#dont read this

[sixxteenbullets]

HIDDEN AWAY-

Saw smth the other day and I can't stop thinking about it.

Pairing: Henry Bowers x fem!innocent!reader

Warnings: u and Henry getting walked in on by Patrick, being watched doin yk, swearing, sexual themes.

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HENRY Bowers had a girl that was the opposite of him. She was a kind, sweet soul and he wanted to keep her that way. He knew exactly who he was and who his friends were, so to keep up with his goal, he needed her to stay away from his friends. The issue sounded easy to defeat, if his friends were normal.

Two boys, Belch and Vic, he trusted enough to stay away from her. After all, they weren't really ever interested in defying Henry. Though, Patrick was a piece of work. As much as he loved innocence, he loved pushing limits. He was tall, obsessed with pyro, and a sadist to the bone. That was exactly the kind of person Henry needed his girl to stay away from. Someone who could tear away her joy, make her sad and scared, and strip her of her kindness, turning her timid and quiet. He'd seen her that way once, during a bad fight, and he swore to keep her from those feelings for as long as he could. Only he could break her down.

"Hey Hen," Y/n smiled at him, her white teeth shining as bright as ever. "You called."

"Old man ain't gonna be home tonight," He pushed himself off of his bed and sauntered over to her. "Was thinking you could stay?"

She didn't have an ideal home life, either. She wasn't beat, like Henry, and she still had both of her parents, but they were mean. Driven by religion, the girl didn't get to choose her own path very often, and a lot of her decisions were made for her. That was part of why she kept her innocence. There was nothing she could do to break it.

"Yeah, totally." She walked closer to him, meeting him in the middle of his room, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms looked around her waist and they were pulled flush against each other. As their lips met, a bubbly giggle escaped her throat and she smiled against his mouth. His face remained straight, but the sound of her giddiness woke such a fierce happiness within him, it was hard to keep from giggling back at her.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" A mere whisper, barely audible. His eyes widened slightly as they met the ones that stared up at him. She never spoke like this. It was just a simple question, but there was a passion behind her words that she never had before. They had been dating for a month, and she typically pushed away his sexual advances, so when she made her own, he knew this was not something to pass up.

His hands ever so slightly lowered on her waist, resting on the peak of her butt. When she put up no objections, they lowered and he gave a small squeeze, which triggered another giggle. Just as he was about to say something suggestive, her lips crashed into his open mouth, and their tongues danced in harmony for a minute before he pulled away for a breath.

Her head leaned up to follow him, objecting to the end of their kiss, but she soon realized her own lack of breath. "What are you doing?"

"I want you." There was absolutely no sign of hesitation in her voice. Every bit of every word dripped with a lust that sounded foreign on her tongue. "Every inch."

He had heard enough. He had been waiting for over a month to hear her ask for him. To finally give herself to him.

Every fiber of his being itched to go fast, to shove her onto his bed and hear her screams as she cried his name. To hear the innocence dissolve from her voice, and only a sinful, whimpering cry would be left. But he didn't think she would like that just yet, so he willed his body to go slow, to pace himself and be gentle as he stole something sacred from her.

"I want you to be rough. Show me every side of you tonight. The good the bad and the parts you never let anyone see. You can have my body if I can have your soul." She always did that. Talk in poetic speeches, using grammer he's completely stranger to. And he loved it just as much as he loved seeing the passion in her eyes as every word spoke it's truth.

They were on the bed in no time, and her request rang through his ears. She wanted everything. And he would give her his life if he could.

Two shirts were thrown on the floor, one pair of pants, and one pair of shorts. Two half naked bodies desperately grinded into each other, craving release from the heat in their cores. Legs intertwined just as fingers did and the two eventually became one. One drawn out moan, one long kiss, one burning desire.

There was something artistic about the way two humans behaved in times of desperation. The way she would whimper and gasp when a particularly sensitive part of her body was touched, and he would see this and use it to his advantage. The way his mouth would open in a silent moan as she rubbed against him, creating a friction they'd never get enough of. Even with underwear on, they behaved wildly, leaving no room for any matter to interfere.

Somewhere in their passion, a door, forgotten to be locked, creaked open to reveal a few rather shocked faces. Not shocked to see their friend with a girl, but shocked to see him with a girl such as Y/n. Especially shocked that a girl like her didn't wear little pink cotton panties, but adorned a black lace thong instead.

The bigger male and the blond turned away, obviously not wanting to get their asses beat for the intrusion. But Patrick stayed for a minute. His eyes traced every inch of her body, and once he had seen enough, a low whistle escaped him.

The two on the bed jumped, and just as quickly as she threw herself down, he had an arm around her and held her close. She stayed pressed against her boyfriend, trying to hide her flushed face and body from the mischievous boy who stood watching her.

"When your done having your fun, why don't ya' let me take her for a ride?" A sickening laugh faded into a room with three emotions only. Arousal, fear, and pure fucking rage. That arousal faded from Patrick when he saw the expression that adorned his friend's face.

"Get the fuck out of here, Hockstetter, or I'll kill you right here." There was a malice in Henry's voice that he'd never heard before. A spark in his eye, a snarl in his lip, and a clenched fist that showed truth in every word he spoke.

