#cause I can talk about what's going on; I can talk about what went on; I can talk about wagner's role

[kneebie]

there's a book i like that's called "When Prophecy Fails: A Social and Psychological Study of a Modern Cult That Predicted the End of the World." It's an actual study, with follow ups on a cult in Michigan, I think it was? It's hella dry, but it does a good job explaining the history of doomsday cults before diving into the modern ones

One of the first anecdotes of the story is the anabaptists, some four to five hundred years ago. When the bible was first translated, Martin Luther said, "hey btw your personal interpretation? That's also a correct interpretation, because it is a divine script," or something along those lines, and people went NUTS.

One particular experience is recollected in which a dude strolls into town after the second failure of the world to end, and a random villager calls out, "HEY, JOHANNES! WHERE IS YOUR WIFE? WAS SHE RAPTURED WITHOUT YOU?" which really goes to show Twitter has existed in us throughout all of the ages, even without the tech

And ALSO goes to show that the thing that kept those doomsday cults going was that, at the end of the day? People weren't there to hash it out. People were there to say fuck off with your heretical views, etc. And so a large amount of outreach was completely neglected because, like, why would you? They're silly. They're stupid. How could they even believe such a thing?

Except, and here's the thing, and it's all over this website: we are not immune to cults. People get caught up in echo chambers all the time, and it's nice to finally have that sense of belonging. You go out of the group, and what do you find? Oh man, people are HELLA mean outside your own ingroup.

This is basically what grifters and cults have in common. Some cults can be relatively benign. Grifters? Much, MUCH more rarely. And so, consciously or not, Trump's counting on the fact that when his tariffs raise the price of, say, eggs, we are all going to yell "HEY JOHANNES WHERE IS YOUR WIFE," all over again. And so people who are seeing signs of shit being bad will go OH, NOT SAFE IN THE OUTGROUP, GONNA GO BACK TO THE INGROUP, and reinforce their worldviews from inside their own heads, rather than with external observations. Cause the external observations are generally brought on by dicks and jackasses more interested in saying "I WAS RIGHT" than "hey man yeah, you're right, the price of eggs has gone up for those reasons and it does kind of suck."

Am I saying that every single Trump supporter needs to be courted with lovely words and woo-ed back to share the same reality? No. Trump's actively courted white nationalists and armed militia members, as well as the people sympathetic to those causes.

Which is to say, there's a spectrum of Trump supporter. There's the ethnonationalists. And there's the people who kinda just don't give a shit, and haven't, and he said some words in some soundbites that sounded like it'd help with everyday problems they're facing. That's what a demagogue does. Just says shit and some of it sticks.

So instead of being like "JESUS CHRIST YOU RACIST," try and open a dialogue first. Figure out if they're the sort of person who hasn't given it much thought, or was tricked because they trusted the wrong source, or if they're part of the Proud Boys. Doesn't usually take long to figure that out.

And even then, when you're about to go attacking that white nationalist? The Republican party is the party of grievances. That's why it's one hundo percent culture war one hundo percent of the time. Just give a thought to how far you're personally going to fuel that grievance, since dogpiling one Republican can then reinforce HUNDREDS TO THOUSANDS of other Republicans, with the way Shapiro and other talking heads work.

I'm not saying don't! It's now more critical than ever to express dissent, and to show that not everyone agrees with the fascist in charge atm. Just know how they work, and how they're going to use your own good intentions, and make your own calculations on whether it's worth it to be a dick to someone online

Might I give some advice:

Not everyone has (or needs to have) the energy to thoughtfully respond to republicans on the Internet. You do not have to do that.

But some people do, and can. And I think we gotta let them.

An example:

I have a former teacher, I'll call her Grace, who is an incredibly kind woman in her 70s. Devout catholic, had voted for various parties over the years, but has been pretty strictly democrat over the past 15-20 because that aligns with her values of kindness and service.

She shared a post about the pope's recent letter and expressed that she agreed with his concerns about how trump is treating immigrants. A friend of hers commented a long paragraph basically saying "dear Grace I care for you but I don't understand how you can be a Christian and a democrat. Blah blah abortion blah blah gender blah blah drugs."

Grace replied "I'm very busy right now but I am going to respond to you soon with my thoughts". When she did it was an incredibly generous, rational monologue that connected with this person's humanity, their shared religious values, and made a beautiful case for why she supports who she does. I didn't agree with a good half of what she said as I am not a Christian, but the result was an expression of values that I think put her on the side of justice and compassion.

The person replied and thanked her and said she had a lot to think about. It was probably the best case scenario for a Facebook politics conversation

You know what came very close to ruining it? A bunch of (mostly younger) people piling on with "fuck you you racist maga pos" and "no one has to explain anything to you, go to hell" etc etc. Even after Grace wrote that she intended to reply herself.

I watched this republican respond to all the easy, quick insults by saying "this is why I don't think any democrats can be Christian, this is how you all speak to me." If Grace hadn't put so much work into writing her response in a way that was tailored to fit this person, I would not be surprised if that person left Facebook doubly certain that Christian nationalism is the way to go.

I'm not saying we can't cuss out jackasses. I'm not saying everyone needs to respond to bad faith arguments like Grace did or use their time like she did.

But this was on Grace's Facebook page, and interrupted the work she already volunteered to do. Just so these individuals could feel like they "did something" and got a shot off at an enemy.

I think that's selfish and childish and unproductive. They could have said anything they wanted in their own space, but they made grace's job harder for no fuckin reason. And then "loved" her reply and said "that was beautiful Grace, thank you for sharing your thoughts"

Like... Buddies. Pals. If someone volunteers to scrub the toilet fucking let them.

[signanothername]

Under any circumstances, would murder time trio get along to geniually be friends, or does it stay situational?

It always stays situational

You’re taking about three mentally and physically abused, tired and depressed individuals, who are fighting to survive under a boss who feeds on their misery like it’s a Tuesday night, and who, specifically puts them in an environment that they can’t truly flourish under unless he specifically wishes it so, cause while Killer has his own special conditioning of his own, Murder and Horror go through conditioning too in the form of rewards and punishment system

So you can easily imagine how Nightmare can turn them against each other under him, which Nightmare actually in reality does, he makes sure they can never truly form a meaningful connection with each other, because if they did, they can easily start plotting their escape plans together or to betray him, in unity there’s strength, and Nightmare, despite his power, knows better than to let them find strength, find a stable relationship, or a stable bond they can use to find hope under him

So they can never really form a genuine friendship even if they truly wanted to, it just wouldn’t work out, Killer to put it bluntly, wouldn’t even care to form a genuine connection, he’s constantly dissociating from everything and everyone around him, he’s apathetic on stage 2, a stage, that Nightmare keeps him in constantly, and even if he was at stage 1, Killer still wouldn’t care about the two guys who can easily stab him in the back for their own gain, and this is the same thought process Murder and Horror have, they simply aren’t convinced to rely upon people who can easily screw them over, Horror has a brother to keep safe, and Murder has an AU to get back to

I’d say Horror and Murder have a bit of a friendship going on, but it’s less genuine friendship and more “let’s look out for each other’s back while in this hell”, and even with that in the mix, Murder can and will stab Horror in the back if it benefited him and the vice versa is also true

Even if they all got freed from Nightmare, they still wouldn’t form a genuine friendship, cause each of them would look at the other as a painful reminder of their abuse than another individual like themself that they can form a connection with, they would simply rather to go their separate ways and never talk about what they went through under the same roof

Do I believe MTT would feel a bit of fucked up nostalgia when it comes to each other had they gotten freedom? Yes absolutely

Do I believe that if they somehow crossed paths again after said freedom, that they might talk to each other, even if briefly? Yes

But that would be the end of it, there won’t be anything deeper than that

[bringmeanangel]

In a Mood

Pairing: Post-prison Spencer Reid and reader

Tags/Warning: slight Mean Dom Spencer Reid, sub reader, smut. established relationship. gloves, spanking, praise kink, humiliation. pet names. name calling. Use of slut. Hand on throat. Slapping once. finger sucking. hair pulling. spreader bar. gag, teasing. Spanking. good girl. Alight edging. AFTERCARE. did I forget anything?

Synopsis: He tsked "What a little slut" his eyes narrowing a bit, checking in and you inhaled, nodding, signaling him to continue. "Is that what you are?" his  hand wrapped around your throat.

A/N: hello. WELP! I'm trying my hand at some smut. Please be kind it's my first official smut, with a post prison Spencer, because what a mood. Read the tags please! Um... oh this got away from me.

You were getting ready for bed. Spencer was eyeing you, something seemed on your mind. He snaked his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder.

"What's on your mind, angel?" he asked and  he saw you blush. 

"Just thinking" you said. He reached a hand up and started to massage your shoulders. 

"About what?" 

"Today, in the morgue..." you trailed off.

Spencer's hands stilled for a moment. He certainly didn't think that's how you were going to start the sentence. He kissed your temple, returning to massage your shoulders. You took a deep breath.

"When you pulled on the gloves" you looked down and blushed harder

Spencer smirked and turned you to face him. He cupped your cheek with one hand and stroking his thumb. He was always so patient with you.

"You know me and you in gloves. Part of me wanted to just spread my legs." you looked up a bit, seeing something in his eyes darken.

"Yeah?" he said, standing a bit taller, making you moan. He tsked "What a little slut" his eyes narrowing a bit, checking in and you inhaled, nodding, signaling him to continue. "Is that what you are?" his  hand wrapped around your throat.

"Yes, Doctor." you moaned. 

You never really called him that, it was sir or his name, but something about tonight, it slipped out.

He let go of your throat and you watched as he undid the buttons on his cuff and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

He went to the nightstand where he just had a box of gloves out and grabbed a pair. He pulled on the pair, as you watched him adjust the gloves.

 You let out a whimper, barely moving, you're pretty sure he just broke your brain. He was so sexy like this.

A gloved hand gripped your chin tight, snapping you out of your daze. You looked at his lust blown eyes, making you moan loud. He slapped you and gripped your chin tighter. 

"What am I going to do with you?"  he tsked again. He let go of your chin and you tried not to whine at the loss of contact.

"I've got a few ideas" you boldly said with a smirk, causing him to raise an eyebrow. 

God, that dom brow was everything. A gloved hand gripped tight around your throat, causing you to gasp. With his other hand he slipped two fingers into your mouth.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak" he sneered. You started sucking his fingers "So needy for something in your mouth, sweetheart, you'll take anything."

He pushed his fingers back, loosening his grip on your throat. You gagged a bit and he pulled his fingers back.

"Aw, poor little slut. I don't think you can handle my cock in your mouth tonight." 

Spencer was surprised with himself and a little impressed. You two did rough scenes, but this was coming from deep down. You loved this side of Spencer.

It was rare to see this side, rough scenes were something you two talked about, especially after everything that happened to him in prison, but whatever was making him do this, thank you.

You whimpered, trying to shake your head, eyes pleading. You wanted his cock in your mouth. He titled his head to the side in mock concern. 

"Tell you what, if you can prove to me that you can take my cock without gagging, then you can have it." His gloved hands left you. "Shirt off. On your knees." he said

You took his shirt off, leaving your underwear on. You sank to your knees in front of him. A gloved hand fisted your hair, pulling your head up to look at him.

"If you're a good girl then you wont gag. Open wide" he ordered and you did. 

Two gloved fingers made their way back into your mouth, pushing your tongue down. You gagged a bit and his eyes went slightly soft, checking in.

You give a small nod to keep going. He pulled his fingers out and you opened wide trying to relax your throat. He held up his two fingers and placed them back into your mouth.

You prayed that this wouldn't gag you, but for some reason your body was failing you today. You gagged, coughed, and drool was coming out of your mouth.

"Poor little girl" he mockingly pouted. 

"Please" you whimpered and he let out a soft chuckle. 

"Stay" he ordered and you stayed on your knees.

Your eyes followed him as he went back into the closet and returned with your dildo gag. Your eyes went wide.

Fuck.

"Seems like you need a bit of retraining." his tone was dark.

A gloved hand pulled your chin down and he slid the dildo gag in. He secured it and you looked at him whimpering. He reached under the bed and grabbed the spreader bar.

Your eyes widened even more and you nodded eagerly. He had you lay on the bed. Spencer yanked your underwear down  and lifted your legs as you bent them letting them fall open.

"I change my mind, on your knees, chest down." he said.

You rolled over willingly knowing the aftercare was going to be perfect. Cuffs were attached to your ankles and your arms moved between your legs and he secured the cuffs.

Your ass was up and you were vulnerable and exposed. You gasped when you felt him spread your ass cheeks. He gave a sharp smack and spread your pussy, seeing how wet you were.

"So wet already." he lightly patted your pussy a few times. His hands left you. "What to do with you?" he spoke.

Walking around to grab the vibrator that was in your nightstand. He looked at you and mock pouted again.

"Maybe I should leave you like this. I could sit here, watch you as you're all tied up, needy for my hands on you" you whined.

He crouched down to eye level, his arms on his knees, so you had a good view of him in gloves, but he wasn't touching you. Brown eyes peering at you.

"I could look over some cases. Be working and all you could think about would be my gloved hands lightly dancing across your pussy. playing with your clit." you moaned "See, I wouldn't fuck you, but I'd make you cum multiple times. My fingers, the vibrator. Of course, I wouldn't forget your ass. Get it all nice and red before I slide a finger or two in."

Holy hell was Spencer in a mood. A good mood, a torturous, teasing and mean mood.

"You'd be thinking about that while I just watch you."

Your eyes pleading with him to touch you. He reached a hand up and stroked his hand on your temple. you instantly relaxed.

"Good girl." he praised.

Spencer snapped the gloves off. He massaged your neck and shoulders for a second. You were gagged and bound for his viewing pleasure. 

He had grabbed some files and sat in the chair. He smirked at you, and got to work. He looked up when he heard you whimper, concern on his face, but it quickly left when saw you wiggle your hips. 

This was driving you nuts and it had only been five minutes. He clicked his tongue, raising an eyebrow and placed the files on the chair.

He stood up and grabbed a pillow and folded it. Your eyes widened, was he going to... he placed the pillow between your legs.

"If you're so desperate, show me." He stood there and crossed his arms. You shook your head and he cocked an eyebrow. "No?" You shook your head. "Then be a good girl" 

Spencer grabbed the pillow from between your legs. He tossed it on the floor and went back to sitting on the chair.

This was going to be a long night, you thought. 

Fifteen minutes later Spencer got up and walked to the nightstand, pulling out a pair of gloves. He pulled them on and spanked your ass, causing you to jump a little.

You heard him chuckle and he walked over to your face and titled his head to the side.

"How's my slut?" he adjusted the gloves. 

Spencer reached into the nightstand and grabbed your vibrator and lube.

He reached down and rubbed your clit with one hand and slid two fingers into your pussy with the other gloved hand. You gasped around the gag.

"So sensitive already." he said he pulled his fingers out, but kept rubbing your clit.

His hand left you and you heard the familiar buzzing. You jumped when the vibrator was placed on your clit.

A gloved hand was placed on your lower back and Spencer could tell you were getting close.

He pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. Two fingers rubbed your pussy, it clenched around nothing.

"Such a needy little cunt you've got. Just waiting for me to" he dipped two fingers into you and you clenched around him "Oh. There we go" he soothed, turning the vibrator back on and moving his fingers in and out of you. 

Your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm building. Your muffled cries when he pulled out and turned the vibrator off when you were so close made him give a low throaty chuckle.

