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the call. I (sevika + vi)
SYNOPSIS: reddit: a place for thought-dumping and being horny [college au] WORD COUNT: 9.5K WARNINGS: this was supposed to be dark but its very crack-ish, sevika and vi play rugby(kinda minor plot tbh), oc is a crazy redditor and wears skirts, STALKING, 90% SMUT MDNI(fingering + phone sex + munching + mult orgasms + dirty talk, tensionnnn) brief mentions of grief and loss bc me, recreational drug use, JUST TOXIC, abby makes an appearance later A/N: WROTE THIS WITH MY BABY!!! @trackinglessons art by lottie my love my light my everything this is a product of #OVULATIONWEEK and the #ARCANETAKEOVER
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    3y
no one likes me.Â
i [f18] donât have any friends. at all. i donât have anyone thatâs not family that likes me and sometimes im convinced my family regrets keeping me adound. i just moved cities for uni and havenât been able to have a valuable conversation with anyone and im starting to think iâm the reason why. to be honest iâve always been the âweirdâ one or whatever ppl at school called me. but i donât think im weird at all. I think iâm nice but ppl treat me like a germ lol they just stare and whisper to each other but i know theyâre talking about me
does anyone have any advice on being more approachable? or whatever iâm not even sure what to call it tbh.
kewlio313 ⢠3y
Everybodyâs weird in college! Youâre young and finding yourself. Join some organizations and put yourself out there! Itâll work out kidÂ
     artkiller OP ⢠3y
     i wish there was a chess club lolÂ
Margie ⢠3y
how do you go about approaching people?Â
      artkiller OP ⢠3y
      i just walk up and start talking about myself
      Margie ⢠3y
      Okay⌠and whatâs their reaction?Â
      artkiller OP ⢠3y
itâs different every time. sometimes they just leave, sometimes they laugh then leave, other times theyâre outwardly mean. one guy told me to âshut the hell up bitchâ and i immediately wanted to commit a federal crime(not murder)
      Margie ⢠3y
      Goddamn lol. Maybe u r weirdÂ
miKrophone ⢠3y
shut up hoe
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     ?? :/
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    2y
Advice Needed
how do you know if youâre mentally ill?
hello fellow redditors. lol. iâm finally back⌠very odd first term i think i got ghosted or whatever itâs called by some dude on the hockey team but yeah i plotted homicide. iâm pretty sure that situation sent me into a spiral. i think im sick.Â
iâm not sure whatâs going on with me but my thoughts have been really dark recently. not necessarily suicidal or harm inflicting(on myself) but⌠yeah⌠prettyyyy dark. idk. itâs weird what my brain conjures up sometimes. i guess im curious why my brain thinks the way it does. iâm not a bad person and i know that, but my brain makes me believe that i am. idk what to do at this point. iâve never been to a professional and tbh i donât think i should because i donât wanna be admitted somewhere lolÂ
kewlio313 ⢠2y
Welcome back kid. Itâs often better to seek help even though it can be fucking horrifying, especially in adulthood. Get help and youâll be fine
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     and if iâm not fine? what do i do then?Â
     kewlio313 ⢠2y
To be frank, I'm not sure. Iâve been through alot and even I donât have clear direction on life. Iâve been allowing my intuition to guide me for some time. Just try it and see what happens. Rooting for you
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     thank youÂ
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    2y
Advice Needed
am i a lesbian?
i [f19] think im attracted to females. i canât stop staring at their tits. i always assumed my middle school peeping was from jealousy or whatever the hell twitter said but now that iâm grown i think i wanna fuck girls. or like. girl adjacents??? idk the terminology or whatever.Â
PetersJoker ⢠2y
go eat some pussy and find out
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     no fuckhead
kewlio313 ⢠2y
⌠Girl adjacents? Females? Are you actually 40?Â
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     is this a dig
     kewlio313 ⢠2y
     You crack me up. Have you experimented before?Â
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     i never passed a science class
     kewlio313 ⢠2y
     ⌠Alright.Â
 I meant hooking up. Have u kissed a girl before? Slept with one? Or whatever you youngins say these days?Â
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     no. iâm not a slut lol i hardly go outsideÂ
     kewlio313 ⢠2y
Finding out what you like isnât being a slut. Youâre in college for fucks sake. Find you someone to lay with, ya loser.Â
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     or i should just shoot myself. less complicated then sex
     kewlio313 ⢠2y
     Maybe so, but theyâre equally as messy.Â
ButchesForChrist ⢠2y
Questioning is usually the first sign. Lol
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     fuck me
     ButchesForChrist ⢠2y
     Well
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    2y
what does sex feel like? (wlw)
[f19] just watched scissor porn for the first time. what the fuck was that. (i need it)
MisandristInTraining ⢠2y
the work of demons aka men
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     i drink their blood
     MisandristInTraining ⢠2y
     Lmao
OnHorseback ⢠2y
Feels like dying but emotionally ⢠2y
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     i wanna die physicallyÂ
     OnHorseback ⢠2y
     Iâm sure some dirty fuck can set that up for you
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     lit
kewlio313 ⢠2y
Welcome to the dark side.Â
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     flirt a little harder oldheadÂ
ButchesForChrist ⢠2y
Ready to come out?Â
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     of where
     ButchesForChrist ⢠2y
     BitchâŚ..
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u/artkiller    2y
home sweet home.Â
hello found family. been mia bc fuck school but iâm back⌠and i think im a sadist.Â
does anyone know where rugby originated from? i like watching large women be physical w each other and i wish they would harm me in similar ways. pls push me to the floor and stomp me out(specifically directed to one pink head) iâve been thinking dirty things all day i need her so fucking bad. is this why ppl r so obsessed with sex? bc of hot people? i get it now. i need her to bend me over and put her cleat on my neck
lezziesthatembezzle ⢠2y
good morning to u too bitch
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     big muscly girls pls rail me from da bckÂ
     lezziesthatembezzle ⢠2y
     someone muzzle this thot
Accuntress ⢠2y
A dykeâs pride and joy: large women.Â
kewlio313 ⢠2y
This is crazily your most normal post. Missed ya. Do well in school
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     :3 đŠˇ
[deleted] ⢠2y
The cards are in my favorÂ
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     would you like to sex through private message?Â
     [deleted] ⢠2y
     What the fuck you crackhead
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    2y
Advice Needed
sex addiction while a virgin?Â
is this possible? i shouldnât have watched ppl with big clits trib. quite criminal. even more criminal when iâve imagined the girl iâve been following around for the past 2 weeks doing it to me
[deleted] ⢠2y
is this who we areâŚ.Â
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     obviously.Â
kewlio313 ⢠2y
This is my last straw.Â
     artkiller OP ⢠2y
     hugs xD
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    6mo
iâm confessing.Â
idc anymore. i donât give a FUCK. i am in love. i [f21] am in love. the deepest kind i think. love at first sight truly. itâs the kind of love thatâs painful. it kills and leaves behind trails of misery if betrayed or lost. whenever i see her, i cry from happiness. her joy is my joy. her hurt is my hurt. our hearts are forever intertwined no matter the distance. iâm writing this for her. if you ever see this: i love you, darling. thereâs not a second that goes by where youâre not at the forefront of my mind. iâll treasure everything weâve built thus far, and promise to never take it for granted. i hope to die by your side.Â
i love you. i love you so much.Â
even if weâve never spoken.Â
kewlio313 ⢠6mo
Yup⌠sheâs lost it, folks. Very deep sigh.Â
     ButchesForChrist ⢠5mo
     Thatâs part of being a lesbian. Sheâll live. Trust me
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âViolet! ⌠VIOLET!â
Whyâs Sev always so loud in the goddamn library? The receptionist already has tacks on her behavior chart like some kindergartener. âI heard you! Jesus Christ, Iâm sitting right fucking next to youââ
âI wouldnât haveta fucking scream if you woulda answered me when I asked 3 days ago! Are you coming on Saturday?âÂ
How does she tell Sev fuck no bitch I donât wanna go in a polite manner? Itâs the first weekend after Christmas break and quite frankly, she's already sick of being on campus. Vi loves her friend to death but holy fuck does she wish she had an off button.Â
âJust come the hell on and stopââ
âDude, Iââ
âYou know itâs not gonna be fun if youâre not there! Half the bitches are cominâ for you! Plus⌠I think you could use a fun time after⌠yâknow.â Sevika softens â only a bit, she's still Sevika. Hard ass.Â
She does know. At this point, who doesnât? Her last year of university started on a bad foot when her family home caught aflame with her little sister and father still inside, but the icing on the cake was when her long term, blue-haired girlfriend sent her the can we talk? important text. Now sheâs single with corpses for relatives(she thinks her sister wouldâve found that funny). Her teammates returned to campus with her; eyes mournful and hearts sunk to the bottom of their stomachs, so prepared to shield and coddle when needed. Sev was one of them: through every breakdown and anxiety attack and hungry but nauseating night.Â
âIâm not tryna bring up old shit. You been through a lot and deserve some fun. Thatâs all Iâm sayinâ. Get your last bit of jitters out before the season starts.âÂ
Vi nods. She gets it. Losing her sister was just as much of a loss for Sev as it was for her, but somehow, she was able to ease back into herself. Become⌠normal again. Socializing takes so much energy outta Violet, now. Sheâd rather go lift or go sock the shit outta rich person. In some ways, she wishes she had as much willpower as her friend.Â
She knows why Sev wants her to go. New pussy, new me, her and Abby once told her, but sheâs not in the mood to smash right now. Sheâll probably start crying if they donât kiss both her cheeks before her nose like⌠Ugh. She shivers in disgust⌠and extreme longing. She misses her ex like crazy.Â
âI know. Iâll, uh, think about it.âÂ
âMâkay⌠now what the fuck is epitactic theory.âÂ
âGirlâŚâÂ
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    12mi
Advice Needed
how crazy is it to ask for a threesome from two ppl that donât know you?Â
[f21] iâm currently in my campus library watching my girlfriend study with her teammate from my stiff ass beanbag and i need them both like crack. how do i bring intercourse up without making it awkward or uncomfortable? help asap pls
also i might c her this weeknd sheâs going out and i wanna go
CreamTeam ⢠5mi
Wait ⌠so is she your girlfriend or not?? đđÂ
     artkiller OP ⢠2mi
     we have a complicated relationshipđŠˇ
     ButchesForChrist ⢠1mi
     Aka sheâs stalking her. Scroll down a little
     artkiller OP ⢠30s
     stay out my businessÂ
     CreamTeam ⢠1s
     What the fuck
kewlio313 ⢠2mi
I thought we were better than this, honey.Â
     artkiller OP ⢠30s
     you prob are. im not
     kewlio313 ⢠4s
     Deep sigh.Â
Your phone drops from your jittery hands and into your lap, screen glowing with every disappointed reply from fucking Kewlio who youâve grown to love. You like to call them a friend. A faceless, emotionally intelligent, oddly attractive friend who youâve never met.Â
The love of your life is right there, as always. Exactly 34 steps away, past the shelves littered with history novels and biographies, sat at the table surrounded by Liberal Arts textbooks and her star-littered laptop. Black jacket, black shirt, ripped black jeans, hair dyed black: thatâs new. Still streaked with pink and somehow youâre even more hungry for her. Sheâs looked a mess recently: beaten and bruised, coming to class with black eyes and bandages across her pretty nose. It makes you wanna burn down the entire Arts and Sciences building with everyone inside of it.Â
Sheâs annoyed with Sevika, you can tell. Theyâre talking about something. Maybe her sister, rest in peace. Or piss if she sucked. Whatever. A small part wishes you listened a little closer when she talked about Jinx(weird ass nickname, but okay) so youâd know exactly what to ask. She can take out any aggression or sadness on you anytime. In here, outside. Youâd drop âem for her wherever.Â
Kewlio is a dirty liar. Youâre not a stalker. Youâre a fan, an admirer, a lover. Your girlâs simply unassuming⌠How the fuck is that your fault?Â
She wonât be like that for long, though.Â
Vi lost her cleats a few days ago. Her black and blue ones that are worn the hell down and hanging at the seams, but she loves them. Wears them almost every match despite how unsteady they make her on the field. Theyâre her lucky charm, besides you, of course.Â
Her lucky charm found her lucky charms.Â
And by found, you mean broke into her gym locker with the code you memorized 2 years ago and snagged âem. She should really get those locks changed before someone takes something important.Â
The explanation of how you found her cleats exactly? Youâre not sure and youâre not dwelling. Sheâll be so relieved that you found them that it wonât even matter. Might even drop to her knees and praise you like a God. Is she religious? One of the minor details you donât know about her.Â
But youâll find out soon enough. No worries at all.Â
You wonder how Caitlyn is doing.Â
â
Rabbit holes are either your best friend or worst enemy. Today, theyâre straddling the fence. Your brain never shuts off when you're in a crisis. Youâre ovulating, overstimulated, and searching for a cure from someone youâve never said hello to.Â
The internet can solve your problems though. Especially if theyâre sex-deprived millennials. Their long-term lack of human contact makes for some hilarious stories and useful what-not-to-dos.Â
how to finger a vaginaÂ
vagina g spot where is it
where is clit vagina
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can lesbians do analÂ
is mommy kink a trauma response
Reddit searches are always on your side. All answers to the world at the tip of your fingers. You love the media! Squirting is not pee evidently. PornHub comments are not a reliable source. You should ask your girlfriend if she squirts.Â
Caitlyn would know. Fucking BITCH!
how to make girlfriend come
Mansplainer misogynists geeking about making their wives do housework while they sit on their asses and flirt with young Discordians. âI clap and she appearsâ
âŚ
You should craft a bomb that only targets cis-het men because what the fuck is going on right now.Â
how to make girlfriend cum
â[M48] Iâve never made my wife climax and weâve been together for 15 years and have 2 childrenâ
Your eyes are fucking burning. Is it bad to wish death on a person? Cursed imagery. Your fingers attempt to salvage the last bits of your sanity.Â
how to make girlfriend orgasm wlw
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am i crazy quiz
insanity quiz
Youâre normal youâre okay youâre literally fine.Â
mental illness signs for lesbians
what does dying feel lik
âMaâam.â
You gasp sharply. Librarian. Fuck oh shit
âHi. Weâre, uh, lockinâ up, soâŚâÂ
Youâre still at the library. How much time has passed? How many rabbit holes have you fallen into? Whereâs your girlfriend? Her and Sev are goneâŚÂ
But you know where to find your g-spot! Hooplah!
âOh yeâ Yeah! Uhh⌠bye.â You stand so fast you get whiplash. Your backpack beats against your back when you adjust the straps on your shoulders. Headphones on, music blasting, and just like that, the world is off and youâre on. Right into the darkness of the city.Â
You love a stripperâs playlist in times like this.Â
You love Reddit in times like this.Â
You walk and walk with an extra skip in your step. Time to drive Kewlio crazy.Â
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u/artkiller    1s
guys im happy
the joy that i feel rn is unmatched. i love my life. im so excited for the future. thank you god and or universe for these blessings
And post. Nothing could wipe the smile off your face. Nothing nothing nothing you love it here! You love school. You love your girlfriend and her friends and her sport.Â
âOofââ
âAHââ
You back connects with the angles of your hardcovers and fuck you hope your laptop survived that drop. Not enough cushion in your bag to cover that fall fuck your life you hate everyoneâ
âYOU FUââ
âHoly fuckinâ shit Iâm so sorry are you okââ
And your mouth zips. OhâŚ
Oh.Â
Your girlâs in running shorts. Squeezing her thighs good ân tight and she glistens with sweat, brows pulled down in concern as she eyes you from above. If the fun was still out, the rays would dress her head like a halo. A heavenly sight. Youâd die here⌠but not before a drop of her sweat falls on your face. You need that at least once. Zooweeemaâ
âAre you okaâ fuck, gimme your hands, up ya go, câmonââ
Oh sheâs talking. And grabbing you.Â
Your hands are warmed by skin and your spine tickles when youâre pulled to your feet like a feather. The pain in your back and shoulders donât fucking matter anymore. Life works in mysterious ways, doesnât it?
âHi, Vi.âÂ
âIâmâ hey, uh⌠do we know each other?âÂ
We love each other actually!Â
âNoâ I uh, sorry! I go to watch your matches and all that. Kinda a fan⌠Sorry if thatâs weirdââ
âNo no no no, not weird at all. Uh, very flattering actually. âPreciate it.âÂ
Youâre gonna fucking pass out.Â
âAre you okay though? Nothing hurts, right?â And your knees wobble when a squeezing hand lands on your shoulder, gauging you for pain. No pain. Just deprived. Needy. Desperate. Touch me some more.Â
âM good.âÂ
âCoolâŚâ Her hand drops and you nearly screech like a banshee, âAnd your name? Sorry bout tââ
You interrupt with yours and she smiles. Nice to meet you, she says with gravel and your heart grows another heart inside of another heart. Holy fucking youâre boutta
âI like rugby.âÂ
Kill yourself. Youâre boutta kill yourself.Â
Viâs eyes widened before nodding in agreement, âYeah⌠me too. If it wasnât obvious enough. Itâs a great⌠stress reliever.âÂ
So is sex, according to Sexcopedia.edu. Do me.Â
âReally? It looks painful sometimes.âÂ
She sighs with tension, âIt is. We gotta lot of aggressive people playing against us so we have to always⌠do more. I guess, I dunno. But whenever Iâm mad itâs great. Very useful.â
âAre you mad often?âÂ
âAre you studying psychology?â She pins with an arched, slit brow, but her eyes remain light and friendly. Itâs funny, she doesnât appear to be this approachable with her grunge-ness. Â
âNah. I need to, though. Could do me some good.âÂ
Her laugh is hearty. Genuine. âShit, me too. Help me out.â
âDo you wanna be my friend?âÂ
She seems stunned and you donât know why. Doesnât banter create friendship? Whatever. Fuck it. She can say no. You donât care. You still got her shoeâ
âGimme your phoneââÂ
Your heart drops to the floor, through the concrete, right into the center of the Earthâs crust waiting to burn and cease to exist. Sheâs got you figured out. Youâve been exposed and sheâs gonna fry you in the middle of the damn street
ââIâll put my number in.âÂ
⌠Oh.
