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The Darker Side Of You

Mr. Freezy ~ One Shot

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I’d been contemplating this for a while, but when I read @jtargaryen18‘s one shot, Final Girl, I just felt like I had to (her writing is so amazing and so is she!). Thank you so much @jtargaryen18, for giving me feedback and being the first reader!! I’m letting y'all know now, this shit is dark and ONLY 18+. If you’re not into dark fics, please do not read this. For those of you who do, I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 9,283

Warnings: SMUT, non-con, dub-con, talks of murder, talks of dismembered body parts, blood play/kink, swearing, abuse, drinking, oral sex (female receiving) (talk of male receiving), murder planning, manipulation, read at your own risk and responsibly.

Summary: Robert Pronge has had his eyes on you for a long time. What happens when he can’t hold back anymore?

I do not give consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone any of this behavior, this is purely for entertainment purposes only.

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You had no idea that he was watching you. How would you? He was so good at lurking in the shadows and playing coy. He was so good at faking. When  your parents passed away in a car wreck, you learned that they had left you their house. Seeing as you were fresh out of college at the time, you were more than happy to move into the fully paid off house. The first person to offer his condolences?

Robert Pronge.

You thought it strange that an ice cream man could afford such a nice house in a nice neighborhood, especially with his wife staying home to watch their son, but you figured that maybe he had done well with investing in stocks. Or, perhaps, that maybe his his parents had left him their house just as your parents had left you theirs. Whatever the reason was, it was not your business.

Oh how you’d wish you had been more curious. If only you knew what was in store for you.

When Robert’s son started taking a liking to you, you weren’t surprised to see Robert coming around more. You didn’t notice when he would stare at you for long periods of time, or clench his fist whenever you would bend over to pick up a book to read his son, or the way his eyes traced over you while you made dinner whenever you had them over for dinner.

You especially never noticed him watching you night after night in your bedroom. Dancing around to Fleetwood Mac, your favorite album, as you got undressed and got ready for bed. You were also completely in the dark about about the fact that he would sneak into your house while you were asleep. Sometimes to watch you sleep and other times to get off to you asleep. If only you had known how close you’d gotten to being kidnapped a few times.

If only, if only.

**

“How lucky are you to be married to an ice cream man on a day like today?” joke to Mrs. Pronge as you wipe the sweat on your brow.

“God, it really is a scorcher today isn’t it?” she responds, turning the fan on as high as it would go. “Robert?!” she calls from the kitchen.

No response.

“ROBERT?!”

Still no response.

“I never know where the hell he goes,” she chuckles before grabbing the keys to his ice cream truck “just grab yourself something from his truck,” she smiles at you before handing you his keys. “Something for me too!” she calls after you as you practically run to the truck.

When you go to pull the door open, you aren’t surprised to find it locked. However, you are surprised at how many locks you have to go through to get the door open.

‘He really wants to keep his ice cream safe, doesn’t he?’ he think to yourself as you climb inside the truck.

As you make your way to the back of the truck, a small smile comes to your face at the thought of Robert taking his son out with him during the summer, being his little helper. When get to the freezer, they’re three more locks to get through.

‘Make a mental note to ask him about all of these damn locks,’ you think to yourself with a small laugh.

However your laugh quickly fades when you finally slide the door open and it reveals a frozen dead body inside. Before you have a chance to scream, an arm is around your waist and pulling you close, while a cloth is over your nose and mouth.

“Should’ve turned around when you had the chance, Sweetheart,” Robert chuckles in your ear, darkly, before you succumb to darkness.

**

“She didn’t say anything else? Everything seemed fine earlier, when I sent her to your truck for some ice cream,” Robert’s wife asks for what has to be the millionth time, worry evident in her tone.

“How many times do I have to tell you? She came to the truck while I was cleaning it, said she wanted some ice pops, she wanted to tip me for ‘em, ran inside her house, then she ran out and got in her car before speeding off. That was the last time I saw her,” Robert sighs, annoyed that his wife won’t just drop it.

“I know I know, I just...I hope she’s okay,” his wife sighs.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” he sighs, looking up at the clock. ‘She’ll be waking up soon,’ he thinks to himself. “I gotta go, I have to pick up that new order from Paul.”

“Why does he always give you these orders so late? It’s not-”

“I don’t know but if you wanna keep living in this nice house, I have to leave now!” Robert snaps, losing his patience and putting out his cigarette. “I’ll make sure not to wake up your or Tommy when I get in.”

He quickly made his way out of the house and got into his ice cream truck, practically speeding off as soon as the engine started.

He can’t explain what it is about you that makes him so crazy, but he knows that he needs to have you. He’s tired of waiting.

He had been waiting for years.

The first time he had seen you had been 3 years ago. He had just moved in with his little family. You had come home from college for the winter and the moment Robert laid his eyes on you, he was addicted.

You were a good girl.

Always wore modest clothes, watched her language, only brought one boy home (and Robert could tell from one look that he wasn’t satisfying you), and always did your best to be as helpful as possible.

The first time they spoke you were nothing but insanely sweet.

��Hi! My mom wanted me to drop this off for you and your family!” you beamed at Robert, holding out a pan full of lasagna.

“Oh! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Your parents have told us so much about you!” his wife gushed, pushing past him and taking the food from her.

Robert couldn’t help but stand there in a trance. He had never seen someone so...so pure. He had never wanted to destroy something so bad in his life.

“I thought that they’d be coming over with you?” she questioned, smiling at you.

“Oh, they would have loved to! However, my father is feeling under the weather, so we’re just staying in for the night. They both feel terrible though and send their apologies,” you smiled sympathetically.

“Oh, that’s awful! I’m so sorry! I hope he feels better soon!” his wife damn near cried, sympathy all over her face.

“Me too, it’s been like this for a while. Their doctor has been all backed up for a month, so we’re hoping to get him in before I go back to school, but I don’t want to dampen your holiday!” you smiled, though the tears brimming in your eyes spoke all the words you needed them to.

“Well, I’ll let you be on your way!” his wife quickly interjected. “We hope to see you all soon under better better circumstances, don’t we honey?” she questioned, nudging him softly.

“Of course we do,” Robert smiled warmly, suddenly remembering who he was supposed to be. How together he was supposed to be. “Maybe during the summer we can do something.”

He didn’t miss the way you smiled at him and he caught your gaze when you turned back to wave goodbye as you left.

The same look all women had.

He knew his scruffy and unkempt look made women who would never want him in a million years feral.

They’d seek him out in seedy bars, his truck when he was working in the park, and in the church parking lot when they were supposed to be good little housewives, praying for forgiveness about burning dinner.

Yes, all the neighborhood wives were the same, but he knew from the start that you were different. Even with the wives he forced himself on it never took much work because they always easily gave in. They only put up a fight to pretend they were good people. So they could later in life pretend they were once wronged.

So he waited and planned.

Waited for you to be desperate for him and planned a way for you to be all his.

The problem was no matter how drunk you got or how often you were alone with him, you never gave in to your desires. You’d never break up a “happy” home and you’d never sleep with someone you hadn’t been seeing for at least a month.

You were truly a good girl.

So, when your father’s sickness was diagnosed as cancer, Robert did his best to disguise his elation. It’s not like your father was in the best shape outside of the cancer, so he thought it would be a quick death. However, when he started to show positive signs a year or so later, Robert found himself back at square one.

Waiting.

That’s when he decided he’d act on his own accord.

He decided to wait until after you graduated because it was the least he could do. The middle of your senior year, your father’s cancer came back with a vengeance and, according to your mother, she didn’t think he’d last the rest of the year.

So, after graduation, Robert took it upon himself to do a mercy kill.

Your mother had always been an amazing cook and your father always spent time with Robert’s son.

Robert fucking up the brakes on your parents car was the nicest way he could speed up the process on what he wanted. At least your parents would be together.

Then the funeral came and went; you were so wrapped up in grief that you paid no attention to the adjustments made to your parents will. You had no clue that Robert had somehow managed to leave himself as the owner of the house that you would come to live in.

It wasn’t long after that, that you broke things off with your boyfriend. More grief and more crying, but Robert waited.

He’d make it all better.

When he arrives back at the warehouse, you’re just starting to stir. The most twisted grin comes to his face as locks the door and realizes that all of his fantasies are about to come true.

**

When you wake, you find yourself handcuffed to a bed and completely undressed, only left in your underwear.

‘What...Robert!’ you think, quickly remembering the last voice you heard and the last thing you saw...

“Even the underwear you wear is pure,” a deep voice chuckled.

As if on cue, Robert slowly emerges, not hiding the joy on his face at your terrified state. “Ro...Robert please,” you sob out “I didn’t see anything. I just...Samantha-”

“She didn’t know,” he chuckles “dumb cunt doesn’t know a thing about what I really do. What pays for that nice roof over her head,” he smirks, throwing his cigarette to the side. “ As for what you didn’t see, you saw exactly what I wanted you to see. So glad I waited for you to wake up this. It’s gonna be so much better,” he groans as he palms himself over his pants.

“Please don’t do this!” you cry out, yanking on the chains of your handcuffs. “I won’t say a word, I swear!”

“Oh, I know you won’t,” he chuckles darkly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. “I’m gonna make sure of that. You saw for yourself sweetheart, no one ever finds out anything. I’m extremely good at what I do. I’d tell you to go ask those nosey neighbors of yours from across the street, but they’ve been missing for some time, haven’t they?” he smirks in a sinister manner as he sets himself over you, laughing at the ear piercing scream that leaves your mouth, before caging you in between his two muscular arms. “I knew she’d send you to the truck cause it’s too fucking hot. Left that little gift there for you, so we could start this...relationship off with no secrets. So you’d be assured that no one could ever hurt you. No one but me,” he finishes as he hovers over you.

If you weren’t so terrified of what was about to happen, you would’ve been turned on. You always found Robert attractive and you were pretty certain he was attracted.

Well now you’re certain.

Robert is good looking and he knows it. His long hair, stupid mutton chop that would’ve looked horrendous on anyone else, and his body. You’d thought about what it would be like under that body a few times, but you would never act on it.

Never. He’s married.

That doesn’t seem to matter at all, as you quickly realize that everything you thought about him is a lie.

Almost in an instant, he’s on you dropping desperate and hungry kisses all over your neck and chest, while his hands work on tearing off your bra apart.

If anything were to have ever happened between you and Robert, this is the last was the last thing you imagined.

How could you have been so dumb? So naive? It’s not like you never saw him leaving the house extremely late and coming back in the wee hours of the morning. The little red dots on his shirt that you always suspected were strawberry syrup stains? Definitely confirmed as blood now.

“You don’t have to do this! No one has to know, I promise-”

“Sorry Sweetheart,” he huffs, pulling your panties down “I’ve waited far too long for you. Plus, by the sight of this wet pussy, you’ve waited far too long too long, too” he smiles up at you.

“No!” you weep, mortified at the arousal gathering between your legs. You definitely don’t want this.

“Should’ve killed your parents a long time ago, baby,” he all but whispers before licking your clit with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t miss the gasp at the realization of what happened to your parents and the pleasure between your legs. “That’s right baby, needed to make sure I could keep you close by forever. Needed to make sure I have access to this pussy whenever I want. Such a good girl,” he groans before dipping down between your legs.

You do your best to fight the moans that leave your mouth, but he’s relentless. Bringing you off as much as he desires and letting out a pathetic moan whenever you coat his tongue with what desires most. You try to wrap your legs around him and choke him out, but his muscles make it easy for him to force your legs apart and keep them apart. He loves your fighting spirit and lets you know that when he forces two fingers inside of you, still eating you out with more energy than anyone has before, keeping his eyes on you to watch you come undone each time.

Shame and horror course through your as you come undone for him time after time, back arching as you grab at nothing since you’re still cuffed to the bed. You hate how he can make you feel so euphoric knowing all the sick and twisted things he’s capable of. The sick and twisted things he’s done.

“Knew you’d love this,” he smirks after getting you off with his tongue and fingers for a final time.

“Robert...please,” you pant, not necessarily sure what you’re begging him for.

“I don’t think you want me to stop, Doll,” he smirks, unbuttoning his pants.

“This isn’t-”

“I could hear you with that old boyfriend of yours, you never made the sounds with him that you just made for me now.”

“No, no, NO! Robert, your wife and-”

“I could kill her tonight and not lose an ounce of sleep. My son? Just collateral damage baby,” he smiles sadistically as he strokes himself. “Gonna destroy this pussy so much tonight and every other night. You’re all mine,” he huffs as he forces himself inside of you.

You cry out at the pleasurable pain, snapping your eyes shut and turning your head away.

“Oh sweetheart, is that how you thank me? Turning your head away after I got you off? After I prepared you for me?”

“Please stop!” you sob, trying to imagine yourself anywhere else but where you currently are.

“I’m done playing nice!” he yells, slapping you hard only making you cry more. “Eyes on me or me I swear to God I’ll make this the worst experience of you life!” he commands. You slowly open your eyes and turn your head towards him. “That’s a good little girl, gonna have you begging for my cock by time we’re done, baby.”

Robert isn’t gentle in his thrusts and he’s very vocal about how much he’s dreamed of fucking your tight little cunt. How he’s gotten off to at the sight of you sleeping in your silk gowns and while you dance around naked in your bathroom. When he feels you clench around him, a sick smile comes to his face.

“You like that, don’t you? Maybe you aren’t such a good girl after all,”

“N-no,” you sob out, ready to turn away but thinking better of it at the last moment. “It’s fucking sick!”

