#i don’t understand how they thought they was ok

[marsmaximoff]

💔; crimson pain -a different kind of blood

content warning: gn!reader who plays as number 028. (dating) angst. mentions of death, financial struggles, vomit, blood and fainting.

word count: 1935. i got a bit too carried away 😬

author’s note: finally, here it is. i’ve had this idea for so long but the universe wasn’t on my side, it seems. i really wanted to post it sooner 🥲. as always, constructive criticism is welcomed, and i apologize for the mistakes (english is my third language). oh, and tysm for the support on the jun-ho headcanons post! what do you mean over 1000 likes? that is insane 🤧🤧. i hope you’ll enjoy this one too. 🩷🩷🩷🩷

the sugary umbrella lays on your shaky hand, under the excruciating yet unmasked gaze of the soldier. once the ‘pass’ is given, you stand up ready to get out of there. “you made it!” the voice of the one that has become the closest thing to a friend you could have in here relaxes you ever so slightly. “i almost didn’t. can’t believe i’m adding umbrellas to my traumas list.” having chosen the hardest doesn't surprise you much, not with unluckiness being a part of your life since you can remember. “well, im just happy you did. i thought the square was simple, but now i feel like we should have just chosen the triangle instead, you know? take a look at the survivors; most of them chose it and….” his words fade as an eerie feeling takes over your body, like something’s wrong. turning around, you’re met with one of them, staring right at you completely stiff, not even holding the weapon, merely some feet away.

“is he looking at us?” he can sense the uneasiness too, it seems. “let’s just go.” you can still feel his unfamiliar gaze on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

the doors opening break the silence and the rare calmness of the room. “player 028?” your body freezes completely. a stomach drop follows, and your heart rate skyrockets. no. nonono. you’ve done nothing wrong. is it the dalgona? the figure was perfectly carved out; you made sure of it. are they gonna kill you? two soldiers stand by the entrance, waiting. with a final glance at your friend, who is most definitely thinking the same, you reach the pink guards. you don’t even know what to say, should you beg for mercy? try to stay as cooperative as possible? “be quick.” what? the other one grabs your arm and begins to lead you somewhere. “i-i don’t-” your hands are shaking. “please, i didn’t do anything wrong...” begging it is. “keep. walking.” the words are almost a whisper, tho demanding. a hint of desperation can be heard as well. “okay, okay, ok-” wait. why did those words- no. you’re going crazy. it’s just the anxiety, the fear. 

the stranger takes you to the bathrooms and quickly closes the door. you step back. again. and once more. what now? he wouldn’t shoot you here, right? and why the hell does he look so tense? his hands move to his mask and make it disappear, and with it, the remaining bit of sanity you had.

the nausea from a few seconds ago comes back stronger, maybe you will die today. “jun-ho…” your voice is almost unrecognizable, tho a miracle, given the struggle breathing has become. “what are you doing here?” “i could ask you the same thing.” he’s angry, of course he is, but the hurt in his eyes pains you the most. “no….you need to get out of here.” god. you can feel yourself spiraling. nothing makes sense. “i will. and im taking you with me.” “h-how- when did- i-“ cold sweat has completely taken over your palms. “wait….wait. was it you?…. this morning?” he nods. “i found the damn card they gave you at yours and my brother’s house” what? “in-ho…?” why does everything keep getting worse? “have you seen him?” surely you would remember something like that, “n-no. maybe before the first game…..” you heed your legs’ warning to give up and sit down. “why are you doing this? i dont understand.” it’s not like he could. “they let you out. and you didn’t seek me. you hid yourself. again. i had to learn what was going on from a random man at the station. not you!!” silence between you had never felt this suffocating before, nor the atmosphere so uncanny. “don’t you realize how dangerous this is? they are killing innocent people! haven’t you realized?! 79 have died today. just because of a stupid cookie? what do you think you are doing?! you could have gotten yourself killed! you have no idea how worried i’ve been.” you don’t look at him. this shouldn’t be happening, he wasn’t supposed to find out.

“please, honey. this is insane and you know it. let’s get out of this madness.” the change in his tone of voice is evident, bordering the plea. it’s obvious he’s making an effort to remain calm, to use less confrontational comments. “i can’t.” “yes, you can. we’ll leave the same way i got here, don’t worry. no one will see us.” but you really can’t. you know that well. he sighs, “why didnt you tell me? how could you hide something like this from me? i thought we trusted each other.” 

distress seems to have replaced the blood running through your veins. “i would have helped you, always. i can still do it. if you need money, i’ll give it to you, it’s not a problem.” he keeps going after your negative. “i will. we can find another way-” “there isn't.” “of course there is. i have my savings, we’ll use them. i can ask for a raise. mr kim owes me after all this time. and i could do more hours-”

“its not FUCKING ENOUGH!” the sharpness of your words cuts all over his face. pain flows out, dripping a bloody red. more silence. you could drown in it. well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

“my parents’ house is gonna get seized.” a burning throat accompanies the confession. “i messed up like crazy.” the expected embarrassment doesn’t show up, instead, regret does. “it’s not your fault.” how can he say that? “it is. i got them into this, I'll get them out.” “and you think risking your life here is the only way to do it? thats not true. god, why didn’t you tell me?” you rub your temple. “that doesn’t matter now. you-you need to get out, all this is suspicious.” you are not only trying to avoid the question, the guards could notice at any moment. “i told them you were gonna throw up.” “vomit or not you’re still in the bathroom with a player.” for some seconds, the only noise that can be heard is the shatter of your heart. “honey, listen to me. your parents wouldn’t want this. they don’t even blame you, im sure. how could they ever wish for something at the expense of their daughter’s life?” but the guilt is too heavy, too imprinted on your mind. “it’s not about me. if it were my house, i wouldn’t care, but it’s theirs. i would never forgive myself for not doing anything.” “and there are so many things you could do that don’t need you participating in some psychopaths’ games! do you really not see how dangerous and demented this is? please leave with me.” “jun-ho. think about it. if i ended up here, even after they gave us a second chance, it’s because i want to. no one forced me, and i’m old enough to know what i’m doing.” your replies are getting colder, which you hate. but it’s the only way to make him understand. “besides, they’re all kids' games. they’re easy.” you can only hope he won’t sense your attempt at self-persuasion. “they are shooting people. you could be dead. and i would have never seen you again, or known what had happened.” the urge to cry gets stronger with every word, to dive into his arms and finally feel some sort of calmness, warmth, love.

“i’m sorry that i hurt you, that i made you worry and feel like i couldn’t trust you. but i won’t apologize for being here.” “i don’t want you to apologize. i only want you to get out of here and not die.” his desperation has increased so much it’s swallowed your own distress. “i’ve already won two, i can make it to the end.” you refute. but you read him easily, he is planning to get you out without your agreement, somehow.