If Patrick didn't stop staring at Henry's girl, he would be a dead man and a tortured soul.

So he ducked out of the room and approached the two other members of their gang, shaken and annoyed, completely unwilling to tell the story of the scariest moment of his life.

Henry considered chasing after his friend, showing him how absolutely enraged he felt that his angel felt unsafe. But once he thought back to her, and felt her shivering from his arms, she was his main priority. He pulled her flush against him, not sexually anymore, just possessively. His arms encircled her and she wanted to completely fade into him.

Sobs racked her body. She'd heard horror stories of the boy and his disgusting acts on not only girls, but just others in general. So, when he said he wanted to take her for a ride, terror crept throughout every crevice of her body. Not only did she fear him, but she was absolutely humiliated. Another boy has seen her half naked, not to mention the vulnerable situation she was in.

After a second of silence, she was able to make out a few muffle words against his chest. "Please don't let him take me."

"No one will ever touch you. You're mine, and he knows that now. I'm gonna keep you hidden away from all that shit."

#henry bowers #it 2017 #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #bowers gang #x reader #fanfiction #it #dont read this #ima kms #this is embarassing tbh #bowers gang x reader #henry bowers x reader #victor criss

[swamp-chicken]

I wish I could explain exact context for certain things and why I feel about them the way I do but it's so convoluted and half of it is just suppositions and vibes so I don't really bother.

but

I do have this insane personal headcanon that bdubs and sethbling are Enemies mostly because when etho and bdubs first recorded on mindcrack, bdubs tried to shit talk sethbling for being too "controlling" over etho and etho being like No He's Not Controlling >:( End of Conversation. Kind of characteristic for their early interactions where bdubs was still feeling out the line with Etho. I think he quickly learned how hard that line is. anyways seth and etho went on to collab on a few things outside of mindcrack and etho is even still a fan of seth today as evident by his comment on seth's latest video about this isane minecraft physics project he did. but bdubs never collabed/interacted with seth outside of the context of mindcrack

seth, by the way, is this absolute genius (not only in minecraft but irl). and was a real redstone genius of the time! bdubs did a little redstone but it was never his area of expertise and he could never really talk to etho as an Equal about it the way seth could. and I can imagine there is some tension and anxiety there on bdubs' part. here is someone who is super smart, who is etho's equal, whom etho will defend to bdubs even though (in bdubs' eyes) he's kind of rude and controlling. bdubs has this developing friendship with etho but he still has anxieties about all these things. he's not smart enough or cool enough or has crossed too many boundaries to really be etho's friend.

anyways seth gets invited to mindcrack and etho, his buddy, gives him a tour of the server. but the tour is completely derailed because etho pranked bdubs and wanted to see his reaction. and seth is just . there. laughing– haha. good prank. and etho is clearly so enamoured w bdubs and making up little voices for him as he reads out what he types and giggling over bdubs' reaction

and then etho edits together his video and only puts in the prank part, none of the tour. briefly explains seth is now on the server before launching into the story of the prank he pulled on bdubs, his voice shifting into something so warm and fond.

a few months later etho explains the arena project he worked on with bdubs, and how he initially had an idea for seth and others to help him with the redstone, but that never panned out. bdubs was only guy etho actually asked, bc, as etho says, "I knew he had my back"

bdubs' anxiety about seth ends up not mattering at all. bc seth and etho, yes, are friends and appreciate the game in the same way and both operate on the same level re: redstone. but bdubs has his back <3 and his heart <3

#an entire shoujo manga love triangle casually living in my mind between mindcrack-era etho and sethbling and bdubs #idk if you've ever read/watched mischievous kiss but i just rewrote it #bdubs is a very good kotoko #i need a tag for things that are insane #dont read this

[toughknit]

8pm: writing this part of my essay on phenomenology and poetry in a word document, the document is ontological

9pm: this pasta sauce exists with the potential to be good but the truth is that it is only good because i find it is good

10pm: on the economy of softness. analyzing my blanket. labelling it as soft doesn't prove anything about its softness in comparison to other blankets in other stores. does it mean that my concept of softness has been imposed by this store? but i could only be in one store at the moment i bought that blanket. and i only have the need for one blanket.

11pm: cigarette on the balcony. good night gray smoke and gruesome graphics on my rectangular pack... tomorrow after im back from the corner store with another pack i will sit on that chair to stare down at concrete structures once more. the word serendipity is only spit. the waxing moon as an ellipsis. and then i shall go back indoors

[aralstear]

INTEOIDTFURY POST

https://ariiuwuowo.carrd.co infomation

thingy minies about me

i play violin

I am desensitized to everything(even what your thinking of sadly)(ok nearly everything x3)

i liek scp a bit

I like sinsei a,wjataknalnsjnKamzkanaksmmss

hey this was about to be abiut things i didnt cover

Never,indddddd

don’t read this

#intro page #intro post #196 #laraposting #dont read this

[selfishshipper]

ohhhh grgrdrggr gabriel CHOSE to go to aziraphale maybe subconsciously or maybe as a final like directive before he put his memory in that fly but he CHOSE to despite knowing he was a shit to aziraphale and the latter had no reason at all to help him except he did because gabriel had seen the way that aziraphale fell in love with crowley and gabriel KNEW that no other angel in the WORLD would understand what it felt like to love a demon but aziraphale would!!! like yeah its a good idea to hit up the only other angel that also got soft blocked by heaven BUT HE KNEW ZIRA WOULD EMPATHIZE WITH HIS SITUATION !!!