“Oh baby, the way your body is reacting to me is letting me know how much you love it. That’s okay baby, it’s okay to be a little slut,” he smirks.

Without even thinking, you spit in his face in pure anger and Robert doesn’t hesitate to slap with you full force.

You clench around him again.

“So that’s what it takes? Princess likes it rough? I can be as rough as you want me to be!”

Wrapping a hand around your throat he applies more pressure than you think you can handle, but you don’t want him to stop. You tell yourself its because you hope he kills you, but deep down in parts you’ll never talk about, you do like it.

He isn’t treating you like some delicate flower and he’s not afraid to hurt you. He’s using you like his own personal rag doll and it heightens everything for you. How could you be enjoying this? Getting off on him doing this to you? What the fuck does that say about you?

“You’re being such a good little slut for me tonight,” he whispers hotly in your ear, his hold on your throat getting tighter. “so much better than I thought you would be. Had no idea you could be so filthy,” he snarls just as the knot in your core tightens.

“I...hate...you” you gasp as you feel the knot snap and pitifully cry out in unwanted pleasure.

“Hate me all you want,” he growls as he chases his own release “but you don’t hate the way I fuck you.”

He gives himself a moment to get himself together before pulling out and grabbing his pack of cigarettes from his pants. He looks over at you as he stands up and lights his cigarette, a sick smile coming to his face as you cry and curl into as much of a ball as you can.

“Get yourself together,” he laughs as he walks off “we’re just getting started.”

**

3 Weeks Later...

The only time Robert wasn’t fucking you was when he wasn’t at the warehouse. Whenever he came back, he desperately needed to be inside you.

Especially when he was drunk.

“Never knew I could be inside someone so perfect,” he drunkenly moaned the first Friday you two spent together. “Never knew someone could feel this good,”

“Robert,” you sighed, pathetically fighting against him. You honestly didn’t know why you tried anymore. “Please, just let me-”

“Stop it princess,” he grunted, harshly pulling your hair “just let me make you feel good. We both know that I’m the only one whose ever satisfied you.”

“You murdered my parents!”

“Your father was gonna die anyway! I did him a fucking favor!”

“And my mother?!”

“They’re together! Considering what I do and how I handle things, I was pretty fucking considerate, don’t ya think, doll?” he questioned, pounding into you harder from behind. When you didn’t respond, he chuckled darkly with a small hiccup.

He knew he had you. “See Princess? I’m not so terrible.”

“You’re a fucking murder amongst other things,” you moaned, as you felt release coming on. “You’re a monster!”

“Don’t say that,” Robert moaned pathetically, before starting to trail kisses up and down your neck, his own movements starting to become erratic. “Let me take care of you!” he all but shouted as you both came undone at the same time.

You hated drunk Robert, because he almost made you forget. Forget that he was a monster and you were his little sex pet. Almost forget that he does terrible and vile things to other people just because. Almost forget that he completely fucked up your life in all the worst ways.

Drunk Robert was cautious but affectionate. He didn’t let you out of his sight, not even to use the bathroom, but he wanted to keep you in his arms. He wanted you as close to him as possible so he could kiss you all over whenever he wanted to. He liked you on his lap to watch TV on the couch in the little area he set up for you. He loved cuddling you close and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck when he finally decided it was time to sleep.

Yes, drunk Robert was a charmer to say the least, but it all went away when he sobered up and that’s what made you hate drunk Robert the most. He never stayed long enough to let you truly forget.

When sober Robert came back, it was always with a vengeance.  

Sober Robert always made up for the affectionate actions of drunk Robert.

“You’re going to tell her whatever she wants to hear, understand me? I’m tired of her fucking crying about how worried she is about you,” he snarled, holding a gun to your head.

He had come back in a particularly terrible mood on Monday. His wife wouldn’t stop asking questions and trying to figure out if she should call the police or not, and his son wouldn’t stop whining about how much he missed you. Robert had had enough.

“Don’t try anything funny cause I’ll kill them both right in front of you, before giving you the worst night of your life, you understand?!” he questioned angrily, pressing the gun harder against your head.

You sobbed softly and nodded listening to the phone ring, waiting for an answer at the other end of the line.

“Hello?” Samantha finally answered, clearly occupied by something else.

“Hey! It’s Y/N!”

“Oh my God! Are you okay?! I’ve been worried sick!”

“I’m fine, I’m so sorry to worry you! I’ve just been so busy since I got to my friend’s place! She’s going through a really bad-” you gasped when you felt Robert force himself into you, gun still pressed to the side of your head.

“Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine, fine! Just saw a rat and it scared the hell out of me,” you forced out a chuckle to mask the moan threatening to leave your mouth. “I’m just taking care of my friend for now!”

“God, you’re such a perfect little whore,” Robert whispered in your other ear. “You love this, don’t you? She has no idea I’ve been fucking you senseless and you love it, you dirty little thing,” he coos before biting down hard on your earlobe, making you clench around him desperately and hating yourself for it.

“As long as you’re okay!” Samantha practically sang into the phone. “Tommy will be so relieved! When will you be back?”

“I’m not s-sure,” you stuttered as Robert started to bite and suck on your neck “it all depends on when she gets better from her divorce, it’s been nasty.”

“Poor thing! Well you have nothing to worry about! I remembered where your parents kept the spare key and I’ve been sending Bobby over to keep the house in order and everything! It’ll be good as new when you get home!”

“Thank you so much and please thank Mr. Pronge for me-”

“Please call him Bobby,” she laughed.

“Please thank Bobby for me when you see him,” you say, fighting the urge to scream at the situation you found yourself in. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what the hell Robert had done to your parent’s house. “I have to go now...”

“Of course, of course! Call me if you need anything!” she called before hanging up.

You knew it wasn’t her fault, because Robert was amazing at what he did, but how could Samantha be so blind? How could she not see all the clues?

It was one thing for you not to see them, you weren’t his wife, but for her to just not question anything? It made your blood boil.

That’s why you let him fuck you senseless that night. You hated the situation you were in and you hated that she was so clueless to it all. You had come to the conclusion that she preferred to stay in the dark about as long as it kept a roof over her head, which was a huge part as to why you were trapped in your current situation.

Robert loved to tell you that out of all the women he fucked in the little suburban area you both called home, your pussy was the best he had ever had.

How the fuck could she be so blind to all of it? There’s no way she didn’t see the side looks, hear the snickers, or know the little giggles in passing were at her expense.

No, she had to know and she just let it happen. She let what was happening to you, happen.

You knew you’d never be able to physically hurt her, because you didn’t have it in you, but letting Robert fuck you like his own personal sex toy? You knew it would kill her to her core, so it all started to become easier.

Well...to an extent.

It was easier when you allowed yourself to forget who he was, what was happening, what he did, and what he was doing.

But what you heard at the beginning of the week made it all come to a halt.

“I don’t ask you for shit!” Robert almost yelled from outside of the room he kept you in when he business partners over.

“I’ve told you almost a million times,” another voice responded, a bit deeper and slightly exasperated “I don’t kill women and children!”

“Listen Kuklinski,” Robert started in a warning tone “I can’t do it myself, I’ll have too much heat on me!”

“I’m not killing your wife and son, find someone else who’s sick enough to do it!”

“I’d do it for you!”

“Lucky for you, that’s something I’d never ask of you,” the man responds, venom dripping in his voice.

You hear heavy footsteps retreating and a frustrated Robert yell and slap a wall.

He fucked you until you were too blissed out to talk that night.

That was when you decided that enough was enough. To kill you or his wife was one thing, but his son? You would never be able to deal with that.

“You need to let me go or kill me,” you sigh after your latest porn session with Robert, waiting for the camera to be tucked away.

His sick smirk slowly appearing as he lights a cigarette, “what makes you think I’d kill you?”

“I honestly don’t know what you’d do, but this can’t keep going on. Your wife-”

“Watch it,” he warned.

“Your wife will grow suspicious the longer I’m away. You either need to kill me or let me go back home. I won’t say anything and it’s not like anyone would believe me anyway. Not with how you have everyone fooled,” you sigh, laying back down, forcing yourself to ignore the disgust you feel towards yourself.

You’re literally the sex slave of a crazed serial killed, who clearly had no boundaries. You have even, in a way, become okay with it. Yeah, he’s terrible, but he’s all you have at this point. Waking up to a bed that isn’t empty? Pretty fucking nice, even if the guy sound asleep and holding you is a complete monster.

“Is someone mad because I had her fooled?” he snickers, getting on the bed and hovering over you, cigarette still in his mouth. “If I kill you, I can’t fuck this beautiful little pussy anymore, or that tight little ass.”

“A real fuckin’ Greek tragedy,” you reply as you roll your eyes.

“You really hate it here that much?”

“Are you fuckin’ stupid?” you shoot back at him. Your fear of him had almost completely disappeared.

Ever since he fucked you while holding a gun to your head while you spoke to his wife, which is something he really got off on, you can’t find it in you to give much of a fuck anymore.

He’s clearly crazy and doesn’t give a fuck about much, that includes you.

“You leave me in here all day, half the time I’m tied up, you feed me garbage, I haven’t been outside for weeks, all I have to keep me company when you’re gone is a fuckin’ TV and radio, the only conversations we have is when you talk about the frustrations of your work days as you aggressively fuck me, you killed my parents, and you’re keeping me isolated from the few family and friends I have left. Yes Robert, I fucking hate it here,” you huff, your glare finally meeting his gaze.

He throws his cigarette down to the ground (and you pray it sets the whole place aflame) before he starts to stroke himself. “You know that there’s nowhere you can run and hide from me, right?”

“I would never be dumb enough to believe that,” you moan as he forces himself into you.

“You talk to anyone and I’ll snap that pretty little neck of yours. Understand?”

“Perfectly,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he starts to pick up the pace.

“So fuckin’ responsive to me and you just want me give you up,” he groaned, before stopping. “Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby.”

“Robert, what the fuck-”

“Christ, just fuckin’ do it!” he snapped. “If this is my last night having you here, I’m gonna do what I fucking want.”

“Isn’t that how I ended up in this shit hole in the first place?” you mumbled, but do what you’re told none-the-less.

You let out a reluctant moan when he stands up, pulling you closer to him and further down on his cock, and he snickered. “You’re still gonna deny that you don’t love my cock being inside you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you huff, annoyed that you can’t hide anything from him. Especially when he’s inside of you. You also hate the fact that after only 3 weeks with him you’ve learned a few things about yourself that you don’t like.

“That mouth,” he smirks “you’re not afraid of me anymore, huh?”

“I’m terrified of you, but what’s the point? No matter how much beg or how good I am, you’re still going to do whatever you want at the end of the day. So what’s the point of mincing words? If you’re going to do whatever you want to me anyway, I may as well make it well known how much I hate you for ruining my life. Ruining me.”

“I’m giving you back, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, we’ll see how that comes back to bite me in the ass,” mutter as he opens the door. “Where the hell are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” he smiles in a way that makes your stomach turn.

Robert never let you out of that room. He has the place where he keeps you set up like an apartment, so you never see what goes on. You hear what goes on and the plans that get made, but you’ve never actually seen it. When you turn your head to look behind you, you can’t stop yourself when a high pitched scream leaves your mouth.

A bloody stone basin with dismembered body parts. Fingers, arms, legs a severed head....why the fuck would he-

Then it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Fuck no! You can’t be that fuckin’ sick!” you yell, turning your attention back to him with what you’re sure is the most horrified look on your face.

“Yes I fuckin’ am,” he smirks as he sets you down on the edge of the basin “and I have a feeling you’re gonna love it.”

You cling to him as if your life depends on it out of pure horror and you hear him chuckle.

“Just let yourself enjoy it, Sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear before starting to pound into you.

“I fucking hate you!” you cry out, eyes clenched shut.

“I know you do,” he groans “and I love it.”

Robert wraps a bloody hand around your throat and you grip onto him tighter, nails digging into him as he fucks you harder with each pump. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you slowly open your eyes. You’re mortified at the site of blood all over you, all over the counter top, and body parts everywhere. You look down in the basin only to be met with lifeless eyes.

You’re living a real life nightmare.

‘How is the guy who gets drunk and tells me how I’m the only person who makes him feel something other than anger and hate, the same guy who can ruthlessly murder and dismember people? No matter what they’ve done...they can’t deserve this...can they?’ you think as you feel the knot in core start to tighten.

“Fuck,” you breathlessly moan.

“There’s my good girl, I knew you’d love this,” he smirks before biting and sucking on his neck.

‘How can he be soft with me, then go out and do this? Why am I being spared?’ you continue your inner monologue, trying to fight off your orgasm.

“Stop fighting me!” he growls, tightening his hold around your neck.

“No, I refuse-”

“Refuse what? Cause so far, you’ve taken everything I’ve given you and you despite what you say, you fucking love it!” he snickers, pushing harder into you, hitting the mark that drives you insane.

“I hate it and I hate you!” you moan, finally giving in and letting your orgasm wash over you.

“Doesn’t feel like you hate me all that much, Princess,” he sighs before claiming your lips with his.

That almost makes you stop in your tracks. Hes never kissed your before. Sure, on your neck and legs, but never your lips. That’s forbidden and unheard of, for both of you, because there’s unspoken rule that that’s crossing a line.

When you both break away, breathless, there’s something in eyes that’s new. Something that you’ve never seen before and you can’t place your finger on it. “I told you: tonight, I’m gonna do what I fucking want, and you’re gonna stop being such a bitch and quit fighting me,” he spat before slapping you, hard.

You hate that he knows how much you love that.