He placed the vibrator down and lightly patted your pussy,

"I know, baby." you could hear the condescending tone in his voice. "You just want to cum." you nodded "Yeah, that's what you want?" you nodded again, 

Without warning, two fingers were inserted into you, his fingers curling up and rubbing your g-spot.

His gloved pinky rubbed against your overly sensitive clit and your back arched and you orgasamed  

His fingers didn't stop and he turned the vibrator back on, your second orgasm came ripping through you.

He stepped back, turning the vibrator off again and pulling off his gloves and doning new ones.

 You gasped loudly as a sharp smack was brought across your right ass cheek. He spanked you harder and harder until your ass was cherry red and you were whimpering and crying. 

He reached a gloved hand down and held your hand giving you a squeeze. You squeezed back twice, which was your signal to keep going.

"Good girl" he praised, which made you relax even more.

He reached between your legs with his other hand and found your clit. You were whimpering again

"That's it. That's my good girl. Are you going to cum a third time?" his voice was gentler this time.

It was almost getting too much and then you came hard. body was going limp, breathing was getting difficult due to the gag, but you felt good. 

Soft, gentle hands, skin to skin contact was stroking your temple, you opened your eyes to see your brown eyed dom's caring, soft eyes looking back at you. You gasped for air as the gag was taken out.

"Breathe, angel. I'm right here. You did so good. Such a good girl for me. I wanted to get the gag off first, okay?" he whispered

You just stared at him in a daze.

"Nod if you can hear me?" he said in a gentle, but firm tone. you nodded "Good girl. My good girl. I'm going to get the restraints off of you, now." 

His hand never left your body. Until he was undoing the restraints. He helped roll you on your side, grabbing another pillow and placing it under your head. 

Spencer sat down and placed his fingers on the pulse point of your wrist and looked at his watch. 

You whimpered and he looked at you, sympathetically, combing his fingers through your hair.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart." He soothed

Spencer leaned down and kissed your forehead. He grabbed the baby wipes and gently spread your legs, wiping you thoroughly. 

"There we go. Getting you all cleaned up, yeah?" you nodded

 He threw the wipes away praising you non-stop until he could hold you. He put the restraints under the bed and grabbed the warm fuzzy blanket you had and wrapped it around you. 

You had a mini fridge in the room and he grabbed some clementine's, Gatorade and dark chocolate.  Spencer had you sit in his lap, he cradled you and held up the Gatorade to drink.

Your head rested agaisnt his chest. You were feeling good, but still feeling a bit fuzzy.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He whispered. 

"Mmm." You nuzzled against him. "S'good" you kind of slurred. 

He held a piece of clementine up to your mouth and you ate it. He had you a few more pieces and held the Gatorade up. He fed you some chocolate.

"Can I give you a massage, honey or do you need me to hold you a bit longer? I was rough tonight." He kissed your forehead.

"Longer" you said. He combed his fingers through your hair. 

"Okay, love. I love you so much"

"Love you" you said, clinging tight to him.

He held you tight, kissing your temple, rubbing a hand up and down your back. A few minutes later, you sighed.

"I have to pee" you blushed

Spencer helped you stand up. He stood up with you and you hugged him. He followed you to the bathroom.

"What'cha doing?" You teased as you sat down on the toilet "is this a new fetish?" You smirked and he laughed a bit.

"No. Sorry. Just wanted to be with you, in case you need anything." 

"I'm okay, Spencer" You smiled. "More than okay."

He nodded, leaving, letting you pee in peace. He cleaned up quickly, stripping the sheets. He smiled when you walked back in.

"So, where on earth did that come from, Dr. Reid?" You laughed . He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but smirked. 

"Just something I had thought of. I've noticed the way you look at my hands when I wear gloves. I was just waiting for you to say something."

"Oh my God!" You hid your face in your hands, laughing.

"It's okay, honey. I hope I didn't go too far? It was a lot." He looked worried.

You smiled wide and reached up, running your fingers through his hair. You stepped close to him and wrapped your other hand around his waist.

"Not too far. It was a lot, We haven't done something like that in a while, but I think we both needed it." you placed a gentle kiss on his lips and he smiled.

"Now, I'm not done taking care of you." he soothed. You nodded, looking exhausted.

Spencer led you to the bed and grabbed your water bottle and held it up to you. You took a few sips and he had you lay down on your stomach. 

He grabbed some cream, pumped it in his hands, rubbing it together. He rubbed it over your ass. You hissed at his touch, but relaxed instantly.

He moved and sat beside you, hands massaging your shoulders. You moaned, and he leaned down and kissed your neck.  

When you were relaxed, Spencer rolled you onto your back and stroked your hair.

"I'm so proud of you" you smiled half asleep.

"Thank you, sweetheart" he blushed.

Spencer got up and covered you up to below your chest with the fuzzy blanket. He quickly got out of his work clothes. 

"Spence?" You asked.

"Right here, baby. Just getting in my pajamas and then I'm going to get you dressed."

"M'kay"

Once he was charged, he grabbed your sweatpants and sweatshirt. He carefully removed the blanket and slipped your sweatpants on, then sweatshirt.

Spencer turned the lights off the overhead light, leaving the soft glow of the beside lamp. He climbed onto the bed, pulling you against him

He covered both of you up with the fuzzy blanket and stroked your hair.

Your eyes were closed, head resting against him. The two of you stayed in the comfortable silence. Eventually you fell asleep in his arms.

[bangtanhoesthings]

Long ask.

Forgive me, this will be all over the place.

I have noticed that over the past few years the hate for the boys has been escalating particularly for Jimin, Jungkook and Joonie.

For Joonie, among other things, because as a leader, if they break him, they might break BTS. (Gosh look at him😭. Has me my man, my man, my man-ning all over the place like a dog in heat, it's embarrassing and a little concerning). Sorry, I digressed but look at him 😭😭😭, y'all don't thirst over this man enough. Woof! 🫦

Anyways, moving on.

For Jungkook, among a plethora of other reasons, because of the unrivaled, unmitigated global success he has had and continues to have (am so proud of my funky lil popstar ✨).

He came, he saw, he conquered. Kicked ass and took names. Ate and left no crumbs. Had them by the neck. Pulled up and shut it down (Somebody stop me 😭)

The way some army attribute his success to the 🛴 guy boils my blood, and that rage is for another day.

This post is towards Jimin.

Jimin's hate is both from outside and inside the fandom ( am not talking about solos, toxic shippers, mantis and the like) but people who claim to be 0T7.

I know that Jimin has had haters for years but the shady tweets I saw during the FACE and MUSE era from so called "ARMY" said a lot. Am not here to debate who is or isn't ARMY. That's for another time.

My question is, why does Jimin's success seem to be a sore spot for some 0T7s? The one reason I have been able to come up with is that Jimin sort of messed up the hierarchy system.

Let me explain and see if I make sense. For a long time, when people thought of the maknae line, no matter the order in which they ranked Tae and Kookie, Jimin was always the third one. Too many posts relegating him to the role of cheerleader and not much else. I saw posts before solo works commenced dismissing the idea that Jimin would ever release an album but would instead fully support the others. Well, he not only released two solo albums, but was also a composer, lyricist among other things, so they can take their opinion and smoke it.

When the solo era started, people had different expectations for what every maknae members would achieve but no matter the expectations, those for Jimin were that he would be third. Bronze medalist if you will.

FACE was released, Like Crazy got to number 1 and I logged off twitter. We were in hell particularly when it went from 1 to 45 after Billboard deleted over 100k sales and changed the rules (thank you Travis Scott for freeing Jimin and finally taking that number 1 spot). The hate from outside was expected, it was when it came from within the fandom that it hurt.

Fast forward to MUSE and it got worse. Sprinkle in a dash of Are You Sure and we have

Here I have a list of things I have noticed

1. An increase in the number of people talking about how they hate PJMs and how they are making them turn against Jimin. Honey, if a solo can make you dislike one member, you aren't sh*t anyway.

2. Dislike for Jimin disguised as dislike for his solos. If you haven't seen it, consider yourself lucky.

3. How sometimes ARMY came in droves when a member didn't achieve something but Jimin did. For example Spotify US. When a new song failed to enter but Jimin's songs increased ( during both LC and Who era).

4. His long run on the hot 100 has really revealed people's true colours. It's not his fault. Blame the fandom for their clear bias.

5. The number of ARMY accounts on X low key calling AYS fanservice.

6. Discourse on Jimin's ability to sing. I don't argue with stupid people.

I could go on and on but what I am trying to say is that in a perfect world, it would be wonderful if all the members had the same support from ARMY. The discrepancy needs to be addressed (caused by a multitude of reasons) but making it a member's fault and not the fandom is asinine.

I used to be a 1D fan and my favourite member to date is the least favourite and successful, Louis Tomlinson but that doesn't mean I hate on Harry, Zayn or Niall for their success. I wouldn't even know where to begin.

What prompted this you may ask? I saw a post talking about Jimin being the company and fandom fave and having special support. Like huh?

All in all what I am trying to say is that Jimin really shook things up and some people resent him for it. That one post (article?) about Jimin bringing out either admiration or envy keeps getting proven right.

Keep supporting this angel for a long and happy life.

What do you think are some other reasons for the increase in the 0T6 agenda against Jimin?

[khorneschosen]

Again I don't know how you calculate that with a army that is not following the rules of war. Like uniforms.

And again they started this war They made this war what it is They started a war with a war crime I would like you to answer what the fuck I'm talking about rather than just going Well it's I for an eye so it's bad But why is it when the alternative is to let a man blind you is that preferable is it preferable to allow evil their sanction of imposing its will.

Because I'm going to be honest with you if the choice is allow evil to impose its will and blind you concern is with heaven my guy I am not.

Again they caused civilian casualties They chose to cause civilian casualties from their defensive structures to their war plan to the humanitarian crisis at every level You don't get to go eye for an eye and that allow them the right to kill civilians.

Because right now this is the only tool that keeps them from ever doing that shit again. They need to learn You do not target civilians and then pretend that you are own are safe. You do not get to run wars as prehistoric tribes do where extermination is the goal and then turn around and demand the standards of a civilized order.

Again can you condemn the first act of evil and say it should have its consequences. Because all this eye for an eye talk does not allow for it there is a time to put away the weapons and refuse retribution for the sake of peace but they did that and it got them October 7th.

How many October 7ths do they have to endure before You recognize and take in the full context of what is going on.

I agree Good should stop being punished and evil must be. Was it good being punished on October 7th you know innocent civilians at a music festival. Men women children people who had nothing to do with it international visitors to a music concert.

Were these people secretly evil Will these people secretly bad and deserving of what happened to them?

Again eye for an eye sounds cute and quaint and nice when there is an option for peace but the option for peace had been given and rejected. This is a point you need to tell Hamas not me not the Israelis not those who gave them every fucking chance to join the civilized order. So I'm going to point out that if I for an eye is being applied here it goes not to the Israelis it goes to the Palestinians. And should have gone before October 7th.

As they should as they should considering what they did on October 7th. Because I want you to understand They did that. They did in fact do that They went in and they killed civilians women children and men and they also committed every kind of crime that they could against them torture kidnapping rape there was nothing left off the table for them.

Et tu frater? Et tu?

As I've said before I see things a little bit too clearly because I don't drop context like you do. I don't remove a fact of existence from my consideration. You and this entire spiel have had to ignore October 7th and the context it brings to your argument as I have pointed out.

If you're suddenly worried about antisemitism because of elon musk but you spent the last year and a half harassing Jews and "Zionists" and excusing antisemitism in your own movement, you don't care about antisemitism

I don't trust you. The Jewish community doesn't trust you. You never cared about us, still don't, and you made it very clear

[hotchnersangel]

YOUR LOVE IS MY OXYGEN

Aaron Hotchner

You and Aaron had been in a relationship for a few months and it was getting to the point where conversations of your relationship were becoming serious and really authentic and genuine. After a case, Aaron is sat in your living room, watching the tv, some silly reality tv show he claimed to despise- yet, he always kept watching them with you, even opting to put them on without prompts from you. Simply because he knew you loved watching them.

It was a routine, you watch, he finds something to complain about and you give him a kiss and suddenly he can stand it again.

Today was no different, Aaron was on the sofa when you went to sit besides him, now in comfier clothes. You sit on the edge of the sofa, Aaron side eying you to catch your attention but you don't look at him. He sighs, again another move to try and encourage your attention. Though, you refuse to give into his antics and you watch the show kick off into drama.

Another sigh escapes Aaron's lips, slightly louder now but you ignore him again, which he evidently did not like as you feel the couch dip and hands slide under your thighs and your back as he pulls you softly across the sofa and into his lap.

"Is that what you wanted?" You smirk at him amused as he gives you a faux cold glare. "Seriously? All that fuss for me to sit on your lap?"

"Yes, maybe if you had just done it there would not be so much 'fuss'." He muttered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your crown.

You move back, looking over his face directly and smiling at him. You love every detail about this man. The way his hair eventually loses its gel throughout the day and returns to become fluffier and more enticing to you hands to run through it. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and his eyes always dart to catch yours when he makes a joke or sees something funny, making sure you saw or heard it too. The way his eyes softened when he stared at you, whether it was during more intimate times or just in general, he made sure you were always taken care of before even himself. Every small detail about him, his heart, his body, his personality.

You even loved how he fake hated reality tv to encourage you to kiss him, he could just ask but it became an unspoken tradition by now.

You continue watching the show until one of the stars cause a fuss and create drama and Aaron sighs. "Seriously, I don't understand how you can enjoy this."

You stay silent knowing he will keep talking.

"This is crazy, it's the same thing over and over. Jenny kisses Alex and Maura gets upset. It's the same situation as Olivia and Jaques getting together when she was still with Liam."

You smirk at him, noticing that he does pay attention to the goings-on.

"For gods sake, look at George and Lana's body language, clearly they don't even like each other- I bet they just want the money. You know what, we could go on this and just try win the money because I'm sure as hell we would win considering we are in an actual relationship and these absolute degenerates are all faking their relationships so they get lots of money." He huffs after he lets out a rant, you staring at him as he can't depart his eye line from the tv.

"I'm actually angry just watching this." He scowls at the tv before turning to see you smiling delicately, you eyes roaming his face. Immediately upon seeing your smile, he grins at you. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing just my boyfriend." You shrug, continuing to look at him.

"I like it when you call me that." He replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Both your heads turn as you continue to watch the show once again and you look at Aaron once more, just wanting to stare at him for the rest of your life.

"I love you." You blurt before you could even process what you said. You widen your eyes as you see him do a double take with a wide smile on his face.

"Sorry what?" He asks amused and you bite your lip, laughing in shock.

"I didn't mean to say that." You admit but shake your head, "Not that I don't mean it, I just-" You ramble but his hand lifts to your cheek.

"Say it again."

"I love you." You repeat.

"Again."

"I love you." You say again, giggling this time.

"Again."

"I'm in love with you." You grin softly, looking at him nervously as you see a twinge of pink caress his cheeks.

"I hate that you've just ruined my plans." He says with a grin but you look confused so he carries on. "I scheduled you to receive some flowers this weekend, I planned a whole thing out to tell you that."

You blush and look to your hands then back into his eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah, but somehow I think it's very endearing that you couldn't hold it in." He grins kissing just below your eye now, then moving to your cheek, then forehead.

