black women are never championed for who we are as individuals or as unique beings. we’re never cherished and treated like we need protection (BECAUSE WE DO) and are often left to fend for ourselves. we’re only applauded for what we can do for EVERYONE ELSE.
so, with that being said, when y'all can give me a reason as to why you love black women aside from us being “strong” and “independent” gimme a call.
until then… kindly stay out my mentions and/or notifications talkin’ absolute nonsense about “divisiveness” whenever a black woman brings up the fact that we often harvest the crop, set the table, and prepare the food,,, but we never get to eat.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Void!Stiles/Reader Words: 2,223 AN: Chapter 4, and there’s only one more left. Thank you @writing-obrien for being awesome as usual and helping me out! If the beginning seems familiar it’s cause the prologue was actually an excerpt from this chapter.
You flicked the overhead light on, the single bulb on a string illuminating the lone chair in the middle of the room. Void squinted up at you from it, his face shifting through a range of emotions, finally settling on mild surprise. He tugged on the restraints holding him down and smirked up at you. “Look who it is.”
i think benny would be TERRIFIED of thunder like he’d just shut himself into a closet and gcbc would be all “uh. benny?” “haha uh BENNY ISN’T HERE RIGHT NOW, PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP! *long "beeeeeep”*“ and gcbc would have to coax him out and hug him a lot and tell him it’s okay
PROMPT: Another hella sad prompt (bc you are amazing at them): Imagine Person A calling Person B on the phone really excited and happy, but when Person B answers it’s just a voicemail. Person A freezes, drops the phone, and breaks down into tears because Person B died a long time ago, but they still call them because voicemail is the closest thing they have to hearing Person B’s voice. (REQUESTED BY ANON)
WARNING: This made me sob. A lot.
Phil’s been gone for five years now, and Dan still pays Phil’s phone bill so he can hear Phil’s voice on the voicemail. He’s literally going crazy without his best friend.
“Hi Dan!” A fan rushed up to Dan. “Oh, hello…” Dan replied. “How are you?” The fan asked. “I’m fine, thanks.” Dan sighed, looking at the girl. “Look, Dan, I know five years ago today… that, happened. But remember, it always gets better. Can I get a picture?”
He smiled, and took the picture with the fan. “Do remember, do whatever you have to do to be happy.” She smiled then left. Dan didn’t have any words. He actually smiled. He hasn’t smiled in 5 years. He missed Phil so dearly– he slept in his bed, wore his clothes… just to smell his scent. He even carried Phil’s phone in his pocket. When Phil passed away, Dan was in his worst existential crisis yet– he was depressed, never leaving the house. The fans were extremely worried about him, sending him so many messages, but he would never respond. Soon, they just forgot the man who was danisnotonfire.
Dan loved Phil– he was his best friend, his almost lover… but what they had was skinny love. Dan always wanted more– he loved Phil. More than a friend. He wanted to tell Phil, scream it out to him… how much Phil mattered. But now Phil would never know.
“I should tell Phil all about this!” Dan said to himself as he paced home to his flat.
“Phil!” He shouted when he got inside. “Phil! Phil! I have something to tell you!” He smiled, going up the stairs to go into Phil’s bedroom. “Phil? Where are you?” He looked into Phil’s room– well, his now.
Nobody was in the room, just the messed up bed sheets and water glasses on the end table. A smashed photo and glass of Phil and him from 2009 was in the corner of the room. That picture was from when they met for the first time– and it was in shatters. "Looks like I’ll have to call you,“ Dan sighed and took out his phone. He sat on Phil’s bed, going to his contacts.
‘Now Calling: Phil Lester<3’
He put his phone up to his ear, patiently waiting for the phone to pick up. Then, after three rings, the other phone in his pocket began ringing. He took out the black iPhone, the yellow Lemongrab case showing. It said on the screen 'Dan Howell Is Calling…’
A tear went down Dan’s cheek, as he knew Phil wouldn’t answer. Tears streamed down his face as he stared at the phone, then he looked at his phone and heard Phil’s wonderful voice on the voicemail.
"Hi, this is Phil and I’m not here right now, so please leave a message after the RAWR!”
It beeped, and Dan froze. Dan threw both of the phones on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, running his hands through his hair, his face in his hands. He finally got up, picking up his phone. He put it to his ear.
“Hey, Phil…” He sniffled.
“I just wanted to say… I miss you. I will never accept the fact you’re gone– it feels as you’re still here. It’s been five years without you… five years of hell without you. I haven’t gave in yet… but I want to join you. I didn’t have a best friend the first 18 years of my life, and now that my best friend is gone– I can barely live without you. I want to join you– I want to be with you. I can’t take it anymore. I love you, Phil. I just never got to show you my love for you. Do you hear me? I LOVE YOU, PHIL LESTER. I love you! I said it! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, AND YOU’RE GONE! Gone, fucking gone! I wanted to tell you so bad– but I never knew what you would think, I was too scared Phil. Scared to admit the truth. And look where it got me… I lost you. You were my everything. YOU were the reason my world shined, YOU were the reason of my happiness. If you hadn’t of came into my life, I would’ve been dead… and you’re gone. Gone, gone, gone. It took me this long to realize, I want to be with you. At long last. I want to be reunited with you. I don’t want to see the world without my best friend. I will see you soon, Phil.
I love you.”
He pressed 'End Call’ and cried himself to sleep. He had so many thoughts going through his mind.
When he woke up, he looked over to the side table beside the bed.
The 2009 photo has been repaired. There was no glass on the floor, the picture was in it’s frame, and the picture was staring right at Dan. But in the corner of the picture, written on it, said the words:
A different voice answered, This one was female. “Liam isn’t here right now… please leave a message at the punch in the face…” This voice sounded Aggressive. Who stepped out was a dirty blonde haired female, she wore a black jacket that had ripped sleeves, with what looked like a sort of teeth design on the bottom, black jeans that had rips in the form of lines going all the wall down in the from. black shoes and snake bites under her bottom lip.