You meticulously make sure your notis are deleted and OFF before handing her your device with the keypad on display. Her fingers are pretty and nimble. Flexible with how slender they are. Pretty hands. Pretty, blue veins and you're instantly reminded of her ex. You hate the color blue.Â
She hands your phone back, âThatâs me. Hit me up when you get⌠wherever youâre going. And lemme know if I need to cover your medical expenses for spinal cord surgery.âÂ
You laugh. Really fucking loudly and she flinches, but smiles after. Sheâs so fucking cute! Is this flirting?Â
âY-Yeah, I will.â
Her head tilts fondly, âCool.â
âCool.âÂ
She gives you one last look before plugging her earbud in to continue her jog. You check her contact to make sure itâs real and fuck you have her fucking number! Fuck fuck fuck fuck
You leap like the happiest frog in the pond when sheâs out of your line of view and a sharp pain whips through your shoulder blades.Â
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u/artkiller    3mi
lads i just got proposed to. spring wedding in sweden
number collected. so it begins.Â
kewlio313 ⢠48s
Christ help us all.Â
CreamTeam ⢠10s
Ring pics.Â
     artkiller OP ⢠3s
     cawk ring pics***
     CreamTeam ⢠1s
     Shouldâve fuckin known. I hate you genuinelyÂ
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    30s
whenâs a good time to text the girl youâre obsessed with?Â
[f21] soooo iâm laying in bed lookignat her contact and idk what to do. iâve fantasized about this so many times and now its in my lap⌠im so used to shit going wrong that idk how to react to it going right. itâs kinda late but i really wanna talk to her but idk she might be sleep or whatever.Â
should i scale her building and check if sheâs awake? :(
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Vi doesnât know why thereâs a pit in her stomach. She sits on her teammateâs fluffy rug with a smoked out Sevika who patiently waits for her green light, but it hasnât come. She feels an oncoming breakdown and she needs a babysitter just in case.Â
âFinish this for me?â A roach floats in front of Viâs face before she pushes it away.Â
âNo.â
âBuzzkill.âÂ
Sev and Vi sit in silence for 12 seconds before the roach is stolen and hit by the latter. Sevika snickers. Vi drops her head on the couch and exhales her worries through clouds. Stressed, anxious riddled, maybe not the best headspace to get high but fuck it.Â
âWhatcha thinking about?â
She shrugs, âEverything.â
âTalk ta me. Whatâs happening.â
Viâs face burns when her mind plagues with you. Your giant bifocals and smudged mascara and acrylic-stained hoodies. You had a backpack on⌠Could be a student here. You might be a freshman. Vi hates making assumptions about strangers but you seemed a littleâŚÂ
Immature? Your eyes were too shiny to be a senior.Â
âYouâre gonna laughâŚâÂ
âIâll always laugh at your stupid ass,â She snickers. âWhat happened, though, seriously.âÂ
Wafts of smoke curl around her words, âI almost bulldozed a girl earlier.âÂ
Sevika scrabbles to her knees with a slack jaw, âWHAT THEââ
âOh my fucking god can you be normal forââ
âBITCH BULLDOZED? WHAT THE FUCK FREAKY ASS BITCHââÂ
âNOT LIKE THAT!â Vi scoffs, âI went on a run and bumped into her! Fucking WEIRDO!â Â
Sevika slumps back on her ass, clearly disappointed, â⌠Oh.â
Vi tends to the roach until her fingertips burn, stubbing out the burnt paper on Sevikaâs ashtray. When she looks up, she finds a very intrigued looking fox. Here she fucking goes.Â
âShe hot?â
Viâs sigh is littered with agitation at her friend while she laughs, âI hadta fucking ask! Tell me! She smell good?âÂ
âI donât fuckinâ remember! We talked for like⌠2 minutes!âÂ
â2 is enough time to check her out. Showâa hands, how fat were her tits? Like this?â Sevika mimes holding watermelons that are too goddamn heavy and Vi cringes.Â
âYou fucking disgust me.âÂ
Sevika relaxes back onto her elbows, legs extended in front of her. Her brow quirks when she catches Viâs gaze drop to her waist, âMeh. You like that about me.âÂ
âSometimes. Not when Iâm in a crisis.â
âMeeting a girl is a crisis now?âÂ
âYes! I donât fucking know, she wasâŚâÂ
Honestly, Viâs unsure how to describe you.Â
âDoes she at least go here! Youâre not giving me shit to work with.âÂ
âI DONâT KNOWââ
âDONâT FUCKING YELL AT MEââ
Vi groans with her palms in her eyes, âShe just asked to be friends. She told me she watches us play and that sheâsââ
âBack the fuck up,â Sevika raises up again, âDo you not see whatâs happening here!âÂ
ââŚâÂ
âYouâre actually fucking stupid, wow,â She scoffs, âYou know she set all that up, right?âÂ
â⌠What in the fuck are you talking abouââ
âShe ran into you on purpose! Sheâs a fan bitch!â Sev reaches for her phone on the coffee table, âWhatâs her Instagram?âÂ
Vi whines, âI donât knowââ
Before Sevika can cuss her out for the 40th time, she bursts, âI GAVE HER MY NUMBER!â
â⌠Did you get hers?âÂ
ââŚâÂ
âBROTHERââ
âShut up! Iâm not⌠I donât flirt! I donât know how, not anymore! She caught me off guard honestly.â
âWhat's her name?âÂ
Vi sheepishly mumbles your title; itâs slimy the way it curls on her tongue. You were so nice and now sheâs setting you up to be pestered by her best friend.Â
Itâs silent for 3 minutes, only the pittering of Sevikaâs fingers on her device while she hunts for you. Another 4 pass before she tosses her phone in annoyance.Â
âYou sure you werenât hallucinating? Nothingâs poppinâ up.âÂ
âYouâre so annoyââ
WHO THAT IN THE BAAAAAAACK, WHO THAT IN THE BAAAAAAACK
Viâs phone screen glows gray with an unsaved number across the top⌠One with their area code⌠Sevika watches the number scroll like a hawk. The smile that grows on her face is crooked. And knowing.Â
Itâs 11PM. Itâs not you. It couldnât be you.Â
âThatâs your ringtone?â Sevika snorts.Â
âShut up.â Whyâs she so anxious all of a sudden? Her sweaty palms arenât enough to stop her from reaching for the device, though.Â
She answers and puts you on speaker.Â
âHello?âÂ
ââŚHi. Itâs me.âÂ
Sevikaâs brow lifts in questioning. Is that her? She mouths and Vi nods. Her eyes roll when her friend whispers, cute voice. Â
Sheâll never say, but Sevikaâs presence re-energizes her. Makes her a little more playful, so she teases, âMe who?âÂ
A beat of silence passes before you start mumbling to yourself, âIâm gonna fuckinâ throw up is this the wrong perââ
Sevikaâs hand flies over her mouth to smother her laughter while Vi coddles you; laughs that sheâs joking and that she was waiting on your call. Her cheeks burn when her teammate throws her an accusatory look.Â
âDo you mean it?âÂ
âMean what?âÂ
âThat youâve been waiting on me?âÂ
Before Vi can answer, Sev raises up onto her knees and mimes fucking somebody from the back, face slack with faux and exaggerated pleasure. She ignores the sinful jolt in her tummy and flings a throw pillow right at her face.Â
âYeah, âcourse I wasâŚâÂ
And then itâs silent again. Her muscles freeze with every deep breath you take over the phone. Sevika waits expectantly, talk to her, she says with flapping fingers.Â
âWhatcha up to?âÂ
â⌠Uhh⌠nothing?â
Your laugh is featherlight, âAre you asking me?âÂ
âMaybe?âÂ
Sevikaâs had enough of the tomfoolery. She wiggles over and hits the mute button with a heavy slam. Leans in close while she whispers,Â
âDude, sheâs tryna fuckââ
âNo, she isnâtââ
âYes she is, dodo, did you hear how she was talkinâ?â Her tone heightens in pitch, mocks seduction, âYou were waiting on me, baby?ââ
âH-Hello?â Your mumble is drenched with insecurity. Sevika doesnât give a fuck.Â
âSee?â She nearly screams, âSheâs DJinâ right nowââ
Violet shoves her back before unmuting, âSorry, mâhereâŚâ
â⌠Was it a bad time to call?â Youâre quieter now. Ashamed sounding. Embarrassed.Â
âNot at all! Sorry, I was smoking earlier, makes me lose my train of thought.â
âItâs okayâŚâÂ
âYou make it home safe?âÂ
âMhm. I was about to fall asleep but then I remembered to call, soâŚâ
Vi catches her smile before her friend can bully her for it, âSo, you calledâŚâÂ
âYes,â said excitedly. She can hear your smile. Very puppy-like. Cute. Vi jolts when Sev starts snoring obnoxiously fucking loud. She flicks her forehead.Â
âIs someone there with you?âÂ
Both their eyes widen. A sharp hand raises to slap Sevika, but she flinches before it lands, âSorry. Just my stupid ass roommate.â
âHi, Sevika.âÂ
Youâre oddly calmâŚ. But why wouldnât you be? You had no other intent for this phone call other than keeping your promise. They still share a look though; a brief flash of intrigue and skepticism. Howâd you knowâŚ
Itâs not pondered on for long by Sevika before she sings, âHey, sweetheart.âÂ
You sound like the wind has knocked outta you. âH-Hi.âÂ
Sev singles for Vi to pass the phone over to her. She obliges with a hard stare, âI was just passing through, but while Iâm here, I gotta couple⌠questions. That good with you?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âGood. You single?â
âMhm. For forever, sadly.â
âGreat. Are we at the same school?âÂ
âDuh. Iâm at every match. Weâre, uh⌠graduating together if everything goes as planned.âÂ
So definitely not a freshman. Just when Vi thought it was impossible to finish college without a chip on your shoulder. You seem to have made it through just fine.Â
Despite Sevikaâs reputation of being cold-hearted and abrasive with wicked flirtation skills, she speaks to you like youâve been in her life for years. Gentle. Inquiring. She lays flat on her stomach with her feet kicked up behind her, âWhatâs your major?âÂ
âArchitectural engineering. Whatâs yours?âÂ
âYouâre so smart. âM doing mathematics. You should tutor me when you getta chance.â
âSure. Just lemme know when. Iâm always in the library, so.âÂ
âWell, what a fucking coincidence, so are we! You coulda dropped by and said hello if that was the case.âÂ
âIâm trying to do that now⌠Am I doinâ okay?â
âJust fine actually. Arenât you sweet.âÂ
âI taste sweeter.âÂ
Sevika drops the phone on the plush rug beneath them. Sits upright with urgency. Gawks at Vi whose jaw is nearly in her lap. Thereâs hardly any air in her chest. She squabbles for her phone and ensures that the volume is all the way up. Holds the device right in between them.Â
â⌠Swear? I donât think thatâs possible.â Sevika hums at you, holding her roommateâs gaze while her tongue traces over the dryness on her lip.Â
âYou could find out⌠Both of you can if you wanna.âÂ
ââS that easy?â Sevika rasps, and Vi flinches when her breath hits her mouth. Leans in a bit closer to feel more on her face.Â
âWhy do you sound like that?â Vi huffs at your genuine curiosity. Youâre so fucking cute, fuck.Â
âBecause youâre turning me on, hon,â Her gaze washes over Vi and her skin burns with trails. âBoth of us.âÂ
âOh⌠cool.â You exhale unsteadily. They canât help but laugh at you. âCool?â Vi repeats.Â
âYeah. Awesome. Iâve never done that to someone before.âÂ
âYou a virgin?âÂ
âYup.â
âFaceTime us.â
âI have a Samsung.âÂ
Both girls explode into laughter, âWeâll call you, then, Jesusââ Vi sends an eager finger towards the small camera before you mumble,Â
âWho says Iâll answer?âÂ
Sevika tuts, âYou donât wanna watch us kiss?âÂ
âIâd rather watch in person.âÂ
Sevika throws Vi a look and sheâs instantly reminded of Abby. Usually, that glance â filled with an equal amount of tenderness of filth â is shared between her teammates and sheâs forced to endure whatever nonsense they plan to take out on somebody together, but now sheâs here. Sevikaâs including her in such a sacred ritual. Sheâs suddenly skittish, âYouâre killing me, baby. Whatcha doing this weekend?â Sev quiets, timbre amorous.Â
âPlaying Overwatch.âÂ
âFuck that shit. Come to Kappa on Saturday. Everybodyâs goinâ.â Sevika snips down at Violet, and she whines while her fingers dig into her roomieâs tank top. A little closer, and theyâre kissing. Just an inchâ
âWhatâs Kappa?â
Vi giggles, âHouse,â Sevika mumbles against Viâs mouth, âFrat house. Right off 16th. It's bright blue, canât miss it.â Â
ââK, Iâll go. See ya there.â
âWhââ
Three dial tones break through the smoke in the air before the screen goes dark, both girls left stunned and⌠very tempted to track your location. Maybe pop a titty for your RA in exchange for your room number. Wouldnât be the first timeâŚ
⌠Is that too much?Â
It could be, but you didnât hesitate to drop bomb after proposition, and the selfish part of her heart canât help but think you wouldnât mind two ravenous strangers at your front door. The knowledge that theyâd give you everything you needed would be enough for you to allow them entry.Â
And the way Sevikaâs staring at her⌠Craving, but careful. Sheâs so patient.Â
Itâs been such a long time â two years since theyâve had any physical connection. Drunken nights, quickies in the locker room showersâ the distractions from grief were all put on the back shelf when Vi got into her relationship. Sevikaâs a sleaze, not a homewrecker â most times, so she kept her hands to herself out of respect, no matter how many times Violet would catch her staring where she knew was off limits.Â
Vi can't get to you, but she can get to Sevika.Â
So she yanks her close, dissolves the space between them as their mouths collide with heat and a newfound ache for you in the middle. Sevikaâs just as rough as she remembers â pushes her down so her back molds to the floor, entangles a cinched hand in her hair to pull and expose her neck to the attacks. Sheâs got blotches and teeth marks on her throat â the unrestrained and possessive and her stomach flips. She gasps at the ceiling when her nightshirt shreds under a forceful hand.Â
She hasnât had the heart to have sex in months â propositions were turned down on dozens of occasions because her mind couldnât focus on enjoying. Every second of euphoria gets overshadowed by hollow, unforgiving guilt.Â
You sparked something in her with your forwardness, that curiosity that left her aching to read your mind. Her best friend, too, evidently.Â
Every movement is fast. She crawls down her torso with intent â fangs sharp where they leave blood down her sternum. Viâs fingers pry Sevikaâs shirt off, her tongue separating from her waist for mere seconds before reattaching. An eager hand fondly moves her friendâs hair out of her face.Â
You want it? Sevikaâs eyes read.Â
Yes, I want it, please. Vi says aloud. Eager with a twisting hand in her scalp.Â
Sevika sends waves through Vi with every wrestle her tongue devotes to her clit. She canât think of anything but Sevika and you and both of you at the same time; on top of her â you sat on her face while Sevikaâs fingers drove inside her. She wants her tongue inside you; unrelenting and feverish until you scream and soak her tongue in your sweetness.Â
Sevika eats like sheâs hungry. She eats like she misses having her like this and that wounds Vi up tight; it sends shockwaves down her legs. Makes her twitch, but Sevika forces her still with a tight grip on her waist.Â
Vi curses with fluttery eyes when a finger â then two, circles around the entrance that aches for a stretching.Â
Theyâre heaven sent when they push in. Sheâs getting fucked like sheâs hated and she loves it. She deserves to feel like nothing; her walls are selfish where they encase the digits that bring her to the sun, massage against every sensitive ridge just how she needs. Her mouth spills with whatever energy she has left within her; slurred and drooled fuck yes yeses. She can barely conjure a warning when her core locks tight, right before she explodes.Â
Thereâs wetness everywhere while she pulses through her pleasure, thighs squeezing around Sevikaâs head with every satisfied moan that vibrates on her clit. Tells Violet to give her more and to take it take it take whatever she gives her like she knows she can.Â
Itâs not until Violet starts sobbing and Sevikaâs mouth is dripping wet that she pulls out and separates from her completely. She kisses her pussy gently before shifting to help unlock Violetâs knees. She shivers with every peck thatâs trailed up her torso to her chest to her neck.Â
Sevika laughs when Vi does, choked and clogged, but elated and genuine. Itâs been so long since her bodyâs felt this light.Â
âYou needed that. Ya look better already,â Sevika cackles. âCan you stand?âÂ
âFuck off, gimme a sec.â Vi shoves playfully at her chest.Â
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    3s
guys.Â
i love being a liar. it makes me feel alive never let a bitch tell you lying is wrong it literally makes life so much easier!! wishing everyone a good night.Â
everythingâs going as planned. just one more tally on the board and weâre set
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    20mi
Advice Needed
itâs been 24 hours and my girl whoâs not my girl has been texting me nonstop.Â
[f21] hello. im in a crisis but a good one? if thatâs possible. long story short im in love but not dating the girl im in love with yet. i took some of yâallâs flirting advice and i think it worked. im betting my life that yall do witchcraft. i barely said anything to her and now she wonât međđđ and tbh⌠i think her friend wonât me too!!!!! sheâs always asking about my day and asking if i ate and if id wanna eat with her but i always decline bc im not ready physically mentally like iâm gonna combust the second she walks up to me i barely survived our first interactionâŚâŚ but her friend invited me to a party tomorrow nightâŚâŚ.. wtf do i wear to that iâve never been outside before LOL
might get a train ran on meâŚâŚ WEâLL SEE FRIENDSÂ
adding her undies to the shrine𩷠yaaaay
CreamTeam ⢠14mi
bro is she your girlfriend or not? Itâs been years at this point.Â
     artkiller OP ⢠12mi
     yes i mean no or yes :)
kewlio313 ⢠7mi
Wear something that you wouldnât wear to your parents funeral. Good luck dearÂ
     artkiller OP ⢠5mi
     i would whore out if my family died
     kewlio313 ⢠2mi
     Good God.Â
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What does genuine happiness feel like?Â
Youâre unsure how long youâve been on your beanbag, but Violet and Sevika have been laughing since you sat down. Theyâre so relaxed around each other, content with silence. Accepting of failure.Â
Youâre not a jealous person at all. Far from, actually, but something furies from within whenever you see them â or people, in general, gleeful; the desperation to feel. You havenât had the privilege. Maybe thatâs why you cling to whatever you have with Vi. She has birthed a wanting inside you. A desire for connection after spending decades comforted by the sound of your own voice. Or comments under your posts.Â
Violet makes you happy. And Sevika might, too. Just as long as she doesnât get too close to your light.Â
Youâre standing right behind Sevika. She canât see you, but Vi can. Her fear is swiftly overshadowed by delight. She greets you with a smile that makes your heart throb.Â
Sevikaâs gaze wanders down to your legs, that remain exposed despite the weather,Â
âYouâre not cold?â She asks. Not exactly the introduction you were expecting, but that makes you giddy. Vi must tell her about you!Â
âYes,â You say with ease, âY'all should come to my room. Itâs warmer there.âÂ
Vi nods after gawking, 2 books immediately tucked to her chest with her bag on her back. Sevika just laughs. She gets it. You like that.Â
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r/AskReddit
u/artkiller    1s
Advice Needed
how do i mentally prepare for sex? (virginity)
literally fucking freezing walking to my room rn with two burly butches that i want to throw me around and i think theyâre going to bc theyâre not talking to me but the y are very close i donât want them to see my screen guys im about to have a threesome pls fucking help me
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âCute room.â Violet says, inspecting your horror movie posters and stuffed animals.Â
âThank you.â You smile.Â
I hid the 14 polaroids of you that I had taped to my door. Hope that makes you more comfortable!Â
âItâs just you in here?â Sevika chimes, eyes glued to the small bed up against the wall, right next to your PC setup. You should ask if they game afterwards.Â
âYes.âÂ
Violet takes her jacket off and hangs it on your doorknob.Â
âAlready takinâ off your clothes?â You plop down onto your freshly made mattress. Both girls look very stiff in your space; Is that normal? Maybe theyâre nervous.Â
Both girls laugh the same. âNot like that. It is warm in here.â Sevika follows in Viâs lead, removing her hoodie and her undershirt is squeezing her and yup those arms are still there those muscles are popping out yup yup yupâ
âYeah. I canât sleep in the cold.â You pat your bedspread for them to sit⌠and they do. On either side of you. Vi brought her notebook and pencil. Sevika brought her heavily ringed hands.Â
She scoffs, âMe neither. Immune system is worse than a newbornâs.âÂ
âDo you get sick easily?âÂ
âYes. I just got over it last week.âÂ
âDamnâŚâÂ
âAlmost got me sick,â Violet pins playfully, skimming through her pages. She erases before rewriting. So so so so smart; too bad both her answers were wrong. Youâll show her the way soon enough.Â
âCoach would hate me. Her star pupilâs under the weather, what ever shall we do,â Sevika mocks and you both chuckle.Â
âThe season starts next week. Yâall nervous?âÂ
âNoââ âYesââ
âIâm nervous for games, not practice,â Vi corrects, âI canât find my fuckinâ shoes.âÂ
âWhat shoes?âÂ
âMy cleats. My sister got âem for me a while ago, wear âem every match for good luck. I donât remember where I fucking put them though.âÂ
âAww, âm sorry.âÂ
Sorry for keeping them in my closet.Â
âS whatever. Just gotta get new ones.âÂ
Small talk is boring as fuck, but it continues between you and Vi. Sevikaâs quiet as a mouse; every glance in her direction is met with hooded eyes. Sheâs very focused on your nightstand drawer. Can she see whatâs inside it? You hope so; Maybe your unworn thongs will motivate them to move this along.Â
âAwww! Wait, you used to play soccer?âÂ
You already know all this. Itâs on her fucking Instagram for fucks sake!Â
âOn the junior team when I was like⌠10! I wasââ
Trash. I kept tripping over the fuckinâ ballâ
ââAnd forgetting to tie my shoes. It was a hot fucking mess!âÂ
Yup. Same as the caption.Â
The laughter between you finally quiets. You count 12 seconds in your head. You raise a hand to place it on the Hello Kitty bandage directly under her eye.Â
âWhat happened here?âÂ
Sevikaâs breathing is very calming.Â
âGot in a fight,â Vi mumbles. Poor things embarrassed! âGot socked in the eye.âÂ
âSorry,â Your hand rests in your lap, âDid I hurt you?â
âYouâre good⌠still stings though. They gotta good one in.âÂ
âHowâd it happen?âÂ
âDonât remember honestly.â
âOh okay.âÂ
The conversation ends. Another 12 seconds.Â
âSo⌠Did you guys fuck after I hung up?âÂ
Sevika smiles and Vi chokes in shock. Theyâre so different. No wonder theyâre so close.Â
âIâ sorry, thought we were studyingââ
âWho said we were gonna study?â You stare at Vi quizzingly.Â
âNo one did. We mighta fucked.â Sevika shrugs nonchalantly.Â
âOh⌠was it fun? Whatever it was.â
âAsk her.â She nods in direction of the girl whose face is beet fucking red. How cute!Â
âVi⌠was it fun?âÂ
Her eyes droop to the pencil in her hand before flicking it nervously.Â
â⌠I guess.âÂ
âYou guess?â
âThatâs what I said.âÂ
â⌠Okay.âÂ
Vi sets her book and pencil on your nightstand before releasing a stuttered sigh.Â
âTell me what happened if ya wanna,â Softness wafts off your tongue.Â
Vi swallows, âI⌠uhâŚâ
âMhm?â
âWe⌠I didnâtâŚâ
âI gave her head til she cried.â Sevika whispers right in your ear; tickling against your lobe and youâre suddenly winded. Viâs legs twist until one crosses over the other.Â
Gave⌠OhâŚ
This isnât new information. Youâre 79% sure Sevika was Viâs first kiss⌠or you heard something like that in passing, so why does the sudden confirmation make you wanna hide? Curl into your blankets and shield yourself from both of them?Â
âOh⌠fun.â Your face burns underneath the skin.
âVery.âÂ
âYupâŚâÂ
âYouâre shy now? After all that?â Sevika almost laughs when your eyes drop to the floor.Â
âItâs uh, easier to talk when no oneâs actually there.âÂ
âWe coulda been if youâd answered the fucking phone.âÂ
â⌠Sorry.âÂ
âItâs okay, baby.âÂ
Sevikaâs captain of the team for a reason; a leader by nature and Vi allows her to despite her anticipation. She's much closer now, the respectful distance she kept up upon arrival now completely shut, her shoulder touching yours, nearly straddling your leg.Â
Thereâs a light tickle on your thigh; Sevikaâs index finger barely grazes the skin exposed beneath the hem of your skirt.Â
âYouâre so stiff,â She whiffs tender against your neck and you choke a noise.Â
âIâm ⌠âmscaredtobreatheââ
âDonât be scared,â Sevikaâs whole hand caresses your knee, eases you into her, all while Vi mouths at your neck. âHere, wanna know a secret?â
You release the air in your lungs, âSureâŚâÂ
Sheâll never tell, so I will. Your head bobs so encouragingly.Â
Vi told me something after she showered that night.Â
With every buttery brustle against your shoulder, Viâs hands gently attack wherever they can reach; the plush of your hips, on your thighs, grabbing at your tummy over your hoodie that takes up too much fucking space for her liking. You canât stop squirming with every taut pull at the pit of your stomach.Â
I was sitting on my bed and she came in, and she smelled so good. I was trying to roll up again, but she took my tray and put it on my dresserâŚÂ
Roll up? Tray? What what what the fuck is she sayingâ
And she got on her knees in front of me⌠and she looked so fucking cute just staring up at me like that, like sheâd do anything to make me happy⌠Sheâs sweet like that if sheâs in the mood.Â
She said âmay I practice on you, please?â⌠And I said okay⌠So she pulls down my underwear and treats me so well. You wanna know who she was practicing for?Â
Yes, yes, pleaseâ
It was you, baby. She kept telling me how good she wanted to make your first time.Â
A strained noise chokes from your throat, and Vi smiles against your ear before her lips close around your lobe and itâs too much theyâre too muchâ
Uh huh, and her tongue felt so fucking good on me. Almost impressive⌠and she loved every second of it.Â
Please⌠please, IâmâÂ
Listen to that, Violet, sheâs so fucking cute, isnât she?