“please.” now it’s you that pleads. “if you love me, let me stay.”

his eyes widen, you see them watering. his heartbreak drowns out yours. you are aware you’ve never said anything as painful before. it hurts. more than anything they could do to you here. perhaps you are already dead. “how can you ask me something like this?” maybe you’re desperate, or too blinded by the blame that’s rotting on your insides. or perhaps it’s love. “get out of here. stay safe. and don’t tell the police, jun-ho. don’t even think about stopping the games. i need this, don’t ruin it.” god you don’t recognize yourself anymore. how nice it would be to go back when things were easy. when remorse didn’t control yourself, and you were happy with him. “what do you expect me to do if you die?” “i won’t” “you can’t know that! how can i let the love of my life risk it all when i know i could do something?” understanding such perspective is effortless. if it were the other way around, you too would act like he is.

you approach him for the first time, god how you craved it. your hands cup his pained yet beautiful face and a tear drops. “i missed you.” he says quietly, unable to stay angry at you for long. “i missed you too.” you answer back, wiping the tear. “i missed your face, your voice, your touch. i miss your kisses.” things already ache enough like this, so you give in. the kiss is soft, so fragile, like a bit more intensity would make it disappear. “i love you.” he whispers resting his forehead on yours. “i love you too.”

a knock on the door destroys the illusion. shit. “lay on the floor.” “what?” “lay on the floor”, he repeats, walking towards the door while putting his mask back on, “and play along.” the door opens and the same voice from earlier speaks. “what do you think you’re doing in there?” may that unluckiness give you a rest for some minutes. “she passed out. she was taking too long and not answering back so i entered and found her unconscious.” footsteps grow louder. “player 028…. i don’t remember any health issues on the file… fuck.” you stay as still as possible, it sounds plausible, given the stress. “take care of it, i’ll let the boss know. and don’t take longer.” with that, he exits the room, and you thank his unwillingness to deal with sensitive issues.

sitting back up, jun-ho kneels to your level. “you look good for a faint.” a hint of a smile appears on your face. “are you mad at me?” “i was. mostly worried. i don’t like this at all.” you grab his gloved hands. “i’ll be okay, believe me.” he doesn’t. he can’t. “please, be careful. and think about it. if you change your mind, i’ll be waiting.” you won’t. you wouldn’t let yourself. but you nod. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i hope you’ll carry that with you. i love you so damn much.” his voice breaks, and you tell yourself it’s time to go back, this conversation can only get more and more devastating for you both. you offer the bleeding and broken pieces of your heart. not meaning to cut him this time. and he takes them. how could he not treasure them? you kiss again. it tastes different this time. like farewell. 

and when you get out of the room, you both know that was the last time you’ll see each other. 

[ethereal555]

FUCK BOY PT.1

player!jude x stonerblackfem!reader

You laugh, not quite believing your ears, “What?'

'Please don't make me say it again. Honestly baby, I'll never forgive myself'.

You fixate on him. The man you loved, gave your body to and had the lowest of lows with has done the one thing he promised never to do.

He betrayed you.

You get off of the couch, as if it’d become hot lava. You feel your blood vigorously pumping through your veins, heating up your cheeks and ears. Like church bells had just gone off, your ears were ringing.

“Get out my flat - now” you forced out shakily, you felt as if your throat was closing in. Your chest raising rapidly.

He blinks, as if I was speaking a foregin language.

'No, sit down' he pleads reaching for my hand. You swat his hand off of you, taking a huge step away from him.

“Jude please, I don’t want you to touch me. How dare you think you can even come into my home right after disrepecting me? Do you think I'm a joke?” you pant

'I'm not going to even ask you why you did it? She's clearly who you wanted all along. The world's right; you only got with a black girl to make your Mum feel better. I swear I should have listenied when they called you a man!fucking!whore”.

'I've wasted my time with you, time I'll never get back'! I realise in hysterics. You feel like someone has hit a wong in your ear, its an intense feeling you feel in your head. You cover your ears to silence your thoughts that were going off on autopilot.

You pace around going on a tangent, finding all the offesive words in the dictiionary to throw at him. You search to find any small inanimate objects to throw at him, a way to inflict the hurt you felt emotionally onto him.

'Yeah, Yeah,ok' he bitterly chuckled trying to play off as unfazed, as if all the lethal words you spat had fallen upon deaf ears. His jaw was tense, it was taking everything for him not to shut you up himself, but he knew how genuinely wrong he was in this situation and how much he deserved the names so he decided against taking any action. This time.

You scower the kitchen trying to find any items that were bought for you by him. You take the Gucci scarf off of your kitchen highchair, lobbing it at him. He sat there, with the nerve to have a scowl of his face 'Take it' you yelled as you threw the cloth. 'I don't want anything of yours, you're disgusting'.

It landed on his face, and he, in an act of self -discipline didn't react, folded it up placing next to him on your couch, licking his lips. I must admit it must've taken a lot for him to not retaliate, the Jude last year was another story.

'This too’', you removed the burgundy coloured Van Cleef bracelet he had gifted you for your birthday back in May, aiming it for his face. The athletic boy, with instincts like a cat, caught this too, placing it untop of the scarf next to him. His left leg was shaking with irritation. A scowl on his face. His teeth tucked into his plump bottom lip as he sat back cross armed on the couch, pissed.

“You're not fucking intimidating me, not in my own house. Good try. GET the fuck OUT JUDE!”

I was seeing red, because he wasn't listening to me. My nose and eyes running like a water fountain. I looked a hot mess. I wipe my face with the back of my hands. Embarrassed.

To my advantage, I find my tedbaker slippers on the floor near the door. I laugh at myself picking it up with full intention to throw it -

He stand ups “Don’t you fucking dare, I swear to God Tiana act like you have some fucking sense”.

'I will do whatever the fuck I want to you. You’re not welcome here anymore, I dont want you in my house anymore. Listen to me Jude, for once... leave' I cry, shaking. “I’ve told you to leave and you’re still here”

“I can’t, I can't leave you. Why dont you listen to me for once, just once, I can explain” he fought shouting over her cries.

'Why dont you understand' i hiccup, 'i cant, i physically cant sit here, whilst you, a fucking vile the vilest man ive ever met, wants to speak, to me and justify him sleeping with someone he's lied to me about for 8 FUCKING MONTHS'

' A bitch that racially abused me, and you fucking too? You are not worth anymore of my time. Like, really Jude? Are you that fucking desperate for pussy? Are you that desperate to hurt me? For fucks sake, if you really needed to fuck someone, at least fuck someone that resemebles the woman you claim to love 'more than football' she looks nothing like me Jude' you drag..

'It didn't happen rec-' he started

You felt the waterworks again but you didnt want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. It was the fact he wasn't understanding that him explaining the details was causing you to have to envision him with another woman. Having had enough of this row, you turn around immediately going to your cabinet to get your pre rolled blunt.

'I wasn't in the right mind, I have no excuse, it was a genuine mistake. Baby, please..' he argued.

You turn on your stove, shoving your blunt into it, to light it. You sit on your counter once it finally draws and you inhale deeply, making sure to cough so it hit you harder, Cali. You weren’t in the right mental headspace to deal with this sober.

“You hear me Ti?” he begged

It was like pathetic fallacy, a dark day for you emotionally and the only things illuminating the house were the many Central London streetlights outside your grand glass windows as well as your purple led's shining from your room upstairs.

'You can check my phone, my social media DM’s, theres not one trace of a woman Tianna, because I've decided all I need you. You don't understand I cant do it without you- this thing called life, no. Hell i cant even go a day without thinking about you and the life we could have’ he confesses clapsing at his heart.