#good omens #if u know me irl no you dont #dont read this #good omens season 2 #aziracrow #gabriel #when gabriel said he knew everything would be better if he were with aziraphale.... #lord #spoilers

[rainknow]

fellas is it gay to think about a man spitting in ur mouth every waking moment

#dont read this #shyt posting

[puppy-loves-pudding]

Being anti-fic/ship is racist, and imposes American ideologies on the rest.

Here, in LATAM we have a very important story that involves deep... deep stuff, and I'm not talking about feelings or philosophy. (LMAO)

There is a very important story for us, latinos, called... La rata con Thinner...

This, it's a very important book that tells us anecdotes about the Latin American culture of nowdays, who includes this amazing writting, of La rata con Thinner.

This beautiful story, which surpasses works like Romeo and Juliet, and the various works of Edgar Allan Poe, involves cousins, a shared house, homeless people, prostitution for food, a dead rat with thinner, and of course, a lot of sex. (HAHAHAJDJBWFJKWKG, the end is incredible by the way.)

This story is, as I said, very special to us (100% real) and anti-shippers, with their toxic ideology, are, sadly, supporting the censorship of this, which could lead to elimination of this incredible, beautiful, life changing book that's part of the latinoamerican culture. They want to erase our writings and mute our voices... (What am I doing with my life?)

So don't be an anti, don't be racist...

(Someone shoot me in the head PLEASE)

(also don't try to read it if you are an anti, you will probably explode)

#proship #proshipping #anti anti #pro ship #proshipper safe #dont read this #this is /hj #please dont #dont take this too seriously

[aniverse-x]

‼️WARNING⚠️: Don’t read this is you’re sensitive to gross stuff like poop & diarrhea

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I love how people read it either way despite the warning label lmaoo

I should stop drinking Mountain Dew for a while…everytime I drink it, I get diarrhea in the form of a weird liquid. It feels like Pee coming out of my butthole. And it also stings my inside of my butthole.

I feel the urge to shit like 10 seconds after I drink the Mountain Dew. Maybe my digestive system is giving up on me, once in fro all.

And everytime I wipe my ass, it hurts, and I see blood stains. wtf-

Maybe since I’m doing a sport now, I should start drinking water. Boooo

But, Hey, maybe this is a sign from God, who knows. Or maybe I just have bad luck, idk.

But you wanna know what’s worse? It just keeps coming out! It’s just seems like it never ends! FUCK THIS LIIFEE

Maybe this will scar me for the rest of my life, giving me PTSD from drinking Mountain Dew. Fuck this I hate this this sucks shiiiiiiiitttttitufvzdujdgdjsgdh

#Gross #diarrhea #dont read this #help me #i hate this #kill me #its pretty disturbing ngl #disgusting #read at your own risk #Don’t hate me for this #this is miserable

[oddball08]

Metal Chairs and Glass Windows | Konig

A mission gone wrong. That's what he would call it later when they were both found. They wouldn’t say a word to anyone about it. Some things can't be erased, no matter what you do. This is extremely violent and disgusting and full of angst. I mean there is some truly disgusting torture in this. I recommend that viewers are +18. If you are triggered easily, please leave. Ultimately, I can't control your actions but know that I've warned you and cannot be held accountable if you choose to read this.

WARNING R@pe, murder, torture, Su!cide, just some really triggering stuff WARNING

Dimly lit damp hallways seemingly stretched on forever as two bodies were dragged from a heavily secured truck and into the building, descending steps covered in mold and mildew. Neither responded as their gear dragged and scraped across the floor, weapons slowly being discarded and thrown on the ground for someone to later pick up. 

A mission gone wrong. That's what he would call it later when they were found. They wouldn’t say a word to anyone about it. 

König slowly woke up after an unknown amount of time, eyes adjusting to the darkness as he stayed still, knowing he was in danger due to the new settings and cuffs tied tightly around his wrists and ankles– in a different circumstance he would deem this kinky and laugh it off– but this time was different. 

He could feel the presence in the room with him, ominously waiting for him to make a move, knowing that the deadly man was currently defenseless. König knew a few things were very wrong, first off being that this was supposed to be an easy in-and-out mission, just to make sure that a camp they had already taken down was empty. It seemed as though it was in fact not empty; second being he had no idea where they were. His partner, his friend, his longtime comrade who was so close to being discharged. Just two more weeks. They weren’t even supposed to be going on this mission, but agreed on the terms that it would be the last mission they did with him. 

Everything suddenly got so messed up, they were doing fine, walking along the dirt path, almost finished with their round when König’s partner had screamed at them to get down as bullets flew, everything went black, then he was in a chair. 

Anxiety coursed through König, tensing his muscles as he tried to keep his body slack and breathing even. He had years of military training backing him up, so did his partner, they would be okay. He had to hope that they were okay. 