But you don’t stop him. You don’t stop him when fucks and chokes you so hard that you’re crying. You don’t stop him when he makes you admit that you love the roughness of it all and truth of what he does, and you don’t even stop when he makes you admit aloud he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had.

You let him get down on his knees and ruin you with his tongue. The feeling of his stupid mustache on your overstimulated bundle of nerves always had you screaming for him. He fucked you with his tongue and fingers until your will to fight him was gone.

“Fuck Robert,” you moan gripping his hair still trying determine if you want him to stop or to keep going.

“That’s right Kitten, purr for me,” he mumbles between your legs, smiling at view of you being a wrecked mess above him.  

You whine in frustration when he gets up and pulls you off the counter top, only to have him roughly turn you over and bend you and thrust himself inside of you.

“Should’ve set the camera up for this,” he grunts as you grip onto one of his thighs. “All bloodied up and all mine!”

“I’m not yours,” you whimper, feeling the build up of what you know is going to be a powerful orgasm. ‘Bastard.’

“The way this perfect little body is responding me, I know you’re all mine!”

“Never! I..fuck, I..SHIT!” you scream, orgasm consuming you to the point your legs almost give out.

“Say whatever you need to to make yourself believe you’re still a good little girl,” he chuckles darkly in your ear, his own movements starting to get erratic “but we both know that girl no longer exists. You’re just a filthy little slut. My filthy little slut!” he yells, as he fills you up with his warm seed. “You...you may claim to hate me,” he pants after a beat “but we both know you’ll never stop wanting me.”

**

4 Months Later...

You sit on your (well Robert’s) front porch and look out at the street in front of you. Just like everything else in your life, its lost its beauty. You can’t remember the last time you saw beauty in anything. Maybe Robert’s son, when he greets you as he leaves for school each morning, but even that’s tainted, because he’s Robert’s son.

The first few weeks after you returned, you couldn’t sleep. Part of that was out fear, and the other part was that you were alone. You hated him for that. You hated him for turning himself into a sort of comfort for you. As much as you hated him, and you’re sure you’ll hate him forever, you also miss him in a way. You mainly miss drunk Robert, but unfortunately that’s still him at the end of the day.

Finding work in your field was basically impossible, and you were more than sure that had something to do with Robert, but you didn’t stop trying to find something. You wanted more than anything else to move out of your parents house and out of New Jersey. You wanted as much distance as possible between yourself and Robert. He had ruined your family home for you.

So, as the nights and days turned into each other, you tried to find things to keep your mind occupied. Your parents had left a fair chuck of change and it was all that was keeping you afloat at the moment. It did help that Mrs. Pronge brought you meals every chance you got, but every time you saw her, you wanted to wring her neck. She was every bit as responsible as Robert, as far as you were concerned.

Finding things to occupy your mind turned into going out. Going out turned into bar hoping. Bar hoping turned into meaningless flirting. Meaningless flirting turned into drunken make-outs. Drunken make-outs turned into you bringing men home for drunken sex.

You kept knives by your bed, just in case they turned out to be Robert Pronge 2.0, but that didn’t matter. You never let them stay, because none of them ever satisfied you. After Robert, how could they? No, he had ruined other men for you and you knew he knew it.

He ruined everything for you.

So, you started to just leave it up to yourself. Sure, it wasn’t as great as the real thing, but it was more satisfying than anything else.

That’s when he returned.

“You missin’ me, Kitten?” Robert asked, sly grin on his face, as he entered your room. Interrupting you right before hit your climax.

“W-what are you doing here? Get out!” you yell, not caring if you wake the neighbors.

“I should be pissed at you, you little slut. All those guys you brought into my house,” he muttered darkly, slowly making his way over to your bed.

“Your house?! It’s MINE!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he taunted, undoing his pants “someone didn’t read the fine print. This here is mine, Kitten.”

“There’s no fucking way they left this place to you! They’d never do that to me!”

“You’re right, that’s why I had the lawyer change the will,” he chuckled.

“Leave me alone!” you practically cried, hating that you couldn’t just get him out of your life for good.

“I can tell by the way you were moaning my name a few minutes ago that, that’s not what you really want.”

“I hate you so fucking much,” you sobbed, despising the little bit of relief you felt when he got on your bed.

“I know you do, baby. I know you do.”

You let him fuck you senseless that night. As ashamed as you were, you weren’t going to fight it. What was the point? He had complete control over life at that point any way. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to kill him when he held you captive (which he loved), but that clearly hadn’t worked. He fucked up great work opportunities for you and he owned your parent’s home. All the fight you had left in you was gone. It just turned into bitter rage and hatred towards everyone who wasn’t you.

Robert came to see you almost every night after that. When he doesn’t you hated him. When he doesn’t come home at times, you worried and you hate him for that too. No matter what, you always hate him.

No matter how “good” he is to you, you hate him.

“Hey Y/N,” Samantha smiles, as she makes her way up your porch, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hey Samantha,” you smile, though you force yourself not jump on her and beat her to death. “What’s going on?”

“I was wondering if we could talk for a bit?” she questions, smile still on her face but sadness very present in her eyes. “I don’t really feel like there’s anyone else I can really talk to and-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, come in,” you smile, leading her into the hell you called your home. “What’s bothering you?”

“I know you tend to stay out of and away from gossip, so I felt comfortable talking to you. I know....do you have anything to drink?” she asks, taking a seat at your kitchen isle.

“I have juice, water, tea-”

“Any whiskey?”

“I have that too,” you laugh softly, before pulling out of the cabinet. “Whiskey huh? This must be bad,” you sigh with fake sympathy as you pour her a glass.

“I have been married to Robert for 6 years. Now, I know we didn’t get married under the best circumstances, I was pregnant and it’s what you do, but I did love him. I do love him. I have tried everything in my power to make and keep him happy, but I just...I know he’s cheating. I know he’s cheating on me with almost every housewife in this stupid little town. But I love him,” she sighs, finally meeting your gaze, tears in her eyes.

That had you feeling a very small sense of sympathy. “Oh honey, you can’t be sure-”

“Yes I can. He’s gone almost all the time and when he comes home early in the morning, he smells like sex and expensive perfume,” she cries, taking a sip of her drink. In that moment, you’re happy you hadn’t put any on for the day. “We fight about it almost all the time and last night...he put his hands on me last night. We’ve had a lot of arguments, but hes never put his hands on me. I just don’t know what to do!”

“Sweetheart, I know you love him, but have you considered leaving him?”

“I can’t do that to Tommy. That boy thinks the world of his father and I can’t tear him away like that. I can’t shatter his world.”

“You shouldn’t let him put his hands on you.”

“I just...has he said anything to you? I know he was helping you by working on your car for a while.”

“No, we didn’t really talk much,” you say, looking away.

That wasn’t a lie. You didn’t talk much. Not unless you were begging him not to stop fucking you.

“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out. I just really needed a friend and to vent. Thank you,” she smiles, finishing her drink before leaving out.

You sigh before laying your head down on the isle and closing your eyes.

‘This is why we always avoid married men’ you think to yourself.

“She gone?” Robert asks, coming up and out of the basement.

“Yeah, she’s fucking gone,” you sigh, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

“I got all of the blood of that shirt, you’re welcome.”

“I don’t owe you a ‘thank you’. If you’d stop fucking me in the warehouse then you wouldn’t have to keep getting blood stains out of my clothes.”

“You love it though,” he smirks wickedly.

“No, you love it. It’s fucking sick.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night. If I remember right, you were the one asking me for me to turn you around, so you’d be facing the severed legs.”

“I’d rather look at anything other than you!” you snap.

“Awh, is somebody in a bad mood?” he taunts, slowly making his way over to you.

“It’s not enough tat you’ve ruined my life? Now I have to listen to your wife cry about you cheating on her all the damn time?”

“I can take care of her, you know. Make it so you never have to see her again,” he coos, wrapping his arms around you.

“I don’t even care anymore,” you say, letting yourself sink into the feel of him. “You’re clearly the one running the show.”

“Don’t fucking say that. I’m clearly not. You’re alive aren’t you?”

“To be your sex pet and take her place.”

“It’s not even remotely close. I love you, I don’t love her.”

“You don’t love me either,” you scoff. “You love the feeling my pussy and asshole give you. That’s not love, that’s lust.”

“I do-”

“You don’t love anything. Not even me, you just find comfort in me. I can accept that, it’s fine. I’m not looking for anything from you. I never would,” you moan as you feel his lips on your neck.

“Whatever makes you feel better,” he almost whispers. “I can get rid of my son too, ya know.”

“Leave Tommy out of this. He shouldn’t die because you two can’t get your shit together.”

“I can make it up to you. Give you your own little Pronge to take care of.”

“If I was pregnant with your child, I’d fucking abort it.”

“As if I’d let that happen,” he growls lowly, wrapping his hand around your neck.

“Knowing you makes me wish I was aborted, there’s no way I would give birth to something you put inside me, knowing it would grow up to feel the same way I do.”

“Such a fucking bitch,” he mutters menacingly into your ear, tightening his hold on your neck. “But Samantha...?”

“Do whatever. I hate her almost as much as I hate you, if not more,” you respond with a desperate sigh, grinding your ass against him.

“Fuck, I might just fuck you right next to her dead body,” he groans as his other hand forces down your skirt and panties. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d fucking love it. I’d suck your dick so good to thank you,” you moan, leaning your head back into the crook of his neck, the thought of him choking the life out of her making you wetter.

“Shit, I love this side of you,” he sighs as he practically whimpers, pushing two fingers into your soaked folds. “The darker side of you.”

~~

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The Redemption Final part 1

You and Amita had asked for an emergency meeting. Liam is the first to show up and tries to give his condolences to Amita that raises a hand to stop him.

" Don't. I'm not here for your sympathy, I'm here to get the bastard who decided that killing a little girl was a good idea.."

Liam nods understandingly before Eva arrives, followed by the Hargreeves that can't even look at Amita in the eyes. Amita feels angry as she remembers that her baby's killer is their sibling. She finally glances at Eva that seems nervous, not meeting her gaze either.

"Where is he ?! Where are they ?! We all know that the Redemption couldn't have so much information without a spy..The only people who knew about us are in this room. And, nobody's leaving until the f*cking human scum denounces himself or herself..I know that it can't be Y/N or me...Everyone else is a suspect. Now, after having seen Five, my guts tell me that the Hargreeves are not so innocent, are you ?!"

The Hargreeves get defensive and Diego threatens Amita with a knife.

" I understand your grief, but never accuse this family again without proof. We aren't like Five, and even less like our father.."

Amita and Diego glare at each other for a moment before Liam tries to calm them down.

" That's enough ! It won't solve anything if we start tearing at each other's throats right now !"

Amita's eyes send daggers at Liam before shouting.

" Yeah ! Let's all listen to M. McCain ! Everybody knows that you hate the slashers and wouldn't mind getting rid of anyone to get what you want !"

Liam frowns and his jaw twitches as he tries his best to remain calm.

" I worked for more than 15 years with the slashers...If I wanted them dead, I would have had plenty of occasions to do just that."

Amita searches for any sign that he could be lying, but you remember the discussion you had with him and stop her by defending him.

" I know him, Amita. He's not the spy.."

Amita seems to hesitate, but finally nods.

" Fine. I trust you.."

She then turns towards Freddy that had stayed uncharacteristically quiet during the whole exchange.

"I find it strange that out of all the slashers, you're the only one who got away.."

He shakes his head, not believing his ears at the accusation.

" You think I wanted to stay ?! The only reason I got left behind is because I wanted Y/N to come with us..I almost lost my mind, and y'all really think I wouldn't have done anything to save my own a** ?! I died once because I kept my mouth shut, I'm not making that mistake again. Believe me, I would have ratted them out like a f*cking songbird as soon as they started torturing me..Plus, I'm a slasher. Slashers only care about themselves and I wouldn't have worked with psychos that kill children..I learned my f*cking lesson the first time.."

Freddy's expression seems to darken at that last part and Amita, even though unconvinced at first, has to admit that Freddy would do anything to save himself and would have revealed the Redemption's location as soon as the men in black tortured him..She then turns towards the last person present with tears in her eyes.

" Please...Let it be not you..."

Eva feels all the eyes converge towards her and she feels trapped, not able to bare it any longer..She confesses.

"It's me ! I'm the spy !"

You didn't expect it and take a step back. You want to say something, anything to tell her how hurt you feel..but, Amita puts it all in one single slap that echoes in the room. She didn't expect it either, not from her, not after everything.

" How could you ?!"

She yells with tears in her eyes and Eva understands. She closes her eyes and feels her cheek sting as she replies, her voice trembling as she tries to find an excuse, but decides to tell the truth instead.

"I'm so sorry..They weren't supposed to hurt humans. I love one of them. His name is John and..I..I just wanted to help him make it a safer place for everyone.."

Amita can't believe her ears and it takes all of her willpower not to kill her on the spot.

" They killed my baby..How could you ?!"

" I didn't know !"

She yells back. You face Eva and ask.

" Where are they, Eva ?"

She shakes her head.

" I..I don't know. I only went to John's place.."

Freddy then interrupts you by taking Eva by the throat and pinning her to a nearby wall.

" Where ?! And don't even think about lying to us, little b*tch, or I will track you down and make you wish that you never existed !"

Eva barely manages to breathe out the words.

"46..Elm..Street.."

Freddy releases her and storms out. You are about to follow after him, but glance one last time at Eva that crumples to the floor in tears. You can't help but feel compassion for her, like you, she just wanted to help a monster..Your monsters may be the ones she endangered, but you wouldn't judge her for wanting to protect hers..You still believe that there is good in her and wait until all the others are out before kneeling beside her and putting your hand on her back compassionately.