So sweet, too. Bet she tastes so fucking good.Â
Sheâs so hungry for you, baby, Sevika coos at you, Gonna stop teasing and give us what we want?Â
You agree obediently â desperately, with every thrumming cell you can use at the moment.Â
Viâs benign hand rests on your cheek to turn you towards her before kissing you softly. A gentle peck before she pulls away. Itâs overstimulating; Vi kissing and touching you like youâre made of glass while Sevika sucks large bruises on the side of your throat. Your nails dig into the muscular thigh that hardly shakes at your grip in attempts to ground yourself, but they fail because youâre about to faint.Â
Your sun kisses you deeper, holds your face tighter to keep you where she needs to tongue at your lips. Youâre trying to keep up with her, to use the muscle like she uses hers, but youâre falling behind. They donât seem to mind, satisfied with the fact that theyâre gonna devour you regardless.Â
And when Vi lays you back nice and cozy against your pillows while Sevika kisses all over your face, you know youâre fucked.Â
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Sevika and Vi take turns kissing you.Â
Itâs a messy and uncoordinated mess of teeth and saliva, mainly because of you, but you like it. You love it. You hope they do, too. The warmth of their bodies beside you resonates deep in your core. Whenever one of them pulls away, the next is more than open to take her place, over and over. Your thighs are already shaking.Â
Your hoodies raised up thanks to Viâs wandering hands, tucked right above your rib cage. Your stomach jolts when a feathery finger teases at the band of your skirt.Â
âYou ticklish?â Vi mutters against your cheek.Â
â⌠Nope.âÂ
âYesââ She swipes the same finger against your exposed skin and you jump with a giggle, âyou are. Liar.â
âFuck you!âÂ
âYeah⌠I really, really want to.â
She doesnât give you time to think of a response; just kisses you one last time before climbing onto her knees. Meanwhile, Sevikaâs struggling to get comfortable in your bed. Sheâs essentially on top of you, both her legs wrapped around one of yours.Â
âFucking â small ass mattress! I forgot how much I hate these!âÂ
âS-Sorry! Couldnât afford anything else â mmh!â
Sevika reconnects your mouths while the bed dips beside you. Then thereâs lips on your tummy.Â
Laughter explodes outta you; Sevika canât help but laugh into your mouth while Vi nibbles at your pudge. Her grin glows on your skin before her tongue glides on your hip. Her attention stays there; sloppy noises from above and below, your gasps swallowed with every bite Vi gives you.Â
You hardly register her pulling your skirt down. Youâre just colder. And fuzzier in the head. Sevika breaks away to ask,Â
âHow wet is she?â
Huhâ oh sheâs not talking to you yup yupâ
âCome see.âÂ
Sevika rises from position and youâre even colder. When she whistles at the spot on your underwear, your thighs squeeze shut⌠for 000.3 seconds before she pries them open again.Â
âStop Iâll fucking cryââ
âCry about what? Thatâs so fucking hot. Youâre so cute, baby.âÂ
âBro I wanna dieââ
Sevika rolls her eyes, âBust one last time at least, damn.âÂ
âCan we make it quick please Iâm already on the vergeââ
âOf cumming?â Sevika purrs.
âOf suicideââ
Viâs in hysterics. You shouldnât be this fucking funny. She watches you and Sevika go back and forth with tears in her eyes.Â
You bite, âWonky ass foreplayââ
âIâll strangle youââ
âIâll like itââ
Both of you are fucking stupid. Neither of you notice Vi tugging your panties down. She almost starts drooling at the sight of your pussy. Swallows down the lump of saliva before it can drip down her chin. Youâre wet and throbbing and pretty and you smell like heaven.Â
You gasp when two curious fingers separate your sticky lips; strings of slick cling to Viâs digits. Sevika watches with an insatiable hunger.
âWhat do you like?â Vi whispers, and you shrug.Â
âI dunno, Iâm new here.âÂ
She rolls her eyes, âI mean what do you do when you touch yourself?Â
âI donât do that.âÂ
âNever?â Both girls exclaim.Â
You shake your head. âI tried once and nothing happened so I just ate spaghetti and went to bed.âÂ
âWere you wet?âÂ
Viâs forbearing with her inquiries, but still, youâre on the fucking spot and you might start sneezing from anxiety. Theyâre too patient with you; Maybe youâve been misreading how they were in bed this entire time. You were expecting them to be knuckles deep in every available hole by now.Â
Youâve never been so nervous, and for you, thatâs saying a lot. âI donât remember, it was years ago.âÂ
âYouâve never used toys or anything?âÂ
âI⌠No.â
Sevika stares at Vi, and Vi at Sevika, and you at the wall.Â
Your thighs twitch when velvet nuzzles at them, Viâs voice deep as the ocean. âIâm gonna try something, tell me if you like it and Iâll keep going⌠okay?âÂ
You canât formulate a response but your head bounces in approval. A finger applies the gentlest of pressure on your clit and you expel a wheeze.Â
âOkay?â Sevika hums from above you, a hand easing underneath your hoodie to massage your breast.Â
âYe-ahââ
âSit up for me, honey,â She whispers and you obey so she can creep in behind you, your back resting against her chest. Both her hands rub at your chest this time, her fingers massage your nipples while Vi strokes your clit in slow, teasing circles.Â
âHowâs this feel, babe?âÂ
âGâ good! Great⌠h-hooray?â How do pornstars dirty talk so eloquently? Youâre literally fucking dying right now. Sevika laughs to herself in your neck and your chest burns.Â
âYeah? And this?â She utters right before pressing in, flicking you from side to side and your core squeezes tight. Youâre dripping and she watches so closely.Â
âOh fuckââ
âThere she is, good girl, just feel what sheâs givinâ you.â Sevika rasps against your shoulder.Â
You are feeling and itâs too much for your body to comprehend. Your brainâs never been this focused on one thing. On one feeling, especially one this enjoyable. Itâs so good itâs so good you love your fucking girlfriendâ
âTell me when youâre gonna cum?â Vi says against your soft skin
âUhhâŚ? Iâ oh godââ
âGetting there, baby? Feel how tight youâre getting? I can see it.â
2 ragged inhales and your eyes roll back and your jaw slacks and your nose tickles oh shitâ
âYeah, yeah, give it to me, câmonââ
ACHOO!
Your thigh squeezes shut when euphoria overtakes your entire system; thighs clamping shut around Viâs wrist while she giggles and rubs out your pleasure with ease because sheâs stronger than you. Your initial efforts of staying as silent as possible were in vain because youâre squealing your little head off. Sevika rests back on her hands and watches like a hawk while you thrash and clench and leak all over her roommateâs hand.Â
âGood job. Felt nice, hm?âÂ
You struggle to nod because youâre still cumming so hard and her fingers wonât cease on you. Your thighs stick together with your wetness.Â
âIâm still eating you out, you know that, right?â
Your whines of approval sound wounded.Â
You couldnât see it, but when Vi finally pulled her hand from you, slurping noises swiftly followed, alongside Sevikaâs hums of satisfaction.Â
Mentally preparing for your burial.Â
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Vi might be obsessed with you.Â
Sheâs back in her original position between your thighs â with Sevika this time because sheâs greedy â and fuck sheâs never been so antsy to give head. She loves it and she loves getting it even more⌠at least she thought so. The aliens could come crashing down from the clouds and her first focus would still be getting you to soak her face.Â
Youâre fully undressed now, minus a sock that slipped off some fucking where but she doesnât give a fuck. Sheâs so desperate to touch you again. It plagues her mind; stuffed with everything that sheâs learned about you thus far. You sneeze before you orgasm for fucks sake thatâs the cutest shit ever â
Can I?
Sheâs asking you and youâre whispering yes, please and fuck you moan so pretty when she first glides her tongue on you. Sevika allows her to ease you into the feeling, but she stays close enough to see every drop of slick that glides on Viâs tongue. Youâre so noisy and she loves that. All she can think about is how loud youâd be with your face in her pillow and your hands behind your back while she â
Vi! Violet! Iâm cumming again!Â
Youâre a fucking dream. An insane fucking freaky ass dream.Â
If anyone were to walk past your room right now, theyâd be appalled at the ruckus that permeates through your space; sloppy sucking noises and encouraging praises and dehumanizing name calling that makes you grind your hips faster. Youâre nearly riding her fucking face.Â
Vi wishes she could see you in entirety; memorize every thrust and wriggle you give into her face, drowning her in your scent and juices and everything she could ever want in this moment. Youâre exactly what she needed; a pliant distraction. You turn her mind off so easily.Â
Sevikaâs greedy and selfish as she raises one of your legs up with ease. You fall back onto the mattress with your back arched to the skies, a cracked wail squeezing from your lungs when another tongue smushes against your clit. Sevika sucks hard at your clit when Viâs tongue swirls down to meet your entrance. The eager muscle wastes no time to shove inside and catch whatever bursts from you.Â
She moves on autopilot; eases one finger past your pulsing heat and your legs start to shake. The digit curls deep inside, plunges into you with vigor and determination to get you there, hits a spot that almost lands her a kick in the back of her head, but she catches you; curls an arm around your thigh to keep you still.Â
And the night â or afternoon or morning, none of you remember, continues like that until youâre drained completely dry and your body contracts from memory.Â
Hours pass when Sevika and Vi finally start tonguing each other down for your viewing pleasure, and it starts all over again.Â
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2 butches are sleeping next to me rnâŚÂ
never let a hoe tell you to stop following your dreams. iâve been following mine for almost 3 years and now theyâre sleep next to meâŚ.Â
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Game begins after title and this is okay to archive off-site for posterity!
Showed Me Yours, Showed You Mine: A Two Player Conversational Game About Revealed Secret Identities
You and another player have a civilian relationship plus a secret identity. (It doesn't have to be a Superman/Clark Kent deal. You could be an assassin, an FBI agent, a murderer, Sasquatch, etc.) It doesn't have to be the same secret either.
Together, you will determine: How are you two connected? What are your secrets? What caused your secrets to be revealed? Where are you two talking about it now? How will this revealed knowledge change your relationship?
Here are some ideas for each answer. Roll a d6 or pick and choose. Connection: Roommates, Lovers, Coworkers, Separated Parents, Best Friends, Regular at Restaurant and Server Secret: Superhero/villain, Dragon, Cheater (Marriage or academia), Identity Thief, Ran over the other's dog Revelation: Eavesdropping/Snooping, Said the same phrase twice, Wore the same scent, Whispered freely, Publicly revealed against their will, Undid a memory wipe originally done to hide the secret Where: Diner, Rooftop, Apartment, Highway overpass, Busy street corner, Public pool after hours Change: Become/Stop being lovers, Move away, Try/Succeed in killing the other, Do a(nother) mind wipe, Pretend it never happened, Steal something in retaliation
Game ends when all questions are answered, preferably in chronological order.
I've been eyeing this event for years, and I'm glad I got an idea this year so I could participate! Originally based on superhero identity reveals, I wanted to make it a bit broader than that.
This was fun! Word count was a little tricky, especially with the way I sorta combined two words in that final 'table' but I'm happy with how this turned out!
200 Word RPGs 2024
Each November, some people try to write a novel. Others would prefer to do as little writing as possible. For those who wish to challenge their ability to not write, we offer this alternative: producing a complete, playable roleplaying game in two hundred words or fewer.
This is the submission thread for the 2024 event, running from November 1st, 2024 through November 30th, 2024. Submission guidelines can be found in this blog's pinned post, here.
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the forgotten girl (1)
posted this originally on my old account. will be posting twice weekly :)
Emily Scott, sister of legendary lionesses Jill Scott, has died at the age of 21. Wife Amelia Scott-Higgins in intensive care.Â
Police have confirmed that Emily Scott was murdered in her family home over the weekend, her wife, Matildaâs star Amelia Scott-Higgins is in intensive care after sustaining life threatening injuries.Â
Waking up in a hospital bed, wrapped in bandages and in heaps of pain was not exactly how I expected my day to go but here we are. I donât remember much. I remember going home after training, I stopped to get dinner, chicken carbonara and garlic bread from our favourite Italian restaurant and then flowers from the corner stand that Emily was obsessed with. I was already late so who cares if I was a little extra late.Â
I remember the front gate being open, which is never normally the case, I remember the front door being unlocked but closed, again not normal but sometimes Em is in a rush when she gets home. As I took my shoes and coat off and wandered down the hallway, I didnât notice the guy standing behind the door, or the guy on the couch, or Emily in the back room tied to a chair. I didnât notice any of it. The only thing I noticed before it went black was the two wine glasses, one tipped over and smashed, the other full.Â
Chelsea FC superstar, Amelia Scott-Higgins has QUIT mid season.Â
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Where is football superstar Amelia Scott-Higgins?
Moving to Barcelona was the best thing I couldâve done. No one knows me,no one knows what happened or who Emily was. I am invisible. As soon as I could, I quit, left England, deleted all my social media and changed my number.Â
The rehab was incredibly hard. Thatâs to be expected considering I have multiple stab wounds to my stomach, my leg cut up, bruises covering every part of my body. I was still me though. Maybe not on the surface but deep down I was. I missed Emily everyday, I missed our life together, I miss the little things.Â
My apartment was empty. Nothing on the walls, plain furniture, it looked more like a show house than something someone would actually lived in. It didnât bother me, it made my brain have to work less. All I did was rehab, surf and doom scroll. I came across the Manuelas instagram page, a gay bar in Barcelona. From what Iâve heard itâs incredibly popular but Iâve never been. They had a shirt available, âlesbian servicesâ, after inquiring they allowed for me to pick it up.Â
I was meeting someone called Olga, slightly worried as I had no idea who she was, I let it play out.Â
âHola! Are you Amelia?âÂ
âHola, yes I am.âÂ
âPerfect! Iâm Olga! Let me take you inside and you can get whatever you want. They said youâve paid so you can get anything.âÂ
Stickers, hats, shirts, they had it all. I grabbed one of everything and then had a chat with Olga.Â
âYouâre not around here are you? Your Catalan and Spanish is good but the accent is a bit weird.âÂ
âOh nah. Iâm Australian. Lived in London for a few years but Iâm here now.âÂ
âOh wow! How long have you lived here?â
â3 years now. Itâs beautiful. I donât get out much but Iâm trying to get out more.â
âWhat do you do for work? If you donât mind me asking?âÂ
âUh um, I used to play -âÂ
âAmelia? Is that you?â Keira Walsh and Lucy Bronze. Right in front of me. I havenât seen them for 3 years, purposely ignoring all of them and essentially falling off the face of the earth.Â
âAmelia! What are you doing here? Give me a hug!âÂ
âHey guys. Long time so see.â This is not what I wanted. More and more people started surrounding us.Â
âHoly shit. Thatâs Amelia Scott-Higgins! Sheâs been MIA for so long. I miss watching herâ the short one with dimples tried to whisper, it didnât work.Â
âDude she used to be so good. What happened?â Her taller companion asked next.Â
âThatâs enough you two. She has ears and can hear you idiots.â Alexia Putellas. 2 time Ballon dâor and 2 time pain in my ass. âHola Amelia. How are you?âÂ
âFine thanks Alexia. And you?âÂ
âHow do you all know each other? I am very confused here.â Olga spoke up.Â
âMil used to play for-â Alexia started to say
âWe are old friends!â This is why I donât leave my house.Â
âI need to go. I have things to do. Olga thank you so much for all this. If I owe any money let me know. Alexia, girls, it was nice to see you. Good luck this season.â Turning as quickly as I could to escape.Â
âMilly, wait.â
âKei, donât. Iâm fine. Everything is fine.â
âPlease can I have your number or something? Itâs been 3 years and you disappeared.âÂ
âGive me your phone and Iâll put it in. Iâm not good at replying. Bye Kei.âÂ
3 years since I stepped foot in England, 3 years since I buried my wife. 3 years since Iâd spoken to my friends. 4 years since Emily died. 4 years since I played football, 4 years since I felt normal.Â
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What if Sol started writing a journal after capturing MC...
Just some little entries for the idea.
Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, death, abuse, blood mention, etc
Journal #1
It's been a few days since we started living together. I never been so happy!
Of course Pumpkin needs some time to get comfortable in our new home and life. I made sure to give them a room full of comfort and love...and hope the shackles aren't too tight. But it's just for the time being. They understand.
I love them so much
Journal #57
I had a run in with him...Ichabod. I thought about killing him in that moment but went against it.
He spoke about them, my pumpkin, he looked honestly so depressed, so devoid of life...It was pathetic, yet satisfying to see.
If only he knew they were happy, safe and sound in my care and home. He'll never know though.
I won't let him ever know.
Journal #63
That pest decided to come visit. It was unexpected, how did he even find out where I lived?
I had to quickly deal with pumpkin, keep them quiet. I didn't want to be rough but they gave me no choice.
If they were to scream, and give away their location. Our happy life would be destroyed then.
I can't...No. I won't let that happen.
I hope I didn't tie the gag too hard on them...I hope they forgive me...
Journal #73
(The page is stained with blood.)
It was sudden...One moment I left to do something. The next, he was in our home and found them.
I had no choice...I had to end them there and now in front of pumpkin.
He put up a fight however. I won't be going out for a few days until l these scratches on my face are healed and gone.
Pumpkin sobbed, begged, kept calling out his name...I hated to see them so distraught, so hurt before me. But I had no choice.
I DID IT FOR US. HE WAS GOING TO TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME. HE WAS GOING TO DESTROY OUR HAPPY FAMILY.
...I had to cover their mouth, stop them from screaming anymore. Else risk someone else hearing and finding them, finding us.
I'll start to dispose of the body tonight. I'll need some tools however first...I need to call Hyugo...
Journal #86
Pumpkin won't eat much or at all some days.
They either hardly sleep or sleep too much now.
They rarely spoke to me before, but now, they won't even look at me.
What can I do to fix this?
It was all his fault. If he never arrived...
No.
If he never EXISTED. Then this all wouldn't have happened.
I'm sorry, pumpkin...I swear...This won't ever happen again. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again.
We'll move somewhere else, find a new happy start elsewhere. Safe, far away from these damned people, this damned place.
Just you and me...Together forever, like we're meant to be.
We'll be so happy together again soon. I promise.
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Part 13: The Coworker
part 12 | series masterlist | ao3 link
jason todd x f!reader
summary: a strange holding pattern develops where nothing really happens and all you can do is bury yourself in work while jason keeps hiding things from you
tags: angst, reference to off screen violence
rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 2.2k
a/n: more of a set up chapter before the next big plotty thing happens. umm don't throw tomatoes at me?
Jason Todd is lying to you. Or at the very least heâs keeping things â important things â from you. Knowing that, being unable to close your eyes and turn the other way anymore, it fractures you a little more in ways you had thought you were long past. Still, stupidly, you love him. You keep waiting for the day when it gets easier to breath and your stomach stops swooping anytime Jason Todd is in sight. Hope rises and falls. His kindness mixed with cruelty burns but you canât stop drinking it down as though youâve been days in the desert.
In some ways, not being around Jason and the friends you share is easier, not having to wonder with every stilted interaction what there is left to hold you together. Much easier then, to bury yourself in work, in school. Lose yourself to distractions until the fear and paranoia dogging your every step fade into the background with the hum of routine and the mindless chattering of people who donât know you well enough to hurt you with their well meaning questions.
It feels silly to plan for your future when it might very well come to an end in an alley, but the thought of a next month, a next year, a next moment keeps you clinging to sanity like a life preserver. So you put your head down and work, fingers crossed that all your effort will pay off with the summer research position currently being dangled over the heads of all the English department interns. A stepping stone, maybe, to being able to work your way through grad school that certainly no one else but you and your student loan from Gotham Trust will be paying for. For 15 hours a week you can tune out the present, get lost in the daydreams and the work of building that future which rests just hazily out of your reach, beyond the taint of murderers creeping in the dark and a love that seeps like poison.
Something close to regret always passes over you when the work day ends and Jason stands at the door waiting for you. Maybe even something ugly, a twisted up anger, jagged and sharp, that buries itself under your breastbone. Your life is held together with duct tape and sticky glue, balanced precariously on one wobbly leg, but no matter what happens to you, Jason will be fine as always. In a few months heâll have his degree and a family that apparently doesnât hate him as much as heâs implied and heâll go swanning back off to wherever the fuck he mysteriously appeared from. After graduation, whoâs to say that youâll stay friends at all? That he wonât move on with his life and maybe, occasionally, heâll think fondly of the girl he was friends with for less than a year while heâs off saving the world, saving the Alley, from yet another idiot villain. The future is yours, shining and pristine, but yours alone. A shining knife thatâs lodged itself in your chest and twists in anticipation of the moment when heâll let you go.
You donât let any of those thoughts show on your face though. Donât want to ruin any of the dwindling moments you have left and so you bury it down inside, pack the soil down on top hard and cross your fingers that it wonât grow any poisonous fruit.