"Welcome back,” The presence circled around König until he was in front of him, revealing a tall man head to toe in black, weapons strapped to him, many more in places he couldn’t see König knew. “I’m glad to see you woke up. I thought for a while my guys had messed up and gave you the wrong dosage.” He smiled at the words, and it made something disgusting curl up into König’s stomach, curling around his lungs and squeezing them just tight enough for him to know it was a looming panic attack.

“Where am I?” König’s nostrils flared as he looked up, finally meeting the eyes of his capture; heart clenching more at the sight of the mask they usually wear laying on his face, the bottom half broken, and blood smeared across the rough cracks. “Where are they.”

“You don’t really think I’m going to tell you that do you? Although, I will say that your little friend is in the room across the hall. You’ll be joining them soon, don't you worry. ” The words didn’t feel reassuring.

“I brought you here for a very specific reason, mostly because I’m a petty bitch, but also because your organization fucked up my entire plan. Millions would be gone; I would have won . Instead, your team had to come and fuck everything up. Kill us, steal from us. We plan to take it back tenfold.”

He pauses as a loud bang is heard, echoing through the room as the light flickers a few times. When the man looks back at König, his smile is more tense than it was before, and König feels a brief flicker of hope before the screaming starts.

He knows those screams; he had heard those screams only two times before. Once when his partner had been holding the new recruit, dead in their arms, only eighteen. And the second when they had been shot in the shoulder, shattering their shoulder blade.

König’s blood runs cold, adrenaline rushing through his veins as a thin veil of sweat covers his skin, making the fabric of his mask stuffy. 

“It seems my comrade decided to start without me. Pity really.” The man goes behind König once more, scraping something metal against the cement floor and raises it above his head. “Night night.” 

König awakes once more with a start, blistering pain pounding in his head as a migraine begins to form. “Welcome back sleeping beauty.” The man's voice is cheerful, and he now has a bottle of beer in his hand as he relaxes back against the chair he’s sitting in. “Woke up right in time for the show.” He grins maliciously and points his beer forwards to gesture for König to look over at the glass window they were sitting in front of.

König’s breath caught and the pain in his chest came back at the sight of his partner sitting naked on the metal chair, legs spread as liquid slowly dripped down their somewhat murky legs and the twisted legs of the chair.

Their face was knocked back as they laid unconscious, blood slowly oozing out of their calf half, mixing with the milky substance and pooling around the metal of the cuffs on their ankles and down onto the cement floor.

König felt like vomiting, disgusted at the sight. Who would do this to someone? Had they been awake for it all? 

Another man stepped into the room, grinning over at the glass as he made a circle with his hands, rutting his hips forward towards the glass to indicate what he was about it do. 

“No!” König yelled, louder than he’s ever remembered yelling as he began fighting against the cuffs on the chair, just noticing the rope tied around his waist, securing him from moving too much.

“Scream as loud as you want,” The man sitting next to him said, having waited until König had stopped his screaming to speak, lifting the beer to take a swig of it. “They can’t hear ya’.”

König really thought he was going to vomit this time as the man in the room unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall to the ground before he turned the chair sideways; giving the two men outside of the room the perfect side profile of the events that were about to occur. The man slapped his partner's cheek a few times before shrugging and simply shoving two fingers inside their mouth, swirling it around before holding it open and shoving his cock in, groaning at the feeling as he knocked his head back. 

He wasted no time in quickly thrusting, chasing his own high, not caring whether or not they woke up to find their mouth being molested. It’s a few more minutes of König painfully watching as his partner is degraded, completely unaware of it all as they’re dead to the world, chair creaking as the man speeds up before gripping onto his partner's hair tightly, tugging as he stops his hips. He pulls out, looking down at them with a sneer before spitting in their mouth, shoving their head down as much as it would allow to let the cum and spit drop out, preventing them from choking. 

The man pulls up his pants before turning to the window, giving a mocking bow, “Left ‘em alive, as you asked, Sir.” The statement is more condescending than anything as he exits the room, leaving behind König’s partner, head lulled forward as liquid drips down their chin and onto their bare chest. 

“Wasn’t that a good show?” The man sitting next to König slaps his hand onto his knee, giving a cheer for the disgusting events that just occurred.

“You’re sick ,” König growls, fists clenching so hard against the chair he was in that he could feel his short fingernails begin to break.

“Ah uh,” The man puts a finger up and tsk’s, “Not sick, purely angry. Revenge is rather sweet, wouldn't you say?” 

“I don’t sugar.” König counters, and the man simply smiles gleefully at the remark.

“And I have a sweet tooth, crazy that. Now watch the rest of the show.” 

Another man enters this time, different from the last. He smiles up at the window, giving a salute. He turns around and pulls out a rolling table with needles on it and sends a quick smile towards the mirror once more before putting on silicone medical gloves. He grabs a syringe, tapping it a few times before placing it onto König’s partner's arm, distributing it quickly before grabbing another one. 

“Flumazenil and Naloxone,” The man next to König confirms, “Man's best friend let me tell ya’.”

The man takes off his gloves and puts the table back into the corner of the room where he had grabbed it from and left the room. Leaving a tense silence, anguish resting in the air as the seconds ticked by. 