" I know why you did it...I can let you go right now and we can just forget about you or, you could try to stop them with us ? I know that you love him, but then, prevent him from making a terrible mistake.."

Eva looks up at you and wipes her tears before asking in a shivering voice.

" W..Why are you being so nice to me ? I betrayed you.."

You only smile in response and extend her hand towards her.

"Well, maybe I just see myself in you ? Plus, you were one Hell of a nurse..I know it may not be what you wanted, but I know that you warmed up to the patients. You helped Freddy escape and made sure to always be there for them.."

Eva finally smiles back before taking your hand.

"Thank you, Y/N.."

As soon as you're out, you turn towards the Hargreeves to asks them to stay behind.

" What ?! But, we want to come with you !"

Klaus says, but you shake your head.

"St Louis will be defenseless without us and we need you to stay here and make sure nobody gets hurt, got it ?"

The Hargreeves protest, but finally accept.

"Fine...But, bring our bro back, okay ?"

Vanya asks and you smile at her before getting inside the van.

" I promise."

At the Watsons' residence :

Kayla is enjoying her cup of coffee when she hears a knock at the door. She frowns, not expecting any visitors and gets a gun for safe measure before asking cautiously.

" Who is it ?"

She doesn't get any answer and feels that something is wrong. She gets to her phone and dials her brother's number. He finally picks up.

"John ! Where are you ?! Someone's at the door and I don't know who it is !"

"Santa Claus, b*tch."

Kayla drops the phone when she hears the crazy laughter that sounds afterwards. Suddenly, someone kicks the door open and Freddy appears, grinning maliciously at the quivering woman that starts shooting at him. But, Freddy keeps walking forward before taking the still fuming gun out of her hands and throwing it away.

" Now, you're gonna tell me where my buddies are, understood lady ?!"

"I..I don't know.."

He takes her by the throat and this is when he recognizes the delicious scent of fear rolling down from her in waves. His fingers tighten on their own accord, motivated by his blood thirst. He nearly forgets where he is and just wants the woman dead..He shows her his sharp blades and is delighted by the shiver that runs through her again. Her breathing quickens and her fear grows. He feels it..all of it. He wants to sink his blades into her flesh, make her scream in pain and see the life slowly sipping away from her..He is about to do it when you show up and call his name.

" Freddy ! Don't !"

Freddy stops, but still has his gloved hand raised in the air and doesn't let Kayla go as he spats.

" The b*tch took them ! She deserves to die !"

You cautiously advance, making sure not to make any move that would upset the slasher further, weighting each one of your words carefully.

"Maybe..But, if you kill her now, we will not find any of them and everything we've done will have been for nothing..We need her, Freddy. And, we've gone too far to just let you get back to who you were !"

He seems hesitant, but finally nods and reluctantly releases her. She gasps for air and forces herself to walk towards a nearby chair before collapsing on it. Just at that moment, the Hargreeves arrive, as well as Liam and Amita.

" WHY ?! WHY DID YOU TAKE MY BABY'S HEART !"

Amita yells and Kayla frowns, as if not understanding the question.

" What are you talking about ? We never took anyone's heart.."

Amita slaps Kayla before taking her by the collar and yells again.

" Five ! You sent him to kill my baby! A "warning" !"

Kayla seems genuinely confused when she replies.

" We would never send Five on a mission so soon, but we're not the only ones in charge either..I only wanted to get revenge on the Penny Brothers and my brother only wanted to help me. Someone...paid us for the others. I don't know their name. They just addressed themselves as Pink Princess. That's all I know..They..They also asked for the heart of a child..We refused, but Hargreeves may have accepted and sent Five or ask Nina to take care of it. She could have taken my appearance and ask Five to do it.."

At the name "Pink Princess", Freddy seems to stiffen, but nobody notices. Amita is not convinced and she insists.

" Prove it ! Why would this Pink Princess ask Five to kill my baby girl ?!"

Kayla opens her mouth and closes it multiple times, not finding any answer to give her. She is as lost as her and feels betrayed that Hargreeves hadn't even notified them of having done so. However, her eyes fall on your necklace and a plan emerges in her head.

"I could lead you to her, if you give me your necklace.."

You instinctively wrap your fingers protectively around the medallion the slashers had given you and shake your head vividly.

" No ! The talisman would only help you control them even more ! You'll hurt them !"

She humphs in disregard before shrugging.

"Your choice.."

Amita then gets out a gun and points it at Kayla's head.

" You better answer me now, b*tch. She killed my child and I will not hesitate to blow your brains out if you don't answer me !"

Kayla seems to hesitate for a minute before sighing in defeat and nodding.

"I'll show you where she lives..But, there's no telling if she will still be there ? The address she gave us might even be fake ?"

Amita doesn't wait before taking her by the back of the neck and dragging her to the van to lead you to this "Pink Princess". During the way, Kayla can't help but trying to explain her cause, probably wanting to prove her innocence in the eyes of the grieving mother with her gun still pointed at her.

"The Redemption had no intention to hurt or kill anyone. We only wanted to make sure no one could be killed by them.."

But, Amita doesn't answer of even spare a glance to the woman. She knows that if she is to forget her anger for just a moment, she would break into tears..She wouldn't be able to kill the bast*rd who did this..Instead, it's Freddy that asks, remembering the way Kayla seemed so worked up against the Clown Bros earlier.

" What do you have against the Clown Bros anyway ?"

She glares at Freddy for asking the question and is about to answer when the van comes to an abrupt halt. They find themselves in front of an old house made of red bricks and Freddy's eyes widen as he recognizes his old house..He turns towards Kayla and takes her by the collar to yell at her face.

" What the f*ck ?! What's that sh*t ?! Why did you bring us here ?!"

Kayla seems confused and Freddy throws her to the ground.

"The b*tch is useless ! Let me just get rid of her !"

But, just at that moment, someone opens the door and Freddy's eyes widen as he sees..his sister.

"N..No..It can't be.."

Kayla takes the opportunity to push past Freddy and jump on you, yanking the talisman off your neck before sprinting towards the door. Liam tries to shoot her down, but she disappears inside before he can.

" D*mmit !"

You shout before running after her.

" Y/N ! Wait !"

You hear Liam behind you, but you're already inside. You run after her, but she quickly gets out of view and you stop to catch your breath. You then hear voices coming from a door on your right and open the door slowly. To your relief, you find Pennywise and Penny that seem to be talking to themselves in a language unknown to you. You approach and they both turn their head towards you in frightening synchronization, their eyes red with hunger..As soon as you are close enough, they both try to grab you through the bars of their cells. You take a step back and can't help the tears to fill your eyes as you see the damage of hunger on them, they can't even form words anymore..They can only grunt and growl, like animals.

"I'm sorry..I'm so sorry..."

You utter through your tears and you then notice their damp cheeks..They had fought their hunger until the last minute..You then hear voices coming your way, guards no doubt. It brings you back to reality and you are faced with a choice: let them and risk being eaten alive, or not and let them suffer even more ? You close your eyes and whisper for only both clowns to hear.

"I trust you.."

You open the cages.

You feel them whooshing past you and screams, lots of screams. You finally open your eyes to find both clowns, surrounded by dead bodies. Their eyes slowly take back their natural color and Penny blinks multiple times before uttering in a whisper.

" Y/N...?"

You smiles and laugh through your tears before running towards them and taking them in your arms.

" Yes ! It's me ! It's Y/N !"

You feel them holding you closer and the three of you sink to the floor. However, your happy moment is short-lived when you hear the door open again and hear a loud gasp. You all look up to see Kayla, her eyes wide as she looks at the blood covering the walls and the floor. She then turns around swiftly to get out, but Penny suddenly gets up and ask, hesitantly.

"Pet..?"

Her hand lingers on the door's handle for a second at the name before she sighs, knowing perfectly well that she wouldn't make it far..She turns around and stares at Penny that seems lost.

" B..But, why ?"

He finally asks. Kayla hangs her head low in order not to show her emotions. She didn't want to face them, not now, not like this. Pennywise is silent and only stares at her with expressionless eyes, searching for something in there, anything that would explain why ? Kayla starts shaking violently and the Clown Brothers think that she's crying, until she lifts her head and starts laughing, laughing so hard that she clutches her sides in pain.

"Why ? You dare ask me WHY ?! YOU LEFT ME ! I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU LEFT ME ! THESE PEOPLE CAME AND TOOK ME AWAY, AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN COME TO LOOK FOR ME ! Do you even know how it feels when a little girl is brought back to the system and has to undergo therapy for more than 35 years because they think that she's insane ?! They told me that I was crazy ! They told me that I was mentally ill ! The only one who ever believed me was my stepbrother ! And, I searched for you..God, I searched for years and years until I found out about St Louis ! You didn't even look for me.."

At the end, tears of rage start spilling on her face and her voice feels rough from all of her emotion being finally heard by the two being who made her existence Hell..The two clowns have the decency to—at least—look ashamed and apologetic at her. But, she doesn't want their eyes full of pity, she wants them to suffer..suffer as much as she did, because they weren't there. For a moment, the two clowns don't see Kayla, but Pet..The only girl they decided to spare, the only child they ever truly loved..Pennywise takes her in his arms and she buries her face in his colorful suit, hitting him on the chest while repeating over and over.

"I hate you ! I hate you !.."

Penny takes her hand and she breaks down, she falls on her knees and cries while Pennywise holds onto her even tighter.

"We're sorry, pet.."

Penny says, and he sincerely means it. Kayla can only sob harder as he says it.

You can only feel sympathy for the poor woman now..but you then notice that she doesn't have your talisman anymore.

" Kayla..Where is my talisman ?"

She sniffles and gets back her composure enough to look up at you and answer you.

" I..I gave it to Pink Princess.."

You nod and are about to go when she warns you.

" One last thing you should know.."

You turns your head towards her.

"...She's Freddy's sister."

Meanwhile :

Freddy followed you inside, as well as the others, but stops when he sees a familiar form at the end of a corridor. He decides to follow it and ends up in the dinning room where he sees his sister, sitting on a chair and who pretends to be surprised when she looks up.

"Ah ! Freddy ! Please, take a seat."

He doesn't and she insists.

" Sit."

She orders this time and this is when he notices the necklace around her neck. His jaw twitches in anger, but he still does as told.

" I hope you still like hot-dogs ?"

Freddy stays silent for a moment, he just stares at her and feels his face fall into one of sorrow and pain as he finally asks.

"You...You're Pink Princess ?"

She takes a sip of her wine before huffing a laugh and taking a tone of false pity.

"Oh, little bro..You never were the smart one in the family. Always one step behind.."

He doesn't have a heart anymore, but it still hurts when she confesses. His hands clench into fists in pain, but he still has to ask..

" Did you kill that little girl ?"

She smiles widely, as if she was waiting for that question before nodding.

" Yes. I killed her. And the worst part is, I know that you won't kill me..Even if there was no collar, you would still hang on to that tiny part of yourself that believes that I ever cared for you, and because of your little nurse. This is why it was so easy to blame all these murders on you. You're just too gullible, Freddy.."

His eyes widen and his voice starts shaking as he asks the final and most important question.

"I..It was you ? You killed Billy ? And, you killed all these kiddos ?!"

She laughs at his expression of pure confusion and pain and nods again.

"Yeah. I killed Billy. I killed all these children. I made sure that all the evidence led straight to you, and I even gave your location to that angry mob that set you on fire..It was me. I wanted you to stay dead, but you had to get back up and get on your little revenge quest. But, what did I expect ? Pain in the a** one day, pain in the a** always..Everytime dad came home and beat the sh*t out of you, you cried like a little b*tch.."

Freddy was now trembling, his whole body feeling every single one of her words like knives piercing through his skin and bleeding him out. At the end, he feels tears well up in his eyes and can't hold them back.

" Aww...You're gonna cry ? Guess things never change, huh ?"

She mocks, but Freddy stays silent. He can't even look at her..He remembers the trial, he remembers the day he came back to her after his resurrection, he remembers everything..He never even considered it. He never thought that she would be the one to..He closes his eyes and he breathes louder and quicker as he lets his anger get a hold of him. He flips down the dinner table and Jenny only laughs as he takes her by the throat.

"You ruined my life !"

He yells and Jenny manages to utter.

" You..Can't...kill me..I have the talisman.."

She shows it and it's Freddy's turn to laugh before taking the talisman in his hand and taking it out of her hands before throwing it on the floor.

"The talisman needs to be given, not taken..You're not the one I gave it to."

Jenny grits her teeth at the information and she yells while scratching her brother's face, trying to make him let go. He only laughs at her pathetic attempt before throwing her against a wall, cutting out her breath for a short moment. In a matter of seconds, he is by her side again and takes her by the hair before hitting the back of her head repeatedly against wall, until her vision becomes blurry and she can feel blood wetting her hair. But, she still manages to laugh through the pain before shouting.

"It's not over, dear brother ! You'll always see me ! When you close your eyes, I'll be there ! When you'll sleep, I'll haunt your dreams ! When you see yourself in the mirror, you'll see my reflection staring right back at you ! You will never get away from me ! Can't you see ?! I've already won !"

Freddy stops to stare at his sister's face and, smiles. He doesn't smile as Freddy, the loving pathetic brother that his sister knew, but the merciless slasher that she created.

"I want the last face you see to be mine...Because the next time you'll see it, it will be in Hell. At least, I won't be worried about being alone down there..I'll see you and dad."

Freddy kisses his sister's forehead almost lovingly and his sister screams, as if his kiss alone is acid burning through her skin.