The first time you stay late, youâre apologetic when you ask Jason to come back in a few hours but thereâs none of the usual claustrophobic sensation. Jaimie had asked for help and you had volunteered to give it to her, any excuse not to go home and sit in your tiny apartment and flinch at the wind outside. Itâs the first time you stay late but not the last.
Really you had never intended to be so distant from the other research interns but when all the seniors are competing really for the same opportunity, one that would make or break your future plans, itâs not hard to see everyone else as competition. People to be polite and helpful to, but not people to get close to in the eventuality that they break your heart by getting the position or you break theirs. But in searching for more and more reasons to stay distracted, to prolong the moment just before you see Jason again, before you fall into his arms again begging for scraps, itâs hard not to get to know them better.
Thereâs sweet Jaimie with her bottle thick glasses who only started this semester, Amira with her nearly magical knowledge of the libraryâs cataloguing systems, and Louisa whose German accent only comes through when she gets annoyed. Stoic Miguel that never really says much but doesnât have to in order to get his point across and Ian whose charm has even crabby Dr. Duvall smiling broadly. Theyâre friends, all of them, or at least on friendly terms. Itâs hard not to thaw towards them when suddenly youâre making a point to spend so much time with them.
Probably, you should be on your guard. Probably, you should listen to the paranoia whispering at the back of your mind about strangers and hidden motives. But with all the lights turned on in the tucked away office for interns, the space heater warming the old bricks and mild laughter and offers of help freely given, it feels safe in a way. That this space makes them safe even if you couldnât name their birthdays at gunpoint (you really hope youâll never have to do that). Here you can leave all of your messy emotions at the door, all the bagging and sleepless nights forgotten in the face of people that donât know you.
Three weeks and never once does Jason complain about the hours stretching later and later. He never mentions how your feet seem to trudge slower and slower to him where he waits at the door. How the lightness seems to leave you as you hit the cold night air. Three weeks until his patience hits its limit.
âSeems like youâve been working more than last semester,â he drops leadingly into conversation one morning as he rolls out of the side of your bed heâs claimed for himself.
âSeems like it,â you reply as you struggle to get your bra hooked on right. He comes up behind and does the clasp for you, hovers like he wants something more heâs not sure heâll be allowed in the bright light of day.
âI just worry about you, yeah? Donât want you to work yourself sick withâ with everythinâ else goinâ on.â
âWell donât,â you tell him, harsh words that drip with your frustration as you dig through your drawers for a sweater. Dannika and Lina have already been on your case about all your overtime hours, not to mention Reiâs quiet concern. âDonât worry about this, okayâ You say more gently, turning back to him as you tug the sweater over your head. âWorkâs the one place where I donât have to deal withââ you gesture expansively ââall of this.â Quickly you register the way his eyes go blank and shuttered. âWith the fear, I mean. No time for serial killers when Iâm trying to collate lists of possible sources for Dr. Higuchiâs next book.â He nods, and then doesnât bring it up again.Â
Itâs a Tuesday, so itâs only you, Amira, and Miguel working. The office is quiet without Jaimieâs constant questions and Ianâs little asides but its a cosy kind of quiet. Slowly the quality of the light changes as the sun creeps below the skyline and eventually you have to admit that thereâs nothing more to keep you there for the day. You pack up simultaneously, Amira bumping your elbow with her overstuffed satchel as she swings it onto her shoulder.
âOh Iâm so sorry, I didnât ding you too hard did I?â She apologizes. It was a pretty solid hit, the several hardcovers in her bag as good as bricks but she didnât mean anything by it and so you donât take it personally.
âNo harm done,â you let her know, shouldering your own bag as you do.
âAny plans for tonight?â Amira asks.
âJust tackling some readings for class, nothing interesting,â you reply with the conspiratorial tiredness that all students have by this time of the year.
âHmmm okay, what about Thursday?â
âThursday? Why?â You ask, a tightness to your spine. Sheâs never asked, none of them have ever asked before. Thereâs been the usual how was your weekends and have a good nights but never anything this direct.
âWell most of us sneak into the grad student bar on Thursday for their trivia night and you need five people for a team only Louisaâs got that paper due Friday and probably wonât come. So, if youâre free, would you want to join us?â
âIâ uhm Iâd have to check?â You tell her, suddenly panicked because this wasnât what youâd been expecting at all. Yes, youâd been getting on with your coworkers better but you hadnât thought that youâd been getting on well enough to be invited to their plans outside of work. And yes, technically a Thursday should be fine, should be safe, no oneâs gone missing on a Thursday. But to meet? Outside of the office, outside of the place youâd neatly marked as âsafeâ with people that you barely know? âWhen does itâ when does it usually end?â You ask instead. âJust with everything going on I usually have a friendââ the word catches in your throat ââwalk me home at night.â
âHmmm like eleven or so?â She cocks her head. âIâm so sorry I didnât even think of that. Itâs so scary and I donât even look like a potential victim.â Amira smiles at you pityingly and you can already feel the sympathy curdling in your stomach. âYou know what, why donât you bring them along? The teams only have to be a minimum of five but they can go all the way up to ten.â
âIâll see if heâs free but Iâll let you know?â Itâs pathetic at how easily just the thought of Jasonâs presence makes you breath easier, feel more up to accepting whatâs probably a genuine invitation. Amira happily gives you a number to contact and you part ways. Jasonâs waiting, like always but it takes you a while to figure out exactly how to phrase your request to take up his time with something so trivial.
âI got invited out by my coworkers today,â you tell him, staring out the bus window as you speak. Heâs folded himself into the aisle seat beside you, something youâd snorted about earlier and muttered about a clown car until heâd scowled from swallowing his laughter.
âDo I know any of them?â He asks, grumbling as he tries to find a position kinder to his knees.
âMaybe I introduced you to Jaimie?â You rack your brains thinking back. âAnyway, the point is they invited me to trivia night with them and when I was worried about making you wait for so long to walk me home they invited you too,â you say in a rush.
âWhen?â He cranes his neck to check the next stop as he asks.
âThursday, ends around 11.â
He sighs through his nose. âIf it was any other day Iâd say no problem, yeah? But Iâve got a thing.â
âA thing,â you deadpan.
âYeah, a thing,â he evades. The two of you get off at the stop, the bus kicking up dirty slush in its wake.
âYou should go, have a good time,â Jason tells you in front of your building. âIâll make sure to be there at 11 and Iâll still make sure you get home. But you should have some fun, yeah?â
Heâs hiding something again, isnât he?
Itâs silly to be so distracted by a maybe but you canât stop thinking about it. You miss a very obvious trick question on the publication of Wuthering Heights by Emily BrontĂŤ, though Ian smiles very kindly when he changes the original date you had written to the date the book was first published under the authorâs real name. Even without doing anything at all Jason still manages to knock you off balance. You donât regret it, coming out with your coworkers, even if the bar starts to get more rowdy as the night goes on. That sense of safety, of oh these people wonât hurt me, isnât restricted just to the office it would seem. Miguel still doesnât speak very much but he smiles more and Jaimie is strikingly confident when she isnât wrestling with spreadsheets. Itâs almost, almost enough to distract you from thoughts of Jason by the time the evening is wrapping up.
Youâre laughing freely at a sly joke from Amira you wish Dannika was there to hear too when you finally spot him. Heâs leaning against the wall outside the building, phone still cupped to his ear when you run up to him, the snow muffling the sound of your foot steps. Even in the low lighting of the barâs neon sign he still looks beautiful and youâre loath to disturb the moment. Heâs just ending the call as you get closer, fat snowflakes catching in your hair.
â...yeah, yeah love you too Barbie.â
Oh.
a/n: on the other line, barbara's threatening to castrate jason for making dick sad
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Such A Good Girl: Ryan x Reader (Yellowstone)
Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @Yousigned-upforthis @queenslandlover-93 @hal3ynicol3
Companion piece to:
With Me (NSFW) - Ryan and you send the night together for the first time.
The Morning After - Ryan and you enjoy the morning together.
Adrenaline - Ryan gets turned on by your capability.
My Favourite Kind of Night (NSFW) - Ryan and you send the night together at a law enforcement conference.
Bed Breaking (NSFW) - Ryan breaks your bed.
Marks - Ryan decides he wants to commit.
Wishes - Ryan wishes things were different between the two of you.
Stop Thinking, Start Listening - Ryan hates seeing you with another man.
Kitty - Ryan knows something's not right when he seees you with another man.
The problem is Ryan canât keep his nose out of your shit, not when he knows youâre doing something dangerous. The thought of you out there undercover, it makes his skin itch because the assholes you work with they donât have your back, theyâve never had your back. That was made abundantly clear during the first couple of cases the two of you worked on together when you came hurtling in like the cavalry despite the fact there was a hold order on their backup due to a dispute between the Sheriff and John Dutton.
âI think I owe you a drink, for saving my ass back there.â He had told you in the aftermath as he stood on the steps of the precinct, hands tucked into pockets of his jeans.
âYou owe me more than a drink. Iâve just got my first write up.â Youâd told him, your hands running through your hair as you tied it back into a messy bun. âI was such a good girl before I met you.â
He finds out later that night how much of a good girl you really are and you find out how much of a bad boy he is.
In the present he sits in his car and he thinks over everything heâs learned over the past couple of hours. The ATF believe guns are being run through a microbrewery in Bozeman owned by Sebatian Myers, youâd been selected to pitch in because youâd run a similar operation back in Alabama before you made the switch to Montana. There have been no wire tap warrants, no surveillance requests, theyâre running this like youâre a C.I which means youâre out there entirely on your own. Whatâs actually puzzling to him is the reason that you agreed to it. That op in Alabama, it had ended badly for you. Ryanâs seen the scars, heâs kissed them in the dead of night. Three stab wounds all in your left side, youâd lost your kidney and an enormous amount of blood. You couldnât be around the department after that, especially after you learned it was your partner who ratted you out, a man youâd worked alongside for three years, who had gambling debts coming out of every orifice.
âI learned my lesson.â You had told him as his fingers had trailed over each of those scars. âUndercover work isnât for me.â
Itâs when he flicks through the file on Myers that he realises what your investment is. Two years ago Myers had been linked to the rape and murder of a teenager from the reservation. It was one of  several cases you inherited from your predecessor. Youâd tried to reopen it but the reservation police wouldnât trade information with you and it wasnât a priority to the Sheriffâs office so youâd been forced to stand down. You used to have nightmares about it because you felt like you were failing those girls, youâd wake up in a cold sweat and Ryan, he would be right there holding you, soothing you.
He knows you, he knows those cases were something you had never been able to let go because you were convinced that it was still happening, that the killer had just gotten better at concealing it. When the opportunity to investigate Myers had come up you wouldnât have been able to resist. Youâd dressed yourself up and walked straight into the lionâs dean, no back up, no safe guards, just you.
Heâs fucking livid because he knows you wouldnât be pulling this shit if the two of you were together, he would have talked you down, figured out another way.
But you arenât and thatâs  why Ryanâs now sitting outside Myersâ place, his gaze fixed on the windows because he canât let you do this alone. He wonât let you do this alone.
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âHow much do you hate me today, Gem?â Pearl asked, feeling the smile on her face as she adjusted her seat on the camel.
âA lot!â Gem snapped.
âDang it, I was hoping to trick you,â Pearl said blithely, âand youâd say something like- you know-â
âDo you know why, though?â
Taken aback by the anger in her friendâs voice, Pearl asked, âWhat?â
âI have reasons today,â Gem said, signalling for the camel to start walking across the bridge. Pearl wrapped her arms around Gemâs waist, and for the first time in all the times sheâd done it, it felt uncomfortable. âIâve reflected.â
âYouâve reflected?âÂ
âYeah!â Gem said, her voice surprisingly thick with hurt. âDo you remember last session, when you thought you put your eye into the portal?â
âWe werenât even there for-â Pearl began to protest, but Gem cut her off by stopping the camel and yanking Pearlâs arms off of her waist. She twisted around to face Pearl.Â
âDid you even look me in the face during our- our murder camelâŚhappenings?â Gemâs eyebrows twitched further down as she messed up her speech.
Pearl wanted to laugh at Gem tripping over her words, but the look on Gemâs face squashed any positive feelings she couldâve had. âY-yeah! It was such a good time, it was-â
âAnd you remember what my face looked like?â Gem pointed with a trembling hand to her left eye.Â
Pearl felt herself quickly falling into the hole sheâd dug, and searched desperately for what Gem could be referring to. âYeah!â She remembered Gemâs clothes turning yellow and then red, andâŚa left arm the color of the void, and⌠âOh. I forgot aboutâŚâ
âOkay.â Blinking rapidly, Gem turned around and began the camelâs walk again, faster this time. âAnd then other than that, you 2v1 me! And you- you know about holding grudges across seasons. You know about that.â
Now Pearl felt her own anger flare up. âI didnât 2v1 you Gem, letâs put this straight. I let Scar do it, I watched.â She searched for something to hold onto that wasnât Gem, and settled for the not-incredibly-optimal grip on the camelâs sides. She felt herself closing her eyes as the camel climbed up a hill.
âNo no no. I remember specifically-â
âI hit you once!â Pearl raised her voice, heated with indignance.
âHitting me once!â Gem raised her voice in return. âThatâs enough! That set your dogs on me!â
âIt was one little basic whack!â
âIt was not a regen-based season!â
âAnd I sat the dogs down, Gem! You had so many hearts!â
âOnce was enough!â
Pearl quickly calmed herself, trying to salvage the conversation. âYou were gonna live. You were fine. You see? Look at that. Weâre thriving.â
Pearl could hear the breath Gem took. She could hear the shakiness in it. âIâm just saying,â Gem said, turning the camel back to her base, âIâll forgive you if you actually 1v1v1v-whatever me. And not 2v1.â
Pearl felt a laugh slip out, and she could see Gemâs arms tense in response. âWell at that point, that seems like weâre trying to kill each other. That seems against the point, no?â
âYeah, we have to die, Pearl, thatâs the game.âÂ
Pearlâs heart was racing as she stumbled over her words in response to that⌠morbid opinion. âThatâs the- thatâs not- thatâs- that means I can only- that means thereâs only resolution after the season ends, is what youâre saying!â
The exasperation in Gemâs voice made Pearlâs throat tighten. âWe can die six times! We have time to die!â
âI canât die six times!â Did Gem not care about Pearlâs life at all? Just for the sake of some morally correct 1v1?
âYou can die once!â
Pearl reached for something to lighten the situation. She hated fighting, especially with Gem. In an attempt to make a joke, she went for, â1v1 me right now, Gem.â Terrible joke.
Gem appeared to be taking it seriously, stopping the camel to think. âRight now? ⌠Alright.â
âNot really!â Pearl laughed nervously. âYou were too- you were too all into that, you were like, âyeah letâs- letâs do it! Yeah, letâs get it!ââ
âI meanâŚâ Gemâs voice was calm and serious. Pearl never liked when it did that. âItâs high stakes for you, but I mean, weâve PvPâd on Hermitcraft, itâs about 50/50 who wins and who loses.â
Pearl spluttered, and everything inside her was screaming run away. So she climbed off the camel and walked away. âFine. Iâm gonna go get on Impulseâs camel, because Impulse actually treats me right.â What was she saying?
âWhat, you donât want to 1v1 me? Youâre scared?â Gem called after her. Pearl turned around. Where a playful smirk wouldâve usually been, a disappointed frown sat instead. âIf you win, you go green!â
âI know.â Pearl looked at her feet. She couldnât help the pit in her stomach whenever she imagined fighting Gem, imagined the disappointed look on Scott and Cleoâs faces if she would lose and go red. Looking up and forcing cheer into her tone, she continued, âBut Iâd rather catch you when youâre unawares!â
Gemâs face twisted. âYouâre still not honorable!â
âIâm very honorable!â Pearl protested. âItâs all part of traps!â
Gem flipped her camel around and walked away. âYou donât want it.â
Want what? Her forgiveness? âI do!â Pearl ran after the camel. âGem?â
But she kept walking.
Gem sank to the floor inside her rebuilt barn, leaning her back against the stone. She missed the wood. But nothing good on this server ever stayed, did it? That's how it worked. Things burn, and then get replaced by something else.
Even if Pearl didn't, Gem knew that. She knew to cherish the precious things. And even if Pearl couldn't, Gem could remember everything clearly. Very clearly. She remembered opening the portal.
Sheâd been digging down forever, ender eye clutched in her left hand. Sheâd built bridges above the silverfish to avoid them, sheâd pictured the awe in everyoneâs faces when she told them everything.
Gem lay on her front and reached down toward the portal. She stretched her arm as far as she could, and finally, finally set the eye where it belonged. There was a deep rumble, either heard or felt or both, and the lava beneath her slowly turned into a black abyss, with distant hints of green.
âI did it,â she breathed. âI did it! I opened the End gateway!â
Then her hand turned numb.
It started at the palm but quickly spread to her fingertips, then up to her wrist. It was a cold, empty shock. It felt like it was dissolving every bit of her, right down to her bones, until there was nothing but air left. She tried to pull away, but her hand was stuck on the eye. All she could do was watch as the void crawled up her arm, onto her shoulder, up her neck and into her eye. Her skin turned pale and purplish, then that same black abyss crept in, slowly spreading up and up until it reached her eye and she felt pain, burning pain.
Screaming, she wrenched her hand away from the eye and covered her face. Only her right eye was crying.Â
It was probably only a few minutes she sat there, holding her face and rocking back and forth, but when the burning finally went away, it felt like hours. She looked down at her shaking hand. It was cold and lifeless and alien.
No one would be in awe anymore. Theyâd be scared.
But Gem had known someone who wasnât scared. Pearl had treated her kindly, complimenting the ânew lookâ and reveling in Gemâs tales of danger. Pearl was loyal to her. At least at the start.
Even if it meant everything to Gem that Pearl was by her side, apparently it meant nothing to Pearl. Gem meant nothing to Pearl.
So Gem sat lost in her thoughts, rubbing her left eye over and over again, until she heard Joel shriek for her help. Giving Pearl no more thought, she grabbed her sword and ran outside.
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I just had a nasty idea with Eddie at work and I need to get it out of my head like yesterday
Big trigger warning
Cw: CNC, allusions to kidnapping, roleplay, established relationship, public sex, nipple play, unprotected p in v, fingering, big dick!Eddie, dark!Eddie, mentions of the r word (r*pe), this is all just a roleplay so please don't come at me
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You were walking late at night, going to a date with your boyfriend at a restaurant you guys had planned for days now, you had dolled yourself up for him and we're click clacking away in your heels as you made quick pace through the dark streets
What you did not expect was for someone to come out of the dark and grab a hold of you, dragging you into the darkness of a hallway, all you could smell was weed and a strong musky smell
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"You're so pretty" said the man as he watched you on top of him
Completely naked on his lap in the back of the van he had shoved you into, your hands tied behind your back and a cloth in your mouth to muffle your pleads for mercy
For what you could make out in the darkness of his van was a mess of long curls and some big dewy eyes tracing your whole body with a hunger in them you had never seen in anyone before, it almost made you want to let whatever what's going to happen, well, happen, but the knowledge of him being a complete stranger was nagging on you
"Hmm? What's wrong sweetheart? Scared? I'm not going to hurt you baby" he said sweetly, almost too sweetly
You ripped your head away from his wanting hand that tried to caress your cheek, he tsk at you
"Don't make this more difficult than it should be, princess"
You narrowed your eyes at you, you had stopped screaming a while back when you realized no one could hear you even if you ripped your lungs out screaming for help and the cloth in your mouth did not help either
So there you were, trembling and naked on the lap of a strangely attractive man, in the back of his van, about to be raped and murdered most likely
He was playing with your tits, fumbling with them and pulling your nipples out, nursing on them one at a time, suckling like a newborn as he grunted with his mouth full of your boob, you couldn't help but grind on him, purely by instinct
"Naughty girl, grinding your filthy pussy on a stranger's cock"
He chuckled as his fingers started rubbing your clit, your back arched and you grinded on him again, his fingers breached you and you moaned, eyes rolling back and a shiver ran down your spine when his rings touched you as he plunged them deeper in your pussy that was soaked
"Fuck, so wet for me huh? You like this don't you naughty girl? Yeah you like being played with by a stranger"
You just closed your eyes praying this would end quicker, but your luck wasn't that much
You heard a buckle, a button opening and a zipper and heard some shuffling, when you finally looked down you saw a monster between the stranger's legs
Could be about 8 inches of pure cock that were staring at you, pointed at your pussy, ready to destroy your insides
Now it wasn't very fair that you were completely naked and he was fully clothed with only his dick out, but this wasn't really ideal anyway
"Come here, lemme fuck that drooling pussy"
He grabbed your hips and manhandled you as to where your pussy was perfectly liked up with his rock hard cock, the pink head leaking pre cum in anticipation, it looked kind of cute being all needy for you, girthy and veiny too
"Yes like that baby, lemme impale you on my big cock, fuuuck~" he said as he started to lower you onto himself "Fuck baby, yes suck me into your pussy, fuck so tight huh?" He snarked as you clenched around him "Fuck, so good for me baby, just a couple more inches" he suddenly slammed you down onto him, your eyes rolling back, hands fighting against your restrains, he sighed as he threw his head back in pleasure, groaning as he felt your wetness around him finally
"Fuck, your pussy was maaaade for me baby" he slurred "It fits my cock perfectly and with no hesitation, such a naughty girl"
He started bouncing you at his own pace on his dick, your moans were muffled and choked out as he kept a fast pace, squelching sounds invaded the van and you could only roll your eyes as his cock head hit your g spot dead on, the sounds coming from between your legs driving you insane
"Mmm fuck baby, so good for me, just drooling for my dick baby, fucking weeping"
Your head hung low but his hand around your neck made you look at him, his eyes filled with lust as his hips fucked into you to meet you as if you were a fleshlight he was just using, because that's what you were right now, just a toy
"Yeah you like that don't you? You like being my toy naughty girl? Yeah, I can tell from how hard you're squeezing me" he bit his lip, going down to nurse on your right nipple, all while looking up at you
His brows furrowed and he let go of your tit, still bouncing you on his cock he seemed lost in thought and then he finally spoke.
