#holy shit I feel so antisocial right now it's insane.

[neverendingford]

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[expfcultragreen]

Ok i didnt want to watch before but my gf just brought it up again and he might be getting 15 years so i had to actually watch

And so far, actually, i dont think this compares to the whole rape rap thing, this is like, appealing? He's soooo hot oiled up and dancing (good dancer 👀), its american culture to fuck around with statues on trips, is there any proof he knew the context of the statue......i guess its in the thing of, the oil plus diddy goes to places for people.....but, diddy just stands accused and people have liked his music for time...like, male strippers might have had him in rotation? This is a strip tease, provocative yes, but he's in his head about black identity and courting controversy, not how fucked up war is and how big of an abomination sexual slavery is....in a way he's celebrating his own sense of emancipation, even from concern about stereotypes and stigmas.....tyler did too but like, he didnt make it sexy imo...the underlying gesture of it isnt really as violent or hateful its mainly ignorant and maybe somewhat unkind

He probably expected everyone to be polite like people in japan were to logan paul or whatever

I heard theres a bounty on him

This is the strongest defense i can make and it just reads like i only think its a problem when its a white woman. For the record, taylor swift is not a statue shes a living human being. Shes not a symbol of a person who suffered, she is an organism capable of suffering

Eta im 11 mins in; so, he went to japan first and everyone was like "uhhhhhhh lets......be polite to this asshole i guess"

Being as close to the exact representation of black people the neonazis want = views + $$$$

Introducing nuance after that is a highwire act of trying to have and eat the cake

Like its desperate to court the audience that wants anyone to wander around asia loudly calling people npcs, but desperation is the predominant aesthetic of capitalism

That dude who punched him? Captain korea? Holy fffuuuuck that dude is insanely hot

Tangentially that was very will smith at the grammys of him

Im not a huuuuuge fan of that kind of escalated rejoinder but like, yknow, penalty box

Now the jail issue, i guess i need more info? He didnt assault anyone living where the charges were filed, right? He's just aggressively offensive?

Like, im assuming his self-justification is that its antiblack to not help him get his bag off whoever is paying for this shit, and i assume he's like this because of the traumatic socialization associated with having to win over a bunch of dirtbag white boys in school as a somalian immigrant with a muslimy name

I understand that that context probably stands out most to he, himself, existing as he does in his profoundly antisocial bubble of shithead validation........so maybe i dont even need to make his case but, like, i feel like compassionately investigating motive and pathos and stuff are being bypassed in favor of congratulations for the vigilante violence about his racist buffoonery

And thats not going to keep this kind of content from attracting new creators, because its lucrative

But of course, like with most money things, its a deathtrap

Eta ohhh that conair ref eeeesh yikes now it IS rape threats

Eta 47 mins in and he's graphically adsaulting one of the statues, this dude is so fucking stupid

Eta looking it up, he's born in Phoenix AZ eeeesh bad air........grew up on 4chan? or his fans/peers did

They have some of the worst smog in the usa if not the worst, in Phoenix

[seouliie]

by the pool [m]

it was an unusually boring night at a party. but once jungkook showed up, it was anything but.

GENRE: party!au, smut

WORDS: 3855

MEMBER: jeon jungkook

WARNINGS: explicit sex, pool sex, dom!jungkook, oral (f receiving), use of ‘whore’, cussing, some crack at the end, jaehyun is a hoe, jimin hates y’all

Beats from a song run widely throughout the house, the bass a tad too loud but just right for the event going on. People dancing, drinking, making out, getting freaky, all the basic college frat party must-haves for a good time.

But for you, a not-so-good time.

The friend you came with decided to ditch you after only 30 minutes of drinking together. What made the whole thing worse was that you were the one that dragged her here, her the scared, shy girl who never parties- and here she is, dancing with the biggest fuckboy on campus, her hips moving confidently, a complete contrast to her usual self. Why were you even surprised? It always turns out like that; the fuckboy and the shy girl.

With a sigh, you lean your head back and let the rest of the God-knows-what liquid slip past your lips. You were not going to just stand there and watch while your antisocial best friend have the time of her life, and maybe even the fuck of her life. You were going to have fun. You were going to get laid. For fucks sake, you just wanted to do something.

“Let’s do this,” you mumble. Off-balance and slightly tipsy from the alcohol running through your system, you drop the red cup from your fingertips to lay next to the multitudes of plastic littering the floor. Sweaty bodies rub off on your bare arms, but you couldn’t care less. You had already reached the room with the beer in the freezer and liquid in the solos. The melody from the song playing had somehow motivated you to grab another cup from the table and down it in one go, the beats like the rhythm of your body as the drink smooths down your throat.

Just as you were about to walk out and to the dance floor to get wild, a surge of cold runs down your arm and onto the floor, dripping little puddles on the tile.

“Oh- Shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to do…” The voice next to you trails off and you look up, only to be met with the eyes of a stranger you’ve never seen before. The corner of his lips twitch upwards. “...that.”

For some reason- maybe because of the alcohol or the desperate need for attention- you don’t get pissed at him like you would if you were sober. Instead, you use this as a chance to have some fun tonight, and not just only your friend. “Hmm, this was my favorite shirt…” you say in an amusing manner, and by the way the brunette’s eyes flash, he can tell.