Then there's a deafening silence.

You transfix on him fresh tears still imprinted on your cheeks, as you inhale, one toke after another after another. You both hold each other’s eye contact for a split second, before you withdraw focusing on your blunt.

The boy you loved most in the world, now turned traitor, sat across from you looking helpless. The only things that can be heard in the flat were both your infrequent sniffles, your sharp inhales and distant modes of transport outside.

Emptiness.

He rubs his eyes, typical, always seeming to cry when you cried, excusing it as something he couldnt help because he loved you so much. Well if only he thought of that before he decided to fuck the bimbo.

You snigger, you’re eyes low, the weed has you feeling like you’re floating.

“Jayy” You drag, your head and body feeling extremely light

“Yeah, yes” he answers quick, attentive

“You know, it’s a true shame, for Denise. I just wonder, like, if only she knew what an absolute bitch she would have raised before having you, would she have had an a-' you giggle

' Don't finish that sentence or we'll have a problem' he growls shooting up, charging towards me.

'Get up off the counter now, Tiana. Have you lost your fucking mind?' he spat. His natural doe - shaped eyes enlarged with anger, this dark brows furrowed.

You look at him, your giggles disentergrating into the air just like your weed smoke, daring him to do what he's been doing indirecting for the past 8 months.

'Fucking dare do what, what are you going to do about it? Hm, Jude? I’m going to continue to make you feel like shit until you leave because I’ve asked you to LEAVE MY HOUSE and you're still here, so take the insult”. You take another puff of your blunt, feeling the anger rising again.

Granted, the blunt was probably making you say things you shouldn't, he deserved it.

“I could’ve hurt you, so so badly” he lets out his jaw clenched.

'I beg your pardon?, you fucking idiot what do you think I'm -“

'Shut up and let me talk, i could have kept it silent and have the whole world find out at the same time as you, but i didnt. i've flown here on Chrismas to tell you. To be here I’ve sacrificed spending time with my brother and my parents. I've literally put your feelings and wellbeing first before my families,before mine but you're too bloody dense to be objective and see things from another person's perspective'.

You drop your blunt on the counter, hopping off of it. At the same time, not caring if you blew the rest out in his face, although you knew he hated the smell.

'I don’t give a fuck about how it all unravels, or who's feeling you are putting first over others. You got your self here in the first place, you wouldnt be in this predicament if you had some sense about you; and stayed loyal to what we have built. And shit, even if you genuinely needed to fuck a girl, do better next time and fuck a woman who wont go round running your business, dumb boy. But you're too thick and pussy hungry to realise that' she seethed pushing at his chest with every last world.

'Jude, we are sooooooo done' you ridicule 'i cant actually emphasise it enough'

'We're not, technically can't be. Tiana, we havent been together since March, which is another reason I dont know why you're so angry'

You sneer, clenching your fists as your sides. Your nostrils flared, you decided against screaming or shouting; you didn't have the energy. So using up all the mature strength you could muster, you leave to go to your room. Genuine rage and shock slapped onto your facial features. You barge past him walking at high speed until he grips your wrist pulling you back to stand infront of him.

'Don't walk away from me when I''m speaking to you.' you snatch out of his harsh grasp.

You push at his chest, 'I've told you stop touching me, Jude. I'm walking away because this conversation can't be had with a 2 year old.'

'And who's the two year old?, I havent been the one throwing a fucking tantrum this whole time and gettting high thinking it’s cool, whilst an adult has been trying to have a mature conversation with you! He spits.

'A tantrum ? I have everyright to be fuming. You’re so lucky I'm high right now you should thank God because, if I was sober you know exactly what would happen' you threaten.

'Yeah I do know, because that���s the type of person you are. You’re so quick to dehumanise people',

“And rightfully so for you at least.. so... where do we go from here? Nowhere, bye. Shut the door after you'.

You push yourself off of the kitchen counter, that you were reluctantly leaning on.

'Stop fucking walking away from me. Tiana. We’re not finished. Act your fucking age', he exclaimed trapping you between himself and the counter, leaving no room for you too escape. Both his arms, decorated in bulging green veins, clenched either side of you.

He gets in my face as if you make it clear to me ‘I’m going to ask you again ok.. Why are you so fucking angry?'

'BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL FUCKING ME JUDE ME !!! WHAT DONT YOU UNDERSTAND!! you rage in this face.

You feel you're eyes watering again so you break out from his constraint and turn around to go a relight your blunt before taking another 3 tokes.

“What type of question is that-have you no emotional intelligence or sympathy?” you exhale

'Because you fly me out to Madrid to fuck and hang out. You choose to spend time with me when instead you could be with your family or friends. You come over here during you're off season to fuck me, kiss me, cuddle me, give me presents, bags and jewellery. You eat my ass, we've been fucking on my period for Gods sake - all these things have happened whilst we've been broken up. so dont - please dont try to play it like we're just sneaky links, sneaky links dont have history , sneaky links are not ex's'

'For Jobe’s birthday you flew me out, for Mark’s and Denise’s birthday you flew me out to celebrate with you and them. When you went to go check on your grandma I was there, all of this happened when we were broken up. Doesn’t this sound particularly “together” to you ?

'I explicitly rememeber telling you that if this was truly over than the fucking, and seeing each others family and all that had to stop, and then what did you do, you came to London the very next month and stayed 3 nights.'

'So excuse me for feeling cheated on, Jude’ you pant, out of breathe, you take some tissue roll from your counter top, wiping your eyes. Saying all of this makes you feel dumb, and taken advantage off.

He only looks at you, with regret, sympathy. Stillness befriended him. He turns around going to sit down.

“I wish you and Laura the best in the future.”

Jude sits down on your black fur rug, playing with his fingers, something he never did unless we was uncomfortable. His plump lips parted looking at the ground.

He clears his throat, his eyes glazed over. His tone was soft, you'd given a different persepctive he was to blind to have seen

'Love, I've tried to explain to you that there was no emotional connection there with Laura, she was something easy, she was something i used, as horrible as it sounds, to distract myself from the fact that i felt like i might lose you, the love of my life. But now that, well, we were back on track I feel the need to tell you because i don’t want anything in the way of our relationship progression. I - can assure all the while we have been sleeping with other, i swear i havent so much as touched another girl, this happened in early April before we started messing around again. When you gave me the expression it was really done. I needed to tell you about it today, because she’s been threatening to tell people and news outlets. And if she did that-“ he paused swallowing the lump in his throat.

'It would kill me Ti, you have to believe me, i don’t want to do this thing called life without, i'd rather die' he swears.

You stand there watching him, your blunt was now finished and to be honest you were so high, not even his most compassionate love poem would sober you up.

You start to clap, obnoxiously 'Weooooo, and the Oscar goes to Jude Belligoallll, wooooo', you fall into a fit of laughter.

He wasn’t amused. Not one bit. He looks directly at you, his widened eyes connecting with your red hazy ones.

You walk over to sit down infront of him on the floor. He listens attentively.

'Ok that was mean, sorry' you giggle

'Jude you can't hurt me and then apologize expecting everything to be better again, we need to - ' you hesistate trying to find the right words.