Eventually, König could see their body twitch on the other side of the window, then slowly their head lifted up to reveal tear filled eyes. “Fuck.” The swore, spitting onto the ground before knocking their head back against the back of the metal chair, seemingly not caring about the loud bang emanating from it. 

Their chest began to heave as a woman entered the room this time, a mask covering the bottom half of her face. She stood tall and regal, afro pulled up into perfection, making her look innocent if it weren’t for the knife she held in her hand. 

“Ello las,” She greeted in a low Scottish drawl, smiling as she made her way over to her target. “‘Ow ‘ave the boys been treatin’ ya’?” She looked down at their still open legs and tsk’ed, slowly circling them with the dull side of the knife to their neck. König could see the anxiety in their eyes as they tried to breath as shallowly as possible, knowing it was the dull side of the knife but still not wanting to be cut by the woman in front of them.

A small trail of blood begins trailing down their collarbone as the woman cuts, before sliding back to look at her work. “Real beauty, shame to see it go ta’ waste. Might just carve ma’ name into ya’. You’d like that, yeah?” 

König clenches his teeth at the sound of their whispers, desperate pleas to please stop leaving their mouth like a prayer. The woman smiles at this and cups their cheek, wiping away the tears that were now openly falling down their cheeks. 

“Don’t cry love, only gonna hurt a lil’.” She smiles a twisted smile before getting on her knees, going in between their legs to scoot as close to them as possible, making a quick Knick at the bottom of their chest, center of the ribcage, and one at the lower stomach, right above the faint happy trail. 

König sees them hiss out at the feeling before they open their mouth in a silent scream as her knife cuts, about a centimeter if König had to guess, a long line drawn out diagonally, “K,” She holds the letter as she continues to drag the other two lines across before pulling back slightly and laughing at the sight. 

She continues on slowly, singing each letter she carves until a full name is spelled. Seven letters in total, over twenty minutes of excruciating pain before the woman pulls back, standing back onto her heels. Kendall.

“Beautiful.” She drags a finger across their stomach, digging a nail in a little before bringing it up to the light, looking pleased at the blood coating her finger. “Aye boss? Mind if I do somethin’ real quick?” 

“Sure,” The man sitting next to König nods, and the woman smiles, rocking onto her heels, “Just don’t kill them.” 

She shrugs, a playful smile on her face. “It probably won’t. ‘Least not for a while.” 

König’s partner has gone back to sobbing, eyes squeezed shut as their legs shake, whimpers leaving their mouth every few seconds as the knife slowly trails up their legs. 

They don’t have any idea what’s going on, so far gone at this point to comprehend anything behind the pain, but they know it's bad. 

The woman plunges the small knife up the hole between the crevice of their thighs, her manic laughing mixing with their screams of anguish, voice breaking as they squeeze their eyes shut and nod their head back and forth, legs violently shaking. 

König squeezes his eyes shut, wishing he could block the noise out as he turns his head to the side, not willing to see his partner in such pain. The man sitting next to him grips his chin roughly, jerking it back so Konig is face right towards the window. “Open your eyes now or I order her to kill them.” The man whispers into König’s ear, making the male's eyes fly open. 

Years of military training couldn’t prepare him for the pain of seeing this, his mental walls tumbling down as the first tear broke the dam for the rest to fall down, not making a sound as his partner continued to scream, screaming at the woman in front of then to stop, begging for mercy. 

She stands, ripping the knife out of their hole and placing a quick, mocking kiss to their cheek before skipping out of the room, appearing at the doorway next to the room König and the man were currently sitting in, a smile still plastered on her face. “So, he’s the lucky one, aye?” 

“Indeed.” The man next to him nods, standing from his spot with a groan, stretching his hands above his head. “Seems to have messed him up. Hasn’t talked shit in a good hour or so.” He jerked his head over to where König sat staring blankly at his partner, who was currently still sobbing, whole body shaking, thankfully their crying was beginning to quiet. 

“Imma go in with her next, watch him, ‘kay?” The man doesn’t wait for a response as he grabs the gun from the table next to where König sat. König hadn’t even noticed that was there, to preoccupied with watching his partner endure the endless torture that they had not been prepared for in training. 

The woman glanced over König, scanning his form before taking a few quick strides over to him and plopping herself onto his lap. “That was one, innit?” She places her head on König’s shoulder, ripping the mask off his face. König feels bare without it, the thought of someone seeing him without it on would normally send his nerves through the roof, but all he could do at the moment was blankly stare at where is partner now sat silently in the chair, chest rising shallowly their head dropped down to their chest.

“Ya’ a pretty one, aren’t ya’?” She runs a finger down his cheek, “Wonder what I could do with ya’ before ‘e finishes with ‘er.” König closes his eyes as he sees the man who had been sitting next to him for hours enter the room, malice in his eyes with a cheerful look on his face.

“How are you faring?” The man asks, using the gun to tilt their head up. “This is what you get for stealing.” 

“I didn’t take anything.” They whimper, “I’m not a thief.” 

The man's face curls up in disgust as he raises the gun, shooting their shoulder with no hesitation. The same shoulder König remembers them screaming about before. 

They don’t scream this time.