He smiles before stepping closer to you, and you swear you could feel his body heat from where you were standing. “Maybe I can make it up to you somehow,” he says, obviously hinting towards something that doesn’t involve sunflowers and daisies on a bright sunday morning. “My name’s Jungkook.”

You smirk as you close the distance between the two of you, and in a split-second decision you decide to play a fun game of hard-to-get, just to make this night all the more interesting. “That’s a dope name.” It’s so obvious that you’re drunk, the slurring of your words vibrant. Placing a hand on the nape of his neck, you begin to rub slow circles on his skin.

His smile deepens. “Are you not going to tell me your name? Or should I just call you princess?” The way his breath mingles with yours makes your heart rate speed up, the adrenaline kicking in. “Princess? Never heard that one before,” you say mockingly, the two of you now moving mindlessly to the music. “You know people usually go with other things, like babygirl, right?”

“Why, does it bother you that I’m different?” When you don’t respond- you were too lost in the way his bottom lip tended to look thicker than the top (blame the liquor)- he just smiles. “Tell me your name.”

You connect eyes with him, and the moment you do, you both knew that tonight you were going fuck, no matter what- you were each other's for the night. You open your mouth, about to speak, not about to share your name though, when a voice cuts you off and ruins your whole plan.

“______!”

The both of you freeze as your shoulders drop and a sigh is released from within you. “Damn,” you utter.

Once you see the smirk on Jungkook’s face, it was confirmed that he now knows your name, and the idea in your head about the perfect night was immediately put to waste. How you love playing hard to get. “_____, huh?”

“Shut up,” you voice. Peering over your shoulder, your friend, Esther, is standing there with Jung Jaehyun by her side, their lips swollen and red. It doesn’t take a genius to know what they’re going to do next. “Yes, babe?”

“I have to, um… leave? Right now?” She’s talking with heavy breaths, clearly out of it.

Nodding, you try to make your voice sound less annoyed than it should be. “Okay. Have fun.” It’s all you can manage since you’re wanting to hurry and get back to the man in front of you. She nods and hurriedly walks off- more like dragged- with Jaehyun leading the way.

“There’s too much people in here, don’t you think?” The way Jungkook’s breath hits your neck pulls you back into the mood in a split second. “How about we go to the pool?”

You raise your brow. “The pool?”

“Sure, why not? It’s a lot more quiet, and-” He brings his lips so close to your ear, you could feel them brush against it with every move. He whispers: “-no one’s there to bother us.”

Before the either of you registered the situation, you were suddenly at the back of the house with the pool in sight. You couldn’t quite recall who made the move to go there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give a fuck.

“I don’t have a swimsuit.” You blurt those words before you could even comprehend, immediately regretting them.

Jungkook shrugs, already reaching back to pull off his plain black tee. “Not a problem. Underwear would do.”

“Underwear?”

“Yup.” He has already pulled down the jeans that were previously confining his legs- not to mention his glorious thighs. A small smile arises onto his face as he notices your eyes caught up in his body. “What, too scared?”

If there’s one thing you go by, drunk or sober, it’s that you never back down. “Try me.” With that, you grab your shirt by the hem, tugging on it over your head and throwing it onto the ground. If you were sober, which you weren’t, you would’ve left a long time ago, let alone strip for a random stranger you just met.

But, you know.

You’re drunk as fuck.

Jungkook’s eyes roam down your body that was covered in black lace, now getting revealed by the removal of your shorts. Holy fuck he couldn’t wait to have you. Already feeling himself pulse just by looking at you, he looks away and walks down the stairs into the pool. “Oh, I will.”

Once completely left in your undergarments you find Jungkook already standing in the pool, and you begin to follow.

You smirk as he eyes your every step into the water, following every swing your hips make and every slight jiggle if your toned thighs. “Do you usually fuck girls in the pool?” He catches your eye with a small laugh.

“Why do you think that?”

You shiver, the water too cold for your liking. “Usually guys want to fuck in a bedroom or at least a bathroom. Not a pool.”

Jungkook tilts his head and starts to take steps toward you, teasingly slow. “Well, princess, it makes it all the more interesting, doesn’t it.” You couldn’t fight the way your heart sped up in your chest at his words. The idea of fucking in a pool seemed so erotic to you. Oh shit, you were sobering up- just a little, but you could still tell.

He now stands before you, his broad chest and toned abs almost pressed against you. All the both of you could do was stand there, mixing breaths, eating up the tension enveloping you, his dark doe eyes locked with yours. After what felt like hours, he finally began to lean in, his eyes fluttering shut.

And that was when you decided your night of hard to get wasn’t quite over.

Just when your lips were about to touch, you drop to your knees, emerging yourself into the water before pushing back a couple feet away. Jungkook was completely oblivious as he was awaiting for the moment your lips would touch his, but was met with nothing. His eyes opened to reveal you standing away from him, a wide smile, wet hair sprawled across your neck, and an innocent gleam in your eyes.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice was deep and stern, but it only made you more excited to play with him.

You shrug. “I dunno, just felt like it.” The thing was, you wanted him to tick, to become angry. They all put more effort when they’re mad.

“Just felt like it?” He repeats, head tilting as he walks towards you yet again. “Princess, you don’t fuck with me like that.”

You retort with a tilt of your head, mocking him. “Or what? Will I be punished?”

Jungkook grabs your hips, digging his fingers into them. “Worse than that, ____. You won’t be able to even crawl by the time I’m finished with you.”