" You may never have loved me, big sis'..but I did. Maybe, this is why I became a slasher and you didn't ? Because, to be a slasher you have to know how it feels to be happy and loved..and having everything taken away from you. You took everything from me...Let me return the favor."

Freddy raises his gloved hand and slashes through the air, barely grazing her skin before she gets back up and starts running. She is about to reach the exit when Freddy catches up to her and cuts her in her lower back. She screams again before hitting the floor. She quickly turns around as Freddy is about to finish her.

" Sweet dreams, b*tch !"

He yells, but as he is about to slit her throat, something stops him, making his hand hang in mid-air. He glances behind him and sees you, the talisman in your hand.

"What are you doing, nurse ?!"

He asks and you answer him.

"If you do this..She will have won. You'll be the monster she wanted you to be !"

" SHE RUINED MY LIFE ! SHE ACCUSED ME TO SAVE HER OWN A** !"

He cries out.

"SHE KILLED BILLY ! SHE KILLED MY SON !"

Technically, he wasn't his son yet, but he wanted to adopt him and had even shared his desire to Jenny..She had seemed so happy for him at the time..He looks back at her and feels the tears that he was holding flood back. Suddenly, he feels two arms around his waist and looks back to see you, holding him.

"I know..I'm sorry.."

He relaxes a bit in your touch and finds the strength to let go. Jenny falls to the floor while he finds himself exhausted..However, he suddenly feels something going through him and opens his eyes to see Jenny with a cane in her hand that she stabbed him with. Her smile sends shivers through him.

" I told you brother...I've already won..."

He doesn't understand until he feels your hold around his waist loosen.

" F..Freddy ?"

You utter weakly and he turns around to find blood..not his, spreading on your white shirt.

"No..NO !"

He screams in agony as he tries to stop the bleeding.

"Help ! HELP !"

He shouts, hoping that Liam or Amita would hear him. Jenny darkly chuckles behind him.

" Nobody will help you, Freddy..You're alone. You'll always be alone.."

However, just at that moment, Freddy hers gunshots and looks up to find Amita and Liam standing there.

" That's for my baby ! Die, you b*tch !"

Amita screams before firing again and shooting Jenny multiple times in the chest. She falls to the floor, dead. Liam immediately kneels beside him before carrying you gently in his arms.

"We lost Eva ! But, we have to go ! Come on !"

Freddy never felt so relieved to see General Douc...McCain. He nods before glancing one last time at his sister and spatting.

" See ya in Hell, sis'.."

You get back to the Penny Bros that say that Kayla got away as well and you then all get out and into the van, back to St Louis.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #five hargreeves x reader #slashers au #slashers #freddy krueger x reader

[aetheternity]

i got a request! which i do hope you like since it took a while for me to think of ejdj:

so hc’s for Levi and/or Mikasa ahsjd

they wasn’t there to protect you. They felt so stupid and useless. They couldn’t hold in their tears. you were gone. They couldn’t hold you in their arms. He couldn’t laugh at your stupid jokes. you were the heart of the survey corps. Now that you’re gone, the survey corps went all dull and colorless. They would curl up into a ball in their bed (which Levi has for some reason idk why, and if you’re wondering, no mikasa and levi don’t share a bed wtaf👩🏼‍⚖️👩🏼‍⚖️👩🏼‍⚖️) and think about their favorite moments with you. He would remember you fall down into a hay stack and that you would immediately laugh after. They would remember you falling asleep while reading a book with them. they would remember all that. weeks go by and you were still gone. The survey corps was still colorless and dull. There were many still crying after you ‘death’. But on the 18th week you were gone. it turns out. you weren’t dead. The survey corps were on an expedition, they had no expression on their face after your ‘death’ .. they still couldn’t get over the fact that you were dead. Oh they missed you so much .. but their sadness faded when they saw you, alive, hiding in a bush. now that the survey corps has found you. There was color and happiness once again.... // i hate this plot but it was all i got

(My last two requests have been angst so I would genuinely like to ask from the bottom of my heart. Are y'all ok????)

Word of warning: Angst, Missing reader (found)

Mikasa

•She had always assumed the most painful thing in the world would be losing either Eren or Armin. (Or both!) She'd already lost her mother and father but losing you was like a whole other level of painful.

•She'd always seen life as both beautiful and cruel but right now it just felt cruel. Like someone had stripped the world of its color.

•Keeps every single thing that you've ever given her or held in her bed under her blanket so she can hold it at night in a little pile.

•Cries while rereading the last chapter you bookmarked in your favorite book that was always on her nightstand. (Definitely reads it every night before going to sleep)

•Armin and Eren's moods are also drastically effected. People you probably didn't even know were coming up to Mikasa with condolences.

•If you had a living family all of your belongings that Mikasa didn't possess would go to them. But if you didn't Mikasa would add it to the growing "shrine" for you.

•They hadn't found your body and a part of Mikasa had held on so strongly for the first couple weeks that you could be alive but the surrounding area had been titan city and they found your horse without you.

•Mikasa would retell every memory she has of you to Eren and Armin (sometimes to anyone who will listen).

•She doesn't want to look like she's dying inside but she is and literally everyone can tell. (The entire Survey Corps seems to be mourning for weeks with her.)

•When she thinks no one's paying attention or when she's alone is when she'll really give in. Hugging her knees, pretending it's you and just rocks back and forth with deep heavy sobs.

•Around week 18 when the search had been completely given up on and everyone had begun to live normally again (aside from Mikasa.) There you were, in a bush.

•Jean had been the one that found you. Breathing, slumped back against a tree and behind a bush.

•Somehow you'd survived and here you were like a mirage. Except-

•Alive.. real. So so very here.

•Mikasa was already tearing up as she pressed a finger over your pulse. Then pulled you forward into her lap. Your body a little pale, but warm.. so so warm like it'd been every night she'd ever held you.

•Remember in S1 when Mikasa was holding Eren after he emerged from the titan and she put her head up to his chest then cried as she held him? That's you and her rn.

•Girl's sobbing so loud she's attracting the other Survey Corp members that had come out beyond the walls.

•Everyone else starts to tear up too as she just rocks you and cries into your dirty shirt.

•You can bet she's not letting you go either. "We need to put them in the wagon Mikasa. They need treatment as soon as we get back." Cool. She's got you in her lap, arms around your waist.

•Over her dead body will you separate her from you especially in this state. She's combing your hair back with her fingers, placing a hand over your heartbeat and sighing sweetly as she listens to your pulse.

•Please don't take them away that's my emotional support human. 🥺

•You can bet she's gonna follow you around like she's surgically attached until she feels like you're genuinely ok and that you're not gonna leave her again.

•Know that she does it because she loves you.

Levi

•Everyone else is balling their eyes out over your death. You've even got some of the toughest looking men in the Survey Corps balling like little kids.

•He's not though.

•At least not during regular business hours.

•Alone at night in his room he's got your favorite book in his arms. Tears spilling over his cheeks with little sniffles as he holds the pillow you love alongside your book.

•He makes your favorite tea every morning and places it on your side of the table before remembering but he can never bring himself to drink it or throw it out so it just sits there till someone else gets rid of it.

•Your laugh never leaves his mind. In fact it practically haunts him. He's all alone but there's that sound. It's always you.

•He's lost so many people but the first week you were missing he refused to believe it. He's a little harsher in his words as he speaks to people for that whole week.

•You can't possibly be gone..

•He finally stops making an extra cup of tea for you and when he does the normal chores he stops saying he's doing your chores.

•To everyone else it just seemed like Captain Levi was being Captain Levi. But to Hange and Erwin they could see the slight difference. (I'm betting Erwin is the one who throws out the extra cup of tea Levi made every morning.)

•On the 18th week of you being gone a cadet comes yelling boisterously. Panting as they try to speak. "Captain! We found something!"

•When Levi sees you something swells in him. His heart is beating a mile a minute. Erwin is holding you and for a split second Levi's resolve slips and he's down on his knees next to Erwin.

•"Are-Are they?.." Erwin nods. "They're alive, Levi."

•He doesn't let you out of his sight for even a split second. He's riding a horse next to the cart you're kept in all the way back home. He's in your hospital room every free minute he has. He's fluffing your pillows every night and placing your favorite book in your arms.

•He made you tea even though you're not awake to drink it 🥺

•Holds your hand and stares at your still face for hours.

•Probably cries late at night when everyone is definitely asleep. Whispering soft, You're ok.. you're ok's Next to your ear.

•Listens to your heart beat because he'll never get tired of it.

•He's so mean once you're awake. He's probably forcing you to take on more work but know it comes from a good place.

•Don't ever do that shit again. But with his frowny pout that's too cute to look at.

•Please don't leave him again. You're one of the few things he has left.

#shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk x reader #snk #aot x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan #levi x y/n #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi x you #mikasa ackerman #mikasa aot #mikasa x you #snk mikasa

[multi-fandom-freak0221]

If Your Done With Embarrassing Me On Your Own Won't You Go Ahead and Tell Them

Oh my god y'all have just blown me away. I was not expect so much positive feed back. I was screaming so much I could not Believe how much you guys liked that. And so many people are asking to be tagged in the next part thank you guys so much. Also can I just say moving from Google Docs to Tumblr was a bitch to do and I hated it. But y'all inspired me so much that I decided to just go ahead and type it up on tumblr and move it to Google Docs afterwards.

This part's title is from "Impossible" by Shontelle. The song in this part is "Young Volcanoes" by Fall Out Boy

This is Part 2 of my fic based on @misashabunbun 's Love of Three.

Part 1

Tagging List (I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I NEED ONE.):

@thestressmademedoit @colorfulmongerpsychicranch @lizziejay @indecisive-mess-named-me @captainmac6 @luveverything12 @kris-pines04 @brokenwordsarehard2

To say Marinette was busy would be an understatement. Between working with Luka and Uncle Jagged producing her album as Neon Titanium and her friends insisting that they help heal her brokenheart she felt like she was caught in a whirl wind. But it was nice she had fun. Luka and Uncle Jagged knew how to turn the hard work of producing music into a fun experience while still being efficient. And her friends they had her laughing harder than she laughed in while and smiling brighter than their resident sunshine child. They did everything they could think off.

She went shopping with Chloe and Kagami. She watched horror movies with Alix, Nathaniel, and Adrien. Marc and Luka let her rant to them which turned into a crying session which then turned into a meditation session. And on top of that her and Peter hung out as well. Whether they just worked in silence together on their respective projects or they were pranking Uncle Tony, kwami did she have fun renaming the protocols on the Iron Man suit. Soon Peter easily fit his way into her group of friends abd he fit in perfectly. Everyone got along with him.

But he wasn't the last to join their ragtag group. Everyone was shocked when Felix Graham De Vanily came to their group offering Marinette condolences on her lost engagement. He was sincere and courteous so of course no one was surprised when Marinette invited him to join in the currently planned game of dodgeball, except maybe Felix himself. But nonetheless he joined in the competition and found himself hanging out with the rest of the group as well. Soon his cold off-standish demeanor was traded for sly smirks and slick humor that nobody caught at first except Marinette and Peter who would laugh openly at his responses.

Soon enough Felix was a part of the group and felt comfortable letting his guard down. It help that they didn't treat him as the Graham De Vanily heir or Adrien's asshole cousin. They treat him like Felix, the boy who while very proper cried watching Big Hero 6. Also the boy who slam dunked on Adrien without breaking a sweat. Yet he still is the master of backhanded compliments and insulting people with a smile and having them thank him. He could truly be himself and he was thankful.

And while he easily was getting along with everyone, anyone with easy could see he had a soft spot for Peter and Marinette in general. It was in the way his face would soften when looking at them. Or the way he would smile when Marinette would get excited over something. Or the way he always paid attention to Peter when he was geeking out. It was the way he softly teased them over their height, Marinette being the shortest of the group and Peter only being taller than Marinette and Alix. And everyone knew Marinette's heart was still healing, so it came no surprise when Felix and Peter started dating. And while everyone was happy for them no one, but Marinette herself missed the looks of longing both boys would send towards her.

Believe it or not Felix was not the most surprising addition to their friend group. No the last addition came soon after Marinette formally did an interview after too much press took notice of Damian Wayne's fiancee being seen for the first time in almost a year, in New York of all places.

She remembered Uncle Tony setting up the interview with someone he trusted. She was glad that this was only an interview as Damian Wayne's (ex) fiancee and not MDC or Neon Titanium. She can only imagine how big a deal it will be when she reveals. But that was future Marinette's problem. Present Marinette had to focus on what to say without giving too much details because no matter how much he deserved it, she didn't want to throw Damian to wolves like that. She settled on saying that she was going through some things and no longer was content in Gotham. She claimed that she decided it was in her best interest to leave, but she didn't want to make a big deal about which is why nothing had been said until now.

The interview went well and everyone accepted her answers. It was released about a month after she left Damian and two weeks since Peter and Felix started dating. She still got news alerts for Gotham so she was waiting with baited breath for her interview to reach the Gotham, but it never seemed to. No announcements from WE or the Wayne family in general. She couldn't say it didn't hurt that no one even realized she was gone yet. But what hurt more was when 2 weeks after her interview she got an alert from Gotham Gazette saying the Damian claimed they set a date for their wedding. She cried that day. How could he not even notice she was gone? Was he so used to lying about her and their relationship that he didn't even give a second thought to what he was saying any more? And while she despaired, she relished in the fact that her friends did not let her be alone. Her face was buried in Peter's neck, she was sat on Felix's lap, Chole was threading her fingers through her hair, her feet laid over Peter legs and settled on Marc's, Adrien sat on the floor in front of Felix a hand rest on her back and everyone gathered around as close as possible trying to physically reassure her. Luka was even humming softly. She appreciated all the love amd support she had and soon she was feeling much better. Eventually it turned into a puppy pile napping session and if she ended up curled up between Peter and Felix? Eh, nobody said anything.