"You seem quiet baby, here lemme take that off you" he said pulling out the cloth from your mouth "There, now you can make all the noise you want baby"
"Ngh, fuck you"
"Oh baby..." He cooed "You already are" he chuckled on your ear
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Soon enough he had came inside you, filling you up to the brim with litters of his sticky and warm cum
"You okay baby? Did I go too hard?"
You smiled at him as he cleaned you off delicately
"I'm better than ever honey"
He came up to kiss you sweetly, he always loved to play into your twisted fantasies
And to be honest, he loved it too much...
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[â˘] cop car â karina x reader
[đ¤] 1/1 [please be aware this is all fiction! none of this is real and idols behavior is not accurately represented.]
song(s): cop car - mitski | no te pido mas - helenita vargas | de oro - la familia andre | la murga - willie colĂłn | la cuchilla - las hermanas calle
summary: you grew up desperate and made your way to the top, even started working for DAS. but your first assignment shouldnât have been thisâ they sent you to die. your body lived, though. you didnt.
pairing: patrĂłn!karina x halcĂłn!reader (also x teniente!giselle)
tags: angst, like horrible angst, toxic and I mean Very Toxic yuri, major character death, implied sexual content, this is DARK, set in 1970-90âs colombia, kind of ambiguous but happy ending? reader is lowk stupid and a bop
wc: 10.9k
cw: karina is horribly manipulative, cartels, guns, selling, making, and use of drugs, use of weapons, murder, bombs, death, etc. this is about the colombian cartel ok shit is fucked.
ex: before thereâs any outrage I AM COLOMBIAN. all information is acquired through primary sources (ex: family who literally lived through it). most info will be accurate, but my family specifically lived in medellĂn, calĂ, and barranquilla. this is set in bogotĂĄ. apologies for any city-based in accuracies.
a/n: this is for you aettudae my #1 â¤ď¸
1964, Cundinamarca, Colombia Local time: 1:00 A.M. Location: a small town in Soacha, Cundinamarca, Colombia Objective: . . .
You were born on the outskirts of the city. BogotĂĄ, the capitalâ the inside was rich, used to be filled with tourists, big buildings and fancy cars. The outside was ĂŠl pueblo, where youâd wake up at three in the morning, walk to the nearest bus stop, which was probably a few kilometers away, take the buses that never ran on time with the rest of the exhausted men and women heading to workâ work for rich people that ran the city till nightfall, get on another bus, and walk a few kilometers home, every day, constantly, while getting paid barely enough to support your family.
That was if you didnât get robbed, or blown up in the middle of the city, of courseâ political unrest stemming from La Violencia had made FARC, and the cartel had begun to ramp up production and organization, planting car bombs under public buses and cars. The country was rife with bombings and gang violence till the late 90âs.
But right now, it was in the very early morning.
You would be born in 1964 to a poor family living in Soacha, Cundinamarca, Colombia, right on the outskirts of BogotĂĄ. Your mother would be killed in 1970. Your father would be killed en la cantina, at night, in 1972.
You had been working since 12, anyway. Being told of your pathetic fatherâs death by a police officer who clearly did not care was when it was decidedâ you would not die in this town. You would make a name for yourself.
You were right, of course. You did make a name for yourselfâ you took down one of the most prominent cartel leaders in the country.
Or, at least, thatâs what the media thought.
LA VERDAD DE LO QUE PASĂ EN 1993 ââââââââââââââââââââââ THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAPPENED IN 1993.
1985, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 2:00 P.M. Location: Departamento Administrativo de Seguridad | Administrative Department of Security (DAS) HQ Objective: Enter the meeting
You made it into DAS at 21.
Really, it was probably just because the high-rank workers felt bad for you. They understoodâ a girl from the outer part near BogotĂĄ, no parentsâ you just wanted to make the country better for people like you.
You were given small jobs like paperwork and editing documents, until now. They were calling you in for your first meeting. Despite your usually serious nature, you couldnât help a bubble of excitement. Youâd finally be able to help like youâd always wanted.
which is why it was confusing why everyone was so somber when you walked in.
âGood morning,â you greeted, taking a seat.
âGood morning, y/n,â replied the woman who headed the ground-team. All your coworkers around her looked solemn, and you stared at them all puzzled.
âYour first assignment will be to infiltrate a specific branch of the BogotĂĄ cartelâ we fear they might be working with either FARC or plan to merge with another faction, and theyâre already quite dangerous as it isâ we donât need more of them,â
the room was silent. You knew what this wasâ your first year on the job with barely any training. They were sending you to die, just to get some information.
You sat up straight, squaring your shoulders. You would get the information to help your people. You would live.
âI understand,â you replied, with a nod, standing to collect your file.
The woman handing it to you leaned in, a pained look in her eyes âPerdĂłn,â
1985, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 10:54 P.M. Location: Una cantina Objective: Scout an in to the âorganizationâ
The woman in charge of the specific section of the widespread cartel that was causing so much destruction frequented a specific bar. You had been given her fileâ she was beautiful, with dark hair and pale skin, but she didnât seem to be colombian. It didnât really matter, to youâ you werenât here to ask her why sheâd made these choicesâ you needed to infiltrate one of the largest cartels in BogotĂĄ, on your first job.
you sighed, your head in your hands, the bartender giving you a cursory glance. The place was seedy, filled with alcoholics and sex-workers, as well as probably cartel members, which is why you were here.
You sat up, looking around. It was said Karina frequented this bar. You prayed sheâd show up, making the sign of the cross.
God deliveredâ she walked in, with two other people you didnât quite recognizeâ one had dark hair, as well, with big eyes, although her face was serious. The other was lithe, thinâ her hair was shorter, and lighter in color, more similar to a brown.
You knew what youâd have to do to start getting information. It made you feel a little sickâ a part of you, though, was grateful Karina was so beautiful. Her smile was cocky and smug, that of someone who knew she was untouchable. She made conversation with her two accompanies, talking and laughing and drinking. You waited for an hour or so, that she was now most definitely more than tipsy.
you walked over, wearing a short, tight black dress that let you fit the bill of another profession, looking at her through half lidded eyes.
another thing about the cartel. if they wanted a girl, theyâd have her. The club was a dangerous place, the bar was a dangerous placeâ sheâd seen a man get shot at a hamburger cart. The cartel was ruining the country.
you pushed down your sudden wave of resentment, focused on flirting with Karina. Her friend, the long haired girl, stared at you for a long time, scrutinizing. You wouldnât know what that meant, for a while.
Karina grinned, tilting her head. âCan I buy you a drink?â
âI donât see why not,â you smiled, voice practiced to be smooth and flirty. You didnât drink, usually, but you needed the courage.
She handed you a shot of aguardiente. It was dry and burned your throat, but it was good. You made conversation. âWhatâs a girl like you doing in a place like this?â You smiled, putting a hand on her arm. âSeems a bit.. dirty,â
Karina smiled, predatorily, teeth glinting in the low yellowed light. âJust trying to relax. You donât seem like the type of girl to frequent this place. Why are you here?â She asked back.
âOh, just.. trying to have a little fun,â you replied, lowly, voice ghosting over her ear. She seemed to like that answer.
âYeah? Why donât you come home with me, then?â
Your smile widened, although your eyes with still half lidded, touches fleeting. You still played your part.
âI will,â
you ended up going home with Karina. It took months to get her to trust you, but you had finally managed to get her to let you start working. All it took was a sob-story, a fake name, and she allowed you to work in her jurisdiction.
and so began the first objective: names. You needed names.
1985, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 4:33 P.M. Location: currently, a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
Karina had a home, of course, a large oneâ you had seen parts of the inside many a time. Of course, they also had some warehouses where they kept goods, where some of the members could crash for a night. You usually stayed with Karina, following her orders.
Some of the members used fake names. You had managed to catch onto oneâ Ning Yizhou, or NingNing. It was kind of stupid to put part of your real name in your fake name, but plenty of members didnât use false names at all. You supposed it was just because they didnât have much to hide.
The name was quietly recorded into your notebookâ in code, of course, specifically pigpen-cipher, although you mixed it in with a few different things, referencing dice code as well to make it more confusingâ the members of the organization sometimes forgot to call out their chosen names for each other, slipping up. You didnât mind, though, it made your life easier.
The group had a whole network across BogotĂĄ, planning to move into MedellĂn, which you felt was not a good idea, but had said nothing.
at one point, Karina brought you all out to eat at a very nice restaurant. You had become a favorite of sorts, for her. She didnât suspect a thing, thank god.
They began to make small talk, conversations imbued with remarks about the âbusinessâ, people causing problems, supply and demand, and those annoying Americans.
the waiter came, and everyone quieted.
âUna cerveza, porfa,â Karina was first.
âDame un refresco, por favor,â Giselle.
You felt something.. off. Obviously, Giselle wasnât colombian. None of these four women were. But they all learned Spanish here. None of them really spoke Spanish beforehand. Giselle was speaking very.. correctly. Or, at-least, not using slang from colombia. Had she learned Spanish in Mexico? Castellano? Was she part of another gang?
you hadnât noticed it was your turn to order with all the thoughts running through your mind. You looked at the waiter, glancing at Giselle.
âSi me haces el favor, una gaseosa,â
Giselle didnât seem fazed by it. but something was off about her. Something was very, very off.
âKarina,â you called, walking into her office. She seemed to be writing something down. Most likely something about funds or money. She did have people in the banks to clean her money for her, but she didnât like others running her finances. Too much of a chance for embezzlement. A part of you liked she was smart with her business.
âWinter told me you called for me?â You murmured, leaning against the side of her desk, tilting your head, putting a hand on her shoulder.
âAh, yes,â she affirmed, turning in her chair to you. âI have a job I need you to complete. Youâll be going with Winter,â she informed. âItâs nothing that difficult. Youâll both be going on some runs. Itâll just be delivering a few.. products, to a contact. Itâll be a long drive, maybe a few hours. Sheâll come get you at four in the morning, exactly,â
Your face stayed carefully blank, but you plastered a content smile onto it. âOf course, Iâm glad to be of any help. Speaking of help, Karina, you seem a little stressed..â you smiled wider, voice imbued with a sultry tone.
Karina was honestly a bit foolish. Smart with money, bad with people. Perfect for you.
She still suspected nothing, you thought, as she kissed you, hungrily.
the night ended with her paperwork left unfinished, and you asleep in her bed.
Winter was probably not going to be happy.
Winter was waiting outside the room for you, arms crossed and leaning on the wall. You had dressed into something casualâ just jeans and a shirt. You glanced over at her with a blank expression. âWhat do we need to deliver?â
She seemed to be thinking, before pushing off the wall, and beginning to walk. You followed.
âGuerrilla wants some weapons. Weâre just there to deliver,â she muttered, cigarette hanging half out of her mouth, unlit. You made your way to the car, getting in the passenger, the supplies in the back. âItâll be a long drive up the mountain. Letâs try not to get stopped, yeah?â She muttered, starting the ignition.
You drove in silence, for a bit. The humidity of the air was starting to get to you. You hated the heat.
Winter didnât talk to you, much. You didnât think she liked you. You were pretty sure it was because she believed you werenât worthy to be in the gangâ you were just Karinaâs plaything.
you didnât really care what she thought, though. You had a job to do.
after a few hours, you had made it sufficiently up the mountain to the trade-off point. You stepped out of the car.
It was still foggy, from the rain and the altitude. You almost felt a bit lightheadedâ but it was nothing you couldnât handle. The plants and mosquitos were certainly bothersome, but you said nothing. Helping Winter lug up all the weapons was definitely hardâ you werenât very strong. Winter stared at you in annoyance, mumbling curses, most likely about you, under her breath.
the trade off was successful, but then, yet again, you had to make your way down the mountain with duffel bags of money. It was heavy. Putting it away in the trunk was simple enough. You collapsed back into the passenger, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You felt gross.
âWhy was that so heavy?â You muttered, under your breath. Winter closed the door of the driverâs side.
âItâs not that heavy, youâre just weak,â she spat, annoyed. âYou made us take an extra half hour. Youâre not efficient,â she continued.
âItâs hardly my fault, Winter! This was my first job, I donât-â
âI donât know why Karina thought itâd be a good idea to let you help, youâre absolutely shit at it,â she retorted, acidly. âThe only thing youâre good at is being her whore,â she cursed, as a snide closing remark.
You turned to her as she drove. You may be making sacrifices to get information, but Winter had no idea what you were working towards. It was an insult to your pride. Yet, you couldnât think of a retort.
âIâll work harder,â you muttered. âI want to be useful,â
she scoffed, but at least you said youâd try. She still didnât like you, though. âFace it, sweetheart,â she began. âYouâre not cut out for this life,â
When you arrived back to the warehouse, Ningning spotted Winter before you. You were taking some of the bags out, but could still here from the inside.
âKim Minjeong! What took you so long?â She chided.
Winter rolled her eyes with a scoff. âQuiet down, Ning. Karinaâs toy isnât supposed to know our names until she proves herself. And anyway, sheâs nearly useless. Sheâs the reason I took longer,â
you obviously pretended not to hear as you hauled money bags inside.
Two names down. Two to go.
Giselle and Karina were two harder to find out then the other two. You were sure with enough time, Karina would tell you her real name. She seemed on the verge of it, anyway, with how much she wanted to hear it fall from your lips.
Giselle, though.. you had no contact with her. She was always off, managing distribution or making sure people stayed in line. You never saw her around much.
but slowly, you began to become part of the group. You mostly helped on small runs, with either Winter or Ning. Ning didnât really care what name you called her, writing it off as semantics that didnât matter. Winter, of course, took herself very seriously, so you continued to have to address her formally. She was such a pain, but honestly, you didnât mind much.
what you had to focus on now, most of all, was getting Karina to trust you.
that came in the form of another run. Although this time, it went so, so wrong.
You were meant to drop off a shipment near MedellĂn. You didnât think anything would happen, reallyâ the mountains were a bit far out from BogotĂĄ, and it was closer to the border anyway.
You had been given a gun. It was handed to you by Ning a few weeks prior, under the orders of Karina. You knew how to use one, and no one asked why.
the drive there was mostly silent. Winter still wasnât very warm to you, yet, she didnât hate you. You had begun to earn your place, and she respected the effort, if anything.
You drove, and the closer you got to the warehouse, the more dread washed into your bones. âWinter,â you called, under your breath. âI think weâre being watched,â
âWeâve been down this route a million times, y/n. Weâre fine, no one would-â
a gunshot rang out through the silence.
It missed Winter by a centimeter, hitting the windshield. You cursed the fact these jeeps didnât have roofs or side-door windows. Minjeong sped up, of courseâ if she braked theyâd fire again. It was all a blur, from there. You got out of the car, your back against the corrugated metal of the drop off pointâs doors. You stared around you, pointing at an old building. âThere, Winter- itâs a-â
âSnipers,â she finished, eyes wide with panic. âHijueputa! I fucking knew we shouldâve stayed away from MedellĂn-â
âNo fucking time for that, Winter, get down-â
bullets cut through the air. You dragged Winter behind the Jeepâs metal body, looking over it and shooting wherever the bullets rained from.
there was maybe three people, four, even. Winter focused on the right, you focused on the left. You only had a pistol on you, but luckily you had enough rounds. You aimed straight at one manâs headâ it was a straight shot, and you saw the blood spew out from his forehead. It was a mess of blood and bits of brain as far as you could see, his body slumping over the sandbags where he was hiding. They turned red, quickly.
You peeked over the jeep, again, about to shoot the second man on the left whenâ
a sharp pain was felt in your right shoulder. The force of it sent you nearly falling back, but you caught yourself. You looked straight ahead.
the sniper.
You were panicking and filled with adrenalineâ you set the gun on the other man, watching him rise slowly, andâ
straight into the neck, blood rushed out of the wound, and you heard a disgusting gargling noise. Blood, in some areas, was highly pressurizedâ it would shoot out like a fountain.
Winter had managed to shoot the sniper, finally, which was a miracle considering the distance. Right now, you didnât care about the logistics of how, all you knew was that this was a trap. More people were coming. âWinter, we have to go,â you demanded, looking over at her.
She was bleeding from her thigh and side. Fucking hell.
you shoved her into the passenger seat, ignoring the warmth you could feel trickling down your shoulder, the way it hurt to move your arm. You started the car, and drove straight out of there. You drove as fast as you could, making it back in just around two hours and a half. You had tied your jacket around Winterâs leg, and her own around her side, the other girl groaning in pain throughout the ride. âYa, Winter, cĂĄllate!â You spat, stressed and frazzled. âYouâre gonna be fine, youâre gonna be okay-â you continued, clenching your jaw to not scream from the burning in your shoulder.
When you made it back, you stumbled out of the car, glass shards all over the hood, opening the doors. âNing,â you called, knowing sheâd always be near, most likely cleaning some blood after an interrogation or packing some coke. âNing, it was a trap- help, please, Winter got shot,â you continued, calling out desperately. Ning appeared a few seconds after, eyes wide, rushing to the car. She helped Winter inside, laying her on the couch. She had lost a bit of blood, but the bullet hadnât hit a major artery. You knew the bullet shouldnât have hit her heart, either. Ning looked at you, seriously. âGo get Karina. And Giselle,â
you did as told.
you rushed to Karinaâs office, the older woman looking at you with a bored expression, gaze lingering on your shoulder.
She didnât ask any questions, just raised an eyebrow. âIt was a trap,â you replied, panting, ignoring your own bleeding shoulder. âWinter.. she needs- she needs a hospital,â
Karina looked unsurprised. âOh, yes,â she replied, holding your gaze. âHow unfortunate of an event,â
Her words were.. slow. Almost mocking or sarcasticâ you didnât have time to decipher what they meant. She brushed past you, making her way to Winter, calmly
âNing, how bad is it?â She questioned, leaning over the other girlâs body. There was no hint of worry or concern on her face, just curiosity.
âNot fatal, but serious. It didnât hit the femoral artery, but I suspect it either fracture or grazed her femur. For the side wound, I donât think it hit anything major, maybe a rib, but no organs. Even so, she needs medical attention now, Karinaâ speaking of, where is Giselle?â She continued, exasperated and stressed.
âShe should be on her way. She was coming back from a job, already. She should be here soon,â was Karinaâs nonchalant reply.
you decided that she couldnât really be waited on, and Karina was clearly unhelpful.
âDo you guys have an operating table? You know whatâ get me a table. Just get me a table,â you demanded, reaching for some surgical gloves.
They laid Winter on the table, turning on all the lights. You positioned a lamp right over her, and stared at the bullet wounds.
there were only 2. You could do this, you had been taught first aid. This couldnât be that hard.
You began to clean the wounds with running alcohol and cotton balls, trying to wipe away the blood that wouldnât stop, and clean the wounds. You had grabbed a pair of tweezers, planning on just yanking out the bullet yourself when Giselle slammed the doors open, staring at the scene in shock.
âWhat the fuck are you all doing?â She shrieked, rushing over and moving you away. âDo you have any surgical training at all? You could kill her!â She exclaimed.
âWell, you werenât exactly coming very quickly,â you retorted, now insulted. âIâm sure itâs not that hard to remove a bullet, just take it out-â
âAre you an idiot?â She exclaimed, shocked. âGet out of the way, this is why Iâm here. Iâll deal with this,â
she pushed you away, putting on her own pair of blue surgical gloves, and a mask. She moved the lamp to the wound on Winterâs chest, inspecting it. She took hold of the tweezers, cleaning the wound once again with an alcohol wipeâ but there was no time for painkillers. She extracted the bullet carefully, holding Winter down so she wouldnât squirm and hurt herself, followed by her stitching up the wound. It took around twenty minutes for the bullet hole to be stitched up.
she repeated the same process with the second, before cleaning the wounds, again, and beginning to wrap them with gauze. Winter looked pale, and in pain, but she tried to show no sign of it on her face. Once Giselle finished with her, she turned over to you.
âSit,â she instructed, voice flat and providing no room for judgement.
Karina had shrugged, disappearing back to her office, while Ning had left to go help Winter, leaving you alone with Giselle. She removed your shirt, unclipping your bra with practiced ease, and inspecting the wound. It had started to really hurt, now, the adrenaline having worn off.
âDonât you have painkillers?â You asked, petulantly.
âNo,â she muttered back. âYou can handle it. Youâre part of a gang, now, thereâs going to be pain,â she reminded, harshly.
She cleaned the wound with alcohol, a hiss leaving your mouth at the sting. Your breath hitched when the tweezers made their way into the wound on your shoulder, clenching your jaw in pain. Giselle looked at you, coldly. âDonât scream,â were her final words before she removed the bullet, cleanly, in one piece.
you gasped in pain, breathing heavily as the wound began to bleed again. Giselle held your other shoulder, keeping you in place as she sewed it shut, cleaning it again, and wrapping it with gauze. âFuck,â you hissed, wincing at the sting of alcohol.
âStop squirming,â she growled, and it made you sit still, albeit breathing hard and cursing under your breath. She handed you two pillsâ painkillersâ and a glass of water, after the fact.
âDonât take baths, youâll reopen the wound, make sure to shower. Someone will have to help you redress the wound and make sure it doesnât get infected. Karina isnât good with wounds, and Ning will handle Winter. Iâll keep an eye on you myself,â she muttered, and it felt more like a threat than anything.
you took the pills, drinking the water to wash them down.
you glanced over to her.
âWhat are you, a doctor?â You asked, curious albeit a bit sarcastic.