'To, level the score, surely. You play football baby, you know how it goes. We need to draw, right now its 1-0 to you. When I score, then its over right because then it'll be 1-1', you advise.

'Between me and you' I lean in closer, he stares following my lips.

'I like the look of Levi', you draw back, you lick your lips. The cotton mouth getting to you.

'I need water Jude, and you look like you've just seen a ghost. So I'll make that two waters, since you're not going to leave anytime soon right?'.

He snickers,a frown on his face when he grabs my jaw, tight.

'You're not going to do such a thing, not to me'

'So what? you can do it but I can't, boy please' you tut trying to leave from his grip.

'Sleep with him or any man for that matter and I swear I'll make you miserable' he swears

Your mouth drops, the audacity you think mentally

'Jude you're insane, clinically -'

' I mean just think of all the friends you've lost, because they were trying to fuck me, all those friends you've had to cut off are at my beck and call you know that right'

'You wouldnt dare' you snatch out of his grip on your jaw. You felt dizzy moving your head too fast, and the cali was only intensifiying both feeling of heartbreak and dizziness.

'I actually hate you Jude, oh my God, why would you say that?" you softly cried. It was such as slap in your face, espeically because those women he was mentioning were childhood bestfriends that it had taken you ages to get over, still to this day.

You stumble up, stomping into your room, slamming the door shut.

'What, are your feelings hurt baby?" he shouts after me, mockingly. His voice following me up the stairs.

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part 2 may have smut

this was requested, a toxic jude. this page is for my girls that have been through many toxic relationships. im here to heal you LMAOO

[biancadoes1]

What is happening today?! I don’t understand how people who think L is with A and N is with JD read their comments and take them seriously…their best evidence that A is still around is that MAYBE Luke took pics of her in March?! Ok…I think most of us realize that she probably was around in some FWB or situationship capacity earlier in the year…maybe. Most of their sightings together were in group settings so feels super unserious to me and she ALWAYS gave the clingy, leechy vibes. Last we even saw them together was in July and that seemed to go over like a lead balloon so not sure where anyone gets the confidence to say they have evidence they are currently together.

And I can’t even entertain thoughts of Nic and Jake (I mean let’s be honest, I never have) because they’ve shown us over and over what they are to each other. And just like it’s been discussed all over your blog, I think there was a lot done on NYE to squash it once and for all…what would be the reason for Nic to post on her friends insta posts have fun tonight miss you when she could just text them if not to show us that she wasn’t there? On what looked to be an intimate, triple date dinner party. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I always want Nic and Luke to feel comfortable enough to share their relationship with us because you know they are just so happy and smitten with each other that it would be so nice to celebrate that for/with them. But then I also want that to happen so these people can shut up…

Happy Sunday!

People can see the writing on the wall and they're throwing shit at it to try and cover it up.

It's essentially covering their ears and screaming so they don't have to hear anything else.

They can try all they want but I am getting tired of these repeated asks by the same people so my block button is starting to work.

[solarsturniolo]

ik you've been critical of the triplets before (breath of fresh fucking air tbh)

wanted to know what you thought about the whole mallory situation? she made a tiktok saying she was concerned about their physically aggressive behavior and how she didn't think it was right that they would act like that, and they responded to her tiktok in a friday video. idk i certainly have thoughts but i wanna hear yours if you're ok with sharing them

Oh i was waiting for this one.

To start, THIS IS NOT A HATE POST. But it is something that needs to be said. I’d also like to clarify that i’m not trying to ‘clock’ anyone in this post. This is not meant to spiral out into another episode from them or their fans, but if they aren’t going to be good role models for young impressionable children, I will.

First and foremost, absolutely nothing about the way matt reacted in that video was okay. He is 21 years old, he is a grown adult that pays bills and taxes. He should not be laying his hands on anyone in an aggressive matter, even if they are just brothers. Whether you agree or not, that was abuse. Here is the Oxford dictionary definition of the word abuse, for those of you who need clarification.

Now of course, including content like that in a video is an option. And it was an option that they decided to take. Nick DID NOT have to leave that in the video, and if he hadn’t it wouldn’t have caused so many issues. What gets me the most is that some part of him KNEW it was too much because he edited half of that moment OUT of the video. We saw the extended clip through their photodump that shows just how obnoxiously aggressive Matt’s tantrum was. Not only did he hit Nick (quite hard and in a very vulnerable spot), but he also took a gift that Nick had gotten (gag gift or not, it doesn’t matter) he threw it onto the ground and told him to go and pick it up. The average person knows better than to behave that way, and it was very alarming to see that behavior from someone that we all look up to.

This led to a large divide in the fandom. Some people were (understandably) very uncomfortable with Matt’s behavior. And some people defended it with their lives. Now i’m not saying me and my sisters never fought, but we don’t lay our hands on each other. Idk maybe im out of touch with some new-found sibling abuse agreement or something, but we don’t hit each other. We argue, we get mad at each other, we fight and we make up.

Personally, i don’t think there’s anything wrong with calling out your idols when they do something wrong. At the end of the day, we’re all human and we all make mistakes. It’s easy to forget that when you let fame and money get to your head, making you feel invincible because you know your bandwagon of 13 year olds are going to be at your every beck and call. It’s our job as supporters to remind them that mistakes are okay, but accountability still needs to be taken for actions like that.

When you are in a position where you pay your bills by posting your private life on the internet, you cannot get angry that people are going to have comments and opinions about the stuff that you post on the internet…Nick made a comment in yesterdays video about how people need to mind their own business, but…you…willingly posted…that clip to the internet. For millions of people to see. Nick did not have a gun to his head while editing that video, he did not need to include it but it was a decision that he made.

One reason why i don’t watch them anymore is because they refuse to take accountability for anything that they do. They have also been drawing this out much longer than they needed to. The fanbase would’ve talked about it for a week and forgotten about it with the next friday video. The only reason why it’s still getting attention is because they so badly want to seem ‘unbothered’ by it but they keep bringing it up in everything they do. Matt’s instagram story, his comment on Nick’s recent post, their recent tiktok…literally anything that they have posted in the past week and a half, Matt and Nick just CANNOT HELP THEMSELVES from making a snarky comment. It’s a very icky trait to have imo but i’ll keep my mouth shut on that (since it’s illegal to have opinions in this fandom.)

Personally, I think Mallory was valid in her opinion and responses. Maybe terrifying was a strong word to use, which she has addressed, but it’s not like the boys don’t use hyperboles ALL THE TIME. And nothing about her video was her trying to “cancel the triplets”, she was simply sharing her concerns with Matt’s behavior.

The fanbase LOVESSSS to jump to conclusions. Most of us that had an issue with Matt’s behavior were not trying to cancel them. We’re frustrated because they’re grown adults who refuse to take any constructive criticism or accountability. I’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, the boys dislike ANYONE who is NOT AN ENABLER. Especially Nick. They LOVE an enabler that doesn’t call them out on their crappy behavior.

