the fuck outta me damn he got a box of 'props’ which will actually work, got a gun to take care of billy or whatever, his human buddy they wanna sneak in but the front door opened for them oh damn don’t let anything happen to peter he’s precious. it’s like reading a teen adventure story - good simple but memorable characters, good story with lots going on, not deep or thought-inducing just a fun time  now here’s bruce 'welcome to Fright Night’ all chill just standing there in like a priest’s shirt? no bruce leave vincent alone. oh what the fuck making a weird moaning noise as he backs away from the cross - #leavevincentalone oh fuck weird kid is terrifying  wtf now he’s a wolf demon wolf ruff ruff puppyy oh shit he stabbed the puppy and it yeeted over the banister hit the chandelier and holy fuck that is the worst puppeteering attempt or whatever the fuck they’re going for ever - its a plush toy twitching out and now ewwwww what the fuck is that i thought vampires were vampires not like weird wolf gremlin things - its slowly dying with this stake in it, all thin fingers, whines, and cries holy shit this is taking a while. vincent is crying and holy shit its just weird kid crying with a big table leg in him and now he’s dead holy shit and the cross mark healed and he’s naked. bruce is oh fuck Amy is a vampire —“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!’ the drama. can you imagine walking into someone’s house and there’s a naked dead kid with a table-leg through his chest on the foyer floor. the house is pouring out dry ice and green lazer lights and vincent is back my brave boy, with a table-leg and a box all ready to fight. dumbass is struggling to cry over his girl. AMy is turning, I think bruce is making her a coffin. what here we go - everything is as it was in the movies like all the stereotypical shit so now they’re gotta kill Bruce before sunrise so she doesn’t fully turn. monotone - 'stop or i’ll shoot. don’t force me to shoot’ *shoots billy boy in the fkn head* orange eyes man whats with the weird groans and noises when flinching back from the crosses looks like billy boy aint dead after all holy shit blood everywhere yeah just keep shooting im sure that will help oh damn he the terminator - nope he a zombie fuck run don’t ust holy shit he staked him i thought vincent was gonna die he’s dripping green slime he’s got the ebola what the fuck ohmygod ohmygodholyfuckjesus christchrist fuck my god. well that was terrifying. move aside indiana jones . peter ahahah 'eeehhh’ of bruce chillin outside the window. he uses like fifty different voices and accents 'show me how much you love me amy, kill them both. rraaaargghhhh! *elbows a fkn wall* oh damn at least her gross perm is gone. rarrrrgh! *nervous cross and slow back out of the door* jesus what the fuck his bottom jaw is even worse now he just fkn crashed through the pretty round window.  that jacket damn i hate it so much. oh damn is that the sun? looks like the night is done dumbass and he believes he believes and damn that’s a lot of clocks chiming 6am i think it’s 6am. im sorry what the fuck was that did he just get sniped wat the fuck its a gremlin bat oh my god with fangs and shit its scratching him up oh no it bit dumbass what a shame and ohh he burning in green flame in the light of the sun but he fucked off to the basement where he gone vincent’s cut is gone and dumbass doesn’t seem too worried about his bitten arm. whoop it’s amy all wild hair and long white dress orange eyes, smoky lids, big ass fangs and red lips oh damn what the fucking shit 'it’s not my fault you promised you wouldnt let him get me you promised’ she cries then spins around and its actual fear in his eyes as he screams at the sight of her heavily fanged mouth that reaches from one side of her face to the other jesus cchrist that mouth is terrifying i really am not a fan damn yikes man run ew oh no everyone is in trouble, he is hammering that shit fuck everyone is all kinds of messed up these vampires would have them killed in a second this whole sunlight thing is bull - just cause his face is in the light doesn’t mean you can’t get their legs lol come on the disco-balls are shining and ol mate finally decides to try use his outfit - peter closed his coffin and now he’s trapped i kinda want one of them to die oh damn nvm green flame he went shooting and flying back with the force of that sunlight i think he’s dead 'reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’ damn what the hell is that skeleton 'AAAAAAMYYYYY’ he cried as he died like what some stories need more depth beyond hey i got a picture of someone who looks exactly like you, imma bite you cause now we’re in love, hey kill your ex to prove you love me, i love you and now im dead . oh god worst part is amy’s hair is back in that perm how the fuck. 'we’ve been going in a circle! we’re right back where we started from’ is the opening to the next scene which is dumbass and amy making out in his room - that’s fkn sick, again 'Fright Night’ is back on with ol mate peter vincent. oh no peter vincent on about aliens wait what was that red eyes in the window is ol mate still alive perhaps ew amy deserves better  but hey what the fuck weird kid survived?? oh he removed the stake damn ahaha. what a movie that was a pretty fun time = 3.5/5

[blooming-violets]

Okay here we go. Strap in everyone. Spoilers ahead tho. 

Since I already read this, let’s do this part by part instead of a live reaction. 

Part one (the married couple):

Starts off beautiful, sweet, blissful 

Peter’s ring = perfection. Why does the idea of Peter in a wedding ring make me fucking wild? 

Tender shower moments. So sweet, so lovely

Then bam! The switch. I’m actually so happy I already read this because now the significance of her bruise, her placement of it, and his reaction is so important. The parallels between this scene and the last one with Gwen are so expertly done that I literally gasped when I made the connection. 

Basically, Lizzy is a writing god and we should all bow down to her.  

Part Two (Dr. V):

I love the idea of cutting in Peter’s therapy sessions with the story to help narrate his side of the story and get a look into his thoughts. 

If it was a tv show or a movie, I could hear his voice over start and then fade into the background as the flashback scene comes up.

His guilt for Gwen is still so strong. My favorite stories are one’s that still touch on Gwen and Peter’s relationship so you can see that she will always hold a heavy part of his life. I don’t think any amount of therapy could very truly rid Peter of the guilt he would feel when he thinks about her. 

And, of course, you write it so well. 

Part Three (10 Year flashback): 

I was so excited when I saw that you were doing a full on flashback. I couldn’t wait to see how you’ll write the little differences in Peter from the future vs past Peter. He’s already lost people and carries that weight with him but he hasn’t lost the one yet that will destroy him. Such an exciting little time frame to write in. 

The way you very subtly creep in the fact that someone has died and that it takes Peter a little while to actually figure that out/figure out who it was is great. 

His banter with Gwen is spot on, along with, the subtle sadness that she has about her. There’s a love for Peter there but also a heavy grief and an underlining anger at his ability to be late and forget things constantly. Then him cutting her off to compliment her is the most Peter of all Peterisms. 

Okay so learning who died: I had a general idea of who it would be because I vaguely know enough that this story is going to touch on the traumas in Peter’s past. So I figured it would be that man. I did not, however, know what his name would be. I googled him to see if that was an actual Spider-Man character and wtf. I had no idea that it’s part of Spidey lore that Peter was molested as a child?? That is insane. How did I not know this?? You’re a genius for slipping that in and I think you’re brilliant. 

This next whole scene of hearing the announcement praising Skip, mixed with Peter’s memory of the things he said to him during that moment, mixed with his rising panic...holy shit. My heart was beating so fast! My chest was aching. Everything hurt. Ugh. 

THEN the scene with Flash!!!!111!!1! Flash 100% was also molested by this man. I have no doubt in my mind. He was going to try and comfort Peter and relate him and check out to see if they experienced the same thing. And Peter freaked out on him instead. I can’t do this, Lizzy. You’re killing me. The “whatever, man” hurt so bad. It felt personal for some reason. It cut deep into my heart. 

Part Four (Gwen and the assembly):

The fact that everyone is praising this man, no one knows what he’s done, he’s treated as a hero, and Peter’s fucking girlfriend has to go up and say nice things about.......you’re a monster and I love it. 

And then thinking that Gwen is the one who has to go up and talk about grief since she lost her father...just rub some more salt in Peter’s wounds why don’t you. 

Part Five (Aunt May):

Then this poor motherfucker has to go home to find Aunt May crying over the man who molested her nephew (unknowingly, of course). He just had to try and watch the girl he loves talk highly about Skip, go back to the safety of his home, only to find his mother figure crying and mourning the loss of this asshole. 

Is this the “Let’s Break Katie” day? Because that’s how it’s turning out. 

“God, Ben just adored him,” she added, choking back a sob. “He’d be just heartbroken if he were still alive.” <<< this part. wtf. how can you cause so much beautiful, beautiful angst? iloveit

Part Six (Gwen and the shower):

This whole scene set me straight to the grave. 

Gwen being angry at him, Peter seducing her, Peter using sex as a coping mechanism, me over here just screaming into the sky 

The way that our reader character and Gwen are so different here is perfect. Peter seems to need a very specific way of handling his overwhelming emotions and our Reader just happens to fit nicely into the role that he needs. She needs to feel overpowered, he needs to feel powerful, together they fit like a puzzle piece. 

Seeing Peter lose control though was hard to read. Poor Gwen. She was like 18 and not ready for that. 

Peter hearing the echoes of his abuser while feeling Gwen squirm under him...jfc. 

In the shower with Peter biting hard down on her shoulder. Like I said, the parallel between this scene and the one in the beginning is true perfection. 

Part Seven (the sad little end): 

“I’m sorry,” he replied with a broken voice. “For everything.”

aaaand cue me crying

He is such a broken man. He’s carrying endless amount of guilt on his shoulders. I adore this story so much. I’m so invested. It’s now just part of tasm canon for me tbh. This is how his story ends. I won’t see any other way. 

Please do five parts! I don’t ever want it to end. It hurts in all the best ways possible. 

inner demons - pt 3 [tasm!peter x f!reader]

another side of the devil you know - 4 part series.

Chapter Summary: Peter can't escape his secrets or the scars left in their wake.

Words: 6.6k

Warnings: SERIOUS GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNINGS APPLY. 18+ ONLY. Dark! Themes TW including: dubcon/noncon via miscommunication), references to past SA of a minor, smut, vomiting, alcohol, blood, biting, overseas terrorist attack (bombing), references to Iraq War, uniformed service members killed in action, funerals, death, heavy angst, grieving/loss, soft!dom!peter, humiliation, language, violence, therapy, depression, panic attacks, Skip Westcott.

This may not be the story for you, regardless of age. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four.

The sound of running water stirred Peter from his sleep. Lying face down in your shared bed, his hand reached groggily for you, a grumble in his chest. His bleary, chocolate eyes creaked open, letting early sunlight in. The view of his hand came into focus, adorned with a titanium, channel-style wedding band featuring a unique, etched design that resembled a thin pattern of crossing lines - a spiderweb, some would say. He gazed at his ring, and his outstretched palm over your place on the mattress beside him, and his brow furrowed to realize that you weren’t next to him.

With a deep groan, he excavated himself from the bedsheets, his back aching as he pushed himself to his feet. 