It was these series of events that led to their newest and by far strangest addition to their friend group. Here it was, two days after Damian's announcement and here in front of her stands no other than Jonathan Kent, Damian's best friend.

"Hey, Mari. It's been a while, huh?" She could admit Jon looked nervous. The way he wouldn't meet her eyes and how his hand was rubbing his neck. But him bring nervous did nothing to calm her nerves about why he was even here.

Marinette took a deep breath and drew as much of her inner Ladybug as she could. "Why are you here, Jonathan?"

Jon flinched at how she used his full name. "I'm so sorry, Nette. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I didn't push harder. You were my friend too. I should have checked on you. Damian was such a good liar, I never knew. I should have known but I didn't and that doesn't excuse the fact that I wasn't there for you." Jon took a deep breath and finally met her eyes before speaking again. "But I'm going to do better, Nette. Whatever you need just say the word. Even if it means leaving. When we saw your interview Dad told Uncle Bruce to make sure his family was in order especially his youngest. He didn't give any details and Uncle Bruce got offended. I guess he did end up talking to Damian, but Damian doubled down on his lies and his family is believing him. But I know better because I saw what you said and I know even that wasn't the whole truth. So I want you to know I'm on your side."

Marinette was silent for a minute she study him and his words. The way she was looking at him made Jon feel like his whole soul was being judged, but he didn't dare look away. He needed her to know he meant it and that he was truly sorry for not being for. After a minute that felt like hours Marinette smiled softly at him. "I could always appreciate a hug from a friend." She held her arm open and Jon surged forward and hugged her tightly lifting her off the ground.

Marinette giggled a bit before he set her down. "Thanks, Jon for being here for me. I know Damian is you best friend-"

"He lost that right when he decided to lie to me repeatedly for his own benefit." Jon looked uncharacteristically upset at the fact.

"Well if you're in need of some more good friends, I know a group you should meet. Come on, we're about to have a pool day. I'm sure I have some swim trunks I've designed that you could probably fit. "

After they changed intl their respective swimwear, Mari led Jon to her Uncle Tony's pool where the rest of her friends were already waiting. "Hey guys! I'd like you to meet my friend Jon. He's in need of some good company."

Those who recognized Jon looked up surprised before see his nervous fidgeting and hearing Marinette's last sentence before nodding in understand. It was Peter who spoke up first. "Well any friend of Mari's is welcome with us. Come on we were about to play chicken fight!" And just like that their pool party was in swing. The played a couple pool games and had some snacks before Marinette decided to play some music. Soon a familiar tune was playing over the speakers.

When Rome's in ruins

It was Chole who started singing along first sitting laying on one of the pool chairs. In between Alix and Kagami.

We are the lions

Free of the colosseum.

In fields of poison

We're anitvenom

We're the beginning of the end.

Soon Alix was singing the next part as Chloe finished the first part.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

It's all over now

Before it has begun

We've already won

Luka was quick to pick up the chorus while trying to get everyone to join in with him.

We are wild

We are like young volcanoes

While everyone was distracted with singing Luka had Adrien and Jon sneak with him behind the girls in the pool chair. Each of them grabbed one and threw them in the water. Luka grabbed Kagami, Adrien grabbed Chloe and Jon grabbed Alix.

We are wild

Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

As everyone else's singing tapered off into laughing, Marinette picked up the next part solo as she walked to the diving board and climbed up.

Come on, make it easy, say I never mattered

Run it up the flag pole,

She ended her singing with a cannonball into the pool. Peter picked it up from his place in Felix's arms.

We will teach you how to make boys next door out of assholes

He sung his verse looking at Felix the whole time, who scoffed jokingly when Peter winked at him, but gave a him a kiss after he was done singing. Marc and Nathaniel picked up where he left off dueting together.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

And it's all over now

Before it has begun

We've already won

Soon everyone was singing along again to the chorus playing around splashing each other.

We are wild

We are like young volcanoes

We are wild

Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

Soon everybody had calmed down slightly singing a little quieter. Marinette her self was floating on her back towards the center of the pool. Smiling at all her support around her.

We are wild

We are like young volcanoes

We are wild

Americana, exotica

Do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?

As the song ended Jon was the first to speak. "What the fuck is in the water in Paris that makes y'all so talented?"

Peter laughed as he easily agreed, "That's what I said!"

Adrien chuckled at the Americans in their group antics. "To be fair, Felix is from London and Kagami is from Japan."

"Still! That is crazy. And Marinette I never knew you could sing like that!" Jon looked over towards the bluenette, his eyes softening at her.

Marinette giggled. "Neither did the rest of the world until Neon Titanium featured in Luka's last single."

"What?!" Jon exclaimed. "You're Neon Titanium?! I loved that song! Nette you're even more amazing than I thought."

Luka threw his hand up saying "Here, here." Making Marinette blush as all her friends joined in on complimenting her.

About a 3 weeks later, Marinette found herself working on a dress for her debut as Neon Titanium which uncle Tony insisted she do at a gala he's throwing. Which she suspects he's throwing just for her to debut because there was absolutely no gala planned before.

That was what she was doing when Jon, Felix, and Peter found her. It didn't take long for Jon to fit in with group. And with how often he stayed with them in New York instead of going back to Metropolis, no one was surprised when he started dating Peter and Felix. Marinette was happy for them even though it seemed like everyone was in happy relationships but her. But she knew she still had some things to work out before returning to the dating scene.

As they approached Marinette paused her sketching to look at her friends. "What's up guys? You needed something?"

The 3 boys looked at each other before Peter spoke up. "Yeah, actually. We wanted to tell you something." He rubbed the back of his neck before letting out a sigh. "We like you Marinette. A lot. And we would love for you to date us."

Marinette could feel the rejection on her tongue, but before she could say a word Jon cut her off.

"Let us finish first Nette. Please. After we're done you can tell us to never bother you again, but just let us get this out." Jon pleaded at her. Marinette just nodded and let them continue.

"We all like you a lot," Felix started his words very sincere. "But we all know that your still healing. We only told you because we thought it would be fair for you to know."

It almost seemed as they had planned and rehearsed for this because Peter effortlessly picked up after Felix. "We're not trying to guilt you into dating us because at the end of the day it is still you decision. And we know it may be some time before your ready to even consider dating us, but we're willing to wait."

Jon grabbed her hands as he prepared to finish them out. "We just want you to know how amazing we think you are. We'll be beyond lucky if you decide to date us when you're ready to make that choice. And until you are we're still your friends and we'll continue helping you heal and be better how ever you want us to. And if you decide you don't see us that way we'll still be some of your closest friends because having you in our lives is a blessing Nette."

Soon they all seemed to be holding one of her hands as they finished what they had to say. Marinette had silent tears streaming down her face, but the big smile she had eased away their worries. She pulled them into a tight hug for a moment before pulling back.

"You guys are the absolute best friends a girl can have." She smiled at them gratefully. "You're right that I'm not ready yet, but when I am, you guys will be the first people I consider dating. Promise. Now do you guys wanna see the designs I'm considering for my reveal?"

As the boys gathered around Marinette for her to show them her sketchbook she thought to herself with a smile.

I might not be quite okay yet, but with all the great people I have on my side, I know I will be soon.

#dc x miraculous #marivenger #maribat salt #marijon #felinette #spideybug #ex daminette #OT4 YALL #ITS A COMING #Am i projecting my poly ass? #yes yes i am #give me 3 SOs to love and be loved by dammit! #im a hot mess #maribat #Neon Titanium

[she-shall-conquer]

The Controversialism of Inequality

I dream of a day when the church will no longer piggy back on the latest trends. I dream of a time when the church prides itself at being better at Human Resource Management and Leadership than at Marketing. What’s new right? John Donne has been saying this for (literally) centuries! The Bible has been pretty constant about it’s messages regarding the treatment of people, and yet only now is the church getting “woke”? Excuse me if I doubt your intentions… (however necessary and faux-noble). But also, how can you raise the race issue without bringing up the topic of gender? To be clear: Racial Inequality is a REAL issue and should be discussed and I’m glad that the topic is coming up, but why did it take BLM to make it happen? I’m pretty sure (absolutely certain) that the biggest contention of prejudice addressed in the New Testament was, you guessed it, racism… Now if we do the math: The Bible is one of the best selling books of all time, one of the most translated books of all time, and the fact that a vast majority of the colonized world was colonized by “Christian” nations. Therefore, this colonization should prides itself in establishing the least racist places, with the most selfless and loving cultures and have a great deal of generosity with perhaps a slightly lower poverty gap.

Oh, wait…

That’s right, folks, we stuffed up real good on this one… And how I wish we could all return to the genuine authenticity that I read about constantly. It pains me so greatly. Its like reading Narnia and knowing that Narnia exists, so you go to Narnia and it’s Game of Thrones. Man, oh man, the disappointment. This being said, there are a lot of missionaries and missionary schools that have done a world of good, people with pure hearts and altruistic intentions — these have been besmirched and thrown out with the dirty, grimy bathwater of exploitation, greed, and contempt. Furthermore, there are countless arguments, sides to the story, and this is a very real discussion with personal implications that needs to be had amongst brothers and sisters (in Christ) in practice and in community. Just a note — if you want to effectively teach people anything, psychologically, just talking at people is possibly the worst way to do it (just saying); it’s an organizational problem that requires change and development of an entire culture. This is a debate for another day and a more researched perspective/argument.

I believe it’s important to note that Christianity was never meant to be a social revolution, there are no colour codes or banners or marches or slogans. I don’t believe that Christianity supports slavery, I mean William Wilberforce was motivated to end the slave-trade because of his faith, but it speaks about slavery and how to treat your slaves/masters. This might be confusing at first approach. From my understanding what I see is that respect, love, and one’s heart were far more important than moral absolutes, which completely does in my need for justice.

Y'all got any more of that… Captain America?

But the New Testament is also excruciatingly clear about how people in the church should treat each other. If the Body of Christ (the Church) is family, it should be the safest place, it should b the place where you can be most yourself, and where people can be most honest with you about which parts of yourself are good and bad. It’s all part of the constructive learning process. In the New Testament, the bad parts of people were confronted when they were, in no uncertain terms, told to stop being so prejudiced. They were told to stop treating rich people better than poor people, told to stop treating Jews better than non-Jews, even Jesus treated the sinner and saint with the same love and dignity — a little less dignity, but still love, towards the proud and the hypocritical. From these values arose the declaration that in Christ there is no longer man nor woman, slave nor free, Jew nor Gentile. These are arguably the three ‘-isms’ that have wrought the greatest havoc on our current world and society and have been proponents of the greatest evils: racism, sexism, and classism (I see you there, Mr. Marx). Abolished and condemned along with the sins of the world are our prejudices and our shortcomings. But as a Western Charismatic church, I do not believe we have established a church culture that is free of these things, but maybe in our attempt to address the racism in our church culture, these other two will also surface.

Please understand that this piece of writing is not so much about what the practical outworking of it is as much as it is the value structure that influences how we treat people, built into our cognition. If we can work towards addressing that, I believe the practical outworking will follow, or be addressed at a later stage, perhaps by someone else. Inequality, and subsequent abuse, on a broad scale is often the result of an inherent cultural cognition that places features on a value hierarchy: rich are more valuable than poor, white are more valuable than non, men are more valuable than women (as per history’s norm). This is what I would like to address.

Gender inequality is not the “burn your bra” brigade or anything that God-fearing Christians should be afraid of, it’s a commitment to seeing the restoration and empowerment of women — she that gave birth to you. And apparently, I’m not the only one that uses this point — in fact, it wasn’t my point to begin with, it’s the Apostle Paul’s. After the section in 1 Corinthians where he’s done talking about not letting women speak and disrupting everything by asking questions about things they don't know (you know that part where he says they should rather ask the questions at home instead of disrupting the prayer meeting, which really has a lot to do with a lack of education) he speaks about God’s view of women, where there is no hierarchical difference. Woman was made of man, but man is born of a woman. This is gender inequality, where we refuse to see the perspective and heart of God, where God uses people equally, and views people equally — what we ask is that the hierarchy of value be eliminated from, at least, our church culture so that we can start to put an end to the ghastly horrors of violence against women.

Is violence against men a reality? Yes, undoubtedly, yes! But statistics show that a vast majority of victims are female, and of those females, it is more than likely perpetrated by a male. So instead of doing the dumb pretense of guilt thing that we do so often when we finally realize we have been wrong, let us be motivated by guilt (which focuses on others and their suffering) and not shame (which focuses on ourselves). These errors in judgement and culture are pointed out to help us all grow.