Building up your last drop of courage, you lean forward to lick a long stripe up his neck. “So be it.”

It was like all hell broke loose. Lips meet teeth and tongue, hands find home wherever they are able to. The desire within the both of you was just so strong, neither one of you wanted to let go for even a second.

“Goddamn,” Jungkook mutters when his lips were off yours for a breath. “You’re driving me fucking insane.”

You didn’t say anything back as you grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in once again as your fingers became tangled within his hair. His long fingers were at your hips, sliding down to grasp your ass heavily, earning a gasp from you. Jungkook took the opportunity to place sloppy kisses from the corner of your mouth, to your cheek, to your jaw, and all the way down to your neck, making soft popping noises as he went along.

You were already in bliss, his touches and kisses added on with his grunts leaving you wet down below.

“Shit, Jungkook.” It was all you could think to say when he started sucking at your collarbone, occasionally biting the bruised the skin.

You couldn’t comprehend the way he forced your legs to wrap around his waist, or the way he started walking to the ledge. All you knew was that you were now sitting on the concrete with Jungkook spreading your legs so he could stand within you. His mouth was working wonders down your chest, his hands coming from behind to snap off the lace bra, throwing it to God knows where.

“Fucking hell,” uttered Jungkook, captivated by how pretty you looked bare to him and already fucked out. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

The blush that spread to your cheeks couldn’t be controlled, but was easily wiped away when Jungkook wrapped his lips around one nipple, his fingers toying with the other. Sigh’s were released from you as he used his tongue to roll it around. Jungkook used his freehand to grab at your thigh, as if a sign that he was going to go there next.

His mouth worked down to the band of your underwear after he released your breast with a loud smack, and you shuddered at the thought of him going down on you. It wasn’t like you haven’t before, but you could already tell he was skilled with his tongue and having it on you down there was already sending you into the oblivion.

Using his fingers, he hastily pulls down the offending lace, stepping back to admire you in your naked glory. His cock was already twitching, just the sight of you was making him leak, and you haven’t even touched him. “Jesus, ____. You’re fucking dripping.” It was true. You could feel your arousal sliding down your thighs and into the pool below. “Fucking dripping straight into this pool.” The last sentence was more towards himself, but nonetheless you heard it.

“Hurry the fuck up, Jungkook.”

With that he gives a lustful smile, stepping forward to go back to where he was, but this time with a bend of his knees so he’s placed directly in front of your bare core. “Patience, princess.”

With a whine, you respond: “If you can’t tell, I don’t have any patience left. So fucking hurry up and- Oh shit.” You were cut off by his tongue running up your slit, slowly, making sure he tastes every part of you before he gradually begins to speed up his laps. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

He uses his fingers to spread your folds apart, his lips now having better access to your most sensitive of areas. If there’s one thing that makes Jungkook so different from all the other guys you’ve been with, it’s his speed. He’s licking like a man starved, your pussy his meal, and it’s making you shake with pleasure. You were withering beneath him, rutting your hips against his tongue.

“Jungkook, Jungkook, oh my God,” you whimpered endlessly as your hand got lost in his hair, earning a grunt from Jungkook. Dipping his tongue into your entrance ever so slightly, he uses the arousal to spread across your neglected clit. “Fuck!” You cry out.

The licks turn to harsh sucks, and you’re throwing your head back. Jungkook opens his eyes and sees your neck fully exposed, and he can’t resist the urge to mark it. He lifts his hand to dip a long finger into your hole, earning a groan from you, just getting his finger wet before he pulled out and placed it on your clit, rubbing small circles at a slow pace.

He runs his tongue up to your breast, leaving a wet trail, sucks on your breast once before traveling north up your throat, marking it skillfully. His finger was sending you into overdrive, and you were a moaning mess as Jungkook grabbed your roots and pulled your head back up. You locked eyes, his dark irises looking deep into yours as he watched the way your brows furrow and your mouth parts when he moves his finger faster.

“F-fu- ungh!” You couldn’t even produce any words as pleasure started coursing through your body, heat spreading all the way from your toes to your fingers, a tingly feeling erupting in your veins. You were close, and Jungkook was watching the whole thing.

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, teeth clashing and his tongue entering your mouth, all as you were shaking from his touch. He adds a second finger on you clit to add more power and rubs even faster (how was it even possible?) and you finally reach your high.

Toes curling, legs shaking, head getting thrown back- you were there. A low, long groan emitted from your throat as you rode out your high, Jungkook using his lips to bruise your neck even more. Once you came down, he stopped moving his fingers without taking them off, and gave you time to breath as you collected yourself.

“Holy shit.”

All Jungkook could do was laugh at your fucked out state, your swollen lips and messy hair. You couldn’t complain though, he just gave you an amazing orgasm.

“Jungkook,” you say breathily.

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna fuck me now, or what?”

You could see the way his eyes narrowed at you, amusement hidden in them. “You’re so needy.” He says lowly, and you squeak when he moves his fingers once on your already sensitive clit. “Scoot back,” he demands.

You do as he says, moving back and sideways so you’re parallel to the pool, mouth dropping open as you watch Jungkook lift himself out of the water, legs dripping, wet boxers doing nothing to mask his erection. God, did he look big. Drool was practically leaking out of your mouth at the sight of him getting on his knees before hovering over you.