Back to yesterday’s video, I was VERY unimpressed with their responses. Snarky comment after snarky comment, only proving more and more that they aren’t unbothered by the situation because they’re trying so hard to prove a point. Why not stay silent like you do with everything else? Your ‘friend’ (who you still communicate with but won’t publicly hang out with) who was cancelled for contacting minors? Didn’t have much to say about that did you? But the second something makes them look bad, they jump the gun and go right into defense mode. It’s so funny to me because people would respect them so much more if they just took some accountability, reflected on their actions, and made a change to their behavior.

Including her tiktok in their video was yet another choice they made, and it was a very immature one. You cannot tell me they didn’t think about the outcome of this situation. Singling out ONE PERSON’S VIDEO, putting a target on their back, and opening the gates for these 13-15 year old hellspawn brainwashed sturniolo cult fans to go and cyberbully someone for having an opinion (and a respectful one at that.)

Also trying to blame Chris and saying Matt was ‘provoked’ into hitting Nick???? Chris made a simple comment??? And this is NOT the first time Matt has gone overboard in a reaction he’s had to one of his brothers. He’s had many outbursts, all of which ARE concerning. Throwing things aggressively, hitting, punching, cussing your brothers out on camera…it’s fucking humiliating???? I am so sorry to break it to you all but nothing about that interaction was Chris’s fault AT ALL. So for Nick to pin it on his younger brother, i found it absolutely ridiculous.

And, to sum it up, Nick did not ‘clock her’. I’m sorry but his responses when people call him out always remind me of a middle schooler. He refuses to take any accountability. HE edited the video. HE kept the clip in. HE posted the full clip on their instagram. NICK STURNIOLO DID THAT. HE DID NOT HAVE TO DO THAT.

Can’t wait for reacting to hate comments part 2!!! Because, let’s face it! This isn’t hate, it’s the truth. I’m not an enabler and apparently that makes me a hater.

And yes, they over-do the drama for our entertainment, but they’re so much more entertaining when they’re all getting along?! Even if they have an argument, it’s far more entertaining when they aren’t hitting and kicking and punching. I genuinely think their emphasis on the physical aspects of their videos came straight from the tea party video, because it’s just gotten worse and worse since then.

I haven’t watched them in months and decided to watch that video and it was a clear reminder as to why i don’t watch them anymore. This is not a hate post, i will always be grateful for their videos because they’ve gotten me through some of the darkest moments of my life. From abusive relationships, to losing a loved one to suicide, to the loss of a childhood pet, to losing my job, to trying to take my own life…I am beyond grateful for their videos and I always will be. That being said, i think they have some serious maturing and reflecting to do if they want to continue to grow at the speed they were growing at a year or two ago.

Yes i think Matt is a sweet guy. No i don’t think he meant anything serious by hitting nick. The point is that it does make some of us uncomfortable to see that behavior from a grown man because so many of us have experienced abuse. I’m not saying we’re weak or snowflakes for our responses either. Posting your outbursts on the internet for 6-7 million people to see is a choice, and you cannot expect it to come without consequences.

[deeplyshalllow]

Hi! I've seen some fans, in my opinion, completely misunderstand Elphaba telling Glinda in the deleted scene that choosing Fiyero was a "mistake." They are taking that to mean she would've preferred bringing Glinda and hates that she chose Fiyero?

I saw her calling it a "mistake" as her 1, sparing Glinda's feelings, and 2, she called it that because it was the event that made her feelings for her BEST FRIENDS BOYFRIEND grow, so of course she has some regrets. 😅 She loves Glinda, her not choosing Glinda doesn't devalue how she views their friendship, she just subconsciously knew Fiyero genuinely cared for the same cause.

I love your takes, so I was just wondering as to what your thoughts exactly were in that scene?

^ Video for context

(Firstly, apologies if I repeat some of the same things you’ve already said, I had a lot of thoughts about this scene and I just wanted to get them down and it was easier writing this as a bit of a scene analysis rather than just a direct response)

*Checks there’s no Gelphie fans holding sharp objects in hearing range*

Ok let me begin.

I’m glad it was cut.

I don’t think it was a very good scene. I think it doesn’t really make sense with the train station scene (there’s no way Glinda would still think Fiyero was distant and moodified about Dillamond if she knew this) and it introduces Galinda’s suspicions about Elphaba and Fiyero too early (I like the scene with her waking up and noticing they were both gone, I like the scene where she notices the moment between them at the train station, I want the niggling doubts in her mind, but something big like this doesn’t feel right pre-interval).

Saying that, I don’t think it’s saying what the Gelphie fans think it was saying.

I actually think it’s a fairly selfish scene from Galinda’s perspective. She’s upset because she was left out – which I do understand, but she’s failing to see the bigger picture. There was a sentient, intelligent, being in danger and it got saved and, instead of being happy about that or even asking if the Cub was ok, her first reaction is “but what about me?” Contrast this to Fiyero not even listening to Elphaba’s panic in the Lion Cub scene, because he’s seen an opportunity to get it to safety, or Elphaba who immediately joins him. Their first priority is about the Animal – any focus on feelings or why this happened doesn’t come until the Lion Cub appears to be safe.

And let’s imagine, for a second, the scene of Galinda in the Lion Cub scene. She would go with Elphaba, I believe that much, though it would not be Galinda who made the first move the way it was for Fiyero. She’d be discouraging Elphaba from doing it at least at first “Elphie, we’re going to get in so much trouble!” and she’d be busy complaining about going through the forest in heels. There probably would be some concern for the Lion Cub, in so much that it’s cute and small and vulnerable, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t end up asking “are we sure that the teacher isn’t right that the cage is for his own good?” Galinda doesn’t like challenging the status quo and is known to downplay atrocities (hell, we see in the train station scene that she refers to Doctor Dillamond being literally dragged away by guards as an “old Goat” that she was surprised Fiyero cared so much about who was “fired”).

Her insistence that “you could have picked me” isn’t one of her genuinely thinking she had the ability to help in that situation. It’s that she’s uncomfortable that her best friend and her boyfriend shared something she didn’t, that Elphaba (quite rightly given the circumstance) didn’t immediately turn to her for help. There also possibly is a hint of her realising here (if, I think, subconsciously) that Elphaba and Fiyero might have feelings for each other, and reacting to try and prevent it.

From Elphaba’s side, she is feeling guilty for having feelings for her best friend’s boyfriend. She first tries to downplay it “he just helped me rescue the Cub,” and then, on further pushing, apologises, says it was a mistake and promises to “pick” Galinda next time.

How do we know that it was a matter of her feeling guilty over feelings for Fiyero rather than thinking it was a “mistake” that she “picked” Fiyero? BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T PICK HIM! We know that she didn’t have any control over the spell, we know she was just as surprised as Fiyero when he didn’t fall asleep with the others. The only reason she wouldn’t have said “I didn’t pick him, he must have been immune to my spell for some reason, maybe he took a lot of hay fever tablets that day,” is because the mistake is not about that. The mistake was letting Fiyero get close enough at all that she caught feelings for him (perhaps even ones she sort of knew she was brewing – given the cut Boq train station scene implies that he’s noticed too and they’ve all be hanging together for a while before this point).

Therefore, her promise to Galinda is not about trusting her, or thinking she’d have been a better person to save the Lion Cub with, it’s about making it up to Galinda, and proving to herself that she will never do something that might hurt Galinda again.