When his eyes finally laid upon your form, it was behind a steamy shower curtain. He was taken aback by just your silhouette. Entranced by the ghost of you, he pictured the way the water fell across your bare skin, dripping over your curves. He must have let out a subconscious, satisfied hum, as your voice pulled him from his lustful daydreams.

“Is that my husband,” you asked aloud, the smirk audible in your voice, “or am I about to be ravished?”

Peter flashed a toothy grin, pushing himself off of the doorframe, and rid himself of his sleep clothes. “Can’t it be both?”

He yanked the shower curtain back and scurried inside, wrapping himself in the comfort of the hot water and of your embrace. You blissfully wrapped your arms around his neck as he pressed a chaste kiss to your blushing cheek, then peppered them along your jaw and lips. You hummed with pleasure feeling the hard planes of his muscles against your naked front. He held you tighter with each kiss; the water from the shower leaking through his lips did little to quell his thirst. His deviant hands slipped up the arc of your waist, brushing over your supple breasts. He used one hand to pull your jaw into a deeper kiss, the other lingering at your chest.

“Easy there, Romeo,” you giggled like a teenager as he nipped at your lip. “You can’t make me late for work again.” 

He groaned in protest as you took his hands and wrapped them firmly around the small of your back. His eyes rolled in anguish, mourning the missed opportunity, “Mmmphh—just call in today.”

You snorted at his adorable childish antics, “I’m already taking a half day.” You rolled your eyes, pulling him into an embrace as you sighed, I need to send that proposal before I leave or Lou will be up my ass again—”

“Lou can go to hell,” Peter muttered in your ear, knowing that ragging on your obnoxious boss would make you smile. “I’m the only one allowed near your ass.” He reached down and pinched your flesh just to make a point.

You overdramatically yelped with a puppy dog snarl, and he placed another kiss on your sultry lips.

“Trust me, once I hit ‘send’ I’m outta there,” you reassured him, running your hand through your wet hair. You pulled your head back into the shower stream, loosening your locks of any remaining product. “Then we’ve got the whole weekend together. To do whatever you want.” You twitched your nose and gave him a wink, a look that would be considered lewd if you didn’t look so cute doing it, he thought.

You sobered your silly expression a bit, adding with a warm gaze; your voice sincere, “After, of course. Whatever you feel up to.” A flash of sadness momentarily filled his molasses eyes. He blinked it away, pulling his gaze from you, before looking back up at you with a grateful, yet somber expression.

You turned away from him, rinsing your face. “Maybe we can try that new Empanada place—” 

“What the hell is that?” he cut you off with a sharp tone, slicing through the moment and making you snap your head around to face him. He grabbed hold of your upper arm urgently and pulled you closer to him. His brow was furrowed, his expression heavy with grave concern.

“What?” you replied, the alarmed look on his face draining the color from yours.

“That!” he said, nearly spitting out the word. You followed his eyeline to the back of your shoulder. A gnarly, yellowish-green bruise peeked out at you from behind your shoulder blade. 

“Oh,” you stated, simply, running your fingers over the bruise. His fingers were locked around your arm, preventing you from moving away. You looked up at his eyes, storm clouds forming in their blackness.

“Where did that come from?” His tone was sharp. Frustrated. Concerned.

You frowned, shaking your head. “I... I don’t remember?” You shifted your position to try to get a better look. He yanked you back.

“Who did that to you?” he snapped, his eyes flashing red. Outraged. Accusatory. 

You could see pulsing in the artery in his neck. The air between you shifted, like a raw nerve exposed. You met his gaze, stunned at the sudden outburst of unfounded vitriol. It was clear that Peter wasn’t there—not with you, not really. He was somewhere far away in a hostile environment fighting for survival, his knuckles bloody and his chest heaving. It was a bizarre Mr. Hyde moment; every muscle in his body was pulled taut. His eyes were wild. 

At first, the sound of his voice and the fire in his eyes made you flinch. You then narrowed your gaze defiantly in return. “Excuse me?”

He blinked several times as he stared at your firm expression. The alarm evaporated from his face. The amber hue returned to his eyes as he glanced back and forth between your incredulous look, to his hand, to the bruise, and to his feet. 

“I-I...” he stuttered, like he was waking up from a bad dream. He pried his fingers off of your arm and replaced his hand on your shoulder, lying it gently across your skin. “It-it looks painful,” he swallowed hard. “I just... How-how did you get it?”

You watched him pensively. He was unable to make eye contact with you, as Mr. Hyde retreated and a nervous boy was left in his wake. He furrowed his brow, his face and ears reddening with shame. “I just—I don’t like it when you’re hurt,” he grimaced, eying the bruise empathetically. 

His jaw locked up, head dropping, as his eyes fell back to the shower floor. His vulnerability softened your hard gaze. “Now you know how I feel,” you responded quietly. 

He looked up at you, remorsefully. A glimmer of humor returned to that dark gaze, a half-smile curving his lips. “I’m the one who’s supposed to get banged up, not you,” he sheepishly mumbled.

You watched him for several more moments until you could tell he was starting to squirm. You examined the bruise again. “I’m pretty sure this came from my valiant battle with that scratch on the floor next to the dining table,” you mentioned, after some thought. “I stood up too fast and caught a corner.”

He bit his lip, nodding his head, looking away. He tried to conceal his embarrassment as best he could. “Did you win?” he asked, bashful. There was an apology inherent in his tone.

“Not quite,” you responded with a half-shrug. “They’ll forever sing my praise in songs of my sacrifice.” The charm returned to your voice, and with that, the matter was dropped. 

Peter’s eyes wandered over the tile walls as he wrung his hands, fingers twitching. You slowly brought your hand to his lightly stubbled face, caressing him gently. He closed his eyes as he leaned into your touch. The warmth of your palm soaked through his skin, easing the tension in his body. 

When his eyes reopened, you were looking at him with sunlight in your gaze. He felt the rays shine down into his soul, the desolate flowers there flourishing in the light. “Today’s not supposed to be an easy day,” you crooned, reassuringly. You ran your hands up his arms, pulling him closer to an embrace. “And that’s okay.”

He nodded with a soft half-smile, the sting of tears pricking his eyes. He squeezed them shut and rested his forehead on yours. He took a long moment to breathe you in, your aura and the humid air soothing his nerves. 

Like a prayer—like a solemn vow that on days like that one, he would swear to renew with each sunrise—he whispered back, “I love you.”

THAT NIGHT

“Felt weird, y’know?” 

Spider-Man found himself with a surprising lack of words despite his chatty reputation. But in the current space, he was allowed to deviate from his perceived persona. And he was even more surprised at how badly he needed a space like that.

He was sprawled out awkwardly across Dr. V’s faux leather loveseat, which was quickly showing its age with cracks. He respectfully kept his boots off of the walls and his legs crossed at the ankle. The bobbing of his foot never went away.

He was surrounded by serene portraits of eucalyptus, ferns, and one orchid which was more green than white, which all paired nicely with the minty walls. Dr. V sat across from him, listening quietly. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve been there,” Peter said, staring up at the ceiling through his opaque lenses. Lost in thought, his voice dwindled, barely audible over the evening traffic echoing from the streets and the white noise machine blaring outside of her closed door. It didn’t matter that it was past 8:00 at night; the doctor was a stickler for protocol. 

“I’ve been there at least a hundred times before and this time, it felt… like, I don’t know, like it was weird.” he explained. “Like I didn’t know the place as much anymore.”

“How else would you describe it?” she questioned. “What emotions did you recognize?”

“Um… I don’t know. Alien? Unfamiliar?” He tapped the webbed fingers of his gloves over the Spider-Man emblem on his chest. “They’d cut down a couple trees since last time, maybe that was it.”

“What emotions did you feel?” Dr. V implored.

“Oh,” he replied, thinking more deeply. “Um... I guess… I felt surprised?” His statement abandoned its confidence midway through and his tone pitched up into a question. “I mean, it’s been... months. Things have been busy at the lab, but… I guess... I was surprised at how long it’s been. Just made me feel surprised, ‘s all.”

“Surprised?” she repeated for clarification. “At the time that’s passed since you last went?”

He swallowed hard, and she recognized the discomfort in his throat. “Yeah, I guess.” He added with a melancholy tone, “It’s like time got away from me.”

“Ten years is a long time,” she nodded with understanding. She waited, letting a silence fall between them.

“Guilty, I guess,” Peter admitted after some time. “I guess I felt guilty.”

She tilted her chin slightly, contemplating his admission. It was interesting, but par for the course for Spider-Man. 

“You’ve said many times you thought that Gwen would be happy for you if she could see you now,” she empathetically mentioned. The reverence with which she discussed the first love of Spider-Man’s life was not lost on him, even if she was missing some important details. Peter appreciated it. “She’d want you to spend a little more time on your present,” Dr. V reminded him of his own words. “A little less time in the past.”

He swallowed hard once again. She didn’t need to see his face to see the corners of his mouth turned down. Despite all of the healing and the happiness, her death left a scar that would never truly fade.

“It feels bad,” he explained, barely above a whisper. “Thinking of her as ‘the past.’”

“It shouldn’t,” the wiser woman stated simply. “Your past is just as important as your future. It made you who you are.”

A longer beat passed between them. She couldn’t see the expression on his face, but could hear the shadow in his voice. He sounded quiet. Defeated. Ashamed.

“I know,” he answered, sadly.

10 YEARS EARLIER

Peter’s skateboard skidded to a stop just outside of the gates of Midtown Science. He kicked the board up into his hands, catching it as he bounded towards the front of the school, ripping the corded earbuds blaring the latest from The Black Keys out of his ears. He glanced down in enough time to spot the gloves of his Spider suit still on. In a panic, he yanked them off, nearly dropping his skateboard as he struggled to conceal them into his Jansport pack.

A school bell rang and Peter groaned in defeat. He nearly tore the zipper trying to close the pack, his feet carrying him (late) towards his first class. He stopped short before he entered the building, a peculiar sight catching his attention.

In the distance of the manicured kelly green lawn, he spotted the school principal and two uniformed classmates standing at the base of the courtyard flagpole. Carefully, one of the two high school students wearing light blue and navy-combination uniforms with military insignia held a salute, while the other reverently lowered the American flag. They lowered it midway down the pole, leaving it to rest. The other student stepped back a few feet from the pole and joined his classmate in salute, both of them staring up at the blazing red, white, and blue colors flapping in the breeze.

Peter curled a brow at the scene. Before the school principal could turn his attention towards him, he quickly rushed inside. His converse squeaked as he bounded slightly above a normal person’s pace through the school hallway, past rows of lockers and classes already in session.