âYes, technically, I am,â she responded back, flatly. âWorked in el campo for my residency, saw the Guerrilla, saw the way people were livingâ got into this business, just as it started. Thatâs all,â she finished, succinctly.
you felt like the story was too practiced. Too simple. You began to suspect that something was off with Giselleâ something most definitely was. The way she was never with the rest of the group, her detachment, her strange accentâ she was suspicious, and it occurred to you that if you could reveal whatever it was, youâd secure yourself a spot in the gang and officially cement your place, as well as weakening the structure and trust of the organization. It was perfect. This was a great chance, an amazing opportunity. You were sure to take it.
That is, of course, if everything went according to plan.
(It never did)
You couldnât shake the feeling that Karina had something to do with this. She seemed so dismissive, so.. unimpressed. What was it? Why was she so cold?
You sat at the edge of Winterâs bed, the other girl listening to your ramblings and theories half-heartedly, dazed. Ning was leaning against the wall, the both of you speaking lowly, so as to not be heard.
âShe was testing you,â Ningning informed, after mulling on it for a bit.
âWhat?â You blinked, the words like a shock to your system. âShe sent one of her menâ along with the newest recruitâ into a trap, with only two pistols against a sniper and three other men, all to test.. no, why would she do that? She wouldnât endanger her own members,â you dismissed, shaking your head.
âShe would,â Ning informed, flatly. âKarinaâs our boss, yes, we respect her. But she didnât get to where she is by playing nice,â she reminded. âKarina will do whatever she has to do to ensure her business, first and foremost. That is what is the most important to her. Plus, the government has been far too close to us, lately,â Ning scoffed, shaking her head with her arms crossed. âSheâs probably become more carefulâ which isnât good if youâre new. Youâre probably in for it,â The dark haired girl guessed, meeting your gaze. âI wouldnât be surprised if we got dragged into it, too. Weâre disposable. Just pawns in this game,â she continued, pushing off the wall and reaching the door, hand resting on the handle. âBut I hope you make it out,â she added. âYouâve been helpful,â was her final compliment, before she exited.
You stared at your hands. You had thoughtâ genuinelyâ that Karina was kind, maybe misunderstood. You really thought you were smarter than her.
you now realized that Karina was extremely intelligent. She didnât care what sacrifices had to be madeâ sheâd protect what was hers, what sheâd built. Worst of all, she might even know you were an informant already, she might just be playing with you.
you had walked right into the lionâs den, without even knowing. All the while, you thought you were one step ahead, that you were in control.
your head fell to your hands, a choked sob leaving your body.
you were going to die here.
Every single one of you was going to die here.
1985, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 6:25 P.M. Location: currently, a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
it had been a week since the incident. Winter had given you her real nameâ Kim Minjeong. Why? She said you had earned it, after saving her life.
Things had been tense, to say the least. Ning was considerably angry with Karina, which the older girl did not like. Giselle had been speaking to Karina more often, yet, she was also out the same amount of time.
Minjeong had told you that there had been talk of working more closely with the guerrilla, and that information worried you. The guerrilla was already enough trouble on its ownâ with the resources from the cartel, itâd be a horrible force for the government.
It was early November, already, and Giselle had seemed beyond tense, pacing whenever you caught a glimpse of her in her room, always thinking to herself, it seemed.
she was changing your bandages, now, a distant look on her face. The movements were practiced, almost like she was working on autopilot.
âHey,â you called. âGiselle,â
âWhat?â She responded, flatly. âWhat is it?â
âWhy do you seem so mad lately?â Was your question. She kept a blank, annoyed look on her face. She continued to clean your wound, but eventually responded. âNothing. Just some negotiations that have been going in circles for days, now. Donât worry about it,â she dismissed, stepping back once she had finished, moving to get some gauze.
âReally?â You hummed. âAnything to do with the guerrilla?â
Giselle stared, clenching her jaw. She began to bandage you, but spoke lowly. âDonât talk about them. You have no idea what theyâre like. You shouldnât know any of this, anyway. Iâm sure Karina wouldnât like that,â she added, dangerously.
After the events that transpired on your last run, you had grown wary of Karina. You tried not to make it obvious, but everyone could tell, and the girl delighted in it. She loved the power and control, of course. Her smile was unsettling.
you quieted, after that comment. Giselle finished bandaging you, stepping away. âStay out of things that donât concern you,â she advised, but took a second to add something on. âDonât worry too much. I donât think sheâll kill you,â Giselle paused, a smile blooming on her face, âYet,â she added, walking out.
Not very comforting in the slightest, but you should figure out what you could while you were here. You sighed, laying back on the bed.
Giselle was definitely lying about somethingâ you just needed to find out what.
The guerrilla had led a siege on el Palacio de Justicia. It lasted two days, with many deaths. You saw the current news on it, even contacted your people in DAS about itâ they had strictly warned you not to unless information was found, but those were your people. They couldâve died.
Giselle watched the news over your shoulder, or listened to it while she fixed your bandages. Minjeong had been getting better, too, her leg much better. Ning watched as well, her arms crossed.
Karina didnât comment on it. Almost like she knew it would happen.
a suspicious amount of money was given to the guerilla by Karina a few weeks prior. You felt a shudder run through you, which Giselle responded to with a bark of âStop squirmingâ.
later, Karina called you into her office.
âY/n,â she smiled, tilting her head. âYou seem.. on edge. May I ask why?â She was being overly formal, and it unsettled you.
âEver since the attack, I keep feeling like itâll happen again,â you began, ramblingâ it wasnât a lie, per se, but it wasnât the whole truth. The fear in your eyes and shakiness of your movement confirmed that, at least, it was partially true. âIm scared, that theyâll come here, and kill us. I donât know what to do,â
Karinaâs smile stayed in place, as she ushered you to sit down on the couch, there. âDonât worry, corazĂłn,â she assured, a hand running through your hair. You began to relaxâ maybe she wasnât so scary, after allâ It was understandable, maybe it wasnât actually a test, maybe-
âAs long as youâre loyal, nothing bad will happen to you,â she continued, hand tightening in your hair. âIf you were to sell us out, then, you understand. I couldnât promise your protection,â her hand strengthening its grip on your hair, speaking into your ear.
âNow, why donât we get your mind off it?â She offered, looking into your eyes with a faux-sweet expression.
you complied, obviously. Despite the fear, there was a part of you that was drawn to her. She was threatening to kill you if you betrayed her, yet, you still kissed her, desperately.
she kissed back, of course, hungrily and heatedly.
Thatâs how most of the both of your talks ended, anyway.
1986, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 12:01 AM Location: una discoteca Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
It was 1986, nowâ had just turned into the new year. You were at a club, celebrating another year alive.
You had no idea where the other three girls went, thoroughly tipsy and entranced with Karina.
Karina was a bad person, you knew this. She was ruthless, and you should be scared of her.
but right now, with her hands on your hips, in the flashing lights of the club, you couldnât quite remember that.
The two of you stumbled into the quieter, back parts of the club where there were rooms. Karina knew this place better than you, anyway.
it was still loud, and you could barely hear anything. She pressed you against the wall, tugging your hair, beginning to suck and bite at your neck.
she was most definitely drunk, you could tell by the flush to her face and how her words were looser than normal.
You knew you shouldâve taken advantage of this, but you couldnât. Your body felt hot, and instead of finding information, like you should have, you fell right back into Karina like a rat to a glue-trap.
you were pathetic.
and you knew it.
1986, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 2:23 AM Location: a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
Karina had called you into her office, except this time, Giselle was there.
You were beyond exhausted, but did not complain.
They were both intimidating. Giselle was staring at you, coldly, arms crossed, while Karina had an amused expression on her face, grinning, head tilted into her hand.
âY/n, I have a job for you,â she called, in a cheery voice.
âIt shouldnât be too hard, but youâll be working with Giselle from now on. Itâll be good for you,â she continued, standing up and walking towards you. âSheâll keep you safeâ wonât you, Gigi?â She asked, almost mockingly, a saccharine expression in her face.
âYouâll have a body by the end of the day. Thatâs all you want her for, anyway,â Giselle retorted, irritated.
âHow great! Come now, y/n, Giselle will explain,â Karina beckoned, quite happy today. Some expansion into the U.S. had gone well, you knew that much, but there was no reason she should be so.. animated.
Karina handed you a semiautomatic pistol, which you stared down at. She then smiled, handing you a small box of bullets. She still kept a smile on her face, remarking, âYou know, these are special. Theyâre hollow point bulletsâ Ningning made them,â
âWhat? She made them?â You knew of hollow-point bullets, they werenât a secret, just uncommon.
âDrill a hole into them, cut an X to make some petals, and there you have itâ well, Iâd ask Ningning, of course, Iâm not a weapons specialist. Itâs quite easy,â
âBut why? They donât-â
âEffectiveness. They leave a bigger exit wound, and leave shrapnel inside the body at times,â Giselle interrupted. âIn other words, pain. Theyâre used to inflict pain,â
Karina smiled, sadistic as ever, as she watched Giselle load some rifles.
âToday, we have a few hits to get done,â Giselle informed. âYouâll be coming with me. You know how to shoot a rifle?â She asked, glancing over at your horrified expression.
âNo, I-â
âWhat about a pistol?â
You nodded.
âPerfect!â Karina exclaimed. âYou can help with the interrogation, then. Giselle, Iâll meet you at the location. Try not to dirty her too much, hm?â Karina advised, slinking away.
âThatâs why sheâs so happy?â You asked, in shock. âBecause-â
âBecause she gets to kill someone? Yeah, thatâs why. Sheâs sick in the head. You knew what you were getting into,â
you stared at Giselle in silence. The other girl was grabbing some sniper-rifle that you had never seen before, and several rounds of ammunition.
she loaded it into the car, and you two began the drive.
you held the pistol in your hands shakily, silent for most of the ride.
once you got to the location, you watched Giselle pray. You had heard of hitmen praying before their job, and you still couldnât understand. They prayed to God to protect them, yet, they were about to take a life.
âWhy are you praying?â You asked, suddenly, acidly. âWeâre about to kill people, God wouldnât-â
âItâs my job,â she interrupted, which was a common occurrence with Giselle. âItâs my job, and Iâm just asking Him to keep me alive until itâs over,â she spat, coolly. âYou donât know what Iâve had to do. But you will, soon. So just shut up, will you?â She got out of the car, slamming the door shut. You scrambled after her, and the both of you hauled the equipment up the boarded-up, run-down building, up several flights of stairs, finally beginning to set it up after a few stories, looking down at a busy road.
âWhy are we killing him?â You murmured your question, watching as Giselle began to adjust the rifle.
âHe owes Karina money, and he wonât pay it. He also stole some of our goods and has been cutting pure cocaine with some other shit, I didnât really care enough to figure out what. His other friend is the one weâll be interrogating. Heâll die no matter what he says,â Giselle shrugged, watching the empty street, the morning finally coming through the sky, although the dark, clouded sky blocked the bright sun.
âHow long will we be here?â
âHowever long it takes,â
It turns out that âhowever long it takesâ meant almost eight hours. You were bored to death, yet still terrified. You were about to kill someone. And you had been here, waiting on edge for it to happen, for almost eight hours. You felt like you were going to burst into tears.
âGiselle, how much longer is this gonna take?â You complained, although a bit shaky.
âTrust me, I donât want to be here either,â she drawled. âBut he should be here, soon. He works near here,â
It took maybe another half hour before he appeared. Giselle saw him before you did, obviouslyâ you didnât even know what he looked likeâ but she didnât immediately shoot. Her eyes stared down at him through the scope, her fingers brushing against the trigger. He was wide open, walking slowly without a car in the world. He stopped for a second, someone crossing in front of himâ
click.
you heard the gun go off before you looked down.
Giselle had shot him perfectly in the side of the head. You couldnât see a lot, obviously, you were pretty high up, but you saw enough.
his body crumpled to the ground, immediately, blood pooling around him. People screamed, cars stopped, and they all were looking around frantically trying to find the shooter. Giselle moved the gun and herself away from the window, to the side where they werenât visible.
âCome on, hurry upâ we gotta go,â she urged.
âHold on, wonât they see us step out of the building? Isnât this a bad idea?â
âThey wonât catch us, thereâs too much chaos going down there. Now come on, letâs go,â
The drive to the warehouse was relatively silent.
Giselle was tense, but that wasnât new. She always was. But she seemed almost.. solemn. Quiet.
you both arrived, stepping out of the car, into the meeting point. Giselle had her own pistol, you also kept yours on hand.
when you entered, there was a man tied there. Giselle tensed when she saw him, but said nothing. You figured it was because of Karina, standing behind him with the same placid, content smile. It was eerie.
âGiselle, Y/n! Youâve made it,â she smiled. âI take it the job went well?â
âIt was all fine,â Giselle replied. âNothing out of the ordinary happened,â
âThatâs great, really, itâs good! Iâm quite happy today, Y/n, because we have a special guest. I know I said he owed me moneyâ in a way he doesâ but this is something far more important. He works with the Americans! Isnât that just amazing?â She continued, happily, waving her gun around in the air as she spoke. âIâm sure weâll get some good information out of him,â
âSo, the both of you, come! Letâs begin,â Karina gestured to the man, in the dim lights.
you figured, wellâ the show must go on.
The man was tied to a chair, that much was obvious. The floor was concrete, and there were boarded up windows and maybe one or two hanging lightbulbs. It was a bit dark.
the walls were steel, corrugated iron, and it gave a prison-like feel. the man was looking around, wildly, straining against his restraints.
âHey,â Karina called, walking closer to him.
âYouâre going to tell me everything there is to know about those Americans, okay? And then Iâll let you go. As long as you donât lie,â she assured, pausing. âNow talk,â she demanded.
âTheyâve noticed the supply into their country. Theyâre working on stopping it. Theyâve already sent a few agents to infiltrate a few different parts of the cartelââ
âWhich ones?â Was her sharp, quick reply.
âMedellĂn, primarily, but theyâve been looking to BogotĂĄ. I donât know much more than that, I donât even know who the agents are, I-â
âNing!â Karina barked, the dark haired girl appearing out of the dark. She held a pistol in her hand, jaw clenched, staring up at Karina.. defiantly, almost. âWonât you be a dear and deal with him, for me?â
Ning glanced to the man. His eyes widened, and he began to thrash. âNo! I donât know anything, I swear, I donât know any agents! I donât know anything!â He pleaded, desperately. Ning looked away, aiming the gun.
You heard a whispered âIâm sorryâ, and she made the shot.
Through the head, perfectly center. Ning placed a hand over her mouth, the smell of blood biting and metallic, letting out a choked sob.
Karina looked over at Ning. âNow, Ning-ie, thereâs a bus waiting for you outside. Youâll take that back to our meeting point, wonât you? So you wonât get caught?â
Ning nodded, wiping her eyes of tears. She went over to Giselle, they exchanged some words, huggedâ she came over to you.
âY/n.. Iâm sorry. Thereâs no way to get you out, now. Be careful, donât.. donât trust anyone, donât- just.. be careful, okay?â she advised, lowly, hugging you, still crying faintly.
âNing, what- I donât understand, whyâre you acting like this?â
âYouâll tell Minjeong Iâll miss her, right? I wanted to say goodbye, properly, but.. I didnât have time. I left a note,â she added, slipping it into your pocket inconspicuously, pulling away from the hug. âGive it to her, for me. You were fun to be around, Iâll miss you too. Donât lose yourself, stay focused. It was nice to know you, y/n,â
âYeah, yeah, Iâll tell her- Iâll give it to her- Ning, why are you acting like this? Whatâs going on?â
Ning smiled, laughing wetly, still crying. âYouâll find out, later. Youâll find out..â
Karina walked Ning out of the warehouse. You and Giselle trailed behind, still a few paces away. The bus was parked right outside, filled with people.
Karina hugged Ning, whispered something to her which made Ning clench her fists and cry harderâ you donât know from what.
Ning got on the bus with a smile, cryingâ though you still didnât know whyâ and waved goodbye.
You looked to Giselle, confused, watching the bus continue on, further down the street, already maybe a mile or two away from you. âWhat was that abou-â
your ears rang. You heard it before it registered.
the bus had exploded.
there was carnage, everywhere. Parts of it had been thrown into different buildings. There were body parts strewn across the street, a crater in the asphalt, fire, along the metalâ cars had been crushed, it was now chaos in the streets. You had almost been pushed back from the force, nicking yourself with the small, sharp pieces of metal. Karina was still standing, her suit dusty and filled with ash.
âKarina, what- what did you do?â you cried, confused and distraught yet again, feeling the tears build in your eyes.
Karina cooed, crouching down over you, thumbing the skin under your eye. âOh, mi amor, donât cry,â she reassured. âNing was working with the Americans. The man in the warehouse knew, and was helping her sneak information along our supply chain! Donât worry, the traitor is gone,â she ran a hand through your now dirty hair, cleaning a cut on your face with her finger. She smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, speaking lowly into your ear.
âIâm tired of these Americans trying to ruin my business. They keep putting themselves where they donât belong. Donât worry, mi cielo, youâll be safe as long as youâre loyal to me, and as long as you listen. I know you will. Because youâre trustworthy, arenât you?â She smiled, looking down at you.
you nodded, dazed. Karina had just killed Ning. Ning was dead. You had to get out of here. You figured hundreds were injured. You had to leave.
Giselle was even farther back, looking at Karina with contempt.
you didnât notice, though. You were too busy watching the flames dance in the street.
1987, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 9:46 P.M Location: a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel
it had been almost a year since the incident.
ever since Ning died, things had been different. Minjeong had been quieter, and angrier. Everything set her off, she came back covered in blood most of the time. You didnât want to ask where sheâd beenâ youâd just sit with her, quietly. Sometimes you heard her cry at night.
Giselle had been even more cagey, always out, defensive, on high-alert constantly.
and Karina.. well, youâd been spending a lot of time with Karina. You knew she was bad, you did, but there was something about her. It was just something about her, something that drew you in, and you hated yourself for it.
like right now. You were in her office, again, as she kissed you hungrily, hands gripping your hips in a bruising grasp.
your mind drifted. You reported back to DAS every so often, but you did inform them that you had to be very careful, that your reports would be sporadic. Truthfully, they didnât event think youâd make it this far, do they were okay with waiting. They seemed to have several informants, anyway.
ây/n,â Karina growled, lowly, sucking and biting harshly at your neck. âYou seem distracted. Focus on me, no? You promised youâd help me..â she murmured, almost a pleading sound to her voice. You werenât stupid, though. Karina didnât beg, she didnât plead. This was mocking. You sucked it up, though.
you tried to focus on her, you did, but everything was beginning to get to you. DAS weighed heavily on your mind, and Minjeongâs grief did, too, and Giselleâs odd behavior, her accent, even the way she dressedâ she didnât seem like she was from here. She didnât seem like sheâd been her a long while.
âY/n,â Karina snapped, annoyed. âFocus, will you? Or maybe youâll end up like that bastard traitor,â she remarked, acidly, far too much emotion for the situation. Karina had been angrier lately, too. It must be the stress of the betrayal. Surely thatâs whyâ it shook her to her core that there was a rat in her ranks. She had gotten paranoid.
the mention of Ning made you emotional, though. You felt tears prick at your eyes.
she looked down, and let out a laugh. âOh, I love when you cry, baby,â she grinned, voice rough. âIt makes you look so good. But not right now.. maybe in a bit. Stop being such a pussy,â she instructed, to which you nodded shakily.
and like that is how your work went, for a bit.
it wasnât until late 1988 everything began to change.
Karina had been busy, lately. A lot of men came to her office, ones you didn't recognize and some you did, vaguely, from other meetings.
Karina had been overtly paranoid about informantsâ It was a miracle she hadn't discovered you, yetâ or maybe she had. Maybe she was just waiting for the right time, playing with you, maybe-
"Y/n!" She called, in a sing-song tone.
You entered her office, quietly.
"I need your help for another job. A big one. If you do this, then it'll officially make you a part of us! Isn't that fantastic, baby?"
Karina had her hands on your hips, the same practiced smile she always wore on her face.
"Yes.. fantastic, it really is," you replied, in a murmur. "But what will I be doing?"
"You know the DAS building, here, in BogotĂĄ? Well, amor, we'll be getting rid of it,"
"rid of it?" You tried to school your expression, but the shock and horror was plainly visible on your face. You felt sick.
"Rid of it. As in, you knowâ the building. I have a few ways to make sure it stays gone for quite a while. Itâll take nearly a year, I predict, but itâll get done. Youâll be going to a few meetings with Giselle and me to make sure you can help. Is that okay, y/n?â She asked, in a faux-concerned tone. You both knew she wasnât asking whether or not youâd do it, you had to. It was a rhetorical question. You would say yes, either way.
âYes. Itâs.. itâs fine,â you murmured.
âGood. Now, you can go. Iâm sure thereâs something for you to do to make yourself useful around here,â
MEETING ONE 1988, MedellĂn, Colombia Local time: 4:52 P.M. Location: a small town up in the mountains; el campo Objective: Find the key members of the cartel.
Driving with Giselle was really not a good time. The songs on the radio were good, though.
the other girl was so frustrated, for some reason.
âGiselle,â you chanced. âI donât mean to pry, but seriouslyâ why are you so.. stressed?â
âWeâre about to blow up Colombiaâs national security headquarters, I think anyone would be stressed,â
You eyed her, not quite convinced.
âYou know, anytime we carry out a job youâre so on edge,â you commented. she whipped her head around, knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel.
âAre you accusing me of something, y/l/n?â
âNo,â you replied, slowly. âNot at all,â
the meeting took place up in the mountains.
the negotiations were mostly handled by Giselle, but she looked nearly ready to scream.
âWeâre paying you what youâve asked, just give us the supply,â she repeated, voice low.