And Defying Gravity proves that Galinda was indeed the wrong person to be “picked”. We see Elphaba and Glinda in a very similar situation to the Lion Cub scene, they’re breaking the law for the good of the Animals. Firstly, Glinda doesn’t even follow Elphaba until Morrible tells her to “get her back”(again, Fiyero takes the lead in the Lion Cub scene, he’d have saved the Cub without her), then she tells Elphaba to come back, that she’s out of her mind and, while she does clearly flirt with the idea of joining Elphaba, not only does she quickly back down, it’s never, never about truly believing, or even fully understanding, why Elphaba wants to go.

Ultimately, the promise scene is a tragic one, it’s the first scene where we see how different both girls’ morals really are. They’re making the promise for two different, selfish reasons, that have more to do with their own insecurities than actual belief in each other, and it’s a promise that gets broken before the end of the movie.

It’s also worth noting that Glinda even has another chance to keep this promise in Act 2. In the throne room scene, she could have gone with Elphaba and Fiyero – it would have been easy to say “me too” when Fiyero says he’s going with her, but it doesn’t even occur to her. Meanwhile Fiyero, again, has already stepped up, willingly giving away his palace life, reputation and become a traitor to Oz to ensure Elphaba gets away safely.

Fiyero was always the right person to pick in the Lion Cub scene.

[taurasiscntybun]

Bite Bargains pt two

-DARK ROMANCE minors dni

-Vampire DT x femme reader

-Warnings: Dubious consent, blood kink (duh), oral, power dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, blood drinking, asphyxiation play 

-3.3k words

-literally AS ALWAYS thanks to my editor @taurasicomplex

Reader pov

The rum filled drink was making you less nervous but it wasn’t helping with your arousal, somehow basketball was doing more for you than most foreplay; and the thought of meeting Diana after the game. You glance to your right to the bench and startle to find Diana looking directly at you. When she notices you staring she doesn’t look away but instead meets your eyes, her gaze piercing and unmistakable. You look away first, turning your attention back to your glass but her brown eyes are seared in your mind, she had looked almost animalistic, like a panther ready to pounce. A thrill runs up your spine, you didn’t know what this meeting after the game would entail but based on her looks you were beginning to believe she’d be giving you a lot more than just her jersey.

The rest of the quarter goes by in a blur and every so often you find Diana looking at you. While you’re excited by the idea of her wanting you; it was the way she was looking at you, like she was stalking you down. Anxiety mingled with excitement when you caught her staring again. Finally the buzzer sounded and it was halftime; all the players started to head towards the tunnel except Diana. She stopped in front of you, looming over you with a grin on her face, the smile not quite meeting her eyes.

“Meet me over by the tunnel in three minutes.” Diana said softly and bent down next to you, she ran her cool lips against your neck and groaned.

“You smell so good angel, tunnel in three minutes, don’t disappoint me.” She straightened and ran towards the away tunnel. You watched her run away, your whole body buzzing with indecision, you stood up, realizing if you wanted to get to the tunnel in three minutes you needed to start moving now. You quickly sucked down the rest of your cocktail and grabbed your purse, starting to push through the crowd.

“I can’t not go like that would be crazy right?” You mutter to yourself and straighten your skirt as someone bumps into you, still slowly making your way towards the tunnel.

“I mean if she wants like a quickie that’s fine, obviously I want that duh, fuck chill.” You continue to mumble as you part the crowd, finally you reach the away tunnel. As you approach you're stopped by a security guard but Diana appears from seemingly nowhere to let you through.

”Fuck, took you long enough angel.” She says in a low tone and rolls her neck before motioning for you to follow her.

”That couldn’t have been more than three minutes, that’s how long it took me to walk from my seat.” You protest and hurry after her.

”Halftime is fifteen minutes, we’re down to ten now.” Diana states and ducks into the shower room.

“Uh ok?” You pick up the pace and slip into the room after her.

“Everyone is in the locker room, no one is here.” She motions around the room and points to a bench against the wall.

“Sit there and pull up your skirt.” Her tone is matter of fact, as if she already knows you will.

”I beg your pardon?”

“Don’t play dumb pet, why do you think I brought you here? Go sit on the fucking bench so I can eat your fucking cunt, now.” Her tone borders on a growl and there’s a moment of indecision, she notices.

”You can either walk over there or I will drag you over there, do you understand?”

You suck in a breath at her words and move across the room to the bench, already hiking your skirt up.

“You can’t just make me.” You huff and sit down on the bench, instantly she’s in front of you, her actions so quiet you didn't know she had moved.

“I don’t have to make you, pet, look at you on the bench with your skirt up and pussy dripping like a good little girl.” Diana’s finger traces your jaw before she drops to her knees in front of you, harshly parting your thighs.

“No wait Diana.” You fight against her grip to close your legs and she growls.

“What? What do you want?” She asks through clenched teeth, letting her grip on your thighs go slack.

“I can’t…you can’t…no I” You stutter and try to stand up, you glance down and see her large hand sprawled over your torso, she pushes you back on the bench; the move powerful but seemingly easy for her, her arm barely twitching.

“You can, and you will, now shut up, we have nine minutes now.” Diana keeps one hand on your torso, pressing you into the bench, her fingers flexing in the scratchy polyester jersey. She roughly parts your thighs with her other hand and her body.

“Mmm fuck, you smell so fucking good, I couldn’t think on the court, I needed you in my mouth, Im so hungry.” Diana groaned and kissed up your thigh, her hand now searching your torso for the end of the jersey. You lift up from the bench and untuck the large jersey from your skirt, pulling it up a bit more in the process. Instantly after you're done she’s pressing you into the bench again, her hand wandering under your jersey now. Her mouth finds your pantie covered core and you moan at her surprisingly cool breath against you. You start to lift up to let her pull your panties down but she firmly pressed you back down. You feel a sharp tug and hear a rip then gasp at the cool air on your exposed cunt.

”Fuck how did you?” You gasp as her tongue runs up your slit.

“Flimsy things, I guess I have sharp teeth.” Diana says against your cunt and you can feel the chilled huff of her laugh on your heated skin. Her hand under your shirt reaches your bra, she lifts the underwire, lifting the garment off your tits to settle around your neck. She quickly covers one of your exposed breast with her hand, her large palm scraping across your nipple.

”Oh god!” You exclaim as her mouth finds you again, her tongue ravishing your clit.

“So good pet, so pretty writhing under me, so needy even though you said no. If we had more time I’d punish you for lying.” She groans against your cunt, the vibrations of her words sending sparks of pleasure through you.

“W…why?” You stutter and rock your hips against her face.

“I’m hungry and you are delicious, I knew you would be, I could smell your sweet arousal pet.” She sucks at your entrance eliciting a moan from you.

“Fuck, seven minutes, you’re going to cum in the next minute.” Diana pulls your legs over her arms and reaches her hands up to grope your tits. The full weight of your legs on her arms not even bothering her. The new angle lifts your hips and Diana eagerly takes advantage of you spread wider. She laps at your pussy, alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting her tongue in your core.

“Oh fuck! Diana!” You moan and grind against her face, your orgasm fast approaching. She moans and focuses all her attention on your clit, sucking and licking.