Without being inside any of the rooms he could tell something electric was in the air. His senses picked up on whispers and chatter. He could even pull a few words and repeated phrases as he scurried through the hallway towards homeroom. The energy flowing was laden with something thick. A stifling black cloud that hung over the campus.

By the time Peter reached the door of his class, his stomach was twisting in knots. He paused in the doorway, catching a glare from his teacher and the other students. He paid them no attention; they weren’t who he was looking for. 

His focus zeroed in on a pair of giant, warm, hazel-green eyes peeking out from a curtain of blonde silk seated at a desk in front of his empty one. His shoulders slumped a bit, his nerves calming at the sight of Gwen Stacy sitting safely near the front of the class. Her brow was furrowed with concern, while in contrast he felt a heavy weight lift off of him, even as his teacher notified him that he now had detention on Friday.

Peter nodded without a word and shuffled across the classroom to take his seat. It looked like he wasn’t interrupting very much, as the same, uncomfortable buzz that occupied the rest of the school also filled his homeroom. 

“So... I guess this means we’re putting a pin in pho on Friday?” Gwen sighed and whispered under her breath, not turning around to face her boyfriend as he slid into his seat behind her. 

“What? No, what? No pins,” Peter stuttered, his words tumbling over one another as his brain simultaneously worked on overdrive to assess his environment. “No pins in pho. Spoons. Or chopsticks, whatever you use. Pho is happening. It’s a yes. Always a yes—why would you pin that?”

“Because you have detention on Friday,” Gwen chided with a smirk. “Again.”

“No, don’t worry about that,” he shrugged as he shifted around in his seat. He pushed the thick frames of his glasses up on his nose, his eyes darting around the room. Gwen thought he sounded like an entire band loading in their equipment. She wondered how Spider-Man could possibly be so stealthy if her boyfriend was a mess.

“Who said I was worried?” she said covertly, her eyes glued to their teacher. “I’m not the one with detention—”

“Hey, you look really pretty today, did I say that?” he interrupted, his voice as sweet as honey. She rolled her eyes and failed to contain her blushing smirk, his breath warm on the nape of her neck. “You smell pretty too. Are you wearing that flower stuff? That... um, what’s it called?”

“Gardenia,” Gwen supplied, under her breath. 

“That’s it, that’s the one,” Peter said with an audible grin. “Didn’t I get you that? For your birthday?”

“Hmm,” Gwen puckered her lips, squinting her eyes as she fake-jogged her memory. “Nope.”

“I didn’t? I’m sure I did—”

“Nope,” she reassured him. “You didn’t.”

“I got you some perfume... I remember this, I got you... some kind of... scent, right?”

“Fish.”

“That’s it!—wait, what? Fish?”

“You got me dinner at that fish place on Lexington.”

“That’s right. I got you the dinner. We had the dinner.”

“We didn’t have the dinner yet, Peter. You got me a gift certificate. You canceled. Twice—”

“What?” he exclaimed. “No... We’re gonna go. We’re going this weekend.”

“Not on Friday, we’re not. Hey, don’t forget, we’re going over chem notes together tonight after dinner.”

“You still smell really pretty, that was—that was the point I was trying to make, I was trying to compliment you and... I like how you smell. It’s not like, y’know—At all.”

She pursed her lips, feeling heat rise up from her neck and blush her cheeks. She was grateful her back was turned towards Peter so he couldn’t relish in the pink hue that he always managed to paint her cheeks. Even if he could hear her heart flutter anyway.

“Mr. Parker,” their teacher chastised from the front, having called for silence a minute ago.

“Sorry,” Peter coughed, lifting a hand apologetically. He lowered his head, hiding behind Gwen, his eyes still scanning over the vitals of the rest of his class. “Hey,” he continued his conversation with Gwen more discreetly, although he didn’t silence the tapping of his pencil on his comp book. She grimaced as her chatterbox boyfriend asked, “Is something going on here today? Something’s... off. It’s like somebody died, or something.”

He didn’t miss the way her muscles locked up. She turned her head around, her eyes piercing. “Somebody did die,” she whispered with a grave tone, and quickly faced the front before the teacher could call her on it. 

Peter’s brows arched with concern. 

“It was a kid that used to go here a few years ago,” she discreetly explained. There was an unmistakable reverence in her tone, and for a moment Peter wondered if they knew the deceased personally. “He was in the Army,” she added. “Some kind of terrorist bombing in Iraq.”

His head tilted curiously. A loud beep over the PA system brought everything, including his teacher, to silence. 

“Good morning, Midtown Panthers, this is Principal Davis,” the masculine, tinny voice announced over the speakers. Normally, Peter and his classmates would have chortled and snickered at their principal’s awkward daily greeting—as if the same voice wired to the front office which gave morning announcements every single day would be anyone but Principal Davis. Did he really need to introduce himself every day? 

This morning, though, there were no laughs. 

“I have some unfortunate news to report,” the voice declared solemnly. You could hear a pin drop in Peter’s classroom, even without superpowers. “Some of you might have already heard that we lost one of our own this week. We are deeply saddened to hear of the tragic passing of one of Midtown High’s greatest players and beloved sons, First Lieutenant Steven Westcott.”

The pencil stopped tapping. 

“Steven was cherished by the faculty, coaches, and his classmates at Midtown. We remember him as a steward of this community, as well as a true leader... to his peers and to his team.”

The clock stopped ticking.

“Many of you know he helped bring our first state championship to Midtown High Basketball. Those of us that had the good fortune to know Steven always believed he had a bright future ahead of him. Little did we know what a hero he truly was…”

Peter stopped breathing. 

“Today at noon there will be a memorial service held in the courtyard, where we can come together and—”

He stopped hearing.

He couldn’t move. Not even if he wanted to. Not even if the school was attacked by a giant lizard, or Freddy Krueger riding in on a Tyrannosaurus Rex. A tornado could rip the school to shreds and Spider-Man would be motionless, carried away helplessly by the wind like seeds of a daffodil. Peter stayed still—

...just be still, stop squirming around for once...

—so still he couldn’t tell that he had started breathing again.

...just breathe through your nose, that’s all you gotta do...

Time wasn’t frozen, just moving so painfully slow.

... just relax and quit spazzing out and it won’t hurt so bad, I promise...

Sweat was beading down his back. He was aware of this fact, but he couldn’t feel the perspiration. His skin was numb.

...just relax, Pete, just like that...

Peter shot up out of his seat like he was struck by lightning. It was a miracle that he hadn’t outed himself right then by sticking to the ceiling like a cartoon cat. His chest was tight, and everyone’s eyes were on him, and he couldn’t move but he needed to run. To outrun. He needed to throw up.

He made it into a stall in the boys’ bathroom just in time for his stomach to turn inside out.

When the deed was done, he hit the flush handle of the toilet and leaned back on the partition wall in exhaustion. His face and chest were covered in sweat. Tears pricked his eyes. Boiling acid burned the lining of his stomach and throat.

But at least he could breathe again. His legs were jelly underneath him as he struggled to steady himself. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, gazing up at the old stained tiles of the bathroom ceiling.

“Parker...?” he heard a masculine voice echo through the bathroom. He froze again, not having noticed he wasn’t alone anymore. The realization threatened to send him into another panic—if he couldn’t rely on his goddamn Spider senses then what could he rely on?—but he fought to keep those feelings at bay.

“Pete, you in here?” the voice repeated, and now he recognized the source. Flash Thompson stood near the doorway, probably a foot from the wall and a sink basin based on the echo patterns. He shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. Peter could hear his heart rate was slightly elevated, no doubt some sort of empathetic response to hearing someone else puke their guts out. 

“You alive?”

Peter huffed, groaning curtly. “What is it, Flash?”

Several seconds of silence passed. Peter could hear more shuffling. He could hear Flash’s chewed fingernails scratch at his scalp. Through the stench of bleach and piss in the washroom, he smelled the anxiety coming from his classmate’s body and out of his gym shoes.

“Nothin’,” Flash shrugged after the awkward pause. “Just... wonderin’ if you need somethin’, is all...”

The boys had known each other since the sixth grade. Flash had issues. Everyone knew about them. His dad was a drunk, and the boy struggled to hide his dyslexia his whole life. 

He came to Peter at the start of senior year and asked him for tutoring when Gwen’s schedule got busier, a feat which took an enormous amount of gall. Or bravery, as Gwen put it. Despite his reservations, Peter didn’t take the show of trust lightly. It was safe to say they now respected each other. For all of Flash’s faults and their tumultuous history together, he was a good guy at heart. 

But in that moment, Peter couldn’t give a fuck. 

He glared at the graffitied partition wall, setting his jaw firmly. The words left his mouth before he could think of them. “What could I possibly need from you?” Peter bit back. 

The sting of the words cut through the thick air. He could hear Flash’s breath catch, like he’d been slapped in the face. 

Guy was probably used to that, Peter thought guiltily. 

“Whatever, man,” Flash grumbled with a defensive tone. Before Peter could open his mouth to apologize, he was alone again. 

The assembly went on as scheduled. Most of the faculty was in attendance, as well as the entire basketball team and just about every student in athletics. 

Gwen was also there, having been asked to read some heartfelt passage about true heroism. She agreed, embracing her role as a student body leader, as Valedictorian, and unfortunately—as the daughter of a slain New York City police captain. She ought to get used to making speeches like that, she once told Peter. With dismay, Gwen recognized that her name would always be associated with grief.

She had asked if Peter was okay after he disappeared in homeroom. She had been on edge all morning, assuming his Spidey senses must have gone off and alerted him to some big threat nearby. He told her cryptically that it was taken care of. She informed him that he now had detention every day next week.

Gwen also asked if Peter was going to the memorial assembly. It would have been nice to see a friendly face in the crowd as she talked to her classmates about loss, she admitted. He assured her that he would be there.

Two minutes into the assembly, as soon as the first chair trumpet began to play “Taps,” Peter was out.

He spent the rest of the afternoon in his bed, earbuds blaring, his eyes squeezed shut under the glow of his bedside lamp. The sun had set once he found the strength to leave his room, his Jansport pack slung over his shoulder. 

“Peter, can you believe the news?” May’s voice stopped him in the foyer, his hand on the doorknob. He flinched at the brokenness of her timbre, the sound of someone who’d been crying out old memories. Reluctantly, he decided not to pretend he hadn't heard her. He could ignore a lot of pain, but he couldn’t stand the sound of his Aunt May in tears.

May sat in their modest and crowded kitchen, posted up on a barstool as she remained transfixed over the small kitchen TV. Peter noted that while she wasn’t much of a drinker, she’d poured herself a hefty glassful of a cheap red blend. The remaining half of the bottle sat in front of her; the cork was nowhere to be found.

“This is just awful,” May tearfully exclaimed. The news was on. The chyron provided details: CAR BOMB KILLS 4 U.S. ARMY SOLDIERS, LOCAL HERO AMONG THE DEAD. But Peter knew the context of the news report by the distraught look on May’s face.