He smirks. “Close your mouth, princess. You’ll catch flies.” The sentence catches you off guard, and you blink and wipe at your mouth, relieved to find nothing there.

Without warning he grinds into your bare core, your elbows stinging from the force of it into the concrete. A whine that escapes you causes Jungkook to look at you in amusement. “Are you always this needy, or am I just that good?” It was a mocking tone, really, since he knew the answer: Both.

“Just fucking fuck me already.” You were frustrated. Extremely frustrated.

With a chuckle and a sly tug of his boxers, he answers: “My pleasure, princess.”

With that he teases your hole with his tip, your arousal covering his head already in bunches, and slowly- oh so slowly- he eases in. God, he was fucking huge. The length of it felt like it was going in forever, perfectly filling you up. Jungkook grunts as your hips touch, and he stays, waiting for you to adjust to his size.

It only took a couple of moments. “Go, go,” you whined.

He groans deeply as you clench around him in a desperate manner, and he moves his hips in and out of your walls. “You’re so fucking tight, holy shit.”

You nearly shriek at his sudden increase of pace, your hands finding purchase in the back of his head. “S-Shit, Jungkook! Don’t stop, d-don’t fucking stop!”

It could have been hours where the two of you were going at it- you really didn’t know. You were so lost in the feeling of him inside you that you couldn’t comprehend what was going on besides the fact that he was fucking you mercilessly. Your ankles crossed behind his waist, your cries getting louder when Jungkook grabs them and puts them around his neck.

It was fucking incredible.

“J-Jungkook,” you stuttered out loudly. “I’m gonna c- fuck- I’m gonna cum!” The intense feeling builds from within you, starting at the pit of your stomach all the way to your toes.

“Not yet, hold it, princess,” he groaned, moving two fingers to rub harshly on your sensitive bud. How the fuck did he expect you to hold it if he was touching you there?

“I can’t, Jungkook, I…” You couldn’t say anything more since the pleasure was just too much. It was almost painful, the way your release was right there but you couldn’t let go of it just yet. “Jun-Jungkook!”

As his final words, he bends back over to whisper into your ear the words that trigger your high: “Come.”

Your ears ring and a loud sob washes over you at the vigor of your release. The cum spilled out of you and coated Jungkook’s cock, the sight making him pound into you even faster.

“Such a whore, coming all over my cock,” he breathed, his voice struggling as he was reaching his high as well. “Such a fucking whore.”

He gasps as he finally reaching it, pulling out before coming all over your chest and neck. “Shit, sorry,” the words barely come out, his breath gone.

You just nod, lifelessly laying there by the pool as the two orgasms had completely drained you. The both of you stayed in the position, breathing heavily as you tried to calm yourselves. You had to admit, that was the best you’ve ever had. Something about him made it so much more better than if it was someone else.

His brown irises were locked onto yours again, want still running deep in your veins. It was all cut off, however by the sound of clapping.

“Thanks guys, you just fucked up my moms pool.”

You turn your head to look at whoever said that, only to see Park Jimin standing there with an amused smile on his face. His hands were giving mock claps, and Jungkook rolled his eyes. “No problem, Park.”

He snorted in response, running a hand through his hair as you two looked around for your clothes. It was night time, so it made you less worried about him seeing you naked, considering it was almost pitch black outside besides the light of the house. Now that you noticed, it was empty inside. Jungkook seemed to have noticed the same thing.

“Is the party over?” He asks as he hands you your bra. You gratefully slip it on.

Jimin puts his hands on his hips, and if it weren’t so dark you were sure you could see his incredulous look. “You dumbfuck, it ended a while ago.”

You snap towards him. “Really? A while?”

“Yeah, but you two were so into fucking that you didn’t even notice. Oh yeah, and who the fuck has sex in a goddamn pool? Everyone saw it.” He clicks his tongue, obviously annoyed with the fact that you two were making a mess of his mom’s pool.

You shrug, and Jungkook looks over at you with a smirk on his face. “It was pretty fun, actually. Wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

Again? Your heart sped up at the thought. He wanted to do it again with you? You stared at him as you finally found your oversized shirt, putting your head though it to slip it back on. His eyes held a dark look to them, and you could feel yourself slowly getting sucked back in.

“No, no way.” Jimin killed the mood. “At least not in my moms pool. My little sister plays in there! How is she gonna feel if she finds out she’s swimming in a mass of cum and sweat? She’s only 8!”

“Okay, fine, calm down, Park,” says Jungkook as he walks back to the house.

However you were still looking for your underwear when you finally saw it, and that’s when you knew Jimin was going to kill you if he ever saw it.

It was floating in the middle of the pool. You quickly eye him before trying to come up with a way for you to get it- and fast.

You were too late.

“I-is that��?” He points to the material floating in the middle of the pool, and you darted. “_____ and Jeon Jungkook, I’m going to fucking murder you!”

Jungkook giggles as he finally sees what the item was, and grabs you by the hand. “It’s okay, fuck underwear.”

With that, the two of you run off and out of the house, down the street into who knows where, and you knew. This wasn’t going to be the end of him.

[liljaspie]

A young raven haired woman stood at the register of a cafe. "Green tea latte."

The building was old and outwardly looked decrepit and ancient, as if it hadn't been in use in years. The inside of the building however looked the exact opposite, cozy lighting with walls lined with booths that were hidden away behind rows of bookshelves. The perfect place to study, no one came here, and the few who did weren't the type to ask questions. A small smile graced the woman's lips, she was finally home. Back in the comfort of the warm coffee and comfortable seats, not to mention the familiar smell of old and new books. 