An unknown amount of time later, König sat slack against the chair, eyes blinking slowly as the woman giggled maniacally on his lap, his pants pulled back to his knees as he stared at his partner, eyes glazed over as he looked over the two new shots, a large pile of blood pooling on the ground.

They weren’t making any noises this time outside of small whimpers, barely lifting their head up to breath anymore.

“HANDS IN THE AIR!” König recognizes Price’s voice yell into the room, his unit trailing in behind him before he gestures to Ghost and Soap to handle the woman and König while he and a few others deal with the man in the room, currently oblivious to what was happening. 

“Oh no,” The woman pouts, “I guess our time is over then, huh?” She lifts her hands up, and Soap promptly slaps the knife out of the woman's hands, cuffing her as Ghost pats König’s cheek harshly. 

“König,” He says, and the sound echoes within König’s ears. “König, pay attention to me. Are you hurt?” König thinks he manages to shake his head, because Ghost’s eyes shine with worry as he lifts König’s large body up and carried him out of there. 

König winces as he’s met with a harsh light of a sunrise. 

A new day.

König can hear Price and Ghost’s hushed whispers from outside his hospital room, and he knows what happened. He knows they couldn’t have made it from the looks of how much blood they lost. 

He felt so fucking pathetic. If he had just listened to their warning sooner, noticed the sniper sooner, they wouldn’t be in this situation at all.

Their whispers stop and Ghosts enters his room, silently clicking the door shut behind him. “How are you doing?” He questions. König doesn’t speak, he hasn’t spoken to anyone in the four days he’s been lying in this hospital bed. He’s so tired.

The nurses took away his TV remote when he had turned it up so loud it was blaring on the floors above and below him, hoping if he got it loud enough he would be able to block out the sounds of their screaming and her laughter. 

Ghost sighs, having expected König to be unresponsive. “They’re not dead…in surgery actually. We don’t know much as of yet. But I know that it’s going to be a long one. Longer than anyone you or I have had to endure.” 

König feels a tear fall. He hates himself for it, he hates that he's showing this much weakness. He was supposed to be strong. He was supposed to be deadly. He was supposed to protect them. 

Ghost places a firm hand on König’s shoulder, squeezing lightly before exiting the room, his arm reaching up to hug around Soap’s shoulder, leaning his head to the side to give a slight reassuring bonk before he closes the door, blocking König out from the world once more.

“We gather here today to mourn the loss of a soldier, a friend, a family member, a partner. They were so much, fighting until the very end.” The old man says, the light shining down on his holy white robes seemed mocking to König, who stood at the back of the crowd, standing with Ghost on one side and Soap on the other. “They will be missed. Know that they have moved onto a better place, lifted higher above, and are no longer in pain.” He said a quick prayer before placing a white rose on the flag covered coffin. 

The others followed behind one by one, until König stood at the front of the line, looking directly into the photo of them smiling, the photo being only from a few months ago, arms over the shoulders of their closest friends. König’s own smile mocks him as he stares. 

Ghost gently urges him forward and König snaps his sight back onto the coffin, now covered in white roses. He clenches his jaw and swallows, willing the tears back.

It seemed to König that all he did nowadays was cry. People believed that he was so unstable that they made him go on mandatory leave. Ghost and Soap heading over with meals at least twice a week, forcing König to eat something and shower. 

Price was forcing him to go to therapy, stating he wouldn’t allow him back if he didn’t. König didn’t see why it would help, all his therapist did was yap the whole time while he stayed silent, counting down the minutes until the session was over. 

König placed the rose on top of their coffin, making their death somehow feel more final than it was before, despite knowing that he had watched the escalation of it happening right before his eyes. 

He turned away from the grave and walked away, not being able to bare the sight of the grave going down.

_______________________________________

Five months later he himself was brought down. The fresh gravestone with his name on it right next to theirs.

just wanted to point out if anyone comes at me for this being bland this was personally triggering for me while writing this so like shut up?

#konig cod #konig angst #cod #cod angst #ODDBAll08 #cod death #suicide #tw torture #incorrect use of knife #the sharp side #stabbing #death #may be triggering #rape #kidnapping #murder #some really messed up stuff #konig needs a hug #we all need a hug #i was born to write angst #now you must deal with it #this is all because my one friend got me into the fandom and now i am stuck in it and even though i can never consume the original content #because i suck at first person shooter games konig is still babygirl and im sorry for what ive done #sad #cry #dont read this #please #but also i need validation #so #like you do you boo

[onedaughterofman]

Untitled vignette #4

Summary: Glowing eyes, sharp fangs, cold breath and thick accent... You know what Papa is.

Pairing: Papa Emeritus x g/n reader.

Tags/warning: Humor. Crack fic. This is an ode to those cringy fics we used to read when we were teens. Please don't kick me out of the fandom.

Under the pale moon, Papa's eyes cast a faint glow. Almost like a feral animal, his blown pupils burn into your body with an intensity capable of shaking you to the core.

Down your spine, the shivers trace a pattern over your skin. It's cold in the Ministry's backyard, and the shadows have made of every corner they room. It's also incredibly silent, only the eerie whisper of the wind breaking the slumber.

"Walk with me, my love."