"Loving you is like breathing to me honey, I don't even have to think about it to know it keeps me alive."

[vanillebunny]

hellooo!! can u pls write for steve harrington?? i'm thinking where he got with reader as a rebound for nancy but then he realizes its much more than that but by the time he does you already realized and left like an angsty thing

warnings: i think none? but please tell me if there are.

you've always known steve harrington, ever since you were a kid. steve 'the hair' harrington, king of hawkins, ladies man--as everyone thought. to you though, he was just steve, the neighbor next door.

being neighbors with steve wasn't always easy, or quiet even. from the constant parties to the endless nights with every woman in hawkins. you'd be a lucky if you got a good nights sleep for once. your mom didn't really hear it much, not like she was ever home to.

if there was one thing you had in common with steve, it was the lack of life in your house. only for steve, he was always replacing it with having someone over whenever he possibly can, while you just stayed home alone.

not like you were never invited, it was kind of a given since you'd know about it anyway, might as well be invited. but you never came. not like it mattered. but after some time, the parties...stopped. everything became calm, and steve was like...not a douchebag anymore. everyone said it was cause of nancy wheeler, the princess. she was perfect. not a single flaw to her

you'd always see her come around, she was pretty. you couldn't lie. but damn did something about her rub you the wrong way. it was always like this, up until you knew about the big breakup

you were home as usual, and had taken your walkman to go walk at night like you usually did, but when you left your house, you saw steve on your porch, sitting silently. it didn't even seem like he was coming to talk or something, he just sat there for no reason.

"i think you got it mixed up" you spoke up, going down a few steps to where he was sitting, "your house is next door, not here" you say with furrowed eyebrows. but he didn't even look at you, he was just sat there.

"you probably already heard." he says and just keeps looking ahead, "nancy left me"

you in fact did not hear. "oh." was all that came out of you, you sigh and just sit beside him, placing the walkman beside you. "thats...weird. why? i thought you two were happy" you say and he just scoffs

"bullshit, apparently. all of it. should've known...im an idiot. girl like her, as if that would last" he mutters, more to himself than you

"hey, what?" you say, shaking your head quickly, "that's so wrong, steve. like--very wrong. you're a great guy, steve. i mean like...now--you became a great guy. and if she didn't see that and thought it's all bullshit then she's not worth it" you say, and he--finally looks at you.

"you really think so?" he asks, and you hesitate for a moment, before nodding.

"yeah, of course steve" you say, it was quiet for a while, the two of you just looking around, up until you got up and went back inside. he sighs to himself, thinking you left, until you came back with a pair of headphones. you sat back down beside him and grabbed the walkman again, plugging in a second pair of headphones, you hand him it.

he looks at you, hesitating for a moment before taking it, the two of you sat there quietly just listening to music. it was the very first time you two had even had a proper conversation--or even interaction together ever since you were kids.

ever since then, you two were always stopping by each others houses--even driving home or to school since you were both heading the same way. you got close quickly, and as much as you didnt expect it, you genuinely really liked it

you knew he changed, but you thought it was just a look. but he actually did, he was funny, really considerate and nice. you found yourself...actually feeling things for him. you always brushed it off, but to your luck, steve was a very expressive person, so he made sure to let you know he liked you back

it was all great, you didn't feel so lonely anymore. and you two were just...such a good pair. some would say even better than nancy. and you liked to think so too, until one day, you were heading to the basketball court to go see your boyfriend as usual. until you overheard tommy h and a few other guys talking to themselves, steve must've been in the locker room or something.

"how the hell are harrington and that girl together, i mean i don't get it--he and miss perfect break up, and he's already with the next girl? i don't buy it." tommy says, and one of them chimes in

"my girl says they love each other, it's total bull. we all know the real reason harrington's with her, she's a rebound. i mean--how do you get over a girl like nancy? you got a have at least a few replacements before finally moving on"

what? replacements? no--that's not right. you're sure steve likes you, genuinely likes you...right? it's not true, he's not that kind of guy. he wouldn't be using you like that, right?

you shake your head and quickly storm off, tears brewing in your eyes. you've been alone for so long, maybe you just didn't notice how he was using you? maybe you just jumped at the first chance to be with someone, so desperate?

that same day, steve was knocking and knocking on your door, when you didn't answer, he sighed and sat on the porch. for hours. waiting and waiting.

"baby i know something's wrong...please talk to me. don't...don't do this." he says as he knocks on your door one more time. he hears footsteps coming from the road, he quickly steps down the porch and rushes to the footsteps, hoping it was you.

he slows down as he sees nancy there. he furrows his eyebrows. what the hell was she doing here?

"what do you want?" he says and she just looks at him

"steve let's talk..." she says and he quickly shakes his head

"no...no absolutely not. i don't wanna have anything to do with you, don't you understand that nancy?" he says, while he's talking, you were opening the front door since you thought it's been too long.

to his luck, you were just behind him when he was talking to nancy.

"fine, fine you're right okay? i did get with her as a rebound...to--to forget you. is that what you wanted to hear?" he says and everything else quiets down in your head, they were right. they were all right. he doesn't like you, love you. he never did. how could he? you slowly walk away, your eyes distant and your face paling. how could you be so stupid to think something could ever work out for you?

but while you were lost in your own head, steve was still talking to nancy.

"but it's not like that anymore. don't you get that? i don't love you anymore, i don't even want to see your face. i wake up in the morning and the first thing i want to do is see her, she's so much better than you could ever be. i don't need you anymore, alright? you have to go nancy" he says and shakes his head, walking back to your front door, completely ignoring nancy's pleading for him to hear her out

"baby? you in there? please come out and talk to me" he sighs as he knocks on your door, but you were already gone. you had gone through the backdoor, he was gonna use you to forget some girl? you'll do worse. you were already on your way to the trailer park, tears in your eyes. you wanted to hurt him just like he hurt you, and what other way to do that other than be with the guy he hates more than anything?

a/n: hey guys i think this mightve been my worst work yet but ummm im posting it anyway, also i wanted to make it more sad but then it kind of turned into a revenge thing so idk, hope u enjoy thoo! <333

[sadlynotthevoid]

Tbh, ever since I saw this one anime scene in youtube where an old man told (who i suppose was) the mc of course he'd recognize his own son, he's his dad (as in, he noticed the person in the body wasn't his own son anymore), I think my expectatives went a bit way too up.

That said, I think what bothered me wasn't that no one noticed he changed, but that they did and, at least in Krs!Cale's side, no one went to him about it.

I mean, team 1's first thought when Heniroksoo exhibited not-rok soo behaviour was going to check on him to see if he was okay. They were concerned for his health, thinking he could have hit his head or something.

Meanwhile in Krs!Cale's side, people didn't worry until he went and ended up getting hurt. Which, valid. Most of them didn't meet him until the soul swap had already happened. But his family saw him suddenly start to act strange and went like "oh well" and Deruth specifically was "oh well, I have more urgent matters to take care of". Sir??? that's your damn son!

And like, I know they noticed he changed but— *frustrated noises* it gave off the impression that they were relieved. And if they had talked about it and gotten the impression that Cale just changed, matured, whatever, it wouldn't bother me. But they didn't (at least I don't remember they doing so, or they didn't as far as I read. No, sending your butler to stalk him doesn't count. Not all issues can be told at first sight), they just shrugged and kept with their day. It gives me the feeling that they thought of him like you think of troublesome matters you don't want to deal with. Like, "as long as is not a problem". (To be fair, I really don't expect Bassen or Lily to have such talk with their older brother. They're kids. But Deruth is his father—)

And also, or what they know there could had been a problem, just one they didn't notice or that didn't cause trouble as his usual self. I mean, team 1 was into something, he could have hit his head. He could have been blackmailed and the behaviour being a side effect of seeing just one side of the picture. It's a fantasy world, he could have been possessed by a ghost or something. He could have decided to complete a bucket list (which actually makes sense btw). Uh, I really don't know about this but maybe a personality disorder? They didn't really know what was going on. But they also didn't really cared until Cale started to get hurt, which was after he changed so... Yeah, it bothers me because it makes me feel bad for OgCale.

Now I need an AU where they don't exchange bodies, but OgCale's starts acting odd anyways. Like, toning down his lout behaviour, being less harsh and so, maybe doing strange stuff but that doesn't really affect them. And turns out he's completing a bucket list or got amnesia and is trying to hide it.

And his family and such don't start to worry until way later on, when the realization something big happened hits them in the face (let's be real, I mostly mean Deruth and any other responsible adult). Luckily, Rok Soo (maybe ogCale's new friend, maybe a classmate or coworker, maybe the guy from ogCale's usual cafe) got involved way earlier and they (as in Rok Soo, whoever comes with him, and OgCale) were handling it.

Sometimes i forget everyone *did* notice something was up when cale and og cale switched in both worlds. Team 1 noticed, but also literally everyone at the henituse fief. Its just that noone is abt to guess “a person from another world took over his body”, the most supernatural thing ppl might have guessed would prolly be “he got three ghosts of christmased”

[scorpio1205]

WE BECAME PARENTS FOR 24 HOURS!!! (TO EGGS) Ft Bambi

Summary: Bambi, Matt, Nick and Chris became parents to eggs for 24 hours

Warnings: swearing, fluff, Matt being a simp, Matt being in love, cuddling being 'parents', Bambi being over the triplets shit lol

"For the next 24 hours... You can call us daddy"

Matt and Chris' mouth fell open in shock, turning to each other and awkwardly laughing.

"What on earth possessed you to say that on camera?!" Bambi laughed walking into the frame in shock.

"I honestly don't even know"

She laughed grabbing a Fanta from the fridge "So what does that make me? Cause i'm sure as hell not a daddy?"

Matt smirked slightly with raised eyebrows and a slight head tilt, as if wanting to make a joke or comment.

She moved behind him her hands running into his hair "Don't even think about it, baby."

He closed his eyes for a moment leaning into her touch "Alright."

"To clarify for the next 24 hours Me, Matt, Bambi, and Chris are going to become parents of-"

"little eggies."

"Little baby. Little baby eggs."

"I'm just here to beat you three." Bambi mumbled before opening her soda with her teeth.

Matt snickered "Eggs, so delicate... They can crack."

"that's morbid"

"For the next 24 hours, us four are going to have to be parents to these little egg babies.... They don't have faces or identities yet so we're going to spend the next few minutes-"

Chris was tossing his egg up in the air repeatedly. "Stop! Stop"

"Okay, so you all saw that mess. We all have new eggs and are cleaned up." Bambi laughed as the video cut back in, her sitting on Matt's lap.

"3 new eggs cause Bam was able to keep her egg out of Chris' grasp." Matt laughed softly "Already a better parent then all three of us."

"We cleaned up the crime scene that was in front of us"

It wasn't long before Nick Matt and Chris started talking over each other.

"You're doing great sweetie." Bambi mumbled annoyed with the bickering.

Taking the hint they got to the point, Matt and Chris drawing on their eggs as Nick went over the rules.

****

"Alright here's our eggs. My egg" Nick showed his egg. "This is Chris' egg" he showed Chris' egg on the screen.

"He has a red hat on"

"Yep" Both Nick and Bambi spoke with a snicker.

"This is Bambi's egg" He showed Bambi's egg making her smile cutely. "And this is Matts egg"

Bambi smiled happily "Mine's the cutest."

Bambi sat in the passengers seat her egg in her hands where it had been all day, she loved the boys but when it came to challenges like this.... She didn't trust them. But she looked up confused as Matt pulled over. "What?"

"I think I cracked my egg"

"WHAT?!?" Nick immediately handed her the camera to vlog it. "Show the vlog."

She pointed the camera "I'm showing the vlog"

"this isn't fair cause I have to drive."

"Give me your baby. I'll take care of it." Nick grabbed the egg.

"Hold him"

"Don't worry" Nick smiled "Since the four of us are amazing parents we're taking our eggs outside for some Adventure time"

"Its crazy that we're only going outside to bring our eggs out"

"Our kids" The two began to go back and forth.

Bambi rolled her eyes at them "If you guys start bickering we're turning this car around."

"Sorry Bambi" Nick and Chris both mumbled immediately, not wanting to annoy Bambi.

****

They were all at the beach when Chris looked at Bambi who was on the swings. "Bam-Bam"

"Yo"

"What's your eggs name?"

She got quiet for a moment for smiling "Evangeline"

Matt tilted his head at her with a soft smile. "Why Evangeline?"

"Evangeline is the star from The Princess and The Frog.... It's one of my favorite movies" She grinned sheepishly.

"Okay, she won" Nick grumbled a bit.

"So, we have to get up in the middle of the night to comfort the 'babies'" Bambi cut off both Matt and Nick who were trying to get the point across but kept bickering. "I'm not doing it for 10 minutes though. I don't have kids yet for a reason. So can we cut that time in like half" She put the egg in the box next to Matt's egg

"Yea, I wanna be able to go back to sleep. I wanna be able to keep my tired, so I can go back to sleep."

"Okay, so for three minutes then?"

Bambi nodded getting up "Fine by me"

****

Bambi groaned in frustration as Matt's alarm went off to go cradle the eggs. "No"

"Here" He mumbled handing her his pink Hershey teddy bear shirt and a pair of boxers, as she was.....not exactly dressed

She sat up taking the clothes from him getting dressed as he stumbled out of the room in his pj's and a blanket wrapped around him.

As the triplets sat on the couch grabbing their eggs "Where's bam-bam?"

"She'll be out in a sec" Matt spoke barely above a whisper.

Just then Bambi stumbled out of the room tiredly running her hand through her......'bed' head, before grabbing her egg and crawling under Matt's blanket with him. "Start the timer" She mumbled gently rocking the egg.

"I always forget she's not as nice when she first wakes up." Nick mumbled.

"Your mother."

"Bambi" Matt grumbled.

She sighed "I'm sorry, Mary Lou is the sweetest woman I know. What I really mean is, your fucking face."

A tired Chris started laughing softly pointing at Nick. "She got you man."

The camera cut a bit where Matt was sitting up with Bambi half asleep in his lap still rocking the egg tiredly.

"How've you guys been sleeping?" Nick mumbled to Matt and Bambi still mostly tired.

Matt shook his head and Bambi groaned a bit "not good."

"Why?"

".....We fell asleep like an hour ago."

Nick made a face "We went to sleep like 4 hours ago-" He cut himself off seeing the look on Matt's face. "Oh" he made a grossed out face.

"You asked"

The next several hours were pretty uneventful. Until the end. Nick Matt and Chris dropped their eggs and Matt's broke. Whick lead them to where they were now, Watching a video Matt made and edited talking about how he replicated, stole, and ate Nick and Chris' eggs.

"....Is it bad i've never found you hotter?" Bambi spoke after her, Nick and Chris sat silently for a few minutes.

Matt grinned kissing her head "Case in point to you two... Don't fuck with me."

Comments:

User414: Did Matt and Bambi just imply that the reason they were up so late was cause they were.... you know....

User222: Bambi walking out in MATTS shirt and boxers is wild

User778: SHE HAD SEX HAIR!