In an instant the warmth faded and was replaced with a cold hard metal that pressed into the woman's shoulder. The only smell was the thick scent of her own blood, and her ears rang, aching almost as much as the fire burned in her shoulder. Absentmindedly the woman rubbed her shoulder, her pale fingers ghosted over the scarred tissue. Her eyes had started to water when a voice suddenly shook her from the memory. 

“Can I get a caramel mocchiato with a blueberry scone?”  That was new. There was someone else? Even the barista looked shocked. 

‘It’s a public cafe of course there are other customers.’ She said to herself  as she made her way to her usual seat. It was a booth in the back corner of the cafe hidden away behind the bookshelves. The table had a cozy feeling to it, along with outlets. A small smile tugged at the woman's lips once again as she sat down and took her laptop out of her bag. It wasn’t long after that the barista set the woman's drink on the table like she did every morning. A small sip from the drink started the long trial and error of doing all of the homework she needed to catch up on.

Her studying was unfortunately cut short. “Hey, is this seat taken?” It had felt like only a few seconds had gone by, in reality it had been closer to fifteen minutes.

“Yes. Fuck off-” She spoke before looking up from her laptops screen. As her eyes finally met the strangers a quiet, “fuck,” escaped her lips. The stranger was easily six feet tall and was a walking sex god with abs you could see through her shirt, not to mention the heterochromic eyes that were locked onto her own. “Shit, fuck wait-” The woman stumbled over her words. “The seats open.” Despite her antisocial disposition she had to be friendlier if she wanted to move any product.

The stranger smirked and sat down across from the woman. She dropped her bag into the seat beside her. “Cool. You’re Sage right?”

“Fuck you people are desperate,” Sage had mumbled under her breath before meeting the strangers eyes again. This time however she saw the jock in a different light, one that demolished her respect for the goddess. “Yeah, what are you after?”

“I uh..” Now the stranger was suddenly much less confident. “I-I was- Do-do you-” The woman's hand went to the back of her neck, she wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. It was strange seeing such a seemingly strong person shake with anxiety.

“Come on beefcake. Coke,weed, heroin? I need to get these papers done.” The shorter of the two spoke in the same cruel voice as before when she listed them off. She sounded annoyed when in truth she thought it was funny that she didn’t sell heroin. 

“Juko.”

The dealers eyes widened. “Oh. You’re a beta.”

“Yes.. how much?” The mix of embarrassment and desperation in the strangers' eyes burned a pit in Sage's stomach. 

“Twenty bucks,”

“No how much do you have?” That was all it took for the woman to suddenly feel very small, and very much in danger. She immediately started packing her stuff back into her bag.

“Come on.” When the stranger didn’t move she spoke again; “I don’t have it on me.”

Her eyes widened slightly “O-oh right.”

The two left the cafe not long after. Sage had her latte in her hand and the stranger followed as they made their way across the campus back to the shorter of the two’s apartment. “Hey Young!” A familiar head of orange hair showed through the writhing mass of the main hall. “It’s Sid!” Sage and the stranger stopped infront of a person a hair taller than Sage. “Nickel?”

“Hey Casey, no. Dime.”

“Tradesies?”

“What you got?”

“Quarter Kaman and Grey,”

“Half a dime for your Grey,”

“Thanks. Spot me in the mess?”

“Never.” 

The two smiled and snapped their fingers together in a short handshake. As Sage walked away she held up a baggy that wasn’t there before. The stranger squinted at it and looked back at Casey to see they too had a baggy. ‘She lives up to her name..’ A fading thought as they grew closer to the apartments.

The rest of the walk was uneventful, a few greetings here and there but most people were already in class or still asleep. 

“Thirteen, you up?” Sage called knocking on the door. She only knocked because it was locked, that usually meant the other didn’t want to be bothered. Though it seemed the jock had time for the dealer as the lock sounded and the door opened. 

A raspy voice spoke from the dark of the open door. “Babe?”

“Go back to sleep T,” Sage almost sounded affectionate, softer than she’d been at all before.

“Who’s ‘at?”

“Beta.”

“Why’d you bring her here?”

“Big money, empty pockets.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, let us in.” At that the person who seemed to be named Thirteen stepped aside and walked back into the apartment. Sage followed them and the stranger followed her. It wasn’t until they made it to a back room that a light was flicked on and the stranger realized that Thirteen wasn’t wearing much of anything, and there were two men passed out on the couch.

--

“Yeah, let us in.” At that the person who seemed to be named Thirteen stepped aside. Their back disappeared into the darkness of the apartment. Sage followed them and the stranger followed her. It wasn’t until they made it to a back room that a light was flicked on and the stranger realized that Thirteen wasn’t wearing a light shirt, they weren’t wearing much of anything.

As the stranger realized this the mostly nude Thirteen spoke up grinning lopsidedly at the tense woman. “Take a seat, it'll take a minute.” As they said this Smith snickered, the small woman had sat at a desk. A pair of some kind of goggles were on the woman's face as she stared down at a fine powder.

“Don’t bed the druggie T.” As she spoke her hands moved, mixing and moving the powders. The mix of powders and chemicals sitting on the surface were filling a set of pill capsules. 