âI think itâs fair to ask for a little more, linda,â
Giselle was seething. Honestly, these men had rifles, machine gunsâ you werenât about to fight them. you took out your pistol.
you pointed it right at the 500kg of dynamite.
âTake the money,â you instructed, eyes wide. You looked crazed, most likely.
they stared at you.
âI said take the FUCKING MONEY! You think I wonât do it? We can add on 130,000 more pesos, but thatâs it.â
They agreed.
Giselle was silent, in the car drive. You stared at your hands.
âYou wouldâve done it,â she murmured.
âI would have,â you agreed, and it came with a sick sense of realization. You would have killed everyone in there, including yourself. You would have done it. Who were you? What had you become?
Giselle laughed, one of the only times you had ever seen her show a positive emotion.
âOh, God,â she snickered. âYou really didnât think when you signed up for this, huh?â She commented. Your eyes widened, but you schooled them back into place.
no, she couldnât mean what you thought. She couldnât.
âCareful, baby,â she hummed. âYou donât wanna become something you canât come back from,â
well, thatâs fucking ominous.
Your next meeting was scheduled in the following weeks. You felt like Giselle was.. watching you. Her gaze never left you, but whenever you looked back, she was always just staring out a window, or at something on the wall. It was unnerving.
The second meeting went smoothly, but ended late. Giselle was driving once again, smoking.
âDo you have another?â You asked, suddenly, glancing at her against the dark backdrop of the night.
âAnother what?â She questioned, looking over at you for only a moment, before focusing on the old, pot-hole filled road again.
âA cigarette. And a light,â you clarified, holding out a hand.
âI have a cigarette,â she confirmed, handing you one. âBut no light. Sorry,â she shrugged, seemingly unbothered.
âOh, fuck off Giselle. Just light it with yours,â
She rolled her eyes. âWhy should I? Donât you have a lighter?â
âI didnât bring my lighter, I didnât think I needed it,â you shot back.
She sighed, annoyed, but complying. She kept one hand on the wheel, barely glancing at the road, lit cigarette half in her mouth, being held in place by her hand. You kept your own firmly between your lips, not wanting it to fall.
she pressed the lit end to your own, eyes dark, and you couldnât help but stare into them.
the end finally caught a spark, lighting up, and you both stared for a second more before breaking away.
You took a long drag, averting your eyes from her gaze, glad the dark of the night would hide your blush.
âThanks,â you muttered, gazing out into the fields.
âDonât mention it,â
MEETING THREE 1988, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 2:31 A.M. Location: Karinaâs office Objective: Find the key members of the cartel.
It happened so very late, and you struggled to stay awake. You felt your eyes closing, but Giselle would push you, and youâd spring back up.
Karina was arguing with a man about the price of the job. She was aggravated, he wasnât taking the accepted offer.
The meeting had started off very casualâ she even offered him some of their supply. You didnât take any, neither did Giselle, but Karina and the man each did a line, snorting it off the table.
You watched the cross that hung from her neck dangle along the table, occasionally tapping the wood. The other man wore one as well, as did Giselle, as did youâ you felt just a bit guilty about it. Hopefully, Heâd forgive you for your wrongdoings. Hitmen prayed to God and so did drug lordsâ as did nuns, priests, politiciansâ all prayed, all believed. At least, most did. They claimed so.
You were shaken from your thoughts by a loud crash. Karina had pushed the man against the wall, yelling, nowâ âÂĄMe estĂĄs sacando la piedra!â
Giselle never said anything like that. Come to think of it, she cursed under her breath, you werenât even sure what language it was. you shouldnât be thinking of Giselle, though, not when this man seemed like he would die. That shook you out of your stationary position.
you jumped up, rushing towards her. âKarina! Karina, let him go!â You demanded, trying to pull her off. Giselle followed suit, prying her off him. Karina was panting, she looked crazed. Blood trickled out of her nose, and you wondered how much of her supply she was doing.
âYou donât understand,â she growled, clutching her desk. âJust take the money,â she began, again, and the man finally nodded. She practically threw the money at him, watching as he scrambled out. She let out a frustrated sound, slamming her hands on the desk.
âGiselle, get out. Y/n. Stay,â she demanded, not turning around.
Giselle hesitated, for a moment, it was barely noticeable.
but she left.
Karina turned to you, and like so many times beforeâ you were truly, deeply scared. And yet..
you fell right back into her, letting her kiss you, use you, until she was fine again.
1989, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 3:13 A.M. Location: An old, unused road in the mountainside Objective: Find the key members of the cartel.
The meetings happened in quick succession. They took place all throughout the rest of 1988, and into early 1989. It wasnât until September that things really began to change.
Minjeong was always out. She avoided Karina, and only spoke with Giselle sparsely.
You and Giselle were in the car, currently. The final meeting had just occurred, and the both of you had gotten tired of driving.
you were both just sitting there, with the car off. Giselle spoke, suddenly.
âHow do you do it?â She questioned. âHow do you put up with her?â
âWhat? What are you talking about?â
âKarina. I just.. sometimes, sheâs too much. Especially lately. Sheâs paranoid,â
âI donât know, I just-â you couldnât say it was because it was your job. You couldnât say it was because a part of you wanted her. You werenât sure how to even reply to that. âI just do,â
Giselle seemed like she wanted to say something, but she closed her mouth. It was silent till she spoke again. âI donât understand you. I mean, youâre like me, but.. youâre just so.. differentâ naive,â
âI am not naive!â You protested, even though you knew very well you were.
âYes you are! I know youâre- I-â she wasnât being very coherent, aggravated, fingers flexing like she was antsy.
âIâm what? What am I? Just spit it out, Giselle! Iâm tired of-â
She cut you off, kissing you. You were surprised, for a moment, but quickly reciprocated. Her fingers curled in your hair, pulling you closer. You braced yourself on the dash, trying not to touch the wheel or anything else that could move the car.
âYouâre so fucking infuriating,â Giselle muttered, pulling you into the backseat with her. âYou just have no idea whatâs going on, do you?â
You panted, now slightly confused. âWhat?â
âNevermind,â she groaned, pulling you closer once again.
She pulled you onto her lap, and you snaked your hands into her hair, tugging at it, blunt nails scratching at her scalp.
You didnât really feel bad about it, is what youâd realize later, when you were driving back in silence.
You kind of wanted her to do it again.
You and Giselle didnât talk about anything that had happened. Partly because you didnât want to, and partly because you feared what Karina would do if she found out. The weeks leading up to what you found to be a tragedy were tense. Minjeong was out more often than not, as was Giselle. You couldnât warn anyone, because Karina had such a close eye on you, lately. She just wouldnât leave you alone.
December came quicker than you would wish.
It was night when you heard Minjeong speaking to Karina.
âJimin, you canât do this,â she murmured, lowly, voice laced with an unseen anger.
âWhy are you so tense, Minjeong? I thought you always agreed with me..â she sighed, and you could hear her walking through the thin walls.
âI canât let you kill so many people, itâs just- itâs insane! Youâre being irrationalâ youâve snorted half of your own fucking supply!â
âShut the fuck up,â Karinaâ Jimin, youâve learnedâ spat, and the unmistakable sound of a slap resounded through the warehouse, Karina breathing hard. You heard a struggle, and panting. âIâll kill you, Minjeong, donât think I wonât. Iâve kept you around out of pityâ and of course, youâve always been so obedient. Why are you so hellbent on rebelling now?â She whined, in a mocking manner.
âYou killed Ningningâ how am I supposed to be loyal to someone who kills her own men?â Minjeong replied, voice breathy, as if she couldnât breathe.
There was silence.
âYouâll learn. Now, leave here. If you argue against me again, Iâll feed you to the wolves,â Jimin growled, and the sound of Minjeong hitting the floor was heard all throughout the warehouse. âGet out of my sight,â
1989, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 11:13 A.M. Location: a safehouse for the cartel Objective: Find the key members of the cartel.
Karina was, and always will be, a mystery.
you had found out now that Karinaâs name was Yu Jimin. You had asked Minjeong, shortly after what happened. You went to sleep, and awoke to the sound of the radio, blaring.
âEl edificio del Departamento Administrativo de Seguridad ha sido bombardeado.â
you woke up with a start. You knew itâd happen. But there was a sense of true hatred, in that moment.
you walked out of your room.
you walked into Karinaâs office.
âYu Jimin,â
she whipped around, smile morphing into a frown in seconds.
âHow do you know that name?â
âMinjeong,â
She saw the gun in your hand.
âOh, wonât you put that down?â
You stared at her.
She smiled, then.
âYou know, I knew you worked for them,â she began, nonchalantly.
âWhat?â
all that work, all that secrecyâ it meant nothing, in the end? She knew, she always knew?
âI saw you searching for our names. You were just so.. you seemed like youâd work for the government. And then I found that little phone you had! Itâs been disconnected for years. They havenât received a single message,â
You stared, still, dumbfounded. Suddenly, this made it all the worse. She did this, forced you to helpâ knowing? You raised the pistol.
âGiselle,â Karina called, and the other girl appeared a few seconds later. She stared at the scene in front of her, looking between the two of you.
âGet rid of her for me, will you?â Karina dismissed, shrugging off the threat.
Giselle slowly took out her own gun. She pointed it at you, and yetâ
âYu Jimin, youâre under arrest for drug trafficking, terrorism, murder, smuggling, and-â
âWhat? What are you talking about?â Her eyes widened, as she shot up to her feet, gripping at her desk.
âMy name is Aeri Uchinaga. I work for the FBI-â
âIt was you!â She shrieked, nearly mad. âYou were the mole? But you- youâve killed in my name! Wonât you be implicit?â
âIâll be pardoned by the state, most likely,â she informed.
it all made sense now. The strange accent, the tray she was so tense, constantlyâ you were a bit proud of yourself for noticing all the off things about her, but now was not the time.
you stared at Karina. You wanted to shoot her.
âShe could leave,â you pointed out.
Giselle glanced over at you. âShe could,â
you aimed at her leg. Just a bit off from the major artery in the thigh.
a click.
The aftermath was severe. The building was destroyed, most of your department had dissolved. Minjeong was working with the police, you had found outâ although you hadnât heard from her since the arresting.
you werenât sure what to do, anymore. You had dedicated so much to thisâ and it was all for nothing. Essentially, you had failed.
You were currently living with Aeri, actually. You were a valuable witnessâ you had seen and done things that would hopefully be able to incriminate Karina, more than all the other records there was of her actions.
Aeri wasnât as mean as she had been. She was actually quite quietâ but not mean. You two spoke about it. A lot had happened, and you both lived through it. You could relate to each other.
it would take time, though.
1993, BogotĂĄ, Colombia Local time: 11:13 A.M. Location: Washington, D.C. Objective: . . .
It had been 4 years since Yu Jimin had been arrested. She was facing many, many chargesâ although you tried not to keep up with the news. There was to much going on.
currently, you were with Aeri. You and Aeri had gotten much closer in the following yearsâ how could you not? You spent almost every waking moment together.
Aeri had some work to do, so you were waiting. It was quite simple, really.
You had been offered a position, hereâ in D.C. Youâd work on other jobs, similar to this, but far more investigative. It sounded.. good. Youâd like to help people, thats alwayâs something youâve wanted.
You were shaken out of your thoughts by Aeri.
âHey,â she called, to get your attention. âLetâs go, theyâve got some questions to ask you before you can get hired. You know how government jobs are,â she shrugged, leading you down a winding hallway.
âYeah,â you replied, your hand in hers. âThey kind of suck,â
âThey do,â she agreed, with a sigh. âThey kind of do,â
A/N: I HATE HOW THIS CAME OUT đđ it took me so long but itâs done. I kind of just wanted to get it over with. I donât have much to say, honestly I might delete this. I had a good idea for it but just couldnât find the words to execute it. sorry </3 expect a better work soon. Iâm hoping to finish up some less heavy ideas before returning to my cold war AU. In any case, asks are appreciated, and Iâm open to requests! thank you for reading this mess </3 also aeri being endgame is payback for you (aettudae) making her married to a man in honeycomb. that should be ME.
EXTRA: when you read âmi amorâ keep in mind Iâm imagining to pronounced like one word, so more like âmia-morâ. âmiaâ kind of sounds like âmyaâ. this will make sense to spanish speakers.
#carpmasterlist#carps works#aespa x fem reader#aespa x reader#karina x reader#yu jimin x reader#aespa imagines#gg x reader#girl group imagines#giselle x reader#giselle x fem reader#aeri x reader#aeri uchinaga x reader
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I really don't care for the "true alpha" thing, and there are plenty of other people's posts about why, but I can't stop thinking about what it does to Scott and his character.
like, seasons one and two he's constantly fighting for NO ONE to be murdered, because he believes that you can't justify it and it's wrong. fair enough. this insistence places him at odds with people he might otherwise get along with, solidifying him as an underdog. even his alliance with Derek is tenuous, as Derek sees murder as necessary to keep people safe and Scott doesn't. but BECAUSE he's an underdog he has to work with the people around him and convince them why they shouldn't kill, he isn't powerful enough to stand on his own.
but in the later seasons.... he doesn't have that??
as the true alpha, his power hinges on him not killing people. while it would be unreasonable to say that his former stance is completely GONE, pessimistic fans (like me, hello hi how's your day) can make the case that he doesn't kill because he would be less powerful if he did, at least in part. it COMPLETELY cuts the teeth off his moral argument, which sucks because the show still has at least twelve more moral arguments left.
hes also completely LOST the underdog angle. he and Derek are finally chill, thankfully, but he's suddenly the most powerful cool guy in the area, the first of his kind in years, with super special powers just for him. about a season before he lost a fight with a guy who had been a werewolf for all of two seconds. and you know how before he had to convince other people to join his side and work with his plan? yeah no now he can just yell at them and they'll do whatever he says, magic rules.
No matter how you feel about season one and two Scott, it's undeniable that he is fighting an uphill battle that just kind of plateaus as of Season Three. and I love season three, but I feel like, if it did happen, it should have been closer to the end of the show
(And for all the talk about the McCall pack being weird and unconventional, they still fall in that same power structure that EVERY PACK EVER falls into. I think it would be more interesting if they didn't and their pack is even MORE of a mess to werewolves. take, for instance, the underlying subplot of seasons 1-3 that Beacon Hills doesn't have an alpha (at least a good one sorry Derek) and is there for ripe for the taking. a big reason that Derek wanted Scott in his pack was that he didn't want to be seen as weak or targeted by hunters, even other werewolves. they don't get along but they HAVE TO or else they straight up DIE. But then in 3A they suddenly have an alpha (at least a good one sorry AGAIN Derek) and that plotline is dropped. they're still being hunted, but that anxiety about being a good enough pack is gone. which is weird, right? wouldn't you want to increase that tension?
imagine if they didn't actually HAVE an alpha. They still consider each other pack, but that's not good enough for anyone but them. especially at the start of season four? no alpha, their former alpha has gone MISSING, they haven't told anyone, they have to go get him but every second any of them is away the more their town is in danger, and oh FUCK our former alpha is a TEENAGER NOW?? AND NOW HES BASICALLY NOT WVEN A WEREWOLF??? not only having to deal with the mercenaries and Kate but also other werewolves trying to nudge into their territory?)
#scott mccall#teen wolf#i want to like scott. and i do! I just think that the true alpha thing is OBJECTIVELY a bad choice for his character#stiles stilinski#derek hale#sterek#mieczyslaw stiles stilinski#mccall pack#anti scott mccall i guess#true alpha nonsense
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Arcane Brain Dump 1/? | Jinx & Caitlyn
There were a lot of things I wanted to see in the finale that I didn't get, which wasn't surprising knowing there wasn't much time. But one thing that I really wanted and didn't actually expect to get was a 1 on 1 conversation with Jinx and Caitlyn. I was so excited when it was happening, because I felt like it was necessary for both characters to talk with each other, especially after episode 6 when they're suddenly fighting on the same side, and where they COULD have become family if it hadn't all gone to shit.
Before the season started I didn't think there was any hope for Jinx and Caitlyn to actually reconcile. Like, I thought at best Cait might stop hunting her for Vi's sake, but would still hate her. But then Isha came along and Jinx changed so much, and Caitlyn was isolated and depressed and tired, and I thought "hmm maybe they can get past the feud?" Unfortunately I guess we'll never know for sure, but I really do think that conversation was step 1 for them getting along. It was so interesting to see because you can see that Caitlyn is still in pain about her loss, but it's also been enough time since then, and so much has happened that the rage she was feeling in the beginning of the season has fizzled out. Which is relatable. It's exhausting to keep up that kind of hatred for someone, especially if they change in the way that Jinx did. The Jinx in that cell in front of Caitlyn was a completely different person than the one who kidnapped her out of the shower and killed her mother. I think that seeing Jinx with Isha and Vi and Vander also showed Caitlyn how much had changed. Because even from her first meeting with Jinx, there was tension between her and Vi. Jinx held a gun up to Vi's face in that first meeting, and was instantly aggressive towards Caitlyn. But in that tent with the whole family, Jinx didn't even care that Caitlyn was there. If anything she seemed kind of smug, because Caitlyn still thinks of her as an enemy but Jinx just saved her life. It's almost like a game, like what can Caitlyn do now? She lost some of her argument about Jinx being evil. Also, in that moment she can't do anything even if she wanted to. I saw a lot of people talking about how it didn't make sense that Caitlyn was suddenly fine with Jinx and didn't try to kill her. Which is silly because first of all, Caitlyn didn't have her weapon, she left it in the tent with Vi and Vi hadn't returned yet. So she couldn't really do anything. Also they just watched Beast Vander throw this huge man out the side of the building to protect his daughter, so if Caitlyn tries to hurt Jinx in any way she's absolutely gonna get torn to pieces. And then immediately after that everything starts to go to shit, and Vi is there, and they have other things to worry about in that moment. Especially once Ambessa starts attacking. It's a shame that we didn't also get to see the immediate aftermath of the battle with Cait, Jinx, and Jayce rushing Vi to safety. I mean idk how far Piltover is from the fissure, but it's not a fast journey lol. The three of them together must have been interesting, especially since Caitlyn hasn't seen Jayce in however many months it's been since before the time skip. Another thing I was sad to not see actually, was Cait and Jayce's reunion and Cait being like "wtf happened to you? where have you been?!" Alas...
Anyway, I'm glad they gave us that prison scene with the two of them. They just came out and addressed their issue, realized how different things were, and both kind of chose to move on. I mean Jinx is devastated and suicidal, she's completely given up, and also she's still the good person that Isha helped her become. Jinx has no reason to hate Caitlyn. The only thing Caitlyn's done to Jinx is hunt her after Jinx murdered her mother. And because Jinx wants to die, she tells Caitlyn to just do it. Except Caitlyn's changed too. She's tired of fighting, and the kid in front of her (cause Jinx is a kid...) looks as sad and tired as she feels. Even more so. It wasn't a long conversation, but I think it was just what they needed to hear from each other, and what the audience needed to hear. Caitlyn admits that her hatred for Jinx changed her in ways that made her hate herself, and she didn't want to be like that anymore. And then Jinx comes pretty much as close as she's gonna get to apologizing to Caitlyn for killing her mom. She doesn't say the words "I'm sorry," but when she says "I didn't know your mom was there" it kind of does feel like an apology. Or at the very least, I think it's Jinx telling Caitlyn that it wasn't personal. She wasn't trying to hurt Caitlyn specifically, she was trying to hurt the system that had oppressed and neglected her home for so long. And in that moment, she was too filled with grief over Silco to hold back.
So I think that conversation really brings some closure to both of them. They kind of get past their feud and just move on. There are so many other things to worry about now, and so many bad things have happened. And in the process of rushing Vi back to Piltover, I imagine it helped each of them see how much the other loves Vi. And I think that loving Vi is part of the motivation to put it behind them. Vi would never forgive Jinx if she killed Caitlyn, or hurt her. And now, despite what Vi told Cait before their first fight, I think Cait knows Vi would never forgive her if she hurt or killed Jinx. They both do what they do in the end of that episode FOR Vi. Jinx runs and locks Vi in the cage so Vi can't follow her, and she tells Vi that she deserves to be happy without feeling guilty, and specifically tells Vi she deserves to be with Cait. I mean that's a HUGE deal. Especially since Vi wasn't present for the journey back from the fissures, so she didn't actually see Cait and Jinx working together. In her mind they're still at square 1 for the most part.
And then Caitlyn goes and calls the guards away so that Vi can free Jinx, knowing she'll do so. I've seen a lot of people confused about Cait's line "did you really think I needed all of the enforcers at the Hexgates?" which is fair because I was also confused at first lol. But what Caitlyn is telling Vi, is that she knew VI would come to free her sister, so she did what she could to clear the way for Vi to be able to do that. She's basically telling Vi in that moment that she's moved past her anger enough to let Jinx go, and to stop hunting her. It's such a freeing moment for Vi, because the two people she loves the most, who were furiously trying to kill each other before, have finally made peace. It takes a huge weight off of Vi's shoulders, no longer having to be stuck between two people she loves who hate each other. And Jinx has just told her "go get your girl" and now Caitlyn is standing there smugly telling her that she basically let Jinx go. That's why Vi reacts the way she does, it's such a relief to be past that conflict and have permission from both of them to be happy.
Anyway, I thought it was a great moment, and even though it wasn't a long conversation between Cait and Jinx, I think it's exactly what they both needed. It was the closure they needed to move on. If Jinx had stayed around, they still would have had more work to do surely before they actually got along well, but it was suddenly possible after that talk. And I hope that in the continuation of this story that they finally get there someday. Because based on the ending I really don't think Jinx is dead. And Caitlyn is holding Jinx's monkey bomb in her hand, contemplating and looking up the Hexgate plans. She has to be looking to see if there was any way Jinx could have escaped, probably because Vi is devastated and she wants to help take that hurt away. Imagine if Cait could bring Vi her sister back? Or at least if she could let Vi know for sure that she wasn't dead. That would be huge. What a difference between the way these three started, and where they ended.