User111: Honestly.... Bambi's a mood

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[enha-roza]

MORE ENHYPEN JEALOUS MOMENTS

Enhypen x 8thmember!oc

synopsis : Times where the Enhypen members were jealous over Roza.

wc : 2.7k

Heeseung : “Where are you going?” Heeseung asked, popping his head into Roza’s room. “It's Ryujin’s birthday, she's invited some of us out for dinner.” “oh that will be nice.” And Roza blushed as she continued to get ready and Heeseung watched her. “You look pretty.” He whispered. “Okay, that's enough.” “Sorry, sorry.” He smiled making his way back to his room. Now sitting at his desk about to get on his game Jungwon walks in. “Did you see Roza, she's heading out now.” “yeah i just saw her.” Heeseung watched as Jungwon stood at the door like he wanted to say something. “What?” “did you know Keeho’s gonna be there.” Jungwon smirked as Heeseung snapped his head back to Jungwon. “What… Keeho’s going to Ryujin's birthday dinner?” “Yeah, Sooyoung just told me. Thought i should let you know.” Jungwon left knowing the chaos he caused in Heeseung’s head.

Should he call her or was that being too much. Heeseung sat in his chair, his mind going through all things that could happen. What if Keeho and Roza sit together, what if they talk and get closer. He needed to distract his mind with some games. A couple hours had passed and Roza still wasn't home, so Heeseung decided to make some ramen to pass more time. He served it up and sat eating while his thoughts overtook his mind. He hated how he felt when Roza was around Keeho. Yes they broke up but they ended things on good terms and are still friends. He shouldn't be jealous right? Heeseung didn't have anything against Keeho, he just didn't want him anywhere near Roza.

He finished eating and right before he went back to his room he heard the door open. And suddenly all that jealousy came right back. “How was the dinner…” Roza noticed the slight rage in his tone. “Good… what's up with you?” her voice slowed as she looked at him. “I don't know, why don't you ask Keeho.” Heeseung mumbles. “Keeho? Why would I ask him?” “I mean wasn't he there. Talking to you, bet he didn't leave you alone all night.” Roza left confused as Heeseung got more annoyed.

“Keeho wasn't there, it was just us girls. No need to get jealous.” Heeseung stood still as he processed what she just said. “But Jungwon said he was gonna be there…” “what? That makes no sense. Why would Jungwon know that?” “I don't know…” Roza laughed as Heeseung’s eyebrows furrowed. “You need to calm it with the Keeho hate. You're making it a bit obvious.” “I don't hate him…” Roza eyed him. “Yeah, sure Hee.” Now he stood in the doorway dumbfounded. Jungwon got him good.

Jay : Jay loved spending alone time with Roza, especially after a long week. So when Jay and Roza were relaxing in her room after a busy week of schedule, the last thing he needed was Niki coming in to disrupt them. “Noona can I join you guys?” “Yes Niki, you can.” Roza said joyfully, opening her arms to invite him for a hug. Which Niki accepted. Jay was pissed. That should be him, it felt silly. Him, jealous over Niki.

He knew Niki could tell, he was doing it on purpose to piss him off. And he hated that it was working. “Noona I missed you…” Niki smirked at Jay. “awe Niki, i missed you too.” Roza none the wiser played perfectly into Niki’s plan. “We should do something tomorrow. Maybe bowling?” “Funny you say that Jay and I are gonna go shopping tomorrow, you should come.” Jay sat up and stared at Roza. “umm, no he's not.” “why not?” “It was gonna be some alone time for us. Can do that if you have a giant baby hanging on your arms.” Roza laughed as Jay ranted.

“Woah, calm down Jay. Niki doesn't have to come, it was just a suggestion.” Niki giggled as Jay rolled his eyes. “Sorry hyung, i just wanted to spend time with my Noona.” “yeah whatever, I know what you were up to.” “And you still fell for it… I'm gonna go now.” Niki smirked once before he left the duo alone. “You missed me too, huh?” “yeah, yeah… come here.” Jay pulled Roza into a bear hug.

Jake : Jake has been playing League of Legends recently and Roza has also been wanting to play. Jake was more than happy to teach her. He and Roza had spent many nights up playing and Jake loved it. There's nothing more he loves than personal time. So when Jake came home from a schedule to find Roza and Sunghoon playing League of Legends, he felt something in his gut twist.

“What are you doing?” Jake asked as he stood behind Roza, watching her play. “Oh, I'm playing League of Legends with Sunghoon. He's really good, you know.” Jake's smile dropped. “I'm better than him though. Aren't i?” His eyes looked over her face as she stayed quiet. “Come on, you don't think Sunghoon is better than me?” “He's ranked higher than you. The facts don't lie, Jakey.” Jake rolled his eyes, annoyed but knowing he can't ignore the truth. “Fine. play with Sunghoon. I don't care…” Roza watched as Jake dragged his feet back to his room.

Roza quickly shut down her game and found her way to Jake's room. “Hey.” “What do you want?” Jake turned his back to Roza. “I wanna spend some time with you, is that a crime?” “Go spend time with Sunghoon.” Roza sighed as Jake still sat back facing her. She sat down and put her head against his back. “I'm sorry Yunnie, I was bored and Sunghoon offered to play.” Jake tried to hold back his smile. “God, you're hard to resist.” Roza laughed as Jake engulfed her in a hug. “Trust Me I know.”

Sunghoon : “For the next game you need to pair up with another member.” a staff member announced as they members looked at one another. Sunghoon’s eyes looked over at Roza and watched as she turned to look at Jay. “Jay, you and me?” Jay nodded and Roza joined his side. “Hyung us two?” Sunghoon’s head snapped around to Niki. “yeah…” Niki watched as his eyes continuously drifted back to Roza and Jay.

“This is the piggyback game. One of you has to piggyback the other while trying to complete certain tasks.” “oh this is gonna be easy!” Jay said excitedly. “That's not fair, me and Niki are tall.” Sunghoon complained, now more annoyed. “Sucks to suck.” Roza said, winking at him, reading his jealousy like a book. “Yeah, whatever.” He sighed.

The game continued with Roza and Jay as well as Heeseung and Sooyoung doing the best. “I'm telling you it's not fair. Of course the pair with the girls is gonna do better.” Niki whined. “Okay final game!” the members laughed as the staff members ignored Niki. “Roza, Jay and Heeseung, Sooyoung will stand on a piece of newspaper and everytime you will fold it and keep going till one team wins.” Sunghoon stood to the side watching as Jay held Roza on his back and Roza’s arms wrapped around his shoulders.

He could practically feel the jealousy all throughout his body. Sunghoon knows he is a jealous person, he knows that very well. But he just can't help it when he sees Roza with other members, whether it's friendly or not. In the end Heeseung and Sooyoung won the game. “We were so close, we'll win next time!” Jay said, hugging Roza. “Indeed Jay, we will.”

The members had finished filming and were heading to the cars to head back to the dorms. Roza saw Sunghoon sitting in the back seat and sat down next to him. She tried to lace her fingers with his but Sunghoon pulled away and turned to look out the window. “Okay grumpy.” She smiled, knowing in time he will open up again. Roza watched as Sunghoon’s hand moved to hold hers. “Knew it.” She smirked. “Shut up..” embarrassment reddening his cheeks.

Sunoo : Roza, Sunoo and Sooyoung were going shopping for some new clothes as Winter was coming to an end and summer was not long away. “Ooh, let's go in here.” Sooyoung pointed as she dragged the other two into a store. “Omg all the clothes are so pretty.” Sunoo noticed that all the clothes were tailored towards women. Dresses, skirts and women's lingerie. “Unnie let's try these on.” Sooyoung pulled out two matching dresses. “I'll just wait out here…” Sunoo said, taking a seat outside the dressing rooms.

This is not how he planned his day to go. It was originally supposed to be just him and Roza but both got busy and had to put off their plans till another day. That being today. He loved having Sooyoung around but it wasn't wrong for him to want some alone time with each of his members. “What do you think?” Sunoo looked up to see Roza standing in front of him. “Wow, that suits you so well! You definitely have to get it.” Roza smiled and Sooyoung joined her side, matching dress adorned. “You too, Soongie.”

Time passed as the trio furthered their look for clothes. Sunoo’s jealousy was starting to get the best of him, he was starting to get snappy with both girls. “We should go in here!” “ugh, really? It's all female clothes, nothing for me..” Sunoo deadpanned at Sooyoung. “Well we're girls, where else are we supposed to shop.” Sooyoung eyed him back as she went in anyways. “Aren't you going in?” “nah, I think i'll stay out here with you.” Roza smiled at him but Sunoo’s expression stayed blank.

“You okay?” ‘yeah…” Roza watched as Sunoo stared blankly into space. “Sorry, I know we were meant to have our own time together.” “it's okay… things come up. We'll just have to plan another day soon.” Roza nodded and linked her arms with Sunoo. “I like the sound of that.” Sunoo now smiled, happy for plans to be back on track.

Sooyoung : The two girls were getting the makeup done for the award show that Enhypen was attending that night. Roza sat in the chair next to Sooyoung, she was on her phone messaging someone. “Who are you talking to?” Sooyoung questioned. “Oh, it's Wonyoung! We're gonna go get some dinner together after the shows done.” “oh nice…” Sooyoung looked away. Roza noticed it, she knew something was up. “You good?” Sooyoung looked confused. “I'm fine..”

Later the members were sitting watching the other groups perform when IVE members came to sit down. Sooyoung watched as Roza and Wonyoung chatted back and forth. She didn't know why she got this feeling in her stomach but it didn't make her feel good. “Hey, you don't look good.” Heeseung questioned as Sooyoung tried to focus on the performance. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired I think?” Heeseung nodded, brushing it off.

The award show came to an end and the members were now getting ready to head back to the dorms. Sooyoung settled into her seat ready to fall asleep for the drive back, when someone yanked her headphones out of her ears. “Going to sleep so soon?” Sooyoung sat shocked as Roza sat down next to her. “What are you doing?” “going to the dorm.” “What about your dinner?” Roza put the earbud she pulled out into her own ear. “Decided not to go, tired.” she snuggled next to her resting her own head on Sooyoung's shoulder. “You don't mind do you?” Sooyoung's smile stretched across her face. “Fine with me.” she whispered resting her head on Roza’s.

Jungwon : Tensions were high. It was award show season and the members schedules were packed, with very few days off. Roza was usually Jungwon’s right hand woman when it came to leading the members. She helped him wangle the members when they weren't listening. And he very rarely got mad at her. This time was different. Jungwon was on thin ice with everyone, no matter what they did Jungwon was bound to find something to get annoyed about. One reason came when Roza and Jake were playing around and not listening to Jungwon. At first he watched as they played around and slowly felt this bubbling jealousy in his chest. “Yah! Are you actually gonna listen?" The room went silent as Jake and Roza apologized and the members went back to practicing.

As time went on the members were almost done practicing and were taking a quick water break. “Okay let's go over everything once more.” the choreographer said as they got ready to continue. Jungwon looked over and noticed Roza and Sunghoon still talking, taking their sweet time. He wasn't sure why but it annoyed him. “Hurry up you two!” His eyes dug into Roza specifically. “Jeez, we're coming.” Roza said, rolling her eyes, now annoyed herself as Jungwon continued to seemingly single her out. The other members also noticing the tension.

“Stop messing up will you…” Jungwon grumbled to Roza as she kept messing up. “The more you mess up, the longer we have to stay here.” He said as the room went quiet. “I'm sorry…” Roza whispered. “Won ease up-” Heeseung tried to say before Jungwon glared at him, shushing him. “You haven't been paying attention this whole practice. Now would be a good time to start.”

Practice came to an end shortly after and it was time to leave. Jungwon was first to the cars as the other members came one after another. Jungwon noticed Roza wasn't in the car as Sunghoon came in last, shutting the door. “Where's Roza?” “She's staying late to go over the dance a couple more times.” Jungwon had already realized he let his jealousy get ahead of him. “Let me get out.” He quickly ran up to the practice room to find Roza sitting in the corner half asleep.

The noise of Jungwon arriving woke Roza and she quickly stood. “I was just about to practice. I promise I'll be better by tomorrow." This broke Jungwon’s heart. “No it's okay. I… I came to apologize.” “No, it's fine. It's my fault, I should have been paying attention.” Jungwon walked closer and grabbed Roza pulling her into a hug. “Please don't be sorry. It's my fault, I Lashed out at you. I was stressed and a little… jealous” he mumbled the last part. “What?” “huh?” Jungwon tried to play it off. “Jealous… why?” “Uhh, I don't know. We don't need to dwell on it. Let's go home.” “You love me too much don't you.” “maybe..” Jungwon smiled as the pair finally headed home.

Niki : Roza was set to do a dance collab with Yeonjun of TXT for an upcoming award show. Niki was curious about what dance they were gonna do, so decided to tag along and watch them. The duo arrived to find Yeonjun already warming up. “Hey guys!” “Hey Yeonjun!” Niki watched from the side as they began learning their dance.

If he were honest, he was a little annoyed that he wasn't picked to do a dance with Roza. Him and Roza made a great pair. He would have made a better pair than her and Yeonjun. Coming out of his thoughts he watched as both complemented each other, clearly enjoying working together. “I need air..” Niki muttered to himself as he went to get some water. Standing in the hallway not ready to endure another hour of jealousy, Niki decided to wander around the HYBE building.

An hour and a half passed before Niki heard his name being called. “Niki, what are you doing over here?” He turned around to find Roza standing at the end of the hallway. “Oh Noona. I was just getting some water…” “for the past hour? Are you okay?” She questioned as she slowly made her way towards him. Niki could feel his ears getting hot as she eyed him. “Yeah…” “are you sure, you can tell me anything you know.” Niki now felt bad. Roza clearly was worried about him. “I got a little jealous…” he whispered. “What? Say that again?” “I got a little jealous that you were dancing with Yeonjun.” He watched as her lips formed a little smile. “Don't laugh!” “I'm not! I promise, I'm not…” Roza held back her giggle as Niki pouted his duck lips in embarrassment. “Noona…” “I'm sorry. It's cute, okay.” “yeah whatever.” Niki rolled his eyes running away from her. “Wait Niki. Come back!”

a/n : hope yall like this <3

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tuna mayo ! miya osamu

chapter five – post shower surprise

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22:46.

You stepped out of your foggy shower, and grabbed your towel. As you began to wipe leftover droplets of water off yourself, you couldn’t help but think about the events that had happened earlier in the day.

School wasn’t terrible today, as you only had two lectures, and–

You began to shake your head ‘no’, while continuing to dry yourself.

Oh, my apologies, not that early.

Right, at about 14:30 today, [L/N] [F/N] ate lunch at Onigiri Miya after Sakusa Kiyoomi had ditched her. The owner, Miya Osamu grabbed her plate from her table, and put it on the counter, while basically telling her to eat while conversing with him, so she wouldn’t be lonely. The best part? He asked her for her phone number before she left for work.

As you finally began to put your undergarments on, a small redness appeared on your face. Just the whole thought of it was making butterflies appear in your stomach. A feeling you haven’t felt since highschool.

Your mind eventually moved on from Osamu, and moved to work. Your eyebrows began to furrow, as it all came back to you.

To put it simply, the PR team for the MSBY Black Jackals decided to make a TikTok, essentially asking each member “Who would be the first to go to jail, and what would they be in for?”. You were a part of this video, due to being chosen to be the interviewer.

Earlier, 15:49.

“Do you all understand how this video is gonna go, or should I go over it once more?”

You were currently in the main gym, standing in front of all members of the team with a small microphone in your hand. You look to see everybody shaking their heads, giving you the ‘go ahead.’

“Great. I’ll give you guys some time to prepare your answers.” You turn to look at Meian, and speak again. “Meian, you’re first, alright?”