Papa's commanding voice leaves no room for hesitation. As in a trance, your feet follow him through the stone path without your mind being completely conscious of their movement. The dark tree tops sway and dance to an eternal melody. You wonder if just like the leaves inevitably get tangled in the wind and become one with it, you have no choice but to perform this dance with Papa.

Whether you are trapped in his raw strength or caught in his subtle charm, it doesn't matter. Your hand clings to the arm he offers, nails scratching the soft material of his finely detailed habits.

Bathed by the moon and embraced by the shadows, Papa resembles an apparition, a phantom ready to sink his claws on you and drag you to the underworld.

Is it purgatory your destiny? Or will you rejoice in Hell for eternity? If hell is the answer, you pray to the Dark Lord to let you bring Papa with you.

To be forever, as one, hugged by the eternal flames. What a bliss.

"We are alone," Papa speaks up, musing on his words."Are you scared?"

You are. Much like a mouse trapped between the paws of a playful cat, you feel like he is only leading you to your demise. And worse, you are following him willingly.

"Yes," it's the reply. Papa's pupils burn on your face as he comes to a stop, one eyebrow twitching in a small surprise.

"Why?" He asks, breathless. Hidden by the darkness, his face looks gaunt and sharper. Still, his teeth cast a faint reflection of the moonlight. "You are aware of my feelings for you."

"That's the problem." The sound of your frantic heart muffles the words. "Often I fear your feeling will consume to the core."

"Would that be too bad?" The sharp nails barely graze on your cheekbone. "Wouldn't that be romantic? To get completely undone under my yearning for you."

Standing on the patio, Papa appears to be divine. There's something wrong with him, you know it. You have known it from the beginning, but chose to ignore it in favor of letting yourself fall for his charm.

His deadly, mocking charm. And you lie to yourself every day, ignoring the harsh truth behind devilish appeal.

"We can't keep doing this," you plead with him, turning around to escape his stare. "I can't keep ignoring the warning signs inside my head."

For a long moment, Papa absentmindedly nods. "You have noticed it, then."

Step after step, he moves closer. The grace of his body makes it seem like he's floating down the stone path. When he's behind you, his arms curl on your figure, trapping it.

Your heart jumps inside your chest. Papa doesn't let go, even if you squirm. You have become his prey, and he's an avid, hungry predator, ready to sink his fangs on your tender flesh.

"Say it," Papa commands. Cold air hits the exposed skin of your neck before he tilts his head to press his lips over the same spot. "I need you to say it."

"I know what you are," you gasp. His lips press again on your neck, teeth lightly grazing it.

"Say it."

Swallowing doesn't untie the knot in your throat. You can't speak, for the weight of your accusation might be too heavy for your tongue. Papa isn't a regular man, that's for sure. He is entirely something else. Something far more scary.

"You are…" You begin, trembling. If it weren't for the firm support of his arms, you'd be falling on the ground. "You are…"

The wind stops. In the night, not even the cicadas dare to sing. Papa squeezes tighter, holding his breath

"You are an Italian."

The sudden absence of his body behind yours is cold. You turn around, ready to meet his eyes. And there, a few steps away, he stands. There's surprise on his face, a bitter acceptance mixed with relief.

"Only a part, my love."

It doesn't matter to you. To love a man, an Italian one, is something you are not sure to be able to bear.

Still, when he looks at you full of yearn and the moon falls on him like a veil, it's hard to say no. Papa's extended hand finds yours, and he kisses the back of it in a silent invitation to love him, to stay for eternity.

Fuck. If he's the devil, or worse, you don't care. Everybody carries a curse with them in this world, and this is yours.

Ps: this is what a full day of job hunting does to a mf. I'm rejecting my humanity. I apologize for what you just read. Also, no offense intended towards the Italians.

Well, only a bit of offense 'cause that bureaucracy is personally haunting my ass. Fuck the ASL man. Fuck them

#shitghosting #papa emeritus x reader #dont read this #the author regrets nothing #but still #i need to be put down

[drcuriousvii]

If I could write fanfic I would be writing some absolute freak shit about them

#kokichi has a nulge and it never gets remarked upon #dont read this

[sin-content]

Kdhdkssjhdkdjdhd

:3.. this is fine pffft✨️

#seeing cool stuff happon is hard sometimes lmao x) #ANYWAY :3 #time to listen to music and draw #-w - hehe #dont read this #ignore it instead

[honeyrisuke]

oh what a surprise

for years now whenever I thought about dating someone or being intimate with someone I liked the thought, but ultimately realized that its not for me because im not independently okay enough. i dont have the confidence to just continue on with my life without worrying that the other person would realize im literally horrible and toxic to be around, or not making enough of an effort, etc etc- not to mention the other mental health issues that pop up at least once per week that you cant really hide when you are dating someone

and now i am dating someone and who wouldve known whats exactly whats happening!!! yayyyyyy

shes already taking her distance now so tbh i give it a month before she blocks my number and pretends to not know me at work

#rant #dont read this

[cat-eclipse-m]

i'm explaining everything in detail. this is just a huge vent post. dont read if you dont want to.

first off, image below doesnt need much context. a lot of times i skip meals even though i am famished, and sometimes it feels like a conscious decision instead of an instinct of being hungry. Sometimes i also feel like i dont deserve to eat if i fail a test that day or if i didnt give something my all. it goes so far that people need to threaten to force-feed me to get me to ingest food. i dont really eat in front of people either, only sometimes and i try to avoid it. my parents make comments on how much i eat, "oh wow you're eating a lot" "are you sure you can finish that?" "wow, that much that quickly?".

it gets super annoying and causes me to choose how much i eat in front of people. not sure if this is severe enough to be considered an ED, since i do eat all 3 meals on most days.