“It’s been years since I’ve seen him,” May reminisced. “I can’t believe how much time got away from us. You weren’t even in high school yet when he moved in next door. I remember when he told us he was going into the Army.” 

She sniffed, using her sleeve to wipe away teardrops that invaded the deep wrinkles of her skin. She looked so much older tonight, Peter noticed—the weight of battling exhaustion, and bill collectors, and a nursing program, and loneliness, and an uncertain future, and time itself taking its toll.

“I can’t believe he’s…Ugh, I’ve got to call Annette, I’m sure I still have her number somewhere…” May babbled with concern for her former next door neighbor, wiping her nose with a damp tissue. “This is just— God bless. I can’t imagine what she’s going through—I need eggs. I should make her a casserole...” 

The television set displayed still images now. Peter watched them and was transfixed, fading in and out in dull fashion as if they were thrown together with iMovie. The deceased posing for an official portrait in dress blues. A candid of the deceased in a sand-colored, digitally-camouflage combat uniform, his callsign embroidered on his helmet: ‘SKIP.’ Finally, a sports action photo of the deceased on the basketball court wearing a Midtown High jersey, moments away from sinking a clean 3-point shot.

The last photo had something rising in his throat. Bile. Rage. Anguish. Tears. He didn’t know. He looked just the way Peter had remembered. That handsome face, now forever encapsulated within a photo frame, frozen in time. Lodged in his memories like a splinter.

“You two were so close for a while,” May lamented, sniffing as she poured herself another glass. “We also need milk, we’re almost out.”

The last time he’d seen her drink that much was after—

“God, Ben just adored him,” she added, choking back a sob. “He’d be just heartbroken if he were still alive.”

She jumped as the front door slammed, nearly shattering the glass in Peter’s wake.

Gwen stirred awake to the frantic sound of tapping at her bedroom window. She glanced over with bleary eyes towards the source, and saw a blurry red-and-blue figure on her fire escape. He peeked through the window, waving at her. He could see she was awake, and she hoped that he could see the scowl on her face.

Apparently he didn’t take the hint when she locked her window. Gwen let out a long, exasperated sigh as she stared at the ceiling. Peter tapped gently once again, and she gritted her teeth, throwing the covers off.

She stomped to the window, letting her boyfriend inside. She had a mouthful of words ready for him, but lacked the energy to unleash her full wrath. He looked tired as well, but he was more in a state of being wired while exhausted. Like he was pulling another all-nighter running on Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and Monster Energy Drink.

“Hi, hi… thank you, you locked your window? Why did you lock your window? You should really close your curtains at night—”

“It’s late, Peter,” Gwen growled, not masking her annoyance.

“Yes, I know, but you invited me over—”

“You’re late, Peter! Like eight hours late!” she whispered harshly.

“I know, I know, but there’s a disturbance—”

“And you didn’t text me!”

“—these carjacker guys stole somebody’s car—”

“You ignored all of my texts! We talked about this! You can’t just do that!”

“—and by the time I caught up they were rollin’ into some kinda warehouse by the docks, and inside there were tons of guys—”

“I must be the only idiot in New York who has to check the news every time her boyfriend ghosts her—!”

“I did not; I didn’t ghost you, I was—I was gonna text you back, but I thought these guys were stripping cars for parts but they were actually hiding drugs inside—”

“Jesus, Peter, you’re covered in blood!” she hissed, her eyes widening at the red staining her fingertips. 

He paused, finally breaking his one-sided, stream-of-consciousness conversation, staring at her hands in shock. 

“Lead with that next time!” she grumbled as she spun towards her nightstand where she kept the first-aid supplies.

Peter grabbed her arm, a bit too hard, pulling her back. “No, leave them, it’s fine—” He was sweating, but she didn’t know it was from more than the exertion of web-swinging.

“And have you bleed all over my rug again?” she scoffed. “No, thank you.”

“No, Gwen, I’m fine, I just—” His hand gripped her upper arm tighter and innately reeled her into his grasp. “It’s fine, I just need to clean up…”

She shook her head, trying to keep her resolve firm even as her eyes scaled up the mountains and valleys of her boyfriend’s muscles. Peter’s eyes were darker, the warm amber melting into a pool of dark chocolate that she could easily drown herself in if she stared too long. His fingers were searching for her, his ruby lips parted slightly, as he dragged her deeper into his depths.

She was distracted again, she realized. Her mouth had gone dry. So she did the only thing she could do. 

“The majority of casualties during the Civil War were due to infection,” Gwen replied, with an audible gulp. “Not due to—”

“Actual injury,” Peter nodded, his lips brushing against hers. “That’s fascinating, tell me more about it.” He peppered breathless kisses along her jaw, each one sucking a bit deeper into her flesh.

“Well,” she breathed heavily, failing to subtly squeeze her thighs together, “battlefield medicine hadn’t progressed enough and….” His hands crept up her nightshirt, prickling her skin and causing goose flesh to form on her back. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her balance swaying in his arms. “…the-the, um, use of heavier ar-artillery and firepower meant they—oh— um, ha-had to amputate more—”

Peter licked a stripe up her throat and she forgot what war she was talking about. She leaned back in his arms, moaning softly, as he laid siege to her chest, capturing her weight in his grip. 

“I just need a shower,” he mumbled into her skin, his hands running down her waist. His reach gripped her hips, traveled over her rear, and lifted her up further into his hold. “And I need you. In there with me.”

She tilted her head to allow for better access as she contemplated where this affection was going to lead. Thanks to her mother’s new nightly regimen of Ambien and Chardonnay, they were unlikely to be disturbed. And her siblings were heavy sleepers. Gwen was still risk-averse when it came to sex under the same roof as her parents. But less so after it became a singular factor.

Still. It was late, and a school night, and—

Peter slipped under the hem of her sleep shorts, his fingers prodding at the core of her soaked panties. He whispered in the shell of her ear, voice dripping with temptation, “Let me make it up to you… Please…”

And that’s all it took for her inhibitions to vanish. 

Water rushing from the shower head muffled most of the quiet, whispered gasps and moans coming from the hallway bathroom. She hoped her siblings wouldn’t question why she was taking a shower at 3am. 

Something was different about Peter, she recognized immediately. He was bold in a way that she’d only seen while he was wearing the mask. He was usually passionate, but this night he was particularly needy. A selfish generosity. Gifts that at times felt like little mocking curses upon her dominant strength, poise, and independence. 

His tongue and touch roamed over her face, hips, breasts, thighs, and finally to her aching core. He didn’t slow down or seem to care when her gasps and pleas became a little too loud for her comfort. She reached up to cup her own mouth to keep quiet, only to have him snatch her hand away and pin both wrists to the walls of her shower. He wanted to hear her. He wanted everyone in the building to hear her. He wanted her to get off on the fear of relinquishing her control.

He was driven, like he was on a conquest. His touch was a wildfire, and it scorched her as he buried himself in the inferno between her thighs. He dominated her mercilessly, focused on the heat of her tiny whimpers in his ear and the burn of little scratches on his shoulders and back. 

He wanted to consume her. He wanted her subjugation. He wanted to take the smartest girl in his school, his only true academic rival—the number one to his number two—and fuck her stupid. 

And it was working. She hadn’t even noticed the blood soaking his suit wasn’t his.

And it was those ghastly images he had painted on the insides of his eyes—twisted and mangled bodies, bent into shapes no human form should take—as he chased his release. Crimson ink dripped down and drenched him with memories as he rammed into her, his nose filling with the smell of copper. 

No webbing and no cutesy handwritten notes would be found at the scene when the carnage was uncovered. That thought alone filled him with a rush. A thrill that only hardened his cock more. No one would know about the violence Spider-Man unleashed on the gang of drug runners—

—no one has to know, it’s just this one time, it’ll be our secret—

—and if anyone had their wits about them enough to remember and talk, no one would believe it. Peter could barely believe it himself. He couldn’t really remember it. One moment he was seeing red, and the next minute he was standing in a puddle of it.

That was clever, he mused. Morbidly funny. 

He was close. He bit down on the flesh of his girlfriend’s shoulder to stifle a groan, that was sure to come out more like a laugh. An elated, unhinged laugh fueled with unapologetic power. He was so close, if only she’d stop squirming—

—what’d I say about movin’ around so much, it won’t hurt so bad if you just stop—

“Peter, stop!” Gwen’s panicked voice shattered through his thoughts, and his body turned to ice.

He blinked the fog from his eyes to see his fingers gripping the back of her wet mop of cornsilk hair, her cheek red from having been shoved into the tile wall. She was gasping for breath, hissing curse words at him, and shoving him off her backside. His eyes widened in shock as he spotted an angry, purpling bite mark on her back, near her shoulder blade.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” she snapped with an acidic tone of voice he’d never heard from her before. She spun around and faced him. “Didn’t you fucking hear me when I said ‘stop’?”

Her expression was livid. Disgusted. Betrayed. 

Peter was dizzy, but not from lust. In fact, he was limp. The steaming shower felt cold all of a sudden. It pounded on him like freezing rain and sleet, but he still felt a rise of boiling hot sickness crawl up his throat.

“I—” He mumbled groggily. He couldn’t figure out how to work his vocal cords. “I-I’m so—” His tiny voice fell off a cliff. He gazed at her with wide, horrified eyes, tears forming there concealed in the shower stream. He swallowed his tongue. Panic was rising beneath his skin. 

And then he bolted. Sopping wet and stark naked, snatching up his bloodied suit as he rushed out. He dripped blood on the bathroom floor, and on the bedroom rug, as Gwen later discovered when she entered her room to find nothing but an empty open window.

She didn’t bring it up with him. They didn’t speak a word to each other about that night. 

And they never would.

Because Peter would spend the next week in detention. And he’d be grounded for staying out all night and scaring May—regardless of whether he had eggs with him when he reappeared. And soon after he’d be a high school graduate, and he would miss her big speech, and Peter would break up with her again. For the final time.

And he never spoke about any of it until he was on that broken leather loveseat, musing over how time got away from him.

“What would you have told her,” Dr. V asked, “if you had gotten a chance to talk about what happened that night?”

Peter stared up at the ceiling on the tenth anniversary of Gwen’s death. His mask was soaked with tears; he wept with shame.

“I’m sorry,” he replied with a broken voice. “For everything.”

To be continued...