He gave you a thumbs up, and with that being said, the older members split into their own group, laughing about who they’re going to choose, Bokuto and Atsumu went to the locker room to quickly fix themselves up, and Hinata and Sakusa walked over to you. It’s safe to say that you were still somewhat upset over Sakusa leaving so abruptly, and as they approached, you crossed your arms. Hinata was the first to talk.

“Hi [L/N]! You excited to be in the video? It’s your first time, right?” 

You nodded your head. “Yeah, I guess I am pretty excited.” You then quickly look at Sakusa, and can see him visibly tense up. “So, how was the early practice? Hmmm?”

He side eyed the ginger for a short period of time, and eventually did a full 90 degree bow. This caught you by surprise, causing you to step back.

“I’m sorry for ditching you, [L/N]. Truth be told, there was no early practice.”

Your eyes widened, and numerous thoughts began running through your head. You were right about him lying to you! You were so right to the point where you didn’t even catch the fact that Hinata had also stiffened, and began to lightly sweat.

Was Sakusa about to rat him out?

“I knew it. So, what were you doing then?” You asked once more as Sakusa began to straighten himself up from his bow.

Before the taller man could speak, Hinata spoke instead. “Ohhh, Sakusa ditched you? Now, why would he do that?” He put his pointer finger on his chin, and began to tap on it lightly, trying to imitate someone who was thinking deeply.

You squinted your eyes, and made a face of disgust. “Why are you acting like that?”

“Acting like what?!” 

The way that Hinata immediately defended himself attracted the attention of everyone else in the gym, due to the loudness of his voice, causing them to stare for a bit, and eventually return back to their conversations.

You sighed dramatically and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Sakusa, it’s fine that you ditched me. I just wish that you actually told me why you wanted to leave. Hinata, I don’t even know why you’re being weird. Is there something you want to tell me?”

You look at him, and cross your arms once more, while he begins to scratch the back of his head with an awkward smile plastering his face. “Nope. Sorry, [L/N]!”

“Okaaay…” You moved your head more to the left, seeing the camera man waving his hand at you. “Well, I gotta go start this video. See y’all soon.” 

With that, you walked past the both of them, and once you were out of earshot, Sakusa nudged Hinata’s side harshly.

“Ow, Sakusa! What was that for?” Hinata whined, rubbing the side of his torso.

“What was that for? You almost exposed us, you idiot.” 

“Almost exposed what?” Sakusa gasped lighty and Hinata screamed while the both of them simultaneously turned around, to be met with Atsumu’s curious face.

“U–uh, well um-mm–”

“HINATA!” 

Before Hinata could mutter out an answer, the three of them turned their heads to look at a raging [Y/N], with her pointer finger covering her mouth, indicating for them to shut up.

Present time, 22:47.

Even though you decided that you would drop the fact that Hinata and Sakusa were acting oddly suspicious, it still kind of stuck with you.

As you finished putting on your sweatpants and hoodie, you couldn’t help but wonder what they were possibly plotting. ‘Could they be trying to surprise me with something? No, maybe not.’

Using your head to think about these things was ultimately frustrating. You did say you would drop it, so eventually, that’s what you did. You took the towel out of your head, and began to put in as many products as needed, resulting in you letting it air dry.

Finally, your nightly routine was finished. The only thing left was to scroll mindlessly for about an hour before falling asleep. After you walked out of your bathroom, you quickly went to your living room to clean any excess things, such as organizing throw pillows, putting any water cups in the sink, etc.

As you were doing that, your phone was lying comfortably on the arm of your couch. You heard a singular ‘buzz’ coming from it, and went to go check on it.

When you saw the notification you didn’t expect, you immediately this rew it across the room. Thank heavens your floor was carpet.

Your hands covered your mouth as you began to feel a rush going through your head. ‘He texted that fast?! I thought it was going to take him at least a couple of days before actually texting me! What the–’

You sped walked to the spot where you threw your phone, ultimately picking it up and responding.

You quickly sat down on the couch, and put your phone next to you. 

‘Is this actually happening?’

Yes, [Y/N], this is actually happening. You’re about to facetime Miya Osamu. Truth to be told, you didn’t even need five minutes. You live by yourself, meaning your apartment is usually clean most of the time, but there can be small messes here and there.

In the five minutes you had before facetiming him, you turned all your lights off, except your floor lamp to create a chill atmosphere, and got comfy on the couch, making sure you were in a position you were able to actually relax in.

Finally, you feel the vibrations of your phone, and mentally prepare yourself. Words could not even describe the excitement you were feeling right now. Was he feeling the same way?

After a few buzzes went by, you answered.

[bold + italics are osamu, bold is you]

“Hello?”

“Hey, Miya.”

He was sitting at a desk with a couple papers scattered around, most likely to do with his business. From what you could see, he looked pretty normal, not tired at all. He was wearing a white tee that hugged him in all the right places. You couldn’t help but wonder if he wore that for you.

“Yer livin’ room all clean now?”

You smiled, and responded, turning the camera to face towards your ceiling. “All clean. Would’ve been done earlier if you hadn’t distracted me, though.”

He chuckled, and averted his eyes to something that was most likely on his walls. He looked back at the camera, and put arms on his desk.

“Where’s yer face at?”

You smirked, and responded. “Why do you want to see my face?”

“Well first of all, it’s called Facetime for a reason. Second…”

He didn’t speak for a bit, and you stared at your phone, awaiting an answer.

“I miss your face. I uh– I know it’s kinda strange ta’ even say that, but yeah.”

You thought that was a good answer. A really good answer. You grabbed one of your pillows, and laid it flat, balancing your phone with it, basically giving him what he wanted.

“Thereee we go.” You couldn’t even hide the smile present on your face, and due to that, he began to smile as well.

“Happy?”

“Very. Now, how was work today?”

As the both of you began to converse about your shift, you didn’t even think about how nervous you were. Talking with Osamu was like talking to an old friend of yours. He didn’t make you uncomfortable one bit, and you really appreciated that. It just felt all too natural.

“Wait, so Sakusa and Hinata were actin’ weird?”

“Yes! I swear I don’t know what’s up with them, but I kinda just decided to not think too much into it.”

“I see. Did he at least end up apologizin’ for ditch’ ya?”

“He did.”

There was a small gap of silence between the two of you since you knew you had more to say, but didn’t know how to word it.

“Ya’know, Miya…”

He let out a “hm?” while still keeping his eyes on your face.

“I’m kinda glad he left me.”

“Yer glad that yer friend left ya all alone?”

“Well, no. I didn’t like that. But, if he didn’t, then we wouldn’t have talked as much as we did earlier.”

You could visually see him begin to think, and once he started nodding his head slowly, you figured that he understood it.

“Ya gotta point.”

“Right?”

Your many conversations with one another ended up going until 1:22 in the morning, until you decided to end the call. You were getting tired, and he was as well.

1:22.

“Miya.”

“Yeah?”

“I hate to end the call, but I can feel myself dozing off.”

He laughed, and grabbed his phone. “I can tell.”

You began to fiddle with your fingers while smiling, but then, you remembered what’s been on your mind since the first time the two of you met.

“Hey, before we hang up, can I talk to you about something real quick?”

“Go for it, no need ta’ ask.”

“Okay, well I– um…” You avert your eyes to your ceiling for a second, before continuing. “I’d rather not really tell anybody, especially Atsumu, that we’re… in communication. Well, for now, at least.”

He stayed silent for a bit, staring at his phone. You also didn’t speak up, as you didn’t even know what else to say.

You heard a small hum come from the other line. “Yeah, I kinda wanted ta’ mention that to you as well. He’s gonna go nuts if he finds out I’m talkin’ to ya.”

“Oh, why?”

“In all fairness, you were his friend first. Somethin’ I learned growin’ up with him, is that he doesn’t like sharin’ his friends.”

“Well, you know what? Tell him to shut up.”

Osamu laughed, causing you to start giggling. After that little fiasco was over, the both of you just looked at each other's faces. You were analyzing, and he was admiring.

“Goodnight, Miya.”

“Goodnight, [L/N]. Come back to Onigiri Miya, alright?”

“You know it.”

𐙚 Bonus

“Who would be the first to go to jail, and what would they be in for?” You held the microphone up to each individual player, awaiting their answers.

Meian: “Barnes, for sure. He’d be in for probably killing some people. I think he’s secretly in the American mafia.”

Tomas: “Inunaki, because he would be a drug dealer, and when I say drugs, I mean cocaine, ecstasy, etcetera.”

Bokuto: “Uhhhhhhh… Meian! I dunno, he seems like the type who would randomly hit someone with a baseball bat!”

Sakusa: “Bokuto. He’d be in for tax evasion.”

Barnes: “Bokuto, and something to do with not filing his taxes.”

Hinata: “Oh, for sure Bokuto! I don’t think he does his taxes!”

Inunaki: “Meian, but I don’t know what he would be in for. Maybe… maybe breaking traffic laws?”

Atsumu: “Who do I think would be in jail?” He points at you. “You. Knowin’ you, you’d probably commit genocide.”

*everybody silently agrees*

[Y/N]: “It has to be someone on the actual team, asshole.”

Atsumu: “Oh… uh, Bokuto. Tax evasion.”

Bokuto: “Stop choosing me! I do my taxes!”

Atsumu: “Then stop yer complainin’ about it, would ya?!”

author's notes !

𐙚 little bit of a filler episode since i didn't really know what to write , but it's cute , ain't it ?

𐙚 happy valentines day !! love ya , reader-chan ٩(＾◡＾)۶

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[ajmakoko]

Because of a beef of 2 possible psyops happening on TikTok that blew up in the last day or so.

Where one creator was anti-Democrat and explaining why they voted 3rd party. Then was told that they hurt trans ppl if they didn't vote for Kamala because Trump will hurt transppl more including with medicaid cuts. The first creator said they didn't care because to them Kamala still supports genocide in Gaza so they couldn't vote for her but they understood why other trans ppl might due to their medical needs.

Then another creator (that truscum overwhelmingly supports) got mad about this and said that they weren't really trans, they look cis so they aren't affected by trans legislation, that ciswomen aren't harmed by anti-trans laws, that transitioning should be equated with medical transition partially for medical treatment reasons and partially for reasons relating to how society sees them. They also emphasized AGAB a lot, even though this info wasn't disclosed or particularly relevant (they assumed AGAB) and then went on a rant about specifically AFAB people who are nonbinary (some TERFy rhetoric tbh). When called out for this, they and their defenders say that the 2nd creator is a black transwoman, the most in danger of all trans ppl from Trump's policies, so no one is allowed to disagree with her. And to go back to the voting topic, ig they don't see the inherent fascism in demanding someone vote how you demand - that that takes away the point of a vote in the first place.

This has caused an explosion of transmedicalism debate. It's still ongoing. Unfortunately, the transmedicalism side has significantly more creators making videos and talking about it. Like really really unfortunately. And the takes are so bad - tbh I didn't expect the regression I'm seeing in education, civil rights, food safety, science, history, etc, to also affect trans education/discourse online but it really has.

For the record, I am genderfluid, do not support transmedicalism, understand gender affirming care can look like many things, hang with homeless trans ppl and trans ppl from many different backgrounds, voted for Kamala. I strongly believe in civil rights and making sure everyone gets the right to vote how they want. I think it was obvious Trump was and is horrifyingly bad. I have had a hard time being chill with people who didn't vote out of apathy (not protest) or who voted for Trump, but truly I tend to blame the Democrats for not earning those voters, and even if they had gotten everything 3rd party vote, they wouldn't have won most likely. Attacking 3rd parties does nothing politically for Dems.

The solution is not then to police votes, but to earn them. Like do your jobs, Dems.

But instead they policed the first creator's trans status and tried to argue with them via appeal to authority for some reason (arguably emotional abuse), and invalidating and gatekeeping them. Like with really transphobic stuff, too. Ig the 2nd creator is an established trans creator (I've never heard of her but I do more in the drag scenes than whatever this creator is involved in), and have been accused of transmedicalism in the past. This creator I guess also has a LONG history of saying TERFy, self hating trans things (according to critics, idk, its just what I read) and has been in controversies for years about hateful things she said about NonBinary folx (I have since learned).

And so maybe at least 1 creator is a psyop meant to make trans ppl want to die. I certainly felt extremely extremely shitty after reading that discourse, when previously I was happy with who I am and my gender as described (and I am doing better now that I've regulated some). Particularly upsetting was the alienating transmedicalism trying to gaslight me that, for instance, homeless trans people who cannot access doctors are somehow advantaged. Brandon Teena was somehow advantaged being AFAB when he was murdered, because he wasn't on hormones so technically he could have passed as a woman if he wanted to or needed to. Really seemed to help him a lot, all that privilege (/s). And if he were still alive, would he be forced to vote how random people tell him who claim they are more disadvantaged than him, even though there's no real way to compare? I mean, that he was murdered kinda shows he was less advantaged than the annoying content creators making money off our suffering demanding we vote in a particular way.

Fuck this timeline.

Why am I seeing a rise in transmedicalism and truscum bullshit? I thought we were past this.

[hxrsheykisses]

Plsplspls gimme the eltingville club members with a rlly trashy punk reader. Like 2000s trashy but just so happens to like pink and junk plsplsplspls I think it'd honestly be so funny 🙏🙏

-🦇

JEEZ! PETE THOUGHT YOU WERE A BADDIE! He was the first one to spot you out walking on the sidewalk, looking all sexy and shit and he knew he had to take a shot. This didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of his crew, and they understood why Pete went all cornball when they saw you.

You were the stuff—you ARE the stuff! It’s crazy how they never seen you before around her, and what were you doing in a neighborhood like this anyway? What really pieced you together was your style, you just stuck out in the most alluring way possible and they couldn’t take their eyes off of you.

It took them a LONG time to get the courage to talk to you. Pete? He tried numerous times to get you to slide your number but Bill, Josh, and Jerry held him back from doing so because they didn’t need him scaring you off. It was an awkward moment…weird. They haven’t ever seen a girl like you before just prancing around. It was new for them!

Turns out, you’re a pretty cool gal! You had that vibe to you where it just had that confident punch to it. You weren’t overly bitchy, you weren’t loud and obnoxious—and you weren’t a “stupid femoid” either. You had class!

Your outfits were both cool and…weird combos but hey! You wore them out anyway despite the contrast and how some of the patterns on the clothes didn’t come together—you made it come together! It was how you held yourself that kept them going—it was pleasing to see and kinda hot too.

All this confidence would make them kinda intimidated by you because again, they never had a girl around them before and they are all useless. When you first started hanging with them, they thought that eventually you’d just turn up to be a stuck up bitch who just kept them around because you had nothing better to do or you wanted to pull a joke off them. So it was a tough couple of weeks for all of you because of that distrust and wariness.

Mall shopping was like…a 24/7 thing. You were constantly upgrading your closet with the jumbo amount of clothes you’d buy and made them follow behind you while carrying all of your bags. Of course they didn’t say anything (Bill may have but not for long) cause I mean…you’re a baddie. And who knows when they’ll get lucky like this again?!

Other people in the neighborhood would be confused…like HELLA confused! What’s a girl like YOU hanging out with boys like THEM? It didn’t add up right! There was like mini controversy about this cause how did they bag the baddie of the neighborhood??? Don’t get me STARTED on Joe’s ass either cause he was making faces and shit wondering why you waltzed up in his shop with his most annoying ass regulars? AND comes to find out that you hanging around them? Yeah, he definitely pulled the guys aside and told them that you were probably gonna dump them on the side of the road—he was the one that egged on that toxic thoughts of distrust in the beginning.