#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane s2#caitlyn kiramman#jinx arcane#jinx#vi#vi arcane#caitlyn & jinx#caitvi#jinx is alive#caitlyn is healing#my thoughts#rambles
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New gravity falls Fic and Au idea - âRewind the Timelineâ
Start note: First of all, I must be stopped. Iâve made too many designs for Bill and story ideas. TOO MANY!!! If I am found to be unoriginal with this one, then I guess the world does work as Plato had thought it to be. This Alternate Universe plot will be a sort of Frankensteinâs monster of pre-existant ideas, put in a blender to produce a sort of terrible yet interesting mix.
With further ado, about the plot:
Au name: Rewind the timeline
Summary: After sojourning at the Theraprism, Bill is sentenced to reincarnation as a humanoid creature with an enormous lifespan. However, his âa different place, a different timeâ part of the deal was upheld seriously. Therefore, instead of being sent to Gravity falls in the future, Bill gets yeeted (isekaiâd?) into the wilderness of post-colonial America that has barely gained independence 20-ish years prior. Naked, without powers, and under the form of a naive child with unnaturally bright yellow eyes with slanted pupils. He must now survive by his own means, living âon and offâ with the human society through decades until he meets the Pines.
key elements:
+ Bill takes up various identities, becoming a professional liar
+ Bill doesnât age as normal humans do, therefore he stays young-looking for long periods of time. And it obviously freaks people out.
+Heâs a âcuckoo babyâ -> infiltrates families for the sake of survival. +Since he had his memories intact, he effortlessly excels at studies and would be considered a genius for his time, but doesnât want to attract attention, so instead he acts like an irritatingly uncooperative student who gets into arguments with his professors.
+Experiences human vices of all sorts (indulges into drugs and alcohol) and commits a shitload of murders throughout centuries.
+Meets Stanford and Fiddleford in college and becomes their 3rd roomie.
+Bill helps to bring Stanley back and make him and Ford reconnect, then becomes Fordâs âCollege sweetheartâ.
+Fiddleford grows to instinctively dislike Bill after finding evidence that he may not be what he claims.
+Fiddleford found old newspapers articles, old photographs and books with Billâs faces in them while doing a research project in college, he got unseasy and told Ford about his findings, but that caused them to have an argument and they âbroke-upâ a while after they started working on the portal for Bill.
+Later, Bill still convinces Ford to make the portal, but -> Ford gets sucked in during the testing part when Stan is present.
+Bill feels remorseful but powerless so he goes into hiding, up until Dipper and Mabel arrive in town.
+Weirdmaggedon has very slim chances of happening/will happen much differently than expected
Billâs human design for the story (a prototype):
End note: Let me know what you guys think! This would be a crazy short fic for me to write once I get the time, but whatâs even crazier is that I made the whole plot (plus some designs) all within to two hours. đł
#gravity falls au#gravity falls#bill cipher#stanford pines#stanley pines#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#human bill design#human bill au#Placeholder AU name : RewindTheTimeline#bill x ford#fanfic writing#Inspired from listening to American murder ballads#I donât know if Bill would be better or worse as a human in this particular situation#Heâll probably be worse than he was before reincarnation ngl#This fic idea is the polar opposite of my previous one#RewindTheTimeline AU
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Recently read All New Wolverine #6 and found out Gabby has kids.
And she named them Logan and Wade.
Our boys' legacy will live on forever. She admits that they are huge handfuls and Laura bassically says "what did you expect?"
And I can't stop thinking about how from the day Wade met Gabs, They were quote "Best friends" end quote.
Like this girl is somehow this mans daughter. "Oh because adoption?" Literally no. And this can be taken as "Wade acts childish" OR Iykyk-
Gabby is exactly how Logan would have behaved minus the truama and if he was raised/ accepted with the knowledge of his claws.
Our boy Logan fits with Wade so much because they are so similar it is unreal. So to see Wade so quick to help Gabby and support her through the craziest of ideas (COUGH "dont tell your sister" COUGH) Not because hes "her friend" but because he knows that Logan is stubborn ASF and if someone dosn't go with this little murder munchkin- someones gonna get hurt. And he'll be damned if its her.
This is actually so beautiful too because while they both can heal, you have "Im in pain 24/7 so this is nothing to me." and "I CAN'T feel pain so I need someone to make sure I dont push myself too far"
Everyone says how Laura is copy and paste of Logan (no duh, they were both extremely abused, experimented on, and were raised to be tough) but no one talks about how Gabby literally has Wade's batshit crazy smile. How Wade HANDS her matches and sits to watch the fire with her. How Wade doesn't tattle on her because he wants her to trust him, and he knows he won't let anything happen to her. How Wade GIVES her chloroform(!??) And tells her it would be irresponsible to NOT give her something to knock someone out if she feels introuble?
Logan can have Laura. He can argue with her all he wants. Wade and Gabs are gonna go play paintball and then get ice cream. WITH sprinkles.
This being said, I think Laura struggles to connect with Wade the same way Gabby does. I think Gabby doesn't struggle to connect with Logan, though, because of how instictivly paternal he is and the fact that he can see tiny innocent James inside Gabrielle.
They are all so over protective of Gabby and it makes me feel sorry for when she gets a boyfriend.... can you imagine trying to have a study date with a girl when both her father AND her sister is the fucking Wolverine? And on top of that her other papa is a phycopathic maniac that will infact throw you off a 10 story building if you make his little girl cry, scrape you off the concrete and throw you in a blender, bake you into a pie, and feed you to your parents...
IM SORRY SHE NAMES THEM WADE AND LOGAN!? THATS SO FUCKING ADORABLE!? MY HEART CANT TAKE IT! Also, no idea if they are in the comic or if it shows how they act, but headcannoning that Logan is the batshit crazy one this time and Wade is the more chilled one, purely because that is really funny in my head?
And Wade is like- so good with kids? Noone ever mentions it, but he really is. Yeah, okay, in his own insane Wade Way (that should be a trademark), but Deadpool 2 is literally him helping a kid because he sees this traumatised abused boy that he NEEDS to help. Someone no one else wants to give a chance, and here Wade is, literally taking him under his wing and protecting him every second.
I've seen some of the panels with him and Gabby (I need to actually read the comics but jesus, there are so many?), and he is so so adorable. The fact he just instantly (similar to Russel in the movie, not exactly the same obviously, but ya know) decides "this is my kid now. I will protect them with everything I can. No one will ever hurt them again." is just- so heartwarming and people don't appreciate it enough!!
I think the girls would definitely struggle to connect to Wade alot because I feel like Wade is ALWAYS the funny, happy dad? He wouldn't want his girls to see him hurt or upset or anything else, so he's always making jokes and bring dramatic, while Logan is the more serious one who you can talk to about anything.
Also, Wade being the overly supportive dad is so fitting. He's stood there filming Gabby just doing something EXTREMELY illegal like "you're doing great sweetie!" and after he is getting her any snack she wants to treat her for doing a good job.
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@ceruleancattail Cater Serial Killer Au. This is revenge, I hope it's not too much. Really hope so, I'm sorry if it's too much!
Tw: Yandere, Blood / gore, Knife, Murder / Death, Cater, suggestive, Cater again.
Had to do it here because can't hide [ keep reading ] sending asks, so well. I'm bad at writing, ignore the errors IT WAS GOOGLE TRANSLATOR.
Dangerous animals must be caged. Unfortunately for you a cage is a prison and at other times, a fortress. Cater knows that too well.
With that conscience stained red, try to constantly ignore the reality that your eyes manage to appreciate: Nothing motivates and puts Cater in a good mood, than playing with his prey. Not even animals, no matter how wild they are with that level of cruelty.
Every time someone died by your hands, that despicable⌠boyfriend⌠made fun of his prey. Not at all chosen at random, that was YOUR style. Absolutely all of Cater's victims are his acquaintances from some point. And if there is something that this cunning fox loves, it is when people beg for mercy. Using the word "sadistic" is absolutely foolish now. Who deserves Cater's mercy and who doesn't? Did you think he would be different with you?
-What are you thinking? Cater asked at the very moment he took your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours and starting to kiss your wrist.
-⌠nothing.
Your eyes were lost on the body in front of you, a girlfriend? She is⌠was absolutely gorgeous. Her wide and beautiful dress, very fashionable. So beautiful that even stained with carmin and destroyed stomach by your knife, looked good. Her soft, blonde hair was well combed. Perfect makeup, so perfect that it wasn't noticeable. Unfortunately, your sad victim died by drowning, happens when you stab in the lung, that's why her lipgloss were stained with blood and saliva. Cater, Cater⌠this is definitely your "type". Natural beauties, redundancy, are in fashion today.
-She was a horrible person anyway.
-âŚa horrible person?
Cater is a guy with tender habits, he always repeats the same thing after you murder someone. Your voice broke off when he began to kiss your neck and anticipating your movements, brought you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. With a giggle and a mischievous look from those green eyes, the kisses began to go down your neck, reaching your collarbone. Each kiss are more tender and sweet than the last, addictive. Your legs trembled and you succumbed to his arms with each sigh. That gingerhead is annoyingly good at this.
-Hehe~. What will be the limit today? ~mmhh???
His hand on your hip began to slowly rise towards your waist, lifting your shirt a little along the way. Didn't stop there, he continued to rise through the skin, looking for-
SLAP!
There it was, the limit. You stopped Cater with a slap of such magnitude that his mouth began to bleed. After a motionless moment and a painful gasp, he watched you intently with his eyes wide open.
-Did the same to her too?
-Everyone. But she and the others was boring. They were an accessory. He wiped his mouth by lifting his shirt. Don't let him distract you. Don't lose that esmerald eyes.
-...Jealous?. He took your hands and holding them firmly, cornered you against the wall.
-I'm sorry~~ but you started it. It hurt me a lot. Just two last kiss, kay?~⥠He kissed ternderly your cheek, but quickly lowered your sleeve and bit your shoulder. A choked gasp escaped from your lips. Cater watched your every move closely, smiling. He licked that wound slowly, until, sank his finger into it. This time you couldn't contain your tears.
Cater hated cages. For animals, no matter how wild they are, should be free. Condemn you to be in one just like himâŚ
Forcing you to take a false step, look for each of your limits, observe your movements, he is addicted to it. And when he finds it: giving you a light punishment, leaving marks on you. For stubborn and arrogant being, you gave him an excuse to stop being that tender and boring boyfriend that everyone wants. No one could resist him, and when you contrasted with that, drove him totally crazy and obsessive. One day you'll beg him to continue, right? ~~⥠Incredibly, he stops every one of his impulses with you, keep that in mind.
You'll have to be brave, who knows if you'll suffer the same fate as the corpse scattered on the floor, guts outside, if you ask him. Unfortunately, Cater lacked that tenderness with you in the end. Will it be okay if it hurts just a little? You'll continue breathing for him despite this, right?.
My victim?
#cater diamond#tw death#tw blood#tw yandere#suggestive#tw murder#tw gore#twst cater#DRAWING BUT GIVE ME A SEC#what part draw.... mmhh mmhhh(?)#prepared for yandere cringe?
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thinking so much about horror and dust,,, gosh these SILLY goobers theyre so EYDAGHGGG!!!!! compliments to eachother,,,,,
i need them to make puns about topics that absolutely nobody should be laughing about and then DIE cackling because no waaay the punchline was a human's execution :333 (phantom papyrus is shaking his head in dismay)
need them to share stories about shitty experiences with humans and for horror to be impressed by dust's ability to keep coming up with new ways to kill his human and then for dust to also be impressed by horror's ability to handle with all different types of humans!!!
they make eachother food but dust poisoned horror's food and horror added rusted nails to his so theyre just like no you first you really should eat first i wouldn't wanna be rude no but i INSIST! they both know. it's a fun little game isnt it??? horror gets a bit scared of having to eat the food when dust's eyes turn red and cyan but it's okay because then he can just shove the shitty eggs he made into those eyes because theres literal NAILS cooked into it
sometimes they fight because thats normal and dust is annoyed at horror for hating undyne because she's a good person who just wanted to help others and horror's getting pissed because DIDN'T YOU LITERALLY KILL HER DONT YOU JUST VIEW HER AS EXP WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HER!!! and they bicker back and forth and dust is really starting to wonder why he even empathizes with horror atp.... but its ok after a little quarrel they simmer down and move on. they dont change opinions at all the fight was for nothing
but then there's also times when they just wanna confide in each other because likeeeee theyre both shitty people who fucked up their undergrounds by their own accords and miss how peaceful life was back then. dust tells horror stories of life back before the human came because horror doesn't really remember it that well anymore and horror speaks to phantom papyrus through dust so he can pretend that this is just a conversation between sans and papyrus and everything's okay for just a moment. they both linger onto their memories of how things were before everything went to shit even though horror can barely remember and dust hates his previous self back then,,,,,
dust thinks horror's sooo much better than him for not literally mass murdering everyone but then goes around and stink eyes him for forcing his snowdin to eat humans and then leave the rest of the underground to starve. WHY DIDN'T YOU DO BETTER HORROR WHY DIDN'T HELP EVERYONE ELSE. horror scoffs because even though he kinda lowkey gets dust's philosophy of saving everyone and stopping the human through gaining LV he still killed everyone??? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO THEM YOU IDIOT SHOULD'VE JUST FOUND ANOTHER WAY OR LET IT HAPPEN!!! the way they understand eachother on paper but then in reality despise what the other did,,,,,
ok SO WHAT if they encourage eachother's delusions. SO WHAT if they pretend the past never went away so WHAAAAT!!! it doesn't matter at least they found someone who can match their freak,,,,,, dust and horror peak duo PEAK DUO DARE I SAY OK
#i held a gun to my head to prevent myself from typing horrordust in this#this isnt HORRORDUST as in like. idk HORRORDUST horrordust. likeeeee#this could be romantic this could be platonic this could even just be them hating on eachother. whatever the fuck they got going on???? idk#i saw calvateyla say on twitter that since dust remembers his humans number#he'd spam them with posts on the undernet basically bragging to their face#and i was like OH SHIIIIT YOU PETTY ASS BITCH!!!! it reminds me of horror's hint system and psychological quips#GOD these 2 have so much potential outside of just the usual dust bunny and bear horror dynamic#guys please guys please. horrordust is peak guys please PLEASE EXPERIMENT WITH THEM#i really like the first little thing about the pun. i can imagine my designs of dust and horror laughing it up because of that#AND THEN HER HEAD GOT CUT OFF! cue horror dying and dust wheezing and then he chokes on sone dust and phantom papyrus is just like smh#and this is all just by horror's sentry station and its damp and dreary and god it sucks. this moment doesnt make it better#but at least they have shitty puns.... at least. my pun loving fucks#triglycercule NOT shoving killer into this??? blasphemous i need to find a way to force him into these hcs#well it's kinda hard considering a lot of these are them bonding over their previous identity as sabs#and killer doesnt WANT to be sans!! he's NOT SANS BRO. and i dont think he would consider them sans either#no matter HOW CLOSE dust looks to being him no matter HOW SIMILAR horror's speech patterns are THEYRE NOT SANS#that clean consise answer with no nuance is surely better than just him ignoring the issue of if theyre sans or not#eitherway killer struggles since the 2 are so open to being sans it's almost like theyre ruining the CONCEPT of sans#sans is supposed to make puns but should they be puns about the death of humans??? HELP???? killer's crashing out#everyday i discover a new aspect of the murder time trio and i wonder why none else do. someone geek out with me bro#i need to hold back my thoughts about dust and horror corrupting the idea of sans bc i have another post#where that little ramble would be more appropriate. i'm horrordust maxxing bro. i'm hrdtpilled#THREE posts this week about horrordust..... whaaaat the helllllllll..........#AND a mini comic about them i never posted AND art of then wearing weird clothes??? this is my horrordust week bro#tricule hc#horror sans#dust sans#murder time trio#utmv#sans au
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gave up studying for my midterms so hello here i am! first, i want to give a few disclaimers: i have a degree in sociology, specifically in regards to trauma informed childcare and the school to prison pipeline, and i teach, so while i interact with the prison system i do not have a law degree, and i only know so much. also, i am trans and schizophrenic, both of which have crazy high rates of discrimination by police (especially schizophrenia. out of all people that face police brutality in the usa, 20.1% are schizophrenic!) so i am definitely biased. i'm also from the southern united states. my state has the highest # of people ever killed by the state in prison in the usa, and our last governor swears with his life that we have never executed an innocent person, despite plenty of people being cleared posthumously. (horrifying, i know. i love my home but also gosh i hate it here). so that's where im coming from, life experience wise. also, i apologize if my wording comes off as gruff; being schizophrenic, i have a hard time conveying tone. i 100% mean everything kindly.
also: im not an anarchist or anything lol. i promise
first, police aren't 'problematic'-- they're a militarized institution. they're a system built into the fabric of society. that's far more than problematic. in my state (which i'm keeping vague bc of privacy, but you can probably figure it out real easy at the end of this lol), the police, rangers, and sheriffs were all started for two reasons: genocide and slave catching. "hey, local farmer, need an *insert whatever slur for indigenous person you can think of* to give up their land? just have them bullied off the property by rangers!" "hey, plantation owner, your slave ran away? call the sheriff to come find them!" the police exist to enforce laws, and when the laws are genocidal and pro-slavery, these institutions are founded as colonialist and antiblack. policing in the usa exists because of slavery and genocide. the justice system hasn't 'failed' because it wasn't moral to begin with.
of course, the history of policing in america doesnt 100% start with slavery/indigenous genocide. but, prior to these laws that supported state sanctioned violence, most law enforcement was done by militias. you see a lot of these still in my state, especially in sundown towns and near the mexican border, and a lot of these people get slaps on the wrist for brutalizing others while the people they are harassing-- black people, people of color, immigrants-- are jailed for nothing, which is just the system working as intended. historically, militias were only formalized into a police force when it came time to murder and attack people of color, ESPECIALLY in the case of slave catching. there is an entire department in the police force in my state that still shares a name with a slave catching group.
and that's just historically. in the modern day, the poor and unhoused, black people, indigenous people, other people of color, the severely mentally ill, and in some areas, lgbt people, make up the statistically disproportionately high percentage of american prisoners, and they certainly make up a higher proportion of solitary confinement (which has been outlawed in other countries and actively used for torture in the usa!) and those on death row. people who are the 'undesirables' make up the most of our prisons, and are the first to get murdered by police. in my state, just this month, a family was only just awarded money in damages for the police murder of their son six years ago that a major city here covered up. not some rural backwater town by a hillbilly cop-- one of the biggest metropolises in the state by a decorated officer. and do police do their job? do they stop sexual assaults? thefts? murders? hate crimes? no. often the police are the ones doing these things, and when they aren't, they are just there to do paperwork documenting what happened. this isn't the movies. most of them don't care, and the ones that do dont stay cops long. how many cases in this year alone have there been of schizophrenic people (often black) calling the police for help/getting a wellness check called on them, just to be murdered? or brutalized? police are on the side of the state, not you. there's a reason why i only share hotlines that DONT call the cops.
okay, so the history of policing is bad, and the vulnerable are being imprisoned and killed at disproportionate rates, but we need people to go to prison, right? so here is where religion comes into play for me. first, Jesus calls for us to protect the marginalized: the poor, unhoused, oppressed.... huh, the people most targeted by policing. then, Jesus calls for us to support the prisoner (Matthew 25:36-40) and to radically, radically forgive.
not to get too personal, but i was a victim of medical abuse as a teenager by a doctor who violated my rights and by all means should be in prison. but i don't want him to go to prison. should he face consequences? yeah. strip him of his license and make sure he never gets near patients again. but imprisoning him, placing him in a deeply corrupt system that constantly violates the rights of the people inside it and leaving him to rot? that's not radical forgiveness. that's not Christlike. our criminal justice system is NOT just. It's punitive. it is not focused on rehabilitation, community building, and harm reduction. it is focused on punishing. And who does that help? Not the victims of crimes, that's for sure. Not the community. Not the person in jail. It helps the STATE. Because prisoners are unpaid slave labor, and prisons can be used to beat down the undesirable and get them out of sight where they can be beaten into submission and quietly done away with. As long as prisons are used to punish instead of rehabilitate, build community, and reduce harm, they are a violation of human dignity and decency. and unfortunately, they never will be rehabilitation, community, and harm reduction focused, because a punitive system based on fear and violence gives the state (and corporations!) money and power.
if you would like to hear from people smarter than I, i have some (so many) books to recommend!
Are Prisons Obsolete? - Angela Y. Davis (anything by her, tbh)
Abolition for the People: The Movement For a Future without Policing and Prisons - Colin Kaepernick
Instead Of Prisons - Prison Research Education Action Project
Locked Down, Locked Out: Why Prison Doesn't Work and How We Can Do Better - Maya Schenwar
Until We Reckon: Violence, Mass Incarceration, and a Road to Repair - Danielle Sered
"Prisons Make Us Safer": And 20 Other Myths about Mass Incarceration - Victoria Law
We Keep Us Safe: Building Secure, Just, and Inclusive Communities - Zach Norris
Resist the Punitive State: Grassroots Struggles Across Welfare, Housing, Education and Prisons - Emily Luise Hart, Joe Greener, Rich Moth
PLEASE let me know if you have any questions!!
to be Christian is to be called to love, but to be Christian is also to be called to love the poor, the oppressed, the marginalized, and the imprisoned specifically and explicitly. To be Christian is to abolish police and prisons, because with these institutions the poor, the oppressed, the marginalized, and the imprisoned will never be free. We are called to make Heaven on Earth, and that includes doing away with institutions that enforce worldly shackles.
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