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you asked for it m’dude

you FREAKING ASKED FOR IT

and i assume that at this point you dont care about awakening support spoilers

In general like her archetype of character, a seemingly fragile quirky character that can go insane/berserk, an example is A.B.A. from guilty gear, i love it so much that my first ever original character that i made is this archetype

I really like her backstory, not like in the sense that i relate, but like in the sense that is very interesting, having a shitty shitty parent that did experiments on her, she ends up being a guinea pig for hexes of her mother, and becomes very shy, very jumpy and she talks very softly and with kind of a broken voice, her mother ends up giving her a talisman that is supposed to be hexed so that noire can draw strenght from it so it will protect her, talisman is just a placebo thats just there for noire to vent up her frustrations, she starts yelling, laughing and becomes way more aggressive, it is not a happy story, when you see noire for the first time she has already gone through so much, that the very fact that she is there to fight still is kind of remarkable, she is so determined that a lot of the supports she has with other ppl usually are impressed by her will power alone, she comes to the army broken, sad and scared, like most of the kid generation to be fair, their world pretty much was destroyed, but she along with the others is so set in making things right that her fears and worries are not gonna stop her, in short terms, she is like actually the strongest and most incredible of the kids that went back in time

I touched on her personallity a bit but she is really cool, even tho she is kinda quiet and doesnt usually involves herself with others, she cares about every single person she interacts with and is ready to help and protect anybody at any time, the best example is the support with pannes kid, dude is as much as a scaredy cat as her and their support starts by her doing him a favor, no questions ask and no hesitation, followed by him being inspired by her conviction of making things right and overcoming her fears, so much so that he stops hiding all together, and that support also shows that she is smart as to when to snap and become all violent and shit and when to keep calm and make ppl listen to her, she has weaponized both her cuteness and her aggresive nature

She is a way bigger human than me, if my mother experimented on me to the point of me becoming her guinea pig, i wouldve been like, lol fuck you never talk to me again, as strong as blood bonds are, i am not one to take shit and expect to make peace later, she on the other hand wants to make amends, and even tho the tharja she makes ameds with is not her mother, she wants to avoid her to be repeated by the mistakes of her parents i think that is so cool too, she is incredible

I just love all the little details of her supports about just being so inspiring to the ppl she talks to and her determination being contageous while never hiding her fears, worries and hesitation, she pushes forward despite her being scared, broken and sad, while other ppl have to be pushed to the point where they will actually say how they feel, i like how honest and direct she is, and i also really love how if she gets frustrated with someone being blatantly lying or being dense as fuck she will just snap and yell the truth out of them or really clearly explain her point so then she can help them get better or help them realize something abuot them, her berserk form is kind of a last resourse in this regard but its super funny and endearing when she just looses patience and tell them in ther faces how it is

But enough about her backstory lets go to gameplay!

she has *the* coolest passive ability, vengance, when you get hit you do your damage, plus the damage you where dealt at i think the luck stat x 2? one of the stats x 2, not only you can level up that stat really easily, she levels it up a lot naturally  and you end up getting vengance like 80% of the attacks if not all of them, she is a fucking killing machine its amazing, she is a bit of a glass cannon tho so be careful when using her, but i ended up using her so much that she started to just take like hits that where just around 20% of her health and subsequently dealing one hit kills, and since she is an archer, she can learn the one hit kill skill that is i believe the same stat as the vengance one, so since she already levels it up so fast naturaly she either does a one shot critical, she does a straight up critical hit that will murder fools straight up OR she will deal damage BACK that destroys ppl, SHE. IS. INCREDIBLE

 She is very resistance heavy and in the tail end missions of awakening you are usually getting bombarded by wizards not only is that helpful, they usually attack her bcus she has the least ammount of health so you can just go destroying magical fools left and right, and this is like, just vanilla noire, the first time i played awakening, gregor (a mercenary) was the parent she inherited a skill from, i made her a mercenary after getting said vengance and one hit kill chance, she gained sol, so when she did some insane damage she cured herself up to full health, proceeding to just freaking MURDER, i went with pretty much just her alone in one of the hollow boxes thingies and she just destroyed the whole map by herself taking like 3 damage total, when gaius was her father in my 2nd or 3rd playthru, she had the vengance stat to 50% so her vengance triggered EVERY SINGLE TIME plus the one hit kill skill she was the deadliest unit i had but she kept her glass cannon-ess trait so i had a healer next to her all the time, that being said tho she was my go to, oh shit this unit is super tanky, les go girl 1 shot it, and she did 100% of the time, and the 3RD TIME (or 2nd, i dunno) Libra was her dad, so i ended up making her a sorcerer, and needless to say, i think she ended up getting less vengance triggers but her magic power alone was dropping any fool that decided to wear metal armor that day and not go prepared for the biggest magic damage in human history

I really cant stress this enough

SHE.IS. A. GOD. DAMN. MONSTER. I. LOVE. HER. SO. MUCH. 

Also needless to say, in one of my 3 playthrus, i just went straight up to grimma with her, she got hit to 1 hp left, did the vengance and got grimma herself to freaking 5 hp left GRIMMA, THE FINAL BOSS, THE finall boss that you usually have to use a falchion to do significant damge, she is the hero we need and deserve.

AND TO TOP IT ALL OF, HER MANIACAL LAUGH IS THE CUTEST SHIT IN THE UNIVERSE SHE LAUGHS LIKE A TRUE DISNEY VILLAN AND DOES THE MOST ADORABLE SQUEAL AT THE END OF IT HOLY SHIT, i played the game in english so maybe its just in the english version BUT DAMN DID THE VA FUCKING NAILED IT its like, so perfect how she goes from insane laughter to with that little little hint of her broken meekly voice, BOY HOWDY i fell in love then and there the first time i heard it, best part, she triggered a skill/got a critical hit so often that i hear BLOOD AND THUNDER!! and her laugh SO MUCH, AND IT NEVER GOT OLD I was allways allways aaaaallways all giddy bcus i love it so much, i have 3 critical triggers that i love with my whole heart in awakening, 1 is noires laugh, 2 is noire yelling blood and thunder and 3 is frederick saying “pick a god and pray” bcus hot damn all of them just give me goose bumps, also continuing in voice lines trends

HER VOICE ACTRESS IS SO GOOD i cannot even begin to think about a better job to do this kind of character her passive voice is so quiet, scared and broken and her aggressive one is SO aggressive there is no inbetween its either 100% or 1% volume and crazyness its incredible, her passive voice is like she is constantly in the brink of tears just by talking, and her aggressive one is in the brink of snapping your spine in half mortal combat style and going back to the archetype i like THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT DUDE, THIS IS THE PINICLE OF SHY GIRL THAT GOES INSANE VOICE

If you thought i was done gushing about her IM JUST BEGINNING, lets move to her overall design shall we?

comming off of the voice actress incredible job, her whole demeanor compliments her voice so well, its one of those designs that you just cant see it any other way (even tho i do some changes to it all the time xD) i just cant imagine her having that voice and *not* looking like that you know? she looks straight up incredible (i could maybe use actual breastplate rather than a boob window with a leather support underneath but hey, i guess nothing is perfect)

Her official art of her drawing back her bow but the arrow being all badly placed and shit is objectively the most adorable picture in the world

The tones of green they used for her are really cool i grew in a place with a lot of trees and i really find them soothing, her whole forest green design just kills me and compliment her browns of belt and leather so well, the diamond pattern is also rul cute rather than the boring line pattern virion has, complimenting her whole deal of her being as beautiful and precious as a diamond

The armor she has on her arm looks so good, and so contrasting to the whole outfit i think its really funny but really badass at the same time, why is she wearing a full on knight arm armor? i have no clue but. i. love. it. she is such a powerful unit that she just needs one arm to defend against scrubs aka all enemy units including grimma itself

HER SQUIGGLY EYEBROWS HOLY SHIT

THE CUTE ROBIN HOOD ASS FEATHER SHE HAS ON HER HEAD, THE HEADBAND, THE FREAKING GOLD HEADBAND DEAR LORD

HER

POOFY 

PANTS 

ARE 

SO 

CUTE

I also really really like how she has like 5 leather belts that go from the belt to her high boots, its real unnecessary and you would think goofy as hell but it ENHANCES the poofy pants so good, now it looks liek a renissance striped poofy pants and i am a sucker for renissance clothing, also, imagine her doing flips and twirls with those, they are gonna follow her flow like a god damn princess dress and god dammit she deserves it bcus she IS A BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS 100/10 pants/belt combo, she also has the slickest quiver ever for her arrows, which she hangs on her waist and looks rul cute

HER BOOTS are the best boots in gaming, souper cute, super stylish and really cool looking i just love how tall and chunky they are, they are almost wider than her feet, top notch, the little hole pattern on them give them extra stylish points, they are very basic brown, which just goes to show, if you have a good premisse you can slack on some departments and still look cooler than most of the competition, the little beighe frills on the top of it just puts it all together, incredible, amazing, fantastic i would go on a date with those boots and give em smooches

Im a fan of short hair, i am also a fan of puffy hair and above all i am a FAN of poofy short hair, and she has both, excecuted to perfection, her little long hairs on the side to compliment her messy back, it looks incredible, the braided pattern on the top of her head that just SHOWS how much she cares about her cute hair and with reason bcus its the cutest hair ever, 1k/10 extremely kissable forehead to show love and support when words and praise are not enough, will make you think that she deserves an award for greatest person alive or something, so beautiful it will bring you to tears, so beautiful that will make any dark day a bit brighter, so cute that it surpasses any fuzzy animal on the planet, SO BRIGHT AND GORGEOUS THAT IT WILL BURN YOUR EYES, you get my point by now yes?

her poses of nervousness are cute as hell, makes you want to be there to support her in any way you can, but then you realise that you are looking in a mirror and that not only you see that you also need love and support, but you realize that you can give it, it makes you wanna be a better person, and make everyone around you grow with you, its a mirror into your best self, it will bring you to tears and want to ask for forgiveness to anything wrong you have done in your life

You know how sometimes too much of stuff that you like will sometimes not mix well and end up ruining something in the process? not this time m’dude 

every

single

piece

flows and fits so well with every other composing a beautiful song named Noire, a song so beautiful, amazing, incredible, outstanding and mind blowing that i dont think there will ever be a shining light as bright as this in the whole time i have the privilege of walking on this little dot in the universe that we call earth

so when i say that i like everything about Noire i am NOT joking, i love this character to death, and even  if i wrote this thread with a narrative of me starting really tame and gradually getting overly excited to talk about something that i really love culminating in some ridiculous shit, i really do love this character and i wish to write/design a character this appealing someday a character that seems pretty one note and simple but ends up rooting its way into your heart

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okay I’m STILL not done the book yet because #life(tm) but some follow up reactions

The entire scene where Calypso and Apollo were trying to escape on the slow kiddy train at the Zoo had me in stitches holy shit

Apollo frantically hitting the gas and Calypso is just leisurely walking next to it while glaring at him??? And the guards? omfg I was dying

Meg’s entrance was dramatic and awesome good for her

Why the fuck is this 12 year old so good at sword fighting she can keep up with one of the deadliest swordfighters of the ancient world(tm)

When Lit threatened Leo and Calypso essentially morphed into the knife emoji on spot. A plus.