You guys are just weird. You’re a weird bunch.A VERY contrast bunch. You’ll have to get the boys in check sometimes because they can be a little TOO weird and creepy and you wouldn’t stand alongside some nasty little boys who have jack off rituals. You can’t STAND it when they argue either cause it’s always some petty shit and they are WAY too grown to be acting out like that and their parents aren’t doing shit hardly so you gotta step in! Put them in their place GIRL!

Also, anybody who is in that 2000s style, you are lowkey a BADDIE. Idc. All the outfits eat every single time.

[ribbonsfallaway]

I keep making post after post venting about how this show, especially this last part of the show was handled, and I want to make one from maybe a more rationally explained side.

Look I get the argument, "the show started with Johnny and Miguel, so it should end with them." As much as it makes me roll my eyes into the back of my head I do understand. However that doesn't mean Robby isn't important. Despite what some fans and the writers want us to believe.

I'd get if they had Miguel win at the end cause he's this gen's "Karate Kid", that's fine. My issue lies in the fact that Robby isn't allowed one win. Not just in a tournament sense, but in a personal sense. The show starts off with Johnny being a deadbeat loser father and Robby being the victim of him being a drunken deadbeat loser father. I'm sorry if that sounds harsh, but it's the truth. And the thing is to me Johnny didn't really try with Robby to be a better father. Sure you can spin he "tried", and Robby was "stubborn" but every time he did try and Robby fought him on it, Johnny fought back, and didn't actually allow his son to be angry. At least not to him. Sure he'd cry to Carmen, Miguel, etc., about how much of a screw up he was. Still somehow painting himself as a victim in all of this. But he never stated how much he messed up really with the one person who deserved it the most, and needed it the most. Robby. His son. Because I feel as much as Robby gave Johnny shit, the moments he had the door open for him… He just fucked up. Like I do feel like there was a doorway after the s1 tournament in early-s2. Robby very much expressed how you know he is trying, but it's going to take time. Instead of respecting this and instead of Johnny saying he'd try and gets it, he fights back that "he gets he screwed up" but he doesn't have to hang with Daniel. Daniel by the way being the one at this time to actually try and be there for Robby, and be a father figure to him. So Robby snaps back. That for some reason is the only thing people can focus on, and "poor Johnny!" for how "Robby speaks to him." Which… Whatever.

In season 3, there are a couple doors open for Johnny. That once more he messes up. When he's supposed to visit Robby at juvie after the school fight, and once more chooses Miguel over him. Just as he had been the first 2 seasons. Even after that when Johnny does go visit him Robby once more actually has some leeway with him here, he's upset at first but when he sees a somewhat efford on Johnny's end he relents and is accepting. It isn't until Robby finds out Johnny once more ditched him for Miguel that things blow up. And Johnny doesn't try to apologize on this end, he just pretty much places all blame on Robby for that, and yeah Robby fucked up badly during the school fight but really isn't rewarded the nuance of it I feel? And all the elements that went into that day, and fight. Except from Kreese really, and that's a whole other thing. That will just make this post longer.

And Johnny sure as shit didn't try in season 4 after Robby joined Cobra Kai. The scene at his apartment does not count at all because it was Robby who went there, and Johnny just tried to lecture him instead of inviting him in to talk things out. But whatever, and somehow at the end of the season somehow Johnny is miraculously forgiven despite doing not a thing to earn it. And see this is what bugged me here that it was Robby the child who had to let go of the anger, and not Johnny the 50-something year old adult man who had to earn it. And after that their relationship is all healed and after this Robby is never allowed to complain again because when he was justifiably angry the show punished him for it, and made it his problem. Not Johnny's.

So we have this aspect of it all of Robby not being chosen first ever by Johnny or anyone in his life frankly, because yeah Shannon went to rehab for him, and got better but we're not allowed to really see that. Hell maybe that would have made things a bit better. That we saw Robby had Shannon on his side, and would start choosing him.

We didn't get his relationship with Daniel really repaired. Yes they're on good terms but God I would have really loved to see them make up. The show loves to harp on how important Johnny and Miguel are, but frankly IMHO I feel Johnny and Daniel are just as important, and while I never truly was able to be on board with Johnny and Miguel I loved Daniel and Robby because Daniel for a time gave Robby what he needed until that blew to hell and the writers just brushed over them as if they weren't important.

We have this personal part of Robby's life to where he's never chosen once by anyone, and some I get, but others I can not accept. But it's Miguel who Johnny always picks over him. And in part 2 of this season a scene that also should have happened with Johnny and Robby only was reserved for Johnny and Miguel. Hell what I find worse is we never once see Johnny apologize to Robby and explain it was never him that was the problem, it was Johnny and he regrets how much he hurt him. What we do get is somehow Robby in this part of the season happy karate came into his life cause it gave him Johnny. Despite you know Johnny not doing a thing to earn it. Sorry I will die on this hill.

And I think this is what makes Robby fans upset about him losing at the end. Because maybe if in the past he was allowed one win, or if the writers spent half as much time on Johnny and Robby as they did Johnny and Miguel and validated Robby's feelings it would be OK. If the show showed us how important Robby was to the people in his iife and valued for that it would be OK. But we don't even get that. Not really.

And sure Robby gets a "good ending" but it felt shoehorned in to appease fans so Cobra Kai could come out on top.

And listen I get the show is called "Cobra Kai" but I could get into another rant about why just because the show is called Cobra Kai doesn't mean they always need to be the winners.

So really it's not in just a physical sense Robby never gets to win, it's in a personal sense, and on all that he's never allowed to be upset about it without the narrative framing him as in the wrong, or punishing him for it. Robby is truly never validated in any sense in this series, and as a fan it's frustrating to watch.

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My gift for @an-akward-ace as part of the gift exchange :))

@outsiders-gift-exchanges

“Mama?” Darry asks as he creeps out of the hallway and into the living room. Mama’s on the couch, feet tucked underneath her, book in her hands. She looks up and worry crawls onto her face. 

“Darry? What’s wrong?”

He walks up to the couch tentatively and sits down next to her. “Am I a bad person?”

“What?” Mama closes her book and puts it on the couch armrest. “Why would you think that?”

“Sometimes— sometimes I think I don’t…” He looks at her guiltily for a moment before looking away. “Sometimes I think Ponyboy doesn’t love me.”

“Honey,” Mama murmurs, putting her hand on Darry’s shoulder, “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t—” Darry looks down again. “I don’t know. When I told him to go away because I wanted to play with Mark and Andrew he started crying and wouldn’t talk to me for a week. An’ he gets way more mad at me than at Soda but I’m a lot less annoying than Soda.”

Mama runs her hand through Darry’s hair and he curls up against her, just young enough to not be embarrassed. “Oh, Darry, that don’t mean he don’t love you. It just means he gets cranky sometimes. Maybe y’all mess up sometimes, but that don’t mean nothin’. Everyone does.” 

She pauses for a moment. 

“You ever notice that sometimes we’re all real quiet at dinner and Pa an’ me won’t look at each other?” Darry nods slowly. “Love ain’t perfect, and it ain’t about wantin’ to be with someone all the time, or never gettin’ mad. Only place you’ll see that is in the movies.”

Darry nods again, but doesn’t answer. 

“Say— weren’t you reading Ponyboy a story before he went to sleep?”

Darry looks up at her and nods. “We’ve read it a bunch before but he never wants ta read anything else.”

“Does anyone else ever read it to him?”

“The story?” Mama nods. “No. Says he only likes how I read it. But it’s just ‘cause I do more voices than you.”

“How ‘bout walking home from school? Pa could go pick him up in the car, wouldn’t that be faster?”

“Yeah…” Darry’s not quite sure where this is going. “But that way he knows what the city’s like and doesn’t get lost when he’s older and stuff.”

“Right. What about how Ponyboy asked for a football for his birthday even though he’d been talking about that colouring book for months? What about how he won’t go to sleep without a ‘Darry hug’ because he says it’s better than other hugs?”

Darry doesn’t know what to say so he looks down at his hands. 

“Love ain’t perfect, honey. You don’t always wanna be with someone and sometimes you’re gonna get mad and, Dar,—” He looks up at her “ — that’s fine. Love’s in the little things that add up, and yeah, sometimes something’s gonna subtract some, but that don’t take away from all of what you’ve built.” 

…

Darry steps into the house with a loud sigh. 

No one’s around to hear it. 

He can’t be bothered to take his boots off, no matter how much he dreads having to clean the house afterwards, because it’s just grabbing the grocery list and taking off again. 

Just grabbing the gro— oh, shit. Where is it? 

A groan starts poking its way out of Darry’s chest. 

Why him? Why now? Why at the end of the work day, when the only thing keeping him standing is the thought of a bath once he gets back? 

He looks around the same place again, hoping the bright yellow sticky note somehow flew under his radar. 

It didn’t. 

In a couple cabinets, on the floor, inside drawers— by the time Darry’s looked through the whole kitchen, he’s shuffled around so much the floor’s covered with dirt. Because his shoes are still on. Because it was supposed to be quick. Because the list was supposed to be right there and it’s actually a tiny thing and he can probably remember everything anyways but the list needed to be there and he doesn’t have the stupid list and he just want to sleep but he need to make dinner and where the fuck is that list—

“Oh, hey, Darry!” Soda walks in and holds the door for Steve, who comes in behind him. Both their arms are full of groceries. 

Everything that was on the list. 

“Thought we’d get ahead on groceries since your shift’s longer’n normal today.”

Steve doesn’t add anything, but grunts in Darry’s general direction, so he gathers it’s a form of greeting.

“Oh,” Darry says, trying to keep his voice calm and hide the fact that he was about to break down because of something as stupid as not finding a sticky note. “How much was it?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Steve says, setting his bag down at the kitchen table. “Old man kicked me out again last week. S’on him.”

…

“Hey, Darry?” Darry stops and turns around from where he was heading towards the kitchen. 

“Yeah, Pone?” 

“Can you stand there for a second and put your hands behind your back?”

Darry stares at him, confused, before doing as he asks. 

“And tilt your head a bit to the right— wait, no, my right, your left.”

A couple moments go by. Ponyboy’s scribbling something in his notebook, looking up at Darry and back down quickly.  

“Can I move now?”

“Just one more second…” He erases something, draws it again, and holds his notebook up next to Darry. “Okay, thanks.”

Darry heads towards him. “Can I see it?”

Ponyboy covers his notebook hurriedly. “When it’s finished.”

“Okay, okay.” Darry holds his hands up in mock innocence.

…

Darry tries not to worry too much about Ponyboy. Their parents were never very controlling, and generally any of them could leave for hours without facing too much questioning. 

He tries not to, but the problem is that Ponyboy never thinks, no matter how much Darry tries to get him to. He’d mouth off to a Soc because he just didn’t notice they had a knife, or walk home all alone at night without realising he was holding a neon sign that said “jump me”. Honestly, even being run over because he didn’t bother to look both ways is an option at this point. 

“We didn’t get into any trouble,” Johnny says. Darry blinks at him. Pony and Johnny have just come back from the drive-in — they went alone this week — and Ponyboy’s gone to his room to get something to show Johnny, who’s wandered into the kitchen to talk to Darry. 

The last time the two of them talked alone must be at least a year ago. 

“Weren’t even any Socs nearby. All in their cars.”

And without another word, Johnny walks out of the kitchen as Ponyboy comes storming back into the living room.

…

“Kicked out again?”

“Got mad at me for bein’ away too much and decided to kick me out.”

“Huh.”

“I saw y’all didn't have any tomatoes so I picked some up on the way. Got a discount, too.”

“Yeah?”

Steve wiggles his fingers. “Five finger discount.”

…

Darrel Shaynne Curtis is defying all the laws of physics and biology because he is utterly dead inside and yet somehow still walking. If he has to take another step his joints will fall apart like rusty gears on an old clock. 

And for some reason his house has to be full of fucking people. 

People he loves, but people nonetheless. 

Annoying people. Loud people. People who apparently do not know the definition of shutting the fuck up. 

No amount of affection for the gang can stop Darry from crossing the line into homicidal if one more person screams across the room for something completely unnecessary. 

“Hey, Superman.” Dally says with a light smirk as he sinks into the couch next to Darry. 

Darry looks up and nods. 

“How ya doin’?” Now here’s the part where Darry’s supposed to say “meh” or “as good as I can be, I guess” or something along those lines. Or he should at least shrug. 

All of that requires energy, though, energy that Darry does not have, so he just hums. 

“Yeah, I get that.” 

Dally stays next to him, quiet and thoughtful for a moment. 

“Hey, y’all wanna go to the drag races?” 

Dally’s question is met with a chorus of whoops that make Darry’s head throb, and in a matter of minutes, the whole gang’s out the door.  

Dallas walks out the door, then strays back in just before the door closes. He turns the lights off and Darry sighs in relief, the pressure finally gone from his eyes. 

He stops again just before stepping out the door and turns back towards Darry.  

“There’s still some cake left in the freezer, I saved ya a couple slices of bread, and Two-Bit left a bit of peanut butter in the jar.”

Darry musters a soft “thanks”, and Dally nods. 

The door closes with a soft click.

…

“Darry!” Darry raises his eyebrows. He’s just closed the door behind him, work boots still on, and Ponyboy’s running towards him with a grin on his face. 

“Why’re you so happy to see me?”

“I finished it!” Darry blinks at him once. Twice.

“What’d you finish?”

“The drawing!”

Ponyboy holds out his notebook, and right there, in the middle of the page, is Darry. He’s made the kitchen doorway vaguely in the background, but it’s in black and white while Darry is in colour. 

And it’s— well, it’s impressive to say the least. Darry knew that Ponyboy liked to draw — always had his notebook out when he got bored of talking to people, sketching something he wouldn’t let anyone see —, but he didn’t know he could draw well. He always assumed it was like when he used to draw as a kid, only he didn’t want to show them anymore.

“This is…” Darry can’t seem to finish the sentence. He looks up and meets Pony’s eyes. “You made it?” Ponyboy nods, excited. “I— Can you show me whenever you draw stuff? In the future?”

Ponyboy’s eyes seem to almost glow. “Yeah, sure.” 

…

“Ponyboy’s gonna tell you he fell down the stairs today, but Justin Lawson pushed him.” Johnny hesitates for a second. “Second one in the phone book, the first one’s a priest.”

“Right. Thanks.” 

…

“How’d ya know I wanted to be alone?”

Dallas cocks an eyebrow. “You ain’t the first.”

…

“Hey, Superman,” Two-Bit says with a grin as he pointedly closes the door behind him. 

“Hey, Two.” The smile that comes with the greeting is second nature, but Darry’s not entirely sure whether that’s from genuine happiness or getting used to pretending he’s okay. 

“How’s it goin’?” He pulls out a chair and sits down in it backwards, arms resting on the backrest. 

Darry sighs with a sarcastic smile, gesturing at the pile of bills in front of him. 

“It that time again?”

“Was that time last week.”

Two-Bit whistles low. “You got enough?”

“Hope so.”

“Well, if you ain’t… I don’t got money I can give you. Sure someone’s got some, though.” He starts looking around, as if he would find someone to jump for money inside the Curtises' house.

“It’s fine, Two. Don’t worry about it.” Maybe Darry’s smile is wearing a bit thin or the exhaustion is clear on his face, because Two-Bit drops it. 