“Who are we bedding?” Another voice joined the group, another naked person. This one however was partially covered by a blanket and was lying on what seemed to be Sage’s bed. The bed had been pushed into the corner of the room and at the moment it held both thirteen and the other woman.

“A Beta.”

“A new Beta? Who is it?” The girl questioned now looking more awake than before. 

“Her.”

“That’s a her?” The girl mumbled to herself looking the stranger up and down. Her words forced a smile from Sage and a chuckle from Thirteen. 

“What’s your name Beta?” Sage asked, staring down the lense of a microscope. 

“Karma.”

“Karma?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, how much cash do you have Karma?”

“Enough.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got six bottles of Juko and three of Kaiju.”

“What’s Kaiju?”

“Something that hits harder than Juko and for twice as long, you’ll be lucky if you don’t black out for most of it though.”

“I’ll take all of it.”

“All the Kaiju?”

“No, all of it.”

Thirteen’s eyes widened and they spoke up, “Fuck I’ll make sure to be checking the news.” 

“That’s-, Jay count it.” Sage had started to guess the price but instead seemed to have told the girl on the bed to do it. 

“Nine passifiers, sixty candies a piece, that’s a dollar for half of each.. You sure you have enough?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking hell.. That’s a Ten.” At that the stranger sighed and finally opened her bag. Inside it were a few rolls of cash and two whole bottles of liquor. This was either a hard partier or someone on a suicide watchlist. 

A single roll was tossed to Jay and she started counting it, with every two hundred a bottle was passed. “Thanks.” Karma spoke as the last bottle was placed in her backpack. 

“Can I ask what you’re going to do with all that?” Sage was the one who spoke looking as concerned and confused as the other two. This stranger had just paid their rent in one go.

“Birthday present.” That was the last of the conversation, Karma walked out of the apartment and went on her way leaving three very confused drug dealers to decipher what the hell just happened. 

“Fucking gangsters man.” Jay spoke and fell back into the mess of blankets on the bed. The cash was in her hands and she stared at it. “Have we ever-”

“No. All of our customers do one or two pills at a time.”

“Holy fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“ Do we have anything left?”

“Enough to make another Dime of Juko and a Penny of Kaiju. I got a Quarter of Grey from Sid though.”

“That’s enough for the rest of our customers,”

“Good,”

“There won’t be enough for us to go fatal tonight.”

“Fuck. T call Tago and tell her to get us more of everything, I’ll get some Lannie from Sid.” Thirteen nodded and walked out of the room while Sage got to work on the rest of the pills. A year ago Sage would’ve called you insane if you asked her to try a beta drug. This was now, after the accident, and she had to escape. Another junkie needing a fix, a different breed of fix. Going fatal was the best way to forget about that day, she couldn’t feel the pain if she wasn’t in her body. 

“You going now?” Jay asked from the bed, Sage didn’t answer. The woman was already out the door with her backpack by the time the words left Jay's mouth. “I guess so..” The art major mumbled to herself before her eyes landed on the wad of cash once more. 

-

Sage was nearly sprinting when she passed Karma. The woman was talking with a group of people, laughing along at a joke. For a moment the dealer wondered if they knew what she was, the thought died on impact when Karma's eyes met Sages. “Fuck.” She mumbled once again and looked ahead. It wasn’t long after that the dealer stopped outside of an engineers den. From there she walked in, pushing aside the cloth door and walking into the dark room. 

“Ame you have the board I asked for?”

“Smith? Yes, it’s in the back. Be careful with it, it’s not tuned yet.”

“Thanks Ames. See you at the grave.”

“Get ghoullie babes.”

“Ghoullie?”

“Yes.” The engineer chuckled at the confused expression Sage wore. “Get out of here,” As Ame said this the dealer made her way out of the den. A relieved sigh escaped her as she realized that Karma had left. She tossed the board to the ground, it made a whirring noise and a green light emitted from it as the board caught itself a foot off of the ground. 

“Good work Ames.” She smiled and stepped onto the deck as she slid on a pair of leather gloves. A set of wires in the gloves wove themselves around her fingers. In an instant she was off once again, moving fast through the crowds before she grabbed the side of a sign and hefted herself above the crowd upping the thrusters and the main engine on the board. She was fifteen feet in the air and moving faster than a nearby car. Sage smirked. “Great work.”

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Baby Daddy - Chapter 14

You can read it here on AO3, or find the Tumblr Chapter Index here. 

“Derek,” Sheriff Stilinski says in the same patient tone he probably reserves for crazy people, and Derek feels his scant control slipping even further. “Son, you can’t possibly—holy shit!”

It’s too late to pretend that nobody saw his eyes flash. Derek takes a step back, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. The Sheriff is staring at him, jaw dropped, and Deputy Parrish is doing what every cop is trained to do when they’re presented with danger—he’s reaching for his firearm.

Derek is a trapped animal.

He takes another step back, aware of Boyd moving away from him.

That hurts. He knows it shouldn’t, but it hurts.

“I’m sorry,” Derek says, to Boyd, to the sheriff, to the missing heartbeat that is Laura, to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

And then his senses are flooded with Stiles’s scent, and Stiles is standing beside him.

Derek lifts his gaze, aware that his eyes are still glowing.

Stiles’s eyes are wide, his mouth open, like some little kid staring in awe at a magic trick. His hand twitches as though he’s about to reach out, but thinks better of it. “Derek, how are you doing that?”