I mean I’m just saying: I feel like a pregnant griffin isn’t more important than helping a tortured seven year old girl. But I still love Britomartis so I guess it’s whatever

I love how Lit was going on like he has a score to settle with Leo because ‘he and his friends’ fucked him up in Oklahoma but like....Leo didn’t contribute to that at all like Jason literally did everything during that fight??? That was kinda like important to Jason’s development and shit??? Leo and Piper were golden statues and Hedge was outside eating grass??? Shouldn’t Lit’s anger be focused on Jason??? lol

Idk I just found it funny (I want to see Jason Grace again)

Calypso managing to shove out some magic yeah girl!!!!

MEG AND APOLLO HUGGING EACH OTHER FOR DEAR LIFE WHILE SOBBING: MY ENTIRE AESTHETIC

Leo meeting Meg was way too fucking funny omfg “so I understand you can like...control him?” and when Apollo tried denying it she makes him slap himself??? 😂

How did we fucking segue from lighthearted banter directly into Apollo having a vivid flashback of the time he had to murder the love of his life with his bare hands

Like I??? Was sobbing??? So hard???? Because a batshit insane Roman empire was getting killed by someone who loved him bc it was necessary for the world and the lover couldn’t stand to see anyone else hurt him??? Fuck me???? Rick Riordan ain’t real

“I couldn’t bare to look into the water without seeing my beloved’s betrayed face starring back” or whatever the fuck the line was but FUCK

Jo was a teenage girl crossdressing to fuck around with gangsters in the 1920′s before Artemis found her and honestly??? Goals

Also the scene where she was helping Apollo after his flashback was very sweet

Can’t believe the nerd spent like six hours playing soothing music just to get a griffin to lay an egg

Leo and Calypso better be whispering amongst themselves what I think they’re whispering

Leo seems a lot more...subdued than usual in this book? I don’t know if that’s just because we aren’t reading from his POV, or if it’s like a “I literally died and came back and then spent six months getting attacked every single day while trying to find home and now I’m stuck on another dangerous quest I’m fucking stressed” type thing, or if it could be from the relationship problems he’s having with Calypso, but either way he seems a little off and I’m worried about him

The Dread Pirate Valdez...leave.

How was that joke never made once on the Argo tho??? lol

The speed at which Leo seems to have emotionally adopted Meg is astounding and also #relatable

Meg’s far from my favorite character tbh but like??? I will probably punch everyone who’s ever frowned in her general direction in the face. Holy shit give this kid a break

She thinks Nero is scared of the mystery third emperor on the West Coast??? So....Caligula, probably? Laying my bets down on him now

“I triggered the First Law of Percy Jackson” I had to put the book down bc I was laughing so hard I think that lines gonna end up on my gravestone or as the afterword in my autobiography omfg

“I’ve always had a phobia of snakes, especially if you included my step-mother Hera. BOOM!” I choked.

I like that half the time Apollo is able to figure out what to do to win because he has a general understanding of science

Like he knew his burst of godly voice power would only help so much, but he also knew if he stood in the right spot and yelled in the right frequency it would reverberate and knock over the bricks and shit??? NICE

How long were these kids wadding through a sewer how do none of them have hypothermia

Leo: *sets himself on fire* “Gather round, children.”

Like first off someone saying ‘gather round children’ is always going to make me laugh for some reason that’s just a fact but human torching it up really added to the effect lmao

Like okay I understand the set up of the room so that no one would look in the canal and see them but like...how the fuck did no one realize they were there that just felt too easy I’m sorry

Chia Girl

When they found the prisoners was horrifying omfg???

The two fucked up boys on a hunger strike???

“...Hunter the Hunter?” “Yeah, I’ve never heard that before.”

Tall, Dark and Jamie.

Apollo babe you’re on a rescue mission with a time crunch please you can check out Jamie later holy shit

Georgie made me wanna cry get her back to her Combat Moms immediately

The entire sequence of Apollo getting the door open: S C I E N C E  B I T C H

“Lemme just fill up some syringes with ammonia just in case”

Alright I’ll admit when Meg started insisting she had a feeling they needed to go through the door: I was really worried she was about to double cross him.

Glad I was wrong but tbh that whole arena dress rehearsal bullshit was STRESSFULL

S T R E S S F U L L

First of all: Apollo’s out here constantly complaining about his puny mortal body but manages to fight and climb and run with a heavy ass chair strapped to his back: okay,

Second of all: why did no one warn me about Livia the elephant I was on the verge of tears every time he mentioned her

Third of all: Monsters, ostriches, race cars, basketballs, football, human mercenaries, animals, like...what even the fuck else SO MUCH WAS GOING ON I would’ve died in ten seconds flat???

Fourth of all: let’s just SET THE FUCKING GRAIN SPIRIT ON FIRE WHY THE FUCK NOT. HOW DID MEG EVEN MANAGE TO GET HIM DOWN. HOW DID APOLLO AND LIVIA MANAGE TO CRASH COMMODUS’ CAR TO THAT DEGREE AND HE NOT ONLY SURVIVED BUT THREW THE WRECKAGE AWAY FROM HIM

Fifth of all: THE FUCKING HUNTERS SHOW UP AND CAUSE EVEN M O R E CHAOS. Truly I don’t know how any of the main heroes survived that there was just too much.

The entire time I was reading it I was like “This feels like a giant fight at the climax of the book how the fuck are there more pages left what else is going to happen???” AND IM STILL WONDERING THAT LIKE

Thalia Grace has been returned to me.

Apollo’s strong urge to save Lit??? Okay I guess. It’s nice to see him being compassionate and shit but. I was kinda with Leo on that one lol

“Thalia Grace slid behind me on the elephant, which fulfilled one of the fantasies I’d had about the Hunter, although I never quite imagined it playing out like this” M E

What was his elephant-involved fantasy with Thalia I need a complete play by play lmao

Also the scene where Commodus dropped his composure for a sec and had a full-blown Angry Ex moment (which...he’s definitely entitled to). That was good and also I was highkey worried he might just try to kill my nerd then and there

Also that he’s not just mad that Apollo killed him but like. All their fucking history together. Shit’s intense.

Apollo loves this elephant so much after only like 15 minutes the first thing he’s gonna do when he’s immortal again is bless her or some shit

Also I’m glad they got that awful chainmail off her

The Hunters apparently just have a magical energy drink with mercury in it okay

Honestly??? I’m a little mad Artemis has been ordered not to contact him THE BOY JUST WANTS TO SEE HIS SISTER HOLY SHIT

Aaaaaand that’s about where I left off. Hoping to finish it all together the next time I get a chance. Hoping all the losers are alright. LOVING this book so far. Waiting to see an official reunion between Georgie and her Combat Moms. The Headless Ghost’s cryptic warning has me worried. Until next time...

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Your Heart’s Desire

a very late submission to tmntflashfic‘s valentine’s day prompt thing, since it got insanely long, and has to be broken up into parts.

Master Post of Chapters.

————————————————————————————- Chapter Five.

Casey slammed his bag down on the table, and slumped into his seat. His fellow arts student, directly across from him, raised her eyebrow.

“What crawled up your sorry ass and died?” She asked, eyes skimming over the dark circles under his eyes, and the scratches on his arms. “Or better question, what attacked your sorry ass?”

“I went from having one demon, to two demons, to three demons, all of them pissy little assholes-” Casey counted on his fingers quickly. “-in under, like, a week or two or some shit. I don’t even know anymore. Jesus.”

“You got another cat? Cats? Two new cats, plus the first one. Yikes.”

“Yeah. Sure. My cats.”

“Three cats is a lot of cats, Casey. Even for a currently single art student.”

Casey dug out his energy drink, cracked it open, and took a sip before answering. “You’re telling me.”

“So what happened to you last night? The cuts and shit. Your cats turn on you or something?”

“Or something.” Casey grumbled, nursing his drink. Caffeine. Sweet, sweet caffeine. “Two of them got chased off by the other one, and then showed up again in the middle of the night- not even after four AM, god- and proceeded to continue their piss fit in the middle of my living room, trash my kitchen and couch in the process, and bring my neighbor’s wrath down on all of us. Again.”

Two extraordinarily angry demons dropping out of thin air- right onto another demon, who’d finally gone to sleep maybe an hour ago- in the middle of the night hadn’t been fun. Casey had woken up to the loudest racket he’d heard in… probably a few hours. Maybe.

There’d been fire involved. There’d been purple electricity involved. And just for shits and giggles- knowing Mikey- there’d been balls of pure energy launched into the fray that left chunks missing from whatever they hit.

And then April had kicked down his door, broom and water gun in hand, and everything went straight to metaphorical hell.

Not literal hell, thank god, but they certainly were heading that direction for a while there.

Donnie had tried to kill Casey at least twice more. Maybe Mikey too. That being- Mikey maybe trying to kill Casey, and Donnie maybe trying to kill Mikey. At the same time. Casey hadn’t been able to tell for sure if Mikey actually tried to kill him or not, but he had a very deep suspicion of that one stray plasma shot.

April was the only reason anyone actually went to bed afterwards. Casey now had three new words to live by: Witches Kill Bitches. Yikes.

Casey took another long sip of his drink.

He’d gotten electrocuted, beaten, and just a tiny bit burned. Fun night. Maybe one of the wildest he’d had in a while.

Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

“Why don’t you just give two of the cats back? The first one sounded chill enough without the others.”

Casey laughed dryly. “Oh I wish. I really fucking wish.”

If April couldn’t chase the other two off- and damn if she hadn’t tried- then no one could.

Casey’s classmate shook her head sympathetically and despairingly. “Casey, I do not envy your life, nor do I understand it.”

Casey slumped over the table, balancing his already empty drink in his hand. “You and me both. God.”

   april

april

april

APRIK ANSWER ME

fuck april*

CAPS LOCK STANDS THO

 Casey for god’s sake

What is it?

It’s not even three AM yet why are you texting me

 I JUST REALIZED RAPH MIGHT ACTUALLY KILL ME

 …how is this news?

He threatened your life at least five times the first day you met.

 YEAH BUT I JUST REMEMBERED THE SOUL THING

THE SOUL THIGN APRIJG

THESOULTHING

 You’re worse than I am at three in the morning.

What ‘soul thing’, Casey.

 THE SOUL THING ABOUT HOW IM SIGNING MY SOUL OVER TO HIM FOR WHATEVR STUPID CNTRACT I MADE AND HOW ILL DIE ASSOON AS HE TAKEE IT

 Typos galore, and

Yikes.