“Alright.” He looks down, dejected, before lighting up again and looking at Darry, all excited again. “Guess what I found at the store today?”

Darry just raises his eyebrows — a form of rebellion, at this point, considering how the whole gang’s started copying Two-Bit and raising just the one — and tilts his head. 

Two-Bit pulls a plastic bag out from behind his chair — how it got there, don’t ask Darry — and grins at Darry. “Lookit what I got.”

It’s a bag of Lay’s, something Darry and Two-Bit had worked together to swipe dozens of times to fuel Darry’s unhealthy obsession, only —

“They make ‘em in barbecue now. Figured we might as well try ‘em out.”

“Yeah?” Darry grins, and this time it’s genuine. 

Before he can get another word out, Two-Bit’s fist comes flying down onto the bag and makes a sound so loud that if he weren’t watching it happen, Darry’d think a gun had fired.  

At least five chips have gone flying, slamming against the wall, and Darry just knows it’s going to be an absolute pain to clean up. 

Then he makes eye contact with Two-Bit and they burst into uncontrollable, stupid laughter. It’s only once they sober up after a couple minutes that Darry realises just how long it’s been since he’s laughed like that. 

…

“What’re you drawing?”

Ponyboy moves aside to show him it. 

“Oh.”

“Don’t wanna forget him.”

…

“I was talkin’ ta Susie the other day an’ she told me there’s this girl in her class that’ll draw ya stuff if ya pay her, and she cost me extra ‘cause she was scared of her mama findin’ out, but tell me this ain’t worth every penny!”

…

“I hate you!” Ponyboy screams as he storms off into his room. Darry just stares after him, frozen in place.

He doesn’t mean it he doesn’t mean it he doesn’t mean it—

But what if he does?

Love’s in the little things, the little things that add up—

But this feels too big, it’s too much to be just a little setback. Because the little things add up but they also subtract and if you put enough of them together—

There’s a soft knock on the door. Darry sits up from where he’d been in starfish position.

“Yeah?”

The door slowly creaks open. A small figure stands behind it.

“Darry?” Ponyboy stands in the doorway, grabbing onto the frame and avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” 

Darry crosses his legs and sits up straighter, fully waking up. “Yeah, sure, baby.”

Ponyboy walks in and sits on the edge of Darry’s bed, looking down at the sheets instead of at him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, tugging at the ends of his hair. It’s getting too long, but he refuses to cut the bleach out of it and Darry doesn’t have it in him to force him to. 

“It’s fine,” Darry says on instinct.

“No, it— it really ain’t. We’re not supposed to fight anymore. We’re not supposed to holler at each other and go to sleep mad. But we do it anyway, and it’s like nothing’s changed since—” He can’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t really need to. 

“Ponyboy…” Darry trails off. What is there to say? Mama would know what to do, she would know what to say so Ponyboy knew that there was a part of Darry’s soul intrinsically tied to his, following him around no matter how far he wandered. 

But Darry doesn’t know how to talk; he hardly knows how to feel. 

Ponyboy looks away from him and stays quiet for a couple moments, playing with the loose strings on Darry’s sheets. 

“Darry?” He looks up.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Darry frowns. “‘Course.”

“And you promise you won’t be mad?” 

“Yeah.”

Ponyboy looks up to catch sight of Darry before his eyes dart away again. 

“Sometimes I— Sometimes I’m scared you don’t love me.” He lets the sentence hang for a couple seconds, lets it fester in the air and seep through Darry’s skin. “I ain’t sayin’ you don’t wanna keep me or that ya don’t care, but I just— I don’t know. Are ya doin’ it all ‘cause you think you should?”

He looks up again — furtive, small, scared — and looks back down at the sheets.  

“God, Pony,” Darry says softly, “‘Course I love ya. Just ‘cause we fight don’t mean nothing.” Ponyboy still won’t meet his eyes. With every second that goes by, the crack in Darry’s heart grows a bit wider. “C’mere.” He pats the spot beside him. 

Ponyboy looks up in surprise. He gets up tentatively and walks over to the other side of the bed, where Darry’s sitting. The moment he’s sat down, Darry wraps an arm around his shoulders and pulls Ponyboy towards him. Ponyboy tenses, and for a moment Darry’s sure he’s made a mistake, that this wasn’t what he needed, before he slowly relaxes, his face burrows into Darry’s shoulder — Jesus he’s tall now, he used to barely reach his chest — and he hugs Darry back like he needs it for the first time in… far too long. 

“Love ain’t always pretty, Pony,” Darry whispers into his hair, “It ain’t always perfect and happy and nice, but it’s there. S’why there’s always Pepsi in the fridge and why I always ask where you’re goin’ when you start runnin’ out the door and why Soda and me listen to you talk about your books.” Ponyboy laughs softly, muffled by Darry’s shoulder, and Darry smiles — proud, fond, relieved. “Love ain’t in some big moment, it’s in the little things, so sometimes it can be easy to miss. But it’s there, I promise.” Darry forces himself to pull Ponyboy away from him and take him by the shoulders so they can meet eyes. “It’ll always be there, alright?”

Did I get it right, Mama?

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Show Me How You Do It." Bo Sinclair and Rusty Nail X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

So! I have been talking about doing a cross-over fic with these two for a while, you know, the fucked up chain-smoking, truck driving, southern bastards who would totally get along AND make each other worse. So I went kinda hard on this, it gets pretty messy and nasty and violent, I hope you all love it and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! And most importantly, Happy Valentines Day!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.6K. Bo Sinclair and Rusty Nail X FEM!AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: EXTREMELY DUB CON. Blood. Gore. A Mutual Murder Hobby. Chase. Predator/Prey. Kidnapping. Restraints. Duct Tape. Nipple Clamps. Masochistic/Pain Slut Reader. Blow Job. Rough Oral Sex. Throat Fucking. Gagging. Knife Play. Pain Play. Degradation. Dirty Talk. Insults. Voyeurism. Torture. Vaginal Sex. Branding. Crying Reader. Cream Pie. Raw Sex. Sloppy Seconds. Serious Threats. Forced Orgasm. The Idea Of Wound Fucking.

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The pair met by chance, a totally random run in, they figured out each other's hobbies and proclivities by pure happenstance, but a strange friendship was forged all the same as a result. 

Rusty had been on a truck route he'd done multiple times, so when he came across someone rude and in need of correcting? It was all too easy to go after their clique, safe in the knowledge he could indulge his murderous thirst and still hit his destination on time. He'd been on the group for two days, it was near midnight, her car was badly damaged, finally died with a sputter. 

The massive truck comes to a stop, and she sees him in the rearview mirror, she curses and gets out of the car, all her friends are dead, she is alone as she makes a futile attempt to run, key word is attempt. They had got in a nasty fight earlier, Rusty took a tire iron to her leg, pretty sure he broke the bone, but she'd wriggled away, got back to the car had made a getaway, except now if she wants to continue her escape, no other option but to do it on foot. It's amusing how pathetic it is as she limps away. Rusty gets out of his truck and makes his way, not in a particular rush, following behind, she can see him coming, try to speed up, he laughs, then he breaks into the lightest jog and catches up so easily. 

He locks a hand onto her shoulder, leg kicks out, his foot connects, and he violently dislocates her knee, causing her to go down like a sack of bricks with a sharp scream that matches the sound of the sickening crack of her bones breaking. She sobs weakly as Rusty stands over her prone form, back lit by his truck lights, he pulls out a pocket knife, flicks it open, lingers for a moment, simply watching and then he lowers down. A hand is in her hair, he stabs home, sinking into her throat, then tugging, dragging from the left to the right and cold metal tears through fragile flesh and hot blood jets out onto the pavement, staining his knuckles as he removes the weapon from her now dying body. He stands and waits, crimson dripping down silver, drop, drop, drop onto the asphalt. He watches until she stops making those sick gurgling sounds from choking on her own blood and stop moving all together. 

Rusty admires the scene for a moment, and that's when he hears it, the unmistakable sound of an engine turning over, the headlights flicker on and wash over him in profile. He turns his head to see the pickup truck that created the sound, it had been turned off, partly hidden off-road in the grass. He can't see who is at the wheel, his hand tenses around the knife, the door opens, and a man gets out, he leans against the door and calls out, “Nice work.”

Rusty pauses, he isn't sure what to make of the supposed compliment, he keeps his guard up as the stranger approaches, soon he is standing close enough, bathed in the lights from Rusty's truck. He looks to be in his 30s, dark hair, a navy blue jumpsuit, a baseball cap, a crooked smile and the one thing that makes the tension ease, blood speckled across his own features. Rusty considers him, then asks, “You have a good night too?” 

Bo laughs, genuine and joyful rolling off his tongue, “Oh, the best. Wanna hear about it?”

They drag the body off the road, move Rusty's truck off to the side, the pair of them lean against Bo's truck, they both talk and smoke. Bo opens up first, an olive branch, sharing how he and his brothers have their small town project, how people who run through get adopted into the “repopulation effort”, and how he had dispatched the last one who tried to get out of the town. Bo had the corpse in the truck bed, he showed it off, and that was pretty good proof for Rusty.

After that, Rusty shares the indiscretion that idiot made, the cross state chase, the friends he murdered that led to the finale’ Bo just witnessed. It was an entertaining hour to say the least. 

“I gotta finish my delivery, but I got some free time after that, would love to see this town you’ve been talking up in person.” Rusty admits, which has Bo telling him, “Would love to have you, don’ wanna keep you an’ I have to head back myself.” 

Rusty made a move to pick up the body and Bo brushed him off, “Nah, I can handle that for you, if my brother can’t do somethin’ with her, she can go in the gore pit.”

That intrigued him further still, “The gore pit, huh?”

Bo jerked his head behind him, a vague gesture in the direction of where it was, “S’ where undesirable bodies go, you know the ones too fucked up for our purpose, spare parts and whatever can’t be salvaged, t’aint far from here.”

“Well, mighty kind of you, thanks.” Rusty said it sincerely, he hasn’t met someone with his same hobby and certainly not someone willing to be so helpful. Bo told him, “Don’t mention it, I’ll see you round. I’ll make sure to warn my brothers who to look out for so they don’t do nothing untoward to you.” 

They parted ways and Rusty held true to his word, he was back around here in a few days time, and it was all true, just as Bo said. He was shown everything from the gore pit to the basement, and now he had a home away from home and some friends to come visit, like-minded people who he can truly be himself around. They both got along on at least their shared motivation, setting right people who have a distinct lack of manners, Lester’s collection of knives and hard work ethic appealed to him, Vincent’s art was as impressive as his brutal nature, but he got along best with Bo, they were the most alike overall. 

So it became a regular thing, swinging by and stopping when he was in the area, and the friendship grew over time, one of the best times they ever had was when Rusty stuck around for a few days and got to see them all in action when some unlucky people passed on through, he even helped out and fuck, if that wasn’t some of the most fun he ever had. Killing was usually such a solitary activity, sharing it with someone else with an affinity and talent for it, against trespassers and rude individuals? It threatens to border on the euphoric. 

The friendship has developed to the point that they didn’t just spend time hanging around Ambrose, some nights they venture out, do it the Rusty way, find some “talent” and go from there, and that night at the bar, is how they meet you. 

You don’t get nights out as often as you’d like, honestly, this was a rare occasion, you were headed to the table with a fresh drink when they noticed you.

“How bout her?” Bo asked, a glance to the man atop the stool next to him, once he caught his eye he tilted his head in your direction. Rusty followed the movement, looking you over as you settled into your seat, fingers gripping the cool glass in front of you, yeah you were definitely to his tastes, but it wasn't up to him.

Rusty focuses his attention back to Bo and replies honestly, “S’ your birthday, more about what you want than me.”

“True. So I want the illusion of bein’ polite, sue me.” He grinned before taking a sip of his own drink. 

Once they had their sights on you, it was going to happen no matter what, the pair ganging up on you made it laughably easy, especially since the facade only needed to be maintained to get you out of the bar, into the truck and down the road.

The next time you got up the “meet cute” was executed, you were partially distracted and being convinced you knocked into Rusty and spilled his drink due to not paying attention was very believable, as opposed to the truth of him forcing it.

You were thoroughly embarrassed, offering napkins you snatched off the nearest table, stumbling over an apology, “Oh my God, I am so sorry-” 

“S’ fine, accidents happen.” He assured you with that long southern drawl that caught your attention with an easy smile, and you insisted, “Really though, I am sorry, is there any way I can make it up to you?” 

“Well actually…This drink? Was for my friend, not only that, it's his birthday, maybe buy a replacement and come sit with him?” He gestures over his shoulder, and you look in the direction he indicated, not a bad looking man at all, neither was the man in front of you. 

Honestly, there were worse ways to spend your evening, it was more than agreeable. You look back up to his face, partially hidden from his hat, asking a question of your own and answering his query at the same time, “So what's he drinking?”

Once the drink was purchased and introductions were made, you were pleasantly surprised by how well you got along, the conversation flowed easily, the tone a bit flirty and when the offer to attend Bo's birthday party was made a long while later, you thought why not? 

You took a cab here and had already had a couple of drinks, so riding with them in Bo's pickup truck just made sense. The mood on the way there remained light, music playing, and you were excited by the sound of the upcoming festivities. The drive flew by, leading to you riding up the main drag in Ambrose, you were at ease and distracted so you didn’t notice the lack of any other car on the road, or any other living person, but you would come to question that as soon as you were out of the truck and in front of the large dark house. You expected lights, music already pouring out, life, not this, the utter still and quiet that was permeating the street.

“Where is everyone else?” You asked in slight confusion and the pair shared a laugh, Bo asked, “What do you mean?” 

A quirk of your brow with a point to the house, before your hand opens, palm flat and up as you press, “The party? You said there was a party here?” 

Another laugh, this one much more devoid of humour, “Sorry for the confusion darlin’ see, this is the party. One-” Bo points to himself, “-two-” then pointing to Rusty, “-three.” He finished pointing at you.

“A party of three sounds pretty great to me.” Rusty agreed with a grin and Bo confirmed, “A threesome sounds like the perfect gift, hm?”

You would be lying if you hadn’t thought about that earlier in the bar, with the certain touches, being pressed between them, thought maybe the night might trend that way in a different set of circumstances, you were into the both of them, but the choice being all but removed is a horse of a different colour. The response in you is automatic, you turn, and you bolt, you run back the way you came, and part of you was very aware you wouldn’t get away, but wasn’t this your fault?

You should have known better than this, then to get in a truck with two strangers you had just met, it was stupid. Now you were running down the street, terrified, and judging by the lack of help from your calls and cries and no people around, this town is deserted save for you and the two of them. Any other town running down the main street screaming for help would at least get some attention, but clearly this is no normal town. 

This is all calculated, and you played right into it, you can hear them behind you, hooting and hollering, they gave you a small head start, but now we're coming quickly, this is part of it obviously, the chase. You wonder how many times they have done this, if you would ever be found, if your story would eventually be covered on some morbid as fuck true-crime podcast, you push yourself harder, lungs burning, thighs straining and feet hurting from how hard you were pounding the pavement in an attempt to get away. 

Of course, they catch you. 

The one named Rusty had been the one to get his arms locked around your waist, yanked you up with a delighted, “Gotcha!” 

“Damn, she almost made it all the way to the church!” Bo sounded like he was genuinely happy and your stomach twists, you scream, Rusty whistles in response and Bo comments, as if you weren’t there, “Good set a lungs on her, huh?”