“Stiles,” the sheriff says, his voice steady, but his heart racing. “Stiles, step away from Derek, son.”

“Nobody…” Stiles still hasn’t looked away from Derek. “Nobody’s going to shoot anybody, right?”

“No,” the sheriff says. “Nobody is going to shoot anybody.”

Parrish’s shaking hand rests on the clasp of his holster.

Stiles steps back from Derek.

“That’s good,” the sheriff says. “Everybody’s staying calm, and nobody’s going to hurt anyone else.” He stares at Derek. “Now maybe you can tell me what the fuckis going on here, Derek, what happened to your sister, and what the hell sort of drugs you’ve been taking that can make your eyes do that.”

“I’m not on drugs, sir.” Derek’s fear threatens to choke him, but there’s nowhere left to hide now. He can’t run. Not when Laura and Peter are in danger. All he can do is reveal the truth and hope that it’s not a death sentence for his surviving pack, the way it was a death sentence that time he whispered his all his secrets to Kate. “I’m a werewolf.”

In the sudden silence that follows, Stiles says, “Fuck. That didn’t even make your list, did it, Dad?”

***  

The sheriff sits down on the couch, smelling of discomfort and old, familiar pain, and listens as Derek haltingly tells him about werewolves, about the fire, and about hunters. He doesn’t tell the sheriff what Kate did, and what hedid. There are still some things he can’t unburden himself of, especially in a room full of staring faces.

Sheriff Stilinski’s expressions are a discordant symphony as he listens: scepticism, shock, fear, sympathy and, finally, a sort of unhappy acceptance.

“You’re a werewolf,” he says at last. “And your family were werewolves. And Laura and Peter are werewolves, and they’ve been kidnapped by werewolf hunters.”

Derek nods anxiously.

“I mean…” The sheriff rubs a hand over his forehead. “Stiles, have I been taking too many painkillers?”

“Nope,” Stiles says. “I heard it too.”

The sheriff looks to Parrish, and Parrish nods warily.

I always knew there was something weird about this town,” the sheriff says.

Parrish nods again.

“Derek’s a good guy,” Boyd says at last. He’s moved closer again, and reaches out and claps a hand on Derek’s shoulder. “He’s not…” His face twists up with the word. “He’s not some kind of monster.”

“Neither is Laura,” Stiles says, and Derek feels a burst of relief followed immediately by a jealous sting. “I mean, this is all crazy, but the Hales are the victims here, right?”

“Our pack never hurt anyone,” Derek says numbly, and only hopes the sheriff believes him.

“Okay,” the sheriff says, nodding. “Okay, so the priority is getting Laura and Peter back. You’re certain he was taken too?”

“It’s his blood on the fire escape,” Derek says. “I can smell it.”

“I feel like I’m taking a lot on faith here, son,” Stilinski says. “Fuck my life.” Then he rallies. “Argent, you said? Parrish, wasn’t that licence plate I gave you registered to an Argent? Get an APB out on that, will you? If anyone sees them, get them to pull them over, have a chat, find out where they’re staying. The usual dumb local cop shtick. We don’t want to tip them off.”

“Yes, sir.” Parrish steps outside to use his radio, but Derek can still hear every word.

“This is insane,” Sheriff Stilinski mutters. Apparently he hasn’t rallied as much as Derek assumed. “Okay, Derek, you’re the expert here. Do you know of anywhere they’d take Laura and Peter?”

“No, sir.”

“Okay. And—hell, there’s no good way to say this. Are you sure they’d keep them alive?”

“Yes, sir.” Derek swallows. “Until they get me too. We have a bond...” He falters over that. “We’re supposed to have what’s called a pack bond. I should be able to feel if they’re alive or not.”

“And you can’t?” the sheriff asks.

“No,” Derek says faintly. “The bond isn’t as strong as it should be.”

Stiles makes a small sympathetic noise at that, and Derek’s heart skips a beat. He steals a glance at Stiles.

“Well, we’ll get that APB out,” Sheriff Stilinski says. “And wait and see if we ping their phones. Other than that, and patrolling a few of the likely spots around town—empty buildings, warehouses, and the like—I don’t know how much we can do with what we’ve got.”

Parrish comes back inside. “The APB’s out, and I’ve got a possible cell phone number for Gerard Argent.”

“Can we get that triangulated?”

“I’ve already put the request in.”

“Good.” Sheriff Stilinski nods. “Now, unless anyone’s got any other ideas, we wait to get a hit.”

From the silence, Derek guesses that nobody else has got any other ideas.

***

Sheriff Stilinski orders everyone out of the loft when the forensics guy turns up, and Boyd drives Derek to the Stilinskis’ house.

“Werewolves,” he says once, giving Derek the side-eye. “Jesus.”

Derek glares at the windshield.

“Man, I thought you were just really antisocial,” Boyd says at last.

“Oh,” Derek says. “No, I’m that as well.”

***

Stiles’s enticing scent, unsurprisingly, permeates the Stilinskis’ house. It’s a balm and torture at the same time, but Derek is too anxious about Laura and Peter to make any room for the particular crises that is Stiles Stilinski. He even manages a faint smile of thanks when Stiles presses a mug of warm tea into his shaking hands.

He sits across from the sheriff in the living room, and the sheriff goes through everything again.