 THIS IS WHY IM SITTING IN MY EMPTY BATH TUB AT THREE AM IM GOING TO FUCING DIE

APRIL HELP IM FUCKED

I FUCKED MYSELF OVER RLLY BADLY THISTME

H E LP

 And somehow, I’m betting you still find him ‘hot’.

 YES THIS IS PART OF THE ‘FUCKED MYSELY OVER’ BIT

 Oh Casey.

Casey, Casey, Casey.

How did you make it to adulthood? Really.

 SHUTUP THATS NOT HELPGUL RIGHT NOW

APIL IM SCREAMING

SCREMAING AT THREE AM IN MY FUCKIG BATHTUB

FUCK MY FICKING LIFE OH MY GOD

 Raph’s kept you alive this long, he probably won’t kill you.

I’m assuming, at least.

You’re very hard to keep alive, Casey. If he just went and killed you after all this, it’d be a waste of time and effort.

Of course I could be wrong and your demon call boy could just be insane.

 SCREAMING APRL

SCRMMING IN A BATHTUB

NOT

HELPING

ME

 At this point, you may be beyond help.

Even mine.

  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ohshit i woke up don

fuc

fuckripme mikes awaketoo fukcv

apl make sure my funeral is a nece one I deserved better ing likfe than this

fkjgb;eiugb;bkbgfjnfgt

  Casey?

Casey?

Good grief. None of us are ever getting a full night’s rest ever again.

I’m getting my gun, Casey. I’ll be there right away.

I just need pants first.

    In the end, Casey didn’t ask Raph about the soul thing. He was, in a word that he was never ever going to repeat to anyone, too chicken-shit to do it.

If Raph’s reply was “Yup. When we complete the contract and I take your soul- you die. Tough.” then Casey wasn’t sure how he’d handle that. Better to just avoid the whole awkward “will you kill me or not” conversation for now.

And besides, he didn’t really want to bring up the whole ‘ending the contract’ thing. If he did, that meant they’d have to start working on it again, and Casey… didn’t really want it to end. Not just yet.

He focused instead on surviving the transition into having Donnie as a member of their crowded household, and not dying in the process.

The lanky demon, dark as Raph but with way more hair and way less muscle, was a complete know-it-all. He took every chance he had to lord over Casey the fact that he was just some ‘ignorant human’, Donnie’s words not Casey’s.

He also took every chance he had to hint very unsubtly that Casey didn’t deserve Raph’s presence in his home, and Casey tried not to read deeper into that beyond speciest tendencies Donnie seemed to have.

Mostly though, as long as Donnie was preoccupied by the thick textbooks he kept getting from somewhere, or by Mikey or Raph, he didn’t give Casey much attention at all. Just lounged around Casey’s apartment building, and made snide comments at everyone.

It wasn’t intolerable, seeing as Donnie had gotten over his ‘murder the human’ phase pretty quick. Still annoying for Casey though, trying to make it through his own apartment, only to have a long tail trip him up, or a large wing snap out in his face. Casey retaliated with holy water mixed into Donnie’s food portions, smacking the demon’s protruding appendages with his hockey sticks, and sicking Raph on his brother when all else failed.

Or April, but watching the two of them stare one another down, broom and magic in hand, was a bit hard on Casey’s heart, so. Not so much that option. He liked his apartment intact, thank you.

So basically, Casey snapped at Donnie and Donnie snapped at him and they both threatened violence until someone pushed them apart. No blood was shed- no more than what was usual lately- and they somehow found a balance of mutual dislike.

In the end, neither of them liked one another, but Donnie had been very clear he wasn’t leaving until Raph did, and Casey had been very clear that he either shove it or shove off.

But no one was dead yet, so. Kudos to both of them.

Now Casey was dealing with a new problem, created another time over with the newest addition to his already too cramped home: feeding them all.

“Why do you guys have to eat so fucking much?” Casey grumbled, shoving the heavy grocery cart along. “God. This is more than I eat in a month.”

“I need power, because you’re a moron who can’t even remember why he summoned me,” Raph answered as he tossed yet another package of food into the cart. “And because Don and Mike are little shits who like to be as annoying as they can.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that out,” Casey said sulkily. Accommodating three demons at once was a major hassle, especially when one was liable to set the neighborhood on fire for a laugh, and the other was still in the middle of a silent pissing contest with his neighboring witch. Oh the trials of adulthood. Casey felt like he deserved a vacation.

If it wasn’t for the insane load of cash Donnie had magicked up, Casey knew he would’ve hit broke by now. From where the cash had come from, Donnie wouldn’t say, but looking at all the zeroes in his account, Casey hadn’t felt like questioning its origins.

He had however, questioned why he wasn’t paying some price for the generous donation. Donnie had replied vaguely that his due was being covered by Raph, and then promptly fucked off into the open air; lifting off the ground with sweeps of his wings, and leaving Casey outside the supermarket without a real explanation.

Fucking demons.

Upside of things, Casey had gotten to send his dad and sister a good chunk of cash, and he didn’t have to worry about student loans anymore. Downside, his dad had texted to check if Casey had switched career choices to become a hitman and his sister had texted with the question if escort prices had suddenly gone up.

No faith from his family, honestly. Couldn’t he make money in a legal manner? Casey could totally make that much money if he tried.

Raph came back to the cart with an armful of hotdog and hamburger buns, and dumped them into the already very full cart.

“For the meat,” Raph explained shortly to Casey’s questioning look.

“What meat?” Casey asked.

Before Raph could answer, a shopping cart went racing past their aisle, and Casey caught a glimpse of Mikey riding it and what looked like majority of the raw meat section stacked in with him.

“That meat,” Raph said, pointing after his brother, and Casey could hear semi-maniacal laughter coming from that direction.

Casey sighed, and started to push their cart towards the direction Mikey had gone. “Guess we’re having a barbeque tonight, since no way this is all fitting in the fridge.”

Something crashed on the other side of the store, and Casey started pushing their cart a bit faster.

After they’d wrangled Mikey, magicked away the witnesses memory of the demon’s full-tilt crash into the flower stand, repaired said flower stand, and Donnie had at some point reappeared mysteriously out of thin air to snark at everyone- Casey managed to herd the three demons towards the check out with their purchases.

Again, he got his usual cashier, and the man gave Casey another look for his newest addition to their gaggle. Donnie admittedly stood out even more than Mikey did, in looks at least, being well over six feet. Mikey still had him beat in aura of crazy though.

In comparison to his siblings, one twitching constantly and the other giving everything a calculative and condescending look, Raph was practically normal seeming. Slightly below average height, and just a tinge of surliness to him.

And then Raph hiccupped a smoke ring, and the image was ruined.

Casey paid for their food, and didn’t give the cashier any explanation for his friend group.

     Since Casey didn���t technically have a barbecue for barbecue, and neither did April, the task of cooking the meat got passed over to the walking fire pit. They also ended up relocating to the roof, after Raph set Casey’s ceiling on fire.

A pleasantly warm evening wind blew over the roof top, wafting the smell of cooking meat towards Casey. He glanced up to look at the other roof top occupants.

April had brought one of her folding chairs up with her, and was reading a book near her garden. The position was only semi-protective seeming, and everyone was giving her garden a wide birth.

Mikey was busy playing with a cat that’d appeared out of nowhere, despite Casey’s apartment building being pet free. Casey had started to question the cat earlier, but then he’d seen it had deep, bottomless black eyes, and had figured he’d leave well enough alone. At least it seemed more interested in rolling around on the roof with Mikey, rather than causing extra property damage like all the other demons in Casey’s life.

Donnie was the opposite of Mikey, completely lax and silent. He was laid out on a blanket that he’d probably stolen from Casey’s linen closet. Wings out and tail twitching, Donnie seemed intent on catching the last rays of the sun before it went down, slowly paging through yet another thick book he’d pulled out of nowhere. Eventually, he and April were probably going to bond like the condescending smarty-pants assholes they both were, and then everyone else was probably going to die.

Raph was rotating a couple dozen meat products in the air, flames licking around them in helix spirals. It smelt great, and Raph’s intent focus on keeping the food from burning gave Casey the chance to side-eye him a bit.

Admittedly, Casey might’ve been side-eyeing all the demon brothers, because shit- it wasn’t like they weren’t all relatively to very good looking. Even Mikey wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes, as unlikely as it was for Casey to ever risk going for him. Because he liked his extremities intact and not bitten off, and he totally still caught Mikey eyeing him like food sometimes.

Point being- Casey had a lot of very attractive men staying in his apartment at the moment, and wow was he very gay.

He tried to remind himself that A) two out of the three would probably kill him if they got the chance, and B) his focus was on Raph, as impossible to obtain as the demon likely was, and that he shouldn’t get distracted by the demon’s siblings.

And besides, he liked Raph the best anyways. Better personality, even if no one else would probably think that except for Casey.

Casey refocused on the sketchpad in his hands, and did his best to reroute his wandering thoughts. No gay thoughts for him, no siree. Not while he was in the presence of others.

He was in the middle of yet another sketch of a full demon form- this time Donnie’s, because the long swooping tail and wings were fun to draw. He was still trying to get the proper look down, since at the moment it looked too much like a regular dragon, and not a demon.

“Hey Raph,” Casey said, glancing up from his drawing again. “Quick question. How come you all look like dragons? Not very demony.”

“Because that’s what fits this era best,” Raph replied. Which made no sense.

“Elaborate a little more than that?”

Raph gave him a look, but answered anyways. “Our manifesting shapes change depending on the plain of existence we enter, and also with whatever the sentient population will fear best. In this era, it’s apparently big scaly lizards with wings. I’m not complaining, since it’s better than some we’ve gotten.”

“Dragons are cool shit though,” Casey said, twirling his pencil as he watched the meat in the air do the same. “They’re everywhere in media. Not exactly the boogieman.”

“Worked well enough on you,” Raph said, giving Casey a teasing smirk.

Casey scoffed. “Man, whatever. It was morning and I was hung over. ‘scuse me for not being able to keep my cool with a fucking demon in my house.”

Raph gave a warm laugh, and Casey found himself smiling just a tad wider than he usually would.

“Okay, I got another question then,” Casey said, leaning forwards on his crossed legs. “Which one of your ‘manifestations’ has been your favorite? You gotta have one, seein’ as you’re old as shit now.”

“Shut up, I’m young by demon standards,” Raph said, rolling his eyes. “And if you really wanna know, one of them was one I had just a couple hundred years ago. Not on this plain of existence, but it wasn’t too far off in similarity.”

“Yeah? What was it?”

“A turtle,” Raph said, and Casey couldn’t help the startled laugh that came out of him.

“What? No way. How is a turtle scary?” Casey asked in disbelieving amusement. “They’re like- tiny and cute and shit. Slow too.”

Raph shrugged, twirling his wrist so all the meat in the air would too. “I’d show you, but since I’m busy… hey Donnie!”