Rusty grunted in the affirmative as he tightened his arms around you, keeping a tight hold as you attempt to squirm, kick and struggle. “Let’s get her into the basement.”

The basement? The last fucking place you wanted to be alone with these two was the fucking basement, it was futile, but you tried, you called out into the dark nothing of the night.

The basement under the garage was a dank dirty place, you don't take in many details, but your eyes do scan the photo wall, the mattress with no sheet on it, but the focal point is obvious once it enters your line of sight, the chair. Leather and metal, able to change the position, an archaic dentist chair.

You are put in it, held by one tightly and your wrists and ankles duct taped by the other, several loops around your knees and elbows further restricting your movement, in less than two minutes you know you weren’t going anywhere.

“Think this'll hold?” Rusty asked, grip loosening, and Bo hummed, “Yeah it should, has before.” 

Confirming you are definitely not the first, then again the simple fact this room existed communicated that, a knife is drawn, and he says, “Too bad you are so restless, might have been able to save these pretty clothes if we coulda stripped 'em off before we had to tape you up.” 

Rusty follows Bo's musing by saying, “Yeah, now we'll need to cut them off to get to what we want.” 

“Shame.” He says it in a tone that gets across his overt joy at the situation. 

You say nothing because you know it won't help, there are a few displeased sounds that escape when he begins to work regardless. The thin strap of your top is caught with the blade, he pulls it up and the strap snaps, the second one follows, next the shirt's hem is gripped with one hand and the knife saws up until the fabric is able to be yanked off your frame. You are pulled up from your sitting position and your nice jeans are cut in multiple places before the blade is put between his teeth and then strong fingers slip into the open spaces, then tearing until only some denim is left on the lower half of your legs, thanks to the tape. He nicked you with the knife a few times, and each time you inhaled sharply from the small jolts of pain, the blood slowly running.

Rusty sat idly by, on a chair of his own, watching this all go down, you wonder why he isn’t getting in on it himself, most he is commenting on what's going on, at the moment he is talking about your underwear, saying it's  “Cute, think she was looking to get laid tonight?”

“That's a great question, let's ask her, she's been too quiet.” A hand is in your hair, jerking your head up to look at him instead of the cut he left on your inner thigh. “The panties are real nice, you dressed up cuz you were lonely? Desperate for some company?”

So maybe you were, perhaps that was the main reason you were out there tonight, but that doesn't mean you had to admit that to them. You don't want to not respond, so you lie, “It's for me.” 

“Oh really? Don't know nobody who wears stuff this slutty just for themselves, do you, Rusty?” Bo's hands are on your body, knife off to the side as he starts to feel you up, fingers playing with the lace edges and delicate material covering your chest.

“Personally? No, I don't. Wearing something like that is just asking for it, inviting all sorts of attention.” Rough palms explore your tits, thumbs brush already hardening nipples and your breath catches. You bite out a response, “Ever heard of the saying look good feel good? That's all it is.” 

Mutual scoffs and laughs, before Bo taunts, “Yeah, sure, let's follow this line of thinking, you look good to feel good, so I'll help you feel real good.”

“So generous.” Rusty complimented and Bo thanked him. You thought about how isn't this what you wanted in a roundabout way, you might as well try to enjoy it, right? Might be sick and twisted, but so is this whole situation, you’d be a filthy fucking liar if you said you weren’t into the idea of being restrained, perhaps if you mentally reframe this you can get almost as much enjoyment out of this as they are.

“You gonna put some of that to good use?” Rusty asked with a gesture to the wall, your head turns to see a series of what looks like torture implements on hooks and racks. 

“Course I am! That's half the fun right there.” Bo left you on the chair as he headed over, your eyes went wide with panic, and you said, “What about what you just said? About feeling good?”

“Awe, you don't get it, see, the hurt is gonna make what does feel good, feel even better.” He said it slowly and carefully, as if you were stupid, and he needed to spell it out for you to be able to begin to comprehend it. You resent that, hate how much it arouses you.

He came back over, something in his hand that you couldn't quite make out, his opposite hand reached out, fingers hooked in your bra, and he pulled it down under the curve of your breast so it would stay in place. Bo says casually, “Nice tits.”

You laugh, a shocked nervous thing from how casually he stated it, that laugh is cut off abruptly when he flicks your nipple, you yelp and then that makes him laugh in turn. Some more flicks, hard pinches and twists led to him saying, “You look ready.”

Both his hands get into the mix, and you find out what he brought over, nipple clamps, worse still clover clamps. Traditional clamps pinch from two sides, clover clamps resemble their namesake and instead provide four points of pressure, like the directions on a compass but more sadistic in nature, boxing the sensitive bud in on all sides. He takes his time placing and tightening both of them until you can't hold back your whimpering, the pain is burning, more than slightly distracting, the chain connecting the clamps that currently rests between the valley of your breasts is freezing cold. You are trying to reign yourself in, not show just how much of a pain slut you are, but it is one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do. 

“Looks good.” Rusty praised, and Bo followed with, “Have to say I agree.” 

You are repositioned, the chair is moved, the leg rest stretched out, you are pulled forward, and adjusted to his liking until you are on your knees and elbows, eye level with his belt buckle. 

“I can't resist it, I gotta have that mouth, but M’ not stupid, I know it's dangerous, so keep those teeth in line, or I'll make it hurt much worse-” As he speaks he is opening his belt and dragging down the zipper on dark washed jeans, staring down at your face. “-you do a good job we can get to you feeling’ good too, faster.” 

Makes sense, you do love sucking dick, you can fake some added enthusiasm, you can do this.

You had noticed how hard he was through his pants, and now he was standing before you, thick and hot shaft in his hand, he nudged his hips forward, the head of his dick to your lips. You resist for a fraction of a moment, but even that is enough to displease him, he grips and yanks your hair, breaching your less than willing mouth, he starts to slip inside you, closing your eyes and taking him halfway down on the first stroke, rewarded with a pleasured hum from him. The taste is strong, salty, but by no means bad, just the kind of flavour you’d find from a man who hasn’t showered in hours.

You pull back and then rock forward, you tighten your lips around him and suck, you think to other times, different circumstances to fuel you, a running track of your thoughts, “Act like you love it. Act like a slut. Give it your all. It might just save your life.”

And that is exactly what you do, you press your tongue to the underside of his shaft, dragging up and then forcing yourself down harder, sucking all the while, but you don’t just do that, you make sure to provide some good variety. You pull him almost totally out and focus on the head, tongue swirling around the tip, eyes open, and you look up to meet startlingly blue eyes, “Not a bad start.”

You can do a lot better than that. Rusty piped up, and your eyes shot over, watching as he is opening his own pants now, “How about you give her some more motivation?”

Sinking down again as your captor says, “I love how you think.” Bo reached over, you falter, and he said, “I didn’t say slow down.”

His tone is harsh, you fight a wince and step it up, picking up the pace and making sure to hollow your cheeks on every upward movement. You only got a few bobs of your head in until he had whatever he needed in his hand, he reaches down, and soon you are clued in, the harsh pull on your nipples, the chain pulled taut, now it was crystal clear, he added a weight. You were feeling it, back arching slightly to try and ease it, but there was no helping it, the pain in your nipples nearly doubled, and you had to fight to maintain momentum in sucking his dick. 

Your focus is on Bo, but Rusty still checks in, and you can hear him openly jacking off at this point.

You begin to find your footing, some semblance of confidence, when Rusty cuts in again, “You're being so nice to her, M’ shocked.” 

That gets the intended rise out of Bo, him muttering, “Shut up Rusty, I’m not fucking nice, and you know it.” 

Rusty hits back with, “Coulda fooled me.”

Bo picks up the discard knife and holds it to your cheek, a shock of fear runs through you, body tightening up, and he barks down at you, “Is that the best you can do?”

Christ, you are being put to work. You begin to throat fuck yourself roughly, hoping that will please him enough, that the added pressure of the head of his cock penetrating the tight wet heat of your neck will soothe him. He does seem to enjoy it, in fact he enjoys it so much that the knife slips slightly and cuts your cheek, you whine around his dick, and he groans at the mild vibration. 

Rusty even notices your efforts, calling out, “Look at her get after it.”

He can’t help himself, hips starting to move, fucking into your mouth that is steadily leaking drool down your chin. 

You had been faring pretty well but with him getting increasingly rough, the pain from your chest and the second, fuck, third cut on your cheek, the lack of air, you feel your stomach turning, you gag too hard and pull yourself back with a gasping breath. 

No rest is given, no kindness show, an open hand hit to your bloody cheek makes you cry out before fingers tangle in your hair and twist, pulling you closer to him, you don’t comply immediately. You are still trying to breathe, to rein in your stomach and not be sick, but he isn’t having it. Head pressing to your closed lips, and you shake your head, tempted to tell him you need a second, he tells you, “Open that addictive little mouth again.”

You shake your head, and he tightens his grip on the knife, “I’ll get in that mouth one way or another, even if I have to make a new hole to do it.”

The severe look on his face tells you how serious he is, you should have realized sooner that he is the kind of man who would get off on fucking an open wound. His fingers prod at the slice on your cheek and the image of him ripping it open with his own brute strength just like he did to your jeans earlier filters through your mind, like water rushing over a rock.

That convinces you, mouth back open, he shoved inside, and you find a way to make it work. The worst thing about all of this is how it is getting to you, the extreme situation, the degradation, the audience and pain, him using your mouth with no regard, your inner thighs are soaked. In a few more minutes, the extreme nature of the throat fuck has your eyes tearing up and when he catches the shiny wet tracks pouring down your cheeks he cannot help himself. 

“She puts on a good little show, doesn’t she?” Rusty praised and Bo grunted in agreement.

He is hauling you up, no concern for how it hurts and pulls on the clamps, he throws you down onto that dirty mattress, you are on your back and that eases the pain on your chest a bit. 

You wonder how he is going to do this with the tape around your ankles and knees, your legs are together and straight, but the answer comes quickly, your legs are brought up, rested on his chest, feet placed beside his head on his left shoulder. Rusty gets up, not bothering to put his dick away, “I got you a present, don’t let me stop you, I’ll get it ready.”

He is able to get great leverage, have complete and total access and still look down at your, as he puts it, “Pretty cryin’ face.” 

One hand falls down, and he touches your soaked cunt for the first time, his fingers swiped up between your folds, and you arch, a gasp slips out, and he laughs, “Holy shit, you are soaked!”

Bo holds his hand up for Rusty to see, and he pauses whatever he is doing and laughs too, your eyes close, and you bite your tongue, suppressing a groan, you just want relief, you want him to keep touching you and hate yourself more than a little for that fact. You are wet, yes, but unprepared for how swiftly he enters you, essentially no preamble, it tears a loud moan from you and all pretense is abandoned, you can’t even remotely pretend this doesn’t feel incredible and exactly what you need. It both soothes your need and stokes it at the same time, the thick shaft dragging along your swollen walls, stretched to what it feels like their limit. 

He doesn’t waste time, he is rough, cruel, he slams his hips into you with such force it hurts the backs of your thighs, but the positive far out weighs the negative, it feels amazing. 

You lose yourself, moans and curses spill forth from your lips as you rock with him, his hands are needy, busy grabbing on you, feeling the soft planes of flesh within reach, the sound of skin on skin and his own curses and groans fill the space. Whatever Rusty is up to has totally fallen away in the background.

 Even when he first got inside of you, actually cumming wasn’t honestly on your radar, and yet, here you are, hurtling towards that edge. You swear that at times with attentive partners giving it their all you can’t get off, and here is this total asshole, with zero care for your pleasure, his fingers brushed over your clit all of one single time, and he might just make you cum harder than anyone else ever has. It creeps up quickly, going from the thought, “I think I might actually cum-” to gasping out, “Holy fucking shit!” cumming with an ample gush in the span of less than two minutes. 

The pleasure makes you shiver, body trembling, every small inhale noisy, you feel like your body isn’t your own and yet you are still locked inside of it, helpless to the complete overwhelming force of it sweeping through you. The walls of your pussy rippling around his shaft, as if trying to pull him even deeper, an impossibility because he is slamming every single inch into you on every forward thrust of his hips.

Bo groans loudly, his head tipping back, a swallow that makes his Adam’s apple bob heavily, “Christ I could die in this cunt happy.”

You are overstimulated, still struggling to come down from your high, when Rusty’s voice filters through your pleasure induced haze, “I think I got something to make it even better.”

Bo looked over his shoulder to Rusty, you can’t see him from your angle, but Bo gasps, “No you fuckin’ didn’t.”

“I sure as shit did, so you want it?” Rusty asked, and you hear a grunt in the affirmative, “Yeah, fuck, hurry tho, M’ gettin’ close.”

You hear the steps coming closer, even over the obscene sounds of your sex, the wetness and meeting of your bodies, you try to brace yourself, but you have no idea what you are preparing for, still struggling with your body weak from the evening's strenuous activities.

“Got a place in mind?” Rusty asked and Bo said, “Anywhere, you’re the expert.”

Bo’s voice sounded strained, his hips are flattering, but every thrust that does fully connect is somehow even harder, he really is close, and you know there is nowhere else he is going to cum but inside of you.

You don’t see it, you feel it first, the pain is unlike anything you have ever experienced, the pain is blinding, the scream that it rends from you is the loudest you have ever let out, no doubt. It goes on for a solid twenty seconds, your entire body locks up, naturally your cunt is included in that, and it proves too much for Bo, it pushes him over the edge, and he holds deep, cumming fully in your seizing pussy. You are begging, broken and nonsense, begging all the same, just for whatever they are doing to you to just end. 

When Rusty steps away, your vision takes a moment to come back into focus, once it does, you see it, he is holding a branding rod, the still angry red capital B, they branded you, right on your outer thigh near your hip. Long after this night is done, if you make it out alive, a permanent reminder and souvenir from this, branded for Bo, his birthday present always, even if you manage to get away. 

The pain is still ruling your mind, you are not at all focused on it when Bo pulls out, he lets go of your legs and lets them fall to the mattress you don’t notice the cum pouring out of you because of the sudden terrible pressure on the brand makes you sob. You don’t notice Rusty getting onto the mattress next, vaguely hearing him ask, “Mind if I finish up in her? I got real close earlier.”

“Go for it.” Bo encouraged, wiping at his forehead with the back of his hand as you continue to cry. “Shhh, I gotcha.” Rusty puts you on your other side, taking all the pressure off your brand mark, thankfully, he lines up and slides into you with a deep groan, the sound of it makes you clench around him. 

Rusty taking him up for sloppy seconds provided essentially no relief, the waves of pain radiating cuts through any pleasure, it is too strong for even a little masochist like you to enjoy. No way you are going to cum again tonight.

Rusty must have been very close before because he is cumming in you, adding to the mess, less than five minutes into fucking you. You feel pretty out of it when he pulls out too, you know you are making a mess, stuffed with far too much cum for any one hole. You lay there, still taped, sweaty, more tired than you think you have ever been when you hear Bo say, “Lets go have another drink and then see if we wanna come back and play with her some more tonight or leave her for tomorrow.” 

“Love the way you think.” Rusty replies, you hear them head up the stairs, and you lay there, bringing your still bound hands up to take off the clamps still fixed on, far too tired to even think of escape, hoping they leave you for tomorrow and that the pain ebbs enough that you can get some much-needed sleep.