“Werewolves,” he says more than once, shaking his head as though to clear it. And then: “And this is why they targeted you? This is why your family died?”

Derek nods.

“I don’t know shit about werewolves, son,” Sheriff Stilinski says, “but God knows I’ve got no patience for murderous bigots. I didn’t know your family well, but they were good people, and I’m sorry this happened to them, and to you.”

Derek jolts in surprise, and Stiles flashes him a small, comforting smile.  

Sheriff Stilinski spends a lot of time on the phone with Deputy Parrish, giving out both orders and advice in equal measure as Parrish runs the investigation from the station.

Boyd waits around for a while, and then takes a worried call from Erica, wondering why he’s been gone so long.

“I’m really sorry,” he says, “but she sounded a bit off. I should go.”

“Go,” Derek tells him. “Thank you, for everything.”

“Hey, if you need anything else, you call me, okay?”

Derek nods. “What are you going to tell Erica?”

Boyd shrugs. “It’s not my secret to tell, man. I get that this isn’t something you share with people, and I know I just happened to be there, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna treat it any differently than any other confidence, you know? I won’t break your trust.”

“You can tell her,” Derek says. He can’t imagine that Boyd and Erica have any secrets, and, for better or for worse, he doesn’t want to become one between them.

Boyd holds his gaze. “Thank you, Derek.”

Derek nods, and watches him leave.

Mom always said they had to guard who they told, but Derek’s already broken that rule before, hasn’t he? He told Kate. She already knew, he realised later, but he told her everything. He told her who’d be in the house that night. He told her about the tunnels and where they came out. He might as well have lit the match himself.

So now Boyd knows, and Erica will, and Stiles and his father know, and Deputy Parrish knows, and Derek can’t bring himself to care. If Laura comes back to him alive, he’ll take responsibility for having told their secret. He’d already left the pack anyway, hadn’t he? What’s the weight of one more disappointment? And if she’s still alive to hate him for it, then he’ll take it gladly.

When the tense atmosphere inside the house becomes too cloying, Derek goes and sits on the back porch and stares into the little bedraggled garden.

He hears the back screen door squeak, and then Stiles joins him on the steps.

“So,” Stiles says. “Werewolves.”

Derek stares at him.

“Sorry, this is just really crazy, you know?” Stiles wrinkles his nose. “Like, you spend your whole life thinking the world is one way, and then it just gets flipped on its head in the space of a day. I’ve got so many questions for Laura when she gets back!”

He says it with a sort of desperate hope; the same desperate hope that’s clawing in Derek’s gut at the moment. The desperate hope he’s trying to drown, because he knows to expect the worst.

“You stood in front of me today at the loft,” Derek murmurs. “When everyone else was freaking out.”

“Oh, I’ve always been a contrary little shit,” Stiles says brightly. “Just ask my dad.” His expression softens. “Seriously, though. I mean, you’re Laura’s brother.”

Derek pretends his doesn’t feel his heart sink a little at those words.

“And Laura is like the coolest person I’ve ever met,” Stiles continues blithely. “I mean, Laura’s not scary even though she’s a werewolf, except when some asshole doesn’t tip, so why would you be scary just because you’re a werewolf too?”

Derek nods.

Stiles chews his bottom lip for a moment. “She’s gonna be okay,” he says decisively. “Laura and your uncle. And the baby. They’re all gonna be okay.”

He reaches out and laces his fingers through Derek’s, and squeezes.

Derek closes his eyes and tries not to breathe in his scent. He wants nothing more than to lean into Stiles, to hold him and to be held. He wants like he’s never wanted before, and he has never felt less deserving of anything in his life. He wants to believe it when Stiles tells him everyone will be okay. He wants to believe that Stiles cares for him too. He wants, jealously, to believe that Stiles cares for him in a different way than he does. A singular way.

He wants too much, and it all feels too impossible to even dare to imagine.

He squeezes Stiles’s hand back, and tries to tell himself that this is enough. If he gets Laura and Peter back, then this is enough.

Stiles’s smile is so full of warmth and hope that it makes him want to cry.

“Stiles!” Sheriff Stilinski calls from inside the house. “Derek!”

Stiles scrambles to his feet and heads back inside the house, Derek following.

The sheriff is on his feet, crutches under his arms, struggling into his jacket. “We’ve got a hit on Gerard’s phone. Parrish is coming to get me, and we’re going to see what we can find.”

“Dad…”

“Stay here,” the sheriff says sternly, and then looks to Derek. “Both of you, stay here. I shouldn’t even be going myself.”

“I was just going to say that!” Stiles exclaims.

“But I am,” Stilinski says firmly, “because I’m still the sheriff, and this is my job, and because Laura Hale is carrying my grandchild. Don’t you think I’ve forgotten about that, kiddo.”

“Dad…” Stiles swallows. “That’s not…” He sighs. “Be safe, okay? Just be safe. These people are dangerous.”

“You think this is my first day out of the academy, son?” Stilinski hugs him. “I’m taking a SWAT team with me.”

Stiles zips his dad’s jacket up for him. “You don’t have a SWAT team!”

“No, but Redding does,” the sheriff says, tightening his grip on his crutches, “and their commander owes me a favor. And they’re already on the way.”

“In that case,” Stiles says with a forced smile that really doesn’t disguise his worry at all, “go and kick some ass.”

The sheriff snorts, and heads for the front door, his crutches tap-tap-tapping on the floor.