The South African news has been rife with stories of rape, murder, abduction, and abuse of women, and these are only a few of the stories. Women in Sub-Saharan African have a 1 in 3 (36.6%) chance of experiencing gender-based violence in their life time, a region with the third highest prevalence in the world. Something has got to give. How can we idly stand by and just send condolences, Facebook-React with a teary face, share, re-tweet, like, or change our profile picture? It’s deeper, friends, far deeper. When will we stop and re-evaluate our culture, our societal norms? How many more of our children, our aunties, our nieces, our students, our girlfriends, our best friends, our dear loved ones must bear the burden of abuse before we start to relook at our culture? If you like me, have stumbled upon the disillusionment of discord, between what you believe, what you read about, compared to what you see in practice, here are a few considerations I humbly ask you to think about, to look into, and to build upon:

Step 1: A Product of Your Society

Research says the relationship between culture and language and cognition is reciprocal, you influence your culture and your culture influences you, and your language shapes your culture and cognition just as your culture shapes your language and your way of thinking. To understand that our value system is a much deeper social construct than our individual upbringing and our own choices and beliefs is a necessity in bringing change. Culture is so very nuanced and so very fundamental to our entire being that we cannot just make a decision to separate it from our way of life, we cannot learn information or even practices that might entirely change the way we think. Even the way we talk influences how we think and therefore what we do, this is why “locker room talk” is a problem, because language shapes culture and cognition and cognition shapes language and culture. I’m not suggesting that we just keep our mouths shut for fear of saying the wrong thing or go on a witch hunt for bad statements, but rather let’s be open to having a brother or sister give helpful, loving feedback on our comments. This can in turn help us to recognize underlying prejudices in our cognition that we were perhaps unaware of. This is not to say that you are not to be held responsible for your prejudices, but let’s all remember that dehumanizing people solves nothing at all. We should all recognise that along with our culture and our upbringing, there are certain values that come along and form apart of our cognitions and processing mechanisms — ones we need to be open to addressing and mending. This is not easy, but if we’re all on the same team of Love, Kindness, and Respect, it makes it a lot easier. This of course, on top of the fact that we are to be transformed by the renewing of our minds?

Step 2: Right/Wrong are Contextual Variables

A team can be a lot more effective when half the team doesn’t have to run with a limp (or a pair of heels/a dress, ya know). It may be crudely comparable to a soccer game where half the team keeps getting carded for using too much of their hips while running, or flicking their hair too inappropriately, or their shorts being too short, or their laces not being long enough, or whatever ridiculous reason is being used for why the other team keeps scoring. The team would (or should) no doubt be up in arms, because of how it hinders their effectiveness to play the game, which is of course the main point. It may also be like saying that certain demographic categories of players may only be in the team as subs, none of them are ever allowed to be in the starting line-up, but they’ll be used if there’s no one else left. This is not a good strategic move to enable the goal to be achieved. And for some real talk, if we had to put all the highest earning players in the starting line up, it might be that we have selected the best players, but why would we make that a rule and sell ourselves short of employing the best strategy of players and placement based on their strengths and ability according to the context? I’ll not insult your intelligence by explaining just how we do exactly this in the church/societal norms. We forget that there is a great deal of contextualization apparent int he Bible. God remains the same, his heart and values remain unchanged, but in certain situations an action is wrong and in other situations it is right. If we look at the Bible purely as a book of moral absolutes of course there will be irreconcilable contradictions.

One of the reasons I dislike personality test is because they always ask for absolutes, of which I have none in my life. There is no one action that I will always take regardless of circumstance. We all have circumstantial decisions and choices we have made dependent on our values and beliefs. Often our values remain unchanged, be it principle based or outcomes based, even though our decisions differ. What am I getting at? We need to mine the various accounts of the God we serve, as well as personally invest time and devotion, to know His heart, and His values (if serving and following Him is something we want to do), and then, with His mercy and guidance, start to evaluate our current practices and see if they really are as Gospel-oriented as we think they are, and if they are in line with His values. In the culture of the time, I understand, let the educated people teach the other people. So in that case, women don’t teach, right? But if the church is family and family is where you should be most yourself, if women can’t lead or teach, how can you substantiate women studying management, or women being CEOs or presidents, or women being lecturers? It’s a cognitive dissonance that needs to be re-evaluated. Perhaps you don't agree with women being in these “secular positions”. Why? Is it possible that where the church has failed to press on with the agenda and has been crippled and sidetracked by secondary issues that the world has caught up? Let us examine our context in light of His Heart.

Step 3: The Talking Listening Cure

I referenced Freud in this step, but it really has nothing to do with him, except for his novel idea of talking through situations and circumstances in order to understand and reach a conclusion. What he really did, was listen. So should we. Of course I don’t know everything and I never will, not even about this particular issue. I do however know that it’s not so much about the philosophy as much as it is about having and acting upon values that will shape my relationships with those around me. We are focused on the goal of love, but how do we love? This is the question we need to be continually asking. To love is to pay attention, to listen, to hear, to move towards understanding and to value (love your neighbor as you love yourself). May we not only learn to listen, but may a deep yearning and desire to listen be born within our hearts and minds, may we be malleable and teachable. Let’s start the conversations in the closets of our homes, leaning in to hear the heart of the Almighty, and looking at the Bible more holistically and in context, never losing sight of the main point: Love, Truth, Light, Hope — Jesus. And then, take it one step at a time, speaking to those closest to you, then slowly broadening the topic to your community. This may help in emphasizing that is not a “Femi-Nazi rampage” but rather an honest questioning of how to love and value others better, from the very core of our hearts and minds, which will then change how we act, what we say, and how we treat those that are ‘different’ to us.

Final Thoughts

We don’t choose these things when we are born, I didn’t decide to be born a woman, or be born with my skin colour, or be born into the social class that I was, but yet, these are things people use to attribute value to me, each with their own measurement sticks (or pencils)… We all do it to a degree, and we all have it done to us to a degree. This is not my plight to be valued or recognized, this is my questioning of our culture and values that ultimately shape how we treat others and how we mistreat others.

You want to know why #MenAreTrash? Not because you as a man are trash, but because societal values and norms more often than not establish a value hierarchy that enables men to abuse women. The concept of a man that is often taught and learned is trash. Yes, it is a generalisation, but that’s kind of how statistics work. For all the things men are allowed to say or do, even with harmless intentions, that shapes culture and in turn shapes other men, that spirals to rape, murder, abuse, that concept of a man is trash. This is a desperate plea for men and women alike to relook at what you do, why you do it, and what your underlying cognitions are — this is a call to re-examination of values, particularly in the church.

I’m not asking us to revolt, I’m asking us to structure our organization, the church, differently, where we remain true to his heart and the call He has placed upon us. I ask that we move towards a church that exemplifies the heart of God, where everyone has equal value and equal ability to contribute, regardless of race, gender, or socio-economic status/class.

I hold no sway in formal church structures, mostly because I’m young, and a woman, and not married to an elder, (give or take) so in the spirit of using what I have to do the best I can, I aim to start exploring this topic in greater detail, through research, through art, and through engagement/conversation.

#woke

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THE GLORY OF GODHEAD-YAHWEH&YESHUA[MIRACULOUS POWER FREED THE UNIQUE ONE[ELIZABETH L.SMITH CONSECRATED TO GOD'S LIGHT]