“What?” Donnie said in a tone that Casey recognized easily from his own sibling.

“Get over here; I want you to show Casey what the turtle manifestation looked like.”

“Ugh, no way. I’m busy right now,” Donnie said, giving them both a grumpy look.

Raph twirled a couple hotdogs threateningly towards Donnie. “Do it, or I use your horns as extra roasting sticks.”

“Raph- come on, don’t be a dick.”

“Don’t be a lazy shit.”

“Raph.”

“Donnie.”

“Fine,” Donnie grumbled, getting up if only because the hotdogs had been getting dangerously close to his seven inch horns.

Casey stood up too, officially and extremely intrigued about what would happen next. He wasn’t alone in that either, since April had set down her book to watch the rest of them, and Mikey and his weird cat had gone still.

Donnie steepled his fingers together, and closed his eyes. For a moment, nothing happened, but then a rune circle appeared under his feet. From the bright purple magic, a wall of water swirled up and around Donnie. The height of the airborne whirlpool grew, and Casey could see that something inside was growing with it.

Then, the water’s surface broke at the bottom, and receded upwards to reveal-

-a giant bipedal turtle.

Casey let out a shocked laugh, and couldn’t believe his eyes.

Donnie had gone from six something to twelve something, now with the addition of a shell, plastron, and dark green scales. A long staff was strapped to his back, held in place by royal purple sashes wrapped around Donnie’s chest and shell. The water receded to pool in the air above Donnie’s head, and it condescend into a sort of reflective disk. Casey mentally compared it to the halos he’d seen on angels in church murals.

Donnie reopened his eyes, which had remained luminous red through the transformation, and looked down Casey with a displeased look. Somehow, even with a beak like mouth, he managed to sneer at Casey.

“Ta da,” Donnie said, giving a half-assed jazz hands. “One turtle reporting for duty. Can I change back now? This itches.”

Casey noted that instead of discordant and harsh, the demon’s words were actually close to lyrical sounding in this form.

“Why’s it itch?” Casey asked, secretly hoping to prolong things so he could memorize the finer details of this form. Shit, this would look amazing in watercolors.

“Because it’s not the right one for this world,” Donnie said in a deeply annoyed tone. “It’s wrong and it feels a bit like wearing a winter coat in summer, I guess.”

“Oh. Neat.” Casey replied vaguely, still busy memorizing.

“You know,” April spoke up. “I wonder if anyone can see the shit you guys do on this roof. I don’t know about you, but it would be weird to see a giant bipedal turtle on my roof if I didn’t know better.”

“I have spells that erase memories of events like this,” Donnie replied smoothly, with only a hint of ‘duh’ in his tone.

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure Raph doesn’t, because yesterday a guy at the coffee shop down the way said he saw a really weird ass bird in the sky. About the size of a mini-van? Pointy horns too.”

Everyone looked at Raph, who looked a little embarrassed.

“Raph.” Donnie said in a disapproving tone.

“Sometimes I forget to turn them on, okay?” Raph defended.

“I can’t believe you.”

“Shut up! Do you want dinner or not?”

“I do! We do!” Mikey interjected, waving his cat around in the air like something out of the Lion King. The cat made a long warbling meow, and Casey’s felt goosebumps prickle on his skin.

While the others were distracted, he took the chance to pick up his sketchbook and start a rapid gesture drawing of Donnie. Maybe later, he could get Raph do switch forms too, and draw him as well.

So while Casey hurriedly drew, Donnie got pelted by hotdogs as he kept berating Raph for his carelessness, said hotdogs quickly snatched out of the air by Mikey and his cat and devoured, and April calmly watched the whole show from over the top of her novel.

All in all, a pretty normal evening for them lately.

Casey was about done with being assaulted by demons.

Example: being stalked on the way home from campus, and feeling increasingly evil vibes being aimed at the back of his head.

The first afternoon in days that didn`t involve one or more of his mostly unwanted house guests tagging along- and this happens.

Casey risked a glance over his shoulder.

The man, concealed by his loose black hoodie and blue ball cap, was still following him. He seemed normal enough from first glance, no tail or horns or anything in plain sight, but Casey also knew better by now than to be fooled by that.

Casey thought he saw a flash of icy blue eyes from under the hat brim, and he whipped his eyes back to the sidewalk in front of him.

He was at least a half hour’s walk from his apartment still, and the bus wouldn’t save him now.

Why didn’t demons have cell phones? Raph could probably destroy a small city on his lonesome, but he didn’t have a god damn cell phone.

Casey tugged out his phone, trying to casually speed up his walking as he did.

april help im being stalked by one of raphs crazy relatives pls send help rn

A cold shudder went through Casey, and he knew the guy following him had gotten closer again. On and off as he’d been walking the last five minutes, every time Casey looked back, the guy got closer.

Fear sweat prickled the back of his neck, and Casey swallowed.

He didn’t have a handy bat or hockey stick, and he didn’t have a demon protecting him either. Unless someone got here quickly, he was probably going to end up demon food.

Pretty sick way to go, all things considering, but he’d rather not die on this particular day.

“Respond,” Casey muttered. “Please, god- April, respond already.”

Casey felt a rush of air go past him, and it felt way too fucking cold for this time of year. Something not actually there tried to climb up his spine, and Casey shuddered all the way down to his soul.

He typed an all caps message of ‘HOLY FUCK APRIL IM SERIOUS PLS RESPOND RN’ and started walking even faster.

Wow this was not how he wanted to die right now. Maybe later, maybe a few years down the line, but not right fucking now.

His phone chimed, and Casey gasped out a choked laugh.

Raph’s on his way. ETA should be less than a minute.

Why can’t our lives be normal anymore.

BESNIDELATERIMGONNADIE

What else is new?

Casey would have replied again, but a violent shudder went through him as an ice cold feeling gripped his body. He didn’t want to turn around, really, he didn’t- but he did anyways.

Raph’s brother- probably the elusive Leo- stared Casey dead in the eye, from just a block away. Navy blue eyes froze Casey to his core, and he felt like he was suddenly breathing sub-zero air.

Leo opened his mouth, and something reverberated through the air. The other humans walking down the street around Casey stumbled, and Casey’s knees came close to buckling. He only barely recovered enough to keep standing.

Welp. Time to start running.

Casey bolted fast as he could, and he cursed Raph for bringing this kind of insanity into his life.

Casey might’ve been slacking on his exercise lately- too much demonic influence in his life to even remember- but he could still sprint like the wind. He’d never quite grown out of the skinniness from his teenage years, and he counted his blessing that he hadn’t packed on muscle like he’d hoped he would. Wind whistled past him as he ran, and Casey felt caught between sheer terror and utter excitement.

Nothing like running for your life to kick the old adrenaline into gear.

Casey risked a partial glance over his shoulder, and regretted it as caught sight of Leo still hot on his tail. The demon wasn’t even running, he was just walking- and yet, he was still only a block behind Casey.

Fucking demons. Fucking demon magic. Fucking life.

Casey pushed himself to run faster, and prayed he wouldn’t land on his knee wrong and wipe out. He’d be screwed if he did.

He yelped as the sidewalk ahead of him was suddenly coated in ice, and he had to stop short before he hit it. Casey turned to the left, and darted across the street. A lone car honked at him as he ran, and for a second, the accident that’d fucked his knee over flashed across his eyes.

Then it was gone, and his feet hit the sidewalk across the street. He kept running, lungs heaving as he attempted to give Raph time to show the fuck up and save his ass.

Casey had to change directions again though, as the sidewalk again was covered in ice. This time with jagged points aimed directly at Casey, ones that would impale him clear through if he fell on them.

Casey dodged away from them, and found himself in an alley. An alley with a dead end.

Shit. Clichés. He hated clichés.

Casey whirled to run back out, and found Leo blocking the way. Casey retreated further into the alley, and raised his hands to the calmly advancing demon.

“Okay, so, I dunno if the other two have told you this yet-” Casey swallowed, trying for bravado instead of nervousness. “-but I’m officially off the menu. Just ask Raph, he’ll vouch for me.”

Leo didn’t pay his words any mind, and the air around Casey suddenly went freezing. With a wave of his hand, encircled by blue runes, Leo sent the alley into the deep freeze.

Casey’s airways went dry from the sudden drop, and he glanced around in panic. The walls of the alley were quickly being covered in ice, sharp points growing from both sides like jagged teeth. Casey’s shoes skidded momentarily, as the ice spread across the ground as well.

“I’m serious, Leo,” Casey said, trying to get the demon’s attention by saying his name. “Raph and me are cool. So if you could, like, be a little less literal with the chill, he’ll be here any second now to explain the shit that’s been going on-”

Leo remained quiet, but shut Casey up with a harsh gust of ice wind. Casey inhaled sharply, and coughed at the sheer coldness. It spread through him, and he coughed harder as he struggled to breathe.

Then-

He realized he couldn’t move his feet.

Casey made the mistake of glancing down, and saw that his feet were encased in ice. Ice that was steadily climbing up his legs, and locking him in place.

The dark ice moved quickly, spreading up Casey’s body almost faster than he could register what was happening. It covered his legs, and then spread to his torso, and Casey couldn’t breathe, ice filling his lungs and chilling him through.

His eyes clouded with tears, as ice wind kept whipping around him. He was half blind, more than half frozen, and came to the conclusion he probably was going to die.

He managed one last cough, before the ice spread to his neck, and froze his lungs in place. He felt the ice spreading down his arms, and Casey couldn’t think it was so cold. Everything was burning, the freezing prison wrapping itself around every piece of his body.

Casey felt the ice creep onto his face, his vision blurring as it did, and he couldn’t fight it at all.

The ice covered his nose, and spread over his eyes and head, and then Casey was trapped in the dark. His eyes frozen shut and his lungs frozen in place.

Then-

Something flared, hot and burning, on his chest-

And the ice shattered around his face, around his chest, and Casey could breathe again.

He blinked rapidly, sucking in as much air as he could, and tried to clear the clinging ice crystals to his face. Everything hurt, his hands and feet and legs and every bit of skin on him- they felt like they were still encased in ice. Cold enough that the warmer air was making them burn.

Casey saw something red flicker on his chest again, but he couldn’t see well enough to recognize what it was.

He spotted Leo, who’s calm, blank expression had broken. He was staring at Casey in shock, visibly confused as to why Casey wasn’t a human popsicle.

Then Raph fell out of the sky, right onto Leo, and threw his brother across the alleyway. Casey managed a short laugh at the sudden shift in mood, Leo looking utterly confused and offended by the turn of events, and Raph looking like he wanted to set everything and Leo on fire, the both of them yelling at one another in increasing volumes-

And then Casey’s vision went black, and he felt himself hit the ground.

next part.