“Six minutes, cum on my face pet.” Diana orders, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, her brown irises almost seeming to glow in dim lights of the empty shower room. Your breath hitches as you reach your peak and you feel a sudden sharp pain.

“What the fu-“ You start to protest but it turns into a moan; a fire spreading through your body. You could feel pleasure everywhere, your head clouded with lust. Your impending orgasm only seemed to grow, Diana’s sucking on your clit relentless. Finally you break, your hips jerk and your pussy spasms as your orgasm slams through you. Your whole body is aflame, your whole being throbbing with need.

“Diana.” You whine and she just groans in response, her breath slow and irregular as she continues to feast on you, her eyes rolling back in her head. You tremble as the torturous pleasure continues. Diana stops for a moment and locks eyes with you again. Her hand leaves your breast to grip your chin, forcing you to look at the top half of her face peaking from between your thighs.

“We have four minutes, you’re going to cum in under two, do you understand me pet?” Her grip on your chin turns painful and you whimper in response.

“We don’t have time for this! I asked you a fucking question, you’re going to cum in the next two minutes right pet?” She shakes your head side to side slowly as she speaks. You let out a whimper, accepting the nickname.

“Y…yes I’m going to cum in the next two minutes.” You pant out and she releases your chin. Before you can relax she smacks your cheek hard enough to leave a mark then turns her attention back to your tits.

“My…god… fuck!” You cry out.

Diana’s pov

“Mmm fuck, you smell so fucking good, I couldn’t think on the court, I needed you in my mouth, Im so hungry.” Diana moaned against her newest pet, she was the sweetest she’d tasted, indescribably addictive.

“Fuck, seven minutes, you’re going to cum in the next minute.” Diana maneuvers her around. She was still struggling a little bit. That was no good, Diana needed her at the height of pleasure, putty in her arms. She reaches up to grab her little pet’s tits, the warm tender flesh under Diana’s hands making her own core ache.

“Oh fuck! Diana!” She cries, Diana is greeted with another flood of arousal from her throbbing pussy. Diana focuses all her attention on her clit, making sure it is nice and swollen, flushed with arousal for when she bites.

“Six minutes, cum on my face pet.” Diana orders, her own body trembling with need and hunger. Her eyes shined with an unnatural glow. She looks up at her human, letting her see the predator in her as she devours her. Diana hears her breath hitch and she knows it’s her time to strike. Diana sucks her clit into her mouth and sinks her fangs into the engorged folds around it. The first taste of blood hits Diana’s tongue and she’s in ecstasy. The flavors of arousal and blood mixing on her taste buds. It was everything she needed.

“What the fu-“ Her pet started to protest, no doubt questioning the pain but she quickly succumbs to pleasure. Diana sucks harder, her tongue darting down to lap up her release. She groans low in her throat at the mingling tastes. Diana didn’t know if all vampires enjoyed the taste of cum as much as she did but to her it was nearly as good as blood; and mixed with blood was the flavor Diana was always craving. She knows her venom is coursing through her sweet little human right now, pure orgasmic bliss would be spreading like wildfire.

“Diana” She whines and Diana groans at the little noises she makes. Diana dips her head down a bit to gather more of her release then sucks a mouthful of blood. She can feel it in her very bones and her eyes roll back in her head. She struggles to remember to breath, she still needed to appear human to her little pet but she was so lost in her feast she forgot. Diana feels her start to tremble and pull away and she grabs her chin, forcing her to look in her ethereal eyes. She kept the lower half of her face covered, not sure if there was blood. She was pressed for time but she couldn’t get enough, and another orgasm wouldn’t take that long.

“We have four minutes, you’re going to cum in under two, do you understand me pet?” Diana squeezes her chin harder, her cold fingers digging into her soft cheeks. She needed another orgasm, she needed to taste her sweet little human again.

“We don’t have time for this! I asked you a fucking question, you’re going to cum in the next two minutes right pet?” Diana shook her head side to side and snarled, she wanted her submission.

“Y…yes I’m going to cum in the next two minutes.” Diana all at once releases her face, she gives her a smack as a reminder. She fondles her tits, rolling her nipples between her fingers and tugging gently. Her pet is close again, Diana can feel her quivering on her tongue. She elongates her fangs waiting for the precipice.

“My…god… fuck!” She cries out, dangerously loud. Diana strikes, sinking her fangs in her sweet human’s pussy. She maneuvers her legs back over her shoulders and moves her hands from her tits to the bra; yanked up in disarray and settled against her pets neck. Diana grabs the fabric and pulls it, causing the fabric to cut off her airways, her little whimpering noises sending shivers down her spine.

“Such a good girl for me, you taste so good.” Diana coos as she sucks in another mouthful of blood. Her pet looks down at her wide eyed, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she tried to draw air. She stared for a moment, how easy it would be, pull the bra a little tighter, so fragile. She releases her grip on the bra and she gasps beneath her. Diana takes one last long draw of blood, the slight pang of fear mixing with the heady arousal.

“I think our times up for now Angel, meet me after the game; I haven’t forgotten about your jersey.” She says, trying to compose herself. The taste of blood has soothed the gnawing hunger but now there was something almost as bad. She wanted this girl, her blood was intoxicating.

She’s thankful for the black warm up shirt and she wipes her face on the sleeve before looking up at her sweet little pet.

“Now hurry back to your seat, the second half is about to start.” Diana drolled, standing up from the floor and stretching a few times, she felt better than she had in a long time.

Reader pov

You watch baffled as Diana easily composes herself, and leans against the wall.

“Oh uh yeah is there a bathroom I can check in real quick?” You stand up on unstable legs, before you can fall Diana has wrapped her hand around your arm, you look down at her hand in disbelief, she’d moved so silently and quickly, she’d been by the door moments ago.

“This is the shower room, there’s probably a mirror angel. I have to get back. Remember after the game though.” She pulls you against her and buries her face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a groan; then hurries from the room.

“What the fuck?” You mutter and wander over to a vanity to stare at your reflection. Your makeup is ruined and hair is mussed but a little soap and water will fix it. You feel bad about going through anyone’s shower bag but surely one of the girls had makeup remover. You picked the girliest looking bag and your assumption was correct as you pull out a pack of makeup wipes. You make quick work of your clean up, cleaning your face and between your thighs. Your underwear was ruined however, now you’d have to be even more careful in your skirt. Satisfied with your appearance you slip out of the room and search for a security guard. The second half of the game is already underway, you can hear the cheers and rumblings of the crowd as you walk through the player hallway, finally you spot a security guard. You suck in a breath and roll your shoulders, ready to act.

”Excuse me, excuse sir please” You called, pitching your voice a little higher and making it a little slower. The guard turned around, obviously shocked to see you.

”Maam this area is off limits Im going to have to ask you to leave.” He says and takes a step towards you.

”Ugh I figured that out, Im trying to figure out how to leave! I was trying to get to the bathroom and there was this long line and then some girl said she knew another bathroom and then we walked down all these hallways; I come out of the bathroom and she’s gone! Now I’m missing the game, wandering around these stupid tunnels.” You walk towards him and look up at him with puppy dog eyes, your voice purposefully needy.