Image below hints at my trust issues. if you do something that hurts me, unintentional or not, i find it really hard to forgive you. sometimes, actually, even when people do say that they're not using me, i feel like they secretly are.

this one. this is the one that best describes it. incase the words aren't clear;

PINK; "KILL ME" "GRAB IT" "MURDER" "DIE" "KILL" "STAB YOURSELF" "KNIFE"

GREEN; "KYS." "LAUGH MORE" "HYSTERIA" "MANIA" "PSYCH WARD WORTHY"

BLUE; "ASSHOLE" "DEATH" "ROPE" "HANG YOURSELF" "CRY ABOUT IT"

i find myself on the brink of insanity everytime i'm miserable. its pathetic, i know. i refer to myself as "psych ward worthy" because my behaviour is questionable and insanity is near. sometimes i snap at people and make rude remarks when i dont mean to. i dont think before saying or doing something. i am pathetic.

i am being medicated and seeing a therapist, before any of you ask.

#vent #dont read this #long text

[moralesirl]

blah blah rant/vent bc my irl friends make me upset

i talk too much, and i know ‘s an issue. but sometimes it just.. i don’t know dude it makes me upset when my friends are actively ignoring me when ‘m trying to talk, i know ‘m talkative n’ ‘ll go on long rambles but feeling ignored makes me upset?? like??? ‘m trying to talk n’ they’ll ignore me. like today at the boba shop, they messed up my order. i was too shy to go up there, so i asked my best friend n’ she looked at me n’ said ‘you’re a grown man do it yourself.”

yeah i ended up drinking the boba anyways, it wasn’t bad it was just the wrong flavor.

it just makes me upset. i don’t know why.

#kyoscrayons #small vent #blah blah #dont read this

[jonesyexe]

𝖏𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖞 .

☹︎ miles heizer + he/him + cis man  – have you seen “ jonesy ” around long beach? the twenty year old can be spotted at the local blockbuster during their free time. word around the city is that they’re resilient and adaptable, yet, they can also be jaded and sarcastic, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently an assistant manager at groovey movies and have been in the city for their whole life. when i think of them, i think of 7/11 cups covering the floor of a beat up car, tangled headphones in your front pocket, and undeveloped rolls of forgotten film of in a box in the back of a closet. they’re typically seen walking the streets of long beach with their camcorder. let’s hope the city treats them well!

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘

full   name   :   joseph jones .

nicknames :  jonesy .

age   :  twenty   .

zodiac   :  libra .

place   of   birth   :  long beach, CA  .

occupation   :   assistant manager @ groovey movies   .

sexual   orientation   :   homosexual   .

personality   :   loyal   ,   jaded   ,   compassionate   ,   insecure   ,   observant   ,   reserved  ,     sarcastic   ,   defiant    .

𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

faceclaim   :   miles  heizer  .

hair   colour   :  light   brown  .

eye   colour   :  blue   .

tattoos   :  none    .

piercings   :   none   .

𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞

Jonesy was born and raised in the suburbs of Long Beach raised on TV dinners and jeopardy. His parents were hippies who got together, vowing to never settle down and instead to live freely. However, when his mother got pregnant with their first kid, reality came to a head. Soon they were looking into school districts and jobs with decent benefits. A perfect nuclear family was soon moving into the suburbs. Though that wasn’t for long. It was never the life that his mother wanted, she started to get antsy and soon enough she was out the door without a word. 

Their dad was never the same after she left. He became closed off, distant, and strict. It eventually became too much for his older sister and she set off too. The only she left him was a promise to come back for him and an old copy of a Sonic Youth CD. So eventually it was just him and his dad. Jonesy had never been able to break past his dad’s cold facade and finds it difficult to relate to him. Most of the time he’s pretty sure his dad hates him and only puts up with him because Jonesy pays him half of the rent.

Jonesy can be a bit of a smart mouth, pessimistic, and frankly a bit of a loser. He’s always been reserved and prefers to live life from behind the camera, recording memories instead of living them himself. However, recently he’s been getting antsy, he’s about to start his last year of university and enter the adult world and worries that he might have missed out on some vital college experiences. He wants to make mistakes, that is if he’s able to get out of his own way.

𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘

His guitar is an old gibson he bought at the flea market named Roxanne. 

Loves Golden Boy Peanuts. Will go out of his way to stock up at the nearest asian market.

Total gamer, literally will carry his gameboy everywhere he goes.

He always has a disposable camera or video recorder on him, ready to catch candid moments. 

𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

ride or die, muses and actors to star in his short film ideas, hookups, beard, unrequited crush ( either end ),  mentor/bad influence,  distant childhood friends, friends turned enemies.

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#90s.intro #dont read this #ill have to update this when im not running on 3 hours of sleep redbull and a dream