Ni Ha Ma, Annyeong Haseyo, And Ohayo Everyone, Or Good Morning Everyone Around The World!!! PRAISING OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST OUR KING OF GLORY DAILY, AND ALWAYS FOR THE LIFESTYLE HE[YESHUA] LIVED IN THE NEW TESTAMENT IN THE HOLY BIBLE!!! SHOOO, YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL,LOVING,PEACEFUL, AND VERY GRACEFUL HEART I KNOW, MY LOVING VERY PRECIOUS LORD AND SAVIOR LORD JESUS CHRIST, KING OF KINGS, LORD OF LORDS, AND PRINCE OF PEACE, YOUR ARE OH VERY,VERY,VERY,AND VERY PRECIOUS, DEARLY BELOVED TO BOAZ AND I.... FOR UNDERSTANDING OUR HEARTS, AND HELPING US TO HELP OUR BRAVE, LOVING,AND COURAGEOUS BRETHREN AROUND THE WORLD... IT'S VERY IMPERATIVE EVERYONE WHO IS A CHILD OF GODHEAD, NO MATTER WHAT RACE YOU ARE, WE MUST SEEK GODHEAD WHOLEHEARTEDLY, EACH AND EVERYDAY FOR THE SAKE OF THOSE WE TRULY LOVE!!! WE MUST SHOW OUR ADVERSARIES[THE DISOBEDIENT BASTARDS], THAT IT IS GOD ALONE WE SERVE AND KEEP FIRST, BEFORE OUR FACE, EVERY SECOND,EVERY MINUTE, AND EVERY HOUR OF OUR DAY!!!! I MUST ADMIT THIS FACT, THE ONLY REASON, OUR RECORDS WHERE LIED ON,IT WAS A TRICK OF THE ENEMY LU THE FALLEN CHERIUB CREW DID THIS DAMAGES!!! KNOWING THESE THINGS, I WAS TARGETED THROUGH THE YEARS, CAUSING ME TO BE HOSPITALIZED, AND SENT TO DEVILISH HOSPITALS, JUST RECENTLY FATHER GOD REMINDED ME OF THE MINISTERING ANGEL THAT ASKED ME THE 1 TIME IN GRADY HOSPITAL IN ATLANTA GA, A DOCTOR WITH A UNIQUE NAME ASKED ME IF YOUR CHARACTER IS REALLY LIKE THIS, WHAT IS SOMEONE LIKE YOU DOING HERE? THAT WAS THE 2 TIME A PERSON SAID THAT TO ME, BECAUSE THE VERY 1 TIME WAS GODHEAD THE TRINITY USED A LADY FROM THE CLUB, WHEN I WENT WITH A CERTAIN CREW, SHE ASKED ME WHAT IS A PERSON LIKE YOU DOING IN A PLACE LIKE THIS? I NEVER WENT BACK TO THE CLUB NO MORE... OH OUR VERY DEAR, AND PRECIOUS FAMILY'S OF GODHEAD AROUND THE WORLD, WE TRULY NEVER INTENDED THINGS TO GET THIS FAR OUT OF HAND... BUT BECAUSE THOSE BASTARDS REVOLTED ON US WILLINGLY, AND SELFISHLY DENYING THE TRUE POWER OF GODHEAD IN AND ON A HOLY VESSELS LIFE, WANTING THINGS THAT WHERE NEVER YOURS TO BEGIN WITH!!!! GODHEAD APPOINTED ME PERSONALLY, CAUSE I REQUESTED THIS IN 2003 BEFORE 18, CAUSE I SAW THROUGH THE CRAP, AND TRAPS OF PEOPLE SAYING CONDOLENCES WE ARE SORRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU ALL!!! BUT I WAS HAPPY FATHER GOD GOT MY HAND QUICKLY, CAUSE I HAD THIS ONE MIND SET, WHICH WAS IF YOUR ASS SAID THAT ONE MORE DAMN TIME TO ME, I WAS GOING TO SHOW YOU PERSONALLY HOW I REALLY FELT, IN MISSING MY BROTHER AND SISTER, THEN DEALING WITH WHAT HAPPENED TO THE FAMILY'S OF OTHERS FROM 9/11... I WAS HIS QUEEN THAT ONLY BECAME LOYAL IN TRUSTING GODHEAD IN EVERYTHING, AND EVERYWAY!!!! I TOLD HIM I DIDN'T TRUST MANKIND NO MORE, CAUSE TO SELFISHLY MAKE THINGS HARDER ON US RIGHTEOUS HEIRS, JUST BECAUSE WE OBEY AND OUR LIFESTYLE, RESEMBLES OUR ELDER BROTHER ALPHA AND OMEGA=LORD JESUS CHRIST!!! THE WICKED WAS TOO SORRY TO DO ANYTHING FOR THEIRSELVES, THIS IS WHY IN THE HOLY BIBLE GODHEAD TOLD US NOT TO BE UNEQUALLY YOKED WITH AN UNBELIEVER& TO SEPARATE FROM THE COVETOUS CREW[LUSTFUL=CARNAL MINDED]!!! DEUTERONOMY 7 &GALATIANS 5 TOLD YOU ALL AROUND THE WORLD, WHO WE AS JOINT-HEIRS WITH OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST OUR KING OF GLORY SHOULD ASSOCIATE WITH!!!! GOOD COMPANY IS ALWAYS BETTER TO HANG AROUND WITH, INSTEAD OF BAD COMPANY!!!! NOW ANGELS OF THE HOST OF HEAVEN HEAR ME THIS DAY I QUEEN ELIZABETH L. SMITH, GODHEAD DAUGHTER, I'M FED UP NOW WITH ALL OF THE WEED AND TARES IN AND UNDER THIS WORLD, DOING THINGS THAT'S FORBIDDEN PERIOD. IT IS NOT ALLOWED ANYMORE FOR THEM TO BE IN NO OFFICE'S CAUSING TROUBLE FOR HAPPY HOMES AROUND THE WORLD, JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE A CERTAIN ETHINIC, WE DIDN'T PUT YOU BASTARDS INTO THESE POSITIONS TO MAKE THINGS HARD ON US, AND TO DECEIVE THE INNOCENT BEHIND CLOSED DOORS... I KNOW NOW WHY THAT COP IN 3RD GRADE LOOKED AT ME, AND SAID SOMEONE REALLY TRAINED YOU, VERY GOOD... AMERICA WHY DO WE REALLY HAVE COPS IN THIS WORLD, WHO SUPPOSE TO D.A.R.E= DRUG ABUSE RESISTANCE EDUCATION PROGRAMS. BUT IN THESE DAYS YOU ALL ASSIST IN USING DRUGS BEHIND THE SENCE, WALKING AND TALKING IN THE YIN YANG LIFESTYLE. MY FAMILY REVEALED THESE TRUE THINGS TO ME IN 2008 BATTLE IN FEBRUARY OF THE YEAR I WAS JUST 22YDS! SO YES INDEED WE REALLY HAVE PROBLEMS, WITH YOU ALL LIVING IN BLACK AND WHITE/ YOU SCALING FENCE BASTARDS OR SHOULD I SAY DR.JEKEL& AND MRS.HYDE!!! THIS IS AN EXAMPLE OF SODOM AND GOMORRAH MINDSET[YOU WHERE MADE MAN,BUT YOU WANT TO BE A WOMAN, YOU WHERE MADE WOMAN,BUT YOU WANT TO BE A MAN=REPROBATE MIND, YOU ALL MADE YOURSELVES THINK THAT WAY FOR SO LONG,THAT IT SHOWS THESE DAYS!!!! MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT, I'M ALL WOMAN AND BOAZ IS ALL MAN, BUT BECAUSE I WAS SHORT, AND MY EYES LOOKED REGIONAL ALONG WITH EVERYTHING ELSE, FATHER GOD GOT ME AT THE AGE OF 3, BECAUSE I WAS TIRED OF GOING INTO STORES, AND GETTING BLAMED OF STEALING, AND I WOULD JUST CRY, TIL GODHEAD HAD MY BROTHER TO ASK ME THAT QUESTION??? THEN I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THIS AFTER ALL OF THESE YEARS, GOD KNEW MY HEART HAS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE WITH HIM-ELOHIM, CAUSE I HATE LIES JUST LIKE MY DADDY DOES!!! IT SUCKS, TO KNOW THAT THESE INFIDELS, HAS MESSED UP EVERYTHING AND NOW WE HAVE TO FIX THIS MESSED THESE DAMN BASTARDS DID!!!! THIS WHOLE EARTH HAS LITERALLY SHOWED AND TOLD BOAZ AND I EVERYTHING, FROM GENESIS 1 TO REVELATION, EVERYBODY IN THIS WORLD IS WITHOUT AN EXCUSE, OF WHY MY FATHER GOD EARTH LOOKS LIKE THIS!!!! SOMEBODY BETTER QUICKLY GET THEIR ASS UP, AND DO WHAT A TRUE LEADER OF RIGHTEOUSNESS DOES, BECAUSE IF NOT AND WE HAVE TO SEE YOU ALL PERSONALLY, OH YOU WILL BE SENT HELL.... NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, I DESPISE ANYONE WHO TALKS LIGHT, BUT LIVES IN DARKNESS!!!! BECAUSE ULTIMATELY YOU ARE SERIOUSLY A CREEPING THING, THAT HAS FORGOTTEN WHY WE KICKED Y'ALL ASS OUT OF HEAVEN IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!! YOU DON'T BLASPHEME MY DAD'S NAME AND THINK, YOU ALL WILL HAVE WEALTH AND RICHES,WHERE WE DO THAT AT? THE HOLY BIBLE SAYS THE WEALTH OF THE SINNERS IS LAID UP FOR THE JUST=RIGHTEOUS RIGHTEOUS PEOPLE!!! WHICH MEANS THE HOLY SCRIPTURES WHEN IT SAID GOD IS ANGRY WITH THE WICKED EVERYDAY, AND HE WILL CUT THE WICKED OFF!!!! THEIR FUNKY ASS GO PLOT WITH EACH OTHER, IN THEIR SECRET MEETINGS SCEHMING WICKEDLY THINKING WE DIDN'T KNOW!!! BUT GUESS WHAT DUMB ASS, WE KNEW IT ALL, JUST WATCHING Y'ALL ASS THIS WHOLE TIME, TO SEE IF Y'ALL WHERE GOING TO ADMIT THE WRONGS YOU ALL COMMITED ALL OF THESE YEARS!!! SHHHHHOOOOO, THEIR WORSE, SLOTHFUL, STUPID,STUBBORN,WASTEFUL, AND STANKY AS HELL WITH THEIR COLDHEARTED ASS!!!! YEAH, REMEMBER MY HUSBAND SAID THE LOVE OF MANY SHALL WAX COLD, GIVING HEED TO DOCTRINE'S OF DEVILS!!!!! BOAZ AND MY INHERITANCE IS NOT Y'ALLS, IT'S OURS, AND SINCE Y'ALL DUMBASS BASTARDS DIDN'T FREELY GIVE IT TO US, YO ANGELS AND TRUE AND VERY POWERFUL KINGDOM OF HEAVEN HOST OF HEAVEN I COMMAND ALL OF THE ANGELS OF LIGHT GO FORTH TAKE EVERYTHING BACK THAT'S OURS, AND OBLIBERATE AND ANNIHILATE OUR ENEMIES OFF OF THIS EARTH, FOR ALL ETERNITY. THIS IS CONSEQUENCES OF REVOLTING ON MY FATHER GOD, AND TRYING TO IMMITATE AND IMMITIDATE US... YALL OLD BLACK ASS BASTARDS, SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT DOCTOR IN THE 2BATTLE DIDN'T LIE, WHEN HE STATED DON'T LET HER RETURN BACK TO KID'S TIME LEARNING ACADEMY #4 IN 2010, I DID SAY WANTED MY FATHER GOD TO DESTROY THEM OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH, I WASN'T PLAYING THIS IS REALLY ME NOW.... THAT SHREW AND FLAWLESS BUSINESS MINDSET GIRL FROM KINDERGARTEN, MY TEACHER MRS.YOUNG KNEW I WAS A BABY GENIUS, SHE JUST WAS WORRIED ABOUT ME CAUSE I WET THE MAT, EVERYTIME I WOULD SLEEP... [ATTENTION PARENTS ALL OVER THE WORLD DO BE VERY CAREFUL WHAT YOU ALL BUY AND BRING INTO YOUR HOUSE, BECAUSE IF YOUR BABIES ARE SENSITIVE, IT WILL CAUSE THEM SLEEPLESS NIGHT'S!!! I HAD TO SLEEP WITH GODHEAD EVERY NIGHT, BECAUSE BEING TORMENTED BY PEOPLE DOING WITCHCRAFT IS NOT RIGHT FOR NO ONE!!! PRAISING THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY CREATOR OF HEAVEN AND THE EARTH FOREVERMORE, MY ABEOJI NEM, FOR DELIVERING ME FROM EVERYTHING, IT MAKES LIFE SO VERY MUCH MORE LIGHT, AND EASY FOR ME THESE DAYS, BUT HONESTLY THOUGH MY HEART REALLY GOES OUT TO BOAZ THOUGH, CAUSE MEN OF GODHEAD REALLY HAVE IT MUCH HARDER ON THEM THAN, US WOMEN, CAUSE THEY HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS CRAP OF MEN NOT WANTING TO CORRECT ANOTHER MAN THAT'S EMBRASSING THE REAL TRUE RIGHTEOUS MEN, CAUSE THEY MAKE EXCUSES SAYING THEY WON'T LISTEN TO YOU!!! THAT'S SOME DAMN GARBAGE AND, Y'ALL SORRY ASS KNOW IT, WE WHERE TOLD BY OUR KING OF GLORY TO HELP OUR BRETHREN OUT, EVEN IF WE HAVE TO REBUKE THEM, IT'S TO TELL YOU THIS, HE [ELOHIM WILL CLASS Y'ALL WITH THE WICKED THESE DAYS, BECAUSE YOU ALL ARE MAKING EXCUSES FOR THE CALF HEARTED BASTARDS [LIVING IDOLS, THAT KNOW GODHEAD HATES ANYTHING LIKE AN IDOL!!!!.] YO 2PAC NEM, BUST ON THEIR DUMBASS, YO RICO NEM CRUSH THEIR ASS, YO MR.MONROE NEM SLEW THEIR ASS OFF THIS EARTH, FOR DISOBEYING ORDERS FROM HIS MAJESTY YAHWEH AND YESHUA!!!!! WE CERTAINLY HAD A VERY BERRY LOVELY TIME, IN THOSE HOSPITAL EVENTS, I WAS ABLE TO FINALLY MEET BOAZ Y'ALL, AND I KNOW WITH ALL OF MY HEART,MIND,AND SOUL FATHER GOD I PROMISE YOU THIS ALONE, I WON'T NEVER, DO ANYTHING TO HURT MY VERY DEAR, AND PRECIOUS CHERISHED PARTNER BOAZ, BECAUSE I LOVE HIM JUST AS MUCH AS YOU ALL LOVE ME GODHEAD THE TRINITY CREW... OH WE WELCOME, YOU ALL KINGDOM OF HEAVEN WITH KING OF GLORY, AND ALL OF THE HOST OF HEAVEN GUIDE US IN SPIRIT AND IN TRUTH DAILY AND ALWAYS, GLORIFYING GODHEAD YAHWEH AND YESHUA FOREVERMORE, WE ONLY HAVE LIFE,BECAUSE YOU BREATHE INTO US ALL, AND WE ARE OH SO VERY DETERMINED MORE THAN EVER BEFORE, TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOU GODHEAD ELOHIM HIS MAJESTY, IN EVERYTHING WE DO FOR ALL ETERNITY, THIS IS MY NEW OATH TO YOU ABEOJI NEM [MY FATHER GOD NEM] WITH DIVINE LOVE,DIVINE PEACE,AND DIVINE JOY IN THE HOLY GHOST DAILY AND ALWAYS FOR ALL OF THESE VERY BEAUTIFUL LOVING PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN RIGHTEOUSNESS DAILY AND ALWAYS SEEN OR UNSEEN, ELEMENTAL HEDGE YOUR CHILDREN IN THIS WORLD MY OH MY VERY GREAT, AND VERY POWERFUL KING OF GLORY, OH ANCIENT OF DAYS GIVE US ALL THAT'S TRULY YOURS OUR INHERITANCE THIS DAY AND FOREVERMORE, SO THAT WE WILL GO FORTH, AND TELL OTHERS AROUND THE WORLD LOOK WHAT MY VERY LOVING AND VERY BRIGHT AND SHINNING MORNING STAR, THE SON OF GOD AND THE SON OF MAN ALPHA AND OMEGA HAS DONE FOR US, THROUGH OBEDIENCE IN THE HOLY BIBLE, HE FREED US FROM THE CURSE OF SIN AND DEATH, SO HE[ALPHA AND OMEGA OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST MR.BLAZING EYES, HE SO VERY SKILLFUL, HE WILL WHOOP YOUR ENEMY ASS JUST FOR YOU TOO!!! SO DON'T BE SCARED, JUST ASK OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST TO COME INTO YOUR LIFE, AND MAKE YOU A NEW PERSON, TO LIVE,LEARN,LAUGH, AND LOVE IN HIM[GODHEAD] ALONE!!!! IT'S NOT HARD Y'ALL LIVING IN RIGHTEOUSNESS, IT'S THE GREATEST DECISION I EVER MADE AT THAT YOUNG AGE LONG AGO, AND NO I DON'T REGRET MY PAST, BUT I DO EMBRACE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, WHO TAUGHT ME, JUST BE YOURSELF BABY GIRL, AND GODHEAD WILL ALWAYS PROTECT YOU FOREVERMORE.... MY KING, YOUR HONOR SUPREME JUDGE OF THIS UNIVERSE EL ELYON, COULD YOU TELL EVERYONE WHO IS UP THEIR WITH ALL I TRULY, SAY THANK YOU [ARIGATO,XIEXIE,AND GOSAMANIDA TO EVERYONE THEIR I'M SO VERY GRATEFUL WE ARE FAMILY TOGETHER FOREVER, I WAS FINALLY ABLE TO ACCEPT EVERYTHING ABOUT MYSELF, JUST THROUGH YOUR WORDS ALONE MSRAROTS. Y'ALL ARE SO VERY CHERISHED MORE THAN WORDS CAN DESCRIBE, EVEN EVERYONE IN THE HOLY BIBLE TOO, ALL OF YOU ALL TAUGHT ME EVERYTHING ABOUT LIVING THIS LIFE PLEASING GODHEAD IN EVERYTHING... ABEOJI FATHER GOD THANK YOU OH SO VERY MUCH FOR MAKING BOAZ AND I JUST FOR EACH OTHER, I REALLY KNOW WHAT HAPPINESS IN JOY OVERFLOWING, LIKE OUR ELDER BROTHER JESUS CHRIST TOLD US... PRAISING GODHEAD THE TRINITY IN EVERYTHING, AND THROUGH ALL OF THINGS, EMBRACING YOUR LOVE,PEACE, AND JOY IN THE HOLY GHOST FOREVER, GIVING GODHEAD ALL OF THE PRAISE,GLORY,AND HONOR THAT'S DUE UNTO YOUR NAME FOREVER AND EVERMORE, AMEN, AND,AMEN!!! ENJOY Y'ALL VERY PROSPEROUS, AND PEACEFUL WEEK WITH THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN BEING HERE WITH US ALWAYS YOU RIGHTEOUS PEOPLE OF GODHEAD, BE ENCOURAGED IN THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, AND APPLY GODHEAD HOLY BIBLE DAILY IN YOUR LIVES AND EXPERIENCE THE CHANGE OF A LIFETIME, HALLELUJAH, HOSANNA BE TO THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST OUR KING OF GLORY, FOREVERMORE,AMEN!!!! LOVE YOU SO,SO,OH SO VERY MUCH BOAZ ENJOY A LIFETIME OF SUPERNATURAL PROTECTION OF SHEKINA GLORY GOD'S RADIANT PRESENCE KEEPING US FROM ALL EVIL, ALWAYS, AND TRUSTING GODHEAD TO SMITE ALL OF OUR ENEMIES OFF THE EARTH FOREVERMORE, IN JESUS HOLY,MIGHTY NAME WE PRAY, AMEN!!!! GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST OF PRAISE, FOREVER, AND EVERMORE,AMEN, AND AMEN!!!!😍😍😍😍😍