“Oh Im so sorry that happened to you maam, of course, do you know your seat number?” He asks and lightly touches your arm, men loved playing a white knight, he’d walk you right to your seat if you acted distressed enough.

“Oh the seats! I paid an arm and a leg for them, they’re court side, I saved up for months and now I’m missing the game.” You whine and pull out your phone to look at your ticket. You flip it around to show him.

”Im between the visitors bench and the scorers table.” You add helpfully and he nods.

”Of course, Ill get you back there in just a second. We’re gonna take the employee route since its faster and the game is going on so uh watch your step please cause I don’t want to get in trouble.” His too big ears redden at his words and you take a moment to study him, his too tall, all gangly limbs. He clearly got the security job because he was so tall; he was young too, probably only right out of high school with his dorky glasses and big ears.

“I promise I’ll be extra careful. Thank you again.” You gush and follow him.

”Of course, I know what it’s like to save up money for something, I dont want you to miss it.” He leads you through some tunnels under the court and end up by the vip bar on the floor.

“Wow I think I got it from here thank you so much?…”

”Peter, uh my names peter.” He says shyly and you pat his arm.

”Well thank you Peter.” You say and watch him walk back to the tunnels. Deciding to take advantage of the vip area you accidentally wound up in, you head to the bar.

The bartender looks at you and smiles.

“Things on that menu are complimentary and things on this menu are an up charge, I just need to see your ID sweetheart.” She says in a warm tone. You dig through your purse and produce your wallet handing your id over to her.

”Complimentary as in like free?” You ask and try to cover your shock, you knew vip was fancy but damn. The bartender just nods and hands your id back to you.

“Uh I’ll have two Bahama Mamas please.” You tell her and pull out a five for the tip jar. Behind you you heard the crowd roaring and knew someone from phoenix was shooting a free throw. You were almost nervous to watch the game; to see Diana out there playing with traces of you in her mouth, on her skin. To return to your seat and watch basketball like everything was normal and she didn't just make you cum twice in ten minutes was impossible to you. After a few moments the bartender sits your drinks on the counter. You pull out another five for the tip jar.

”Listen Im gonna slip out of vip and please don’t say anything, its a really long story.” You drop the money in the jar and grab the drinks, hoisting your pocketbook further up your shoulder so you can double fist the cocktails. As you slip by the ropes you look back and the bartender gives you a wink.

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

Sneak Peek of Chapter 3 of YGTWG

Kant is climbing inside the open window when he hears Fadel screaming Style’s name. 

His blood runs cold at the sound of it. He’s never heard Fadel sound so devastated. 

“No." He whispers into the empty kitchen. "No, no, no.” He repeats over and over again as he follows the sound of Fadel yelling at someone. He flies down the stairs and sprints through the ruined door, just in time to see Fadel attacking a man he’s never seen before. They are both grappling with Fadel's gun, but he viciously headbutts the other man and it goes skittering across the floor. 

The look on Fadel’s face as he brings back his fist to punch him is unlike any face he’s ever seen him make. Kant had always thought he’d seen Fadel angry, that he’d been on the other side of his frustration and hatred, but he was wrong. He’s never seen Fadel’s face twist in rage like it is right now. And when he lets his eyes leave the fighting men to focus on the spotlight in the middle of the room, he understands why. 

“Style?” he calls out, voice cracking as he takes a step forward. “Style..” His friend’s head is hanging lifelessly off the back of the chair he's tied to, his bruised throat on full display in the light. He lets his gaze drop but he can’t tell if his chest is moving. His chest...There’s blood and bruises covering his stomach and…

Kant runs to him, ignoring the two men grunting and throwing punches on the other side of the room. 

“Style!” He yells as he reaches his side, hands trembling as he checks for a pulse in his neck. He feels the tiny flutter that indicates he’s still alive. “Oh, Fuck. Thank you. Thank you.” He chants, grabbing the bloody knife from the table next to him and cutting the rope binding Style to the chair. If he doesn’t stop this bleeding, he won’t be alive for long. 

He ignores how fucked up his face looks and lays him out on the ground before taking off his button up shirt and pressing it hard on Style’s stomach wounds. “Come on, Style. Come on.” He says to his best friend, leaning down to listen to his mouth. “Please don’t do this to me.”

Style doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move. He’s barely even breathing, and the blood is soaking, soaking, soaking the blue satin, staining it dark, dark, dark. 

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Style. Please.” He cries, “Please. Come on, Style. You gotta stay with me, ok?” He’s pressing hard, harder than he probably should, and he can feel his blood coating his hands. He tries not to think about it. “Hey! Wake up, you asshole! You hear me? You have to survive this so you can punch me in the face. You’d like that right? I’ll let you get a few good hits in, ok? And you can have my car. Just take it. I don’t need it. I just…I need you to wake up.”

A hand comes into his field of vision, holding a black checkered shirt. “I’m here.” Bison says, dropping down beside him before pressing his shirt into the mess to help staunch the bleeding.

Kant is relieved to have help, but he finds himself muttering his apologies to Style’s body anyway. He’s begging him not to go. Not to die, because what is Style’s dad going to do? What is Kant going to do if he dies? What is Fadel going to do without him?

 “Stop. He's going to be fine. We’ve got this, ok?” Bison shushes him, covering Kant’s hands with his own. “You see his chest? It’s moving, Kant. He’s breathing.” 

Kant lets himself look closely and Bison is right. He’s still breathing. He can’t hold back the sob that breaks loose in his own chest and feels the tears dripping off his cheeks. He sits still and watches them with blurred vision as they disappear onto Bison’s hand. 

[toothbrushfingers]

when you’re reading a fic and everyone is horribly ooc

bonus: there’s untagged …content…

[tempestmothstorm]

crazy how the sanshee plush is one of the few actual direct confirmations on what a non-act 2 Natsuki’s home life is like because of how cagey she is on literally everything. Like this isn’t anything surprising or something you wouldn’t be able to extrapolate from the games but unlike everything else we know about her the implications are right there on the tin.

They literally did the character bio trope where where all the likes are normal but the dislikes are about their very specific trauma it’s just so funny they did that on the plushie card

[squuote]

something that feels particularly notable is how much the game itself pushes the player to continue, whether or not that aligns with the narrator’s desires. That there is no real consequence by not playing an ending except for denying yourself of seeing the outcome of that choice. Which in itself is the very nature of continuing to push the wheel. Choices lead to actions that lead to player interaction. And even in scenarios like the zending, where the narrator desperately does not want us to move forward, the game provides a way for us to do so anyway. The way that the game will always provide a choice no matter the moral ramifications. But whether or not you choose to take that option will always be the choice you bear.

[imthursdaysyme]

Sleepover shenanigans

[beatlesbracket]

I know everything is jokes but if you’re going to be in the tags acting like you don’t understand how someone could possibly vote against your fave then you don’t really get it :-)

[takeyourdailydoseofcyanide]

asking for help always makes things worse

[antvnger]

((So What If…? Season 2 has 8 episodes. Ended on a cute 1602 Robin Hood/Shakespearen thing. Nothing else happened after that.

Poor Peggy being stuck in 1602 though that sucks. Oh well.))

[pixlmonkeys]

I say this with the deepest sense of hatred imaginable, fuck this article

[permanentreverie]

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