#the question of 'what do we owe to each other' can be answered simply with 'the dignity of retrieving our remains when we die'

[thatpunnyperson]

According to NBC here in the US, the missing titanic sub has been found. As debris. Off the bow of the Titanic wreckage.

And it looks like the sub suffered what we all suspected, and what was undoubtedly the more merciful of the two options: a catastrophic implosion from the pressure.

Also, more info has come to light about the fishing trawler with the hundreds of migrants that sank cataclysmically off the coast of Greece, indicating that the greek coast guard knew about the vessel AND how much trouble the vessel was in, and were towing it at a speed that made it capsize, at which point they unhooked the tow line and watched the trawler sink without helping the passengers to safety. Despite a bunch of other ships trying to help as well throughout the whole ordeal.

So a lot of people are dead, all because of regulations (and the lack thereof) regarding sea-faring vessels and rescue protocols. People shouldnt be allowed to make a business charging a ton of money for a ride on an uncertified, unsafe, un-seaworthy ship going deep into the ocean with no distress beacon or tether to the mothership. People also shouldnt be allowed to enact laws that criminalize the ferrying of refugees, which then force the refugees to hitch rides on fishing trawlers, and which also prevent people from helping those fishing trawlers full of refugees due to fear of legal consequences.

Hopefully BOTH of these events spark changes on an international scale in terms of what is legally allowed to be sailed, who is legally allowed to be the passengers, and what the rescue protocols are in the event of disaster for any seafaring vessel, illegal or not. It shouldnt be just the global 1% who get 24/7 search parties and remote-operated submersibles helping rescue them.

[suugarbabe]

[Chapter 8]

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: mentions of drinking/drunkeness, mentions of blood, kidnapping, torture, use of torture curses

An: so sorry this took so long, I was sick and mentally exhausted from other things and also debating where to end the chapter and where to start the next one; hope its alright :)

Enzo clutched his arm, rubbing the spot you had just harshly hit with your fist, “Okay, ow! You didn’t have to hit me that hard, Angel. T’was just a joke, yeh?” You rolled your eyes, picking up the box in front of you and setting it on the pallet. “You know she wouldn’t have hit you if you weren’t being such a twat,” Pansy spoke without looking up from her clipboard, marking off which weapons from the artillery stock you and Enzo were packing for the next ‘business meeting’ and what was left.

You shot a sickly sweet smile Enzo’s way, “Yeah, Enz, don’t be such a twat.” Enzo scoffed, “I was not being a twat! I simply asked if I could have your room since you and Riddle obviously sleep together. There’s no point in you each having your own room and I know for a fact he gave you a bigger room than mine.” You reared your fist back as if you were going to hit him again, causing Enzo to flinch slightly. You smirked at this, “You’re the most dangerous of the family but you’re afraid of lil ol’ me?”

Enzo shook his head, “Nuh-uh, I know there’s something else deeply hidden within you that we haven’t seen yet. I’m not pushing my chances. And you’re avoiding the question.” You huffed, placing two large rifles in a long wooden box before turning to face him, hands on your hips, “For your information, if Mattheo and I do sleep in the same room, it’s my room. I’ve never in been in his room. So maybe you should go ask him if you can have his room.” Enzo’s face dropped slightly, “Mmm no, I think I’m good. But answer me this,” the smirk that formed on his face gave way that you were going to hate what he was about to say, “Does Riddle make you call him boss during sex?”

A low groan left Enzo’s throat as he clutched his arm once more, “Shit, Pansy! In the same spot, really?” You high fived Pansy, “Serves you right.” You stuck your tongue out at Enzo, who mirrored your action. Pansy opened her mouth to tell you both to stop acting like such siblings when Draco’s voice rang between your ears, Family meeting, dining room, five minutes. You glanced between the two in front of you, “We all heard that right?” Enzo nodded, “You mean the annoying voice of a ferret ringing in my head?” Pansy slapped Enzo in the arm, in the same place of the two previous punches, “Merlin’s beard, can I not have any fun anymore?”

The three of you apparated back into the foyer of the house, making your way into the dining room to see everyone but Mattheo already sat at the table. You took your place to the left of Mattheo’s chair, still glaring and making faces at Enzo sitting across from you. Theo leaned closer to Pansy on his left, “What’s with those two?” Pansy shook her head, “Please don’t ask.” Theo opened his mouth to respond again only to be cut off by Mattheo walking in to the room, his presence alone enough to silence the table.

All eyes focused on Mattheo sat at the head of the table. “Tonight is an important deal for us. The De Luca family has been making deals with us since the beginning, they’re some of our most trusted muggle allies. Theo and Enzo, you two will load the pallets on the truck while Blaise, Draco and I go and meet them at the discussed location.” The boys all nodded at their assignments, not questioning what they were told. “What about us?” You motioned between yourself and Pansy, essentially halting some of the boys midway as they had begun to stand up. Almost as if he anticipated your questioning, Mattheo had a simple answer for you. “You’re not going.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes, “And why the bloody hell not?” Mattheo’s jaw clenched momentarily as others around the table widened their eyes. No one spoke to Mattheo that way, not when it came to business deals. Taking a deep breath to center himself before turning to you, his eyes a dark onyx as he spoke, “You’re not ready.” You narrowed your eyes at him, clearly not satisfied with his answer. Mattheo mirrored you, not stepping down from his decision, “I understand this may be frustrating, but I’m not willing to risk a repeat of the last time. You’re just not ready yet.”

It was your jaw that clenched now, “A repeat of the last time?” Mattheo had his tongue in cheek, clearly trying to keep his composure and his tone authoritative, “Yes, the last time. Lest not forget you nearly getting sexually assaulted and the boys and I having to kill five fucking people, or has that occurrence slipped your pretty little mind, Princess?” You tensed slightly, your eyes squeezing shut at the memory. Forcing yourself to meet his gaze you tried to match his demeanor, “No, Mattheo, it has not.” He gave you a saccharine smile that you took as anything but sweet. Leaning back in your chair you crossed your arms, pouting in defeat.

Mattheo felt a strange pang in his chest, like a tight ache that was telling him to change his mind, but he had to stand his ground, “You and Pansy have the night off. Enjoy it. It won’t happen much in the future.” He avoided your gaze, looking everywhere but your eyes because he knew once he did he would give in. Instead he kept his stare the the black mahogany beneath his tapping fingertips, “I’m doing you a favor. You have the night off.” You leaned forward on your elbows, making sure to keep your tone sweet and even, “Thank you, boss, I truly appreciate it.” The use of his title stung, but he did not have the time to dwell on his feelings.

Giving the boys all a curt nod, the group stood. Each man disappearing with a chorus of crack-like pops. When the last one was out of site you turned to Pansy, letting out a frustrated, “Can you fucking believe that?” At the same time she blew out a laughing, “You are so fucking lucky, Birdie.” You blinked at her in confusion, “Lucky? How am I lucky? I essentially just got sat from a business deal because other men can’t handle I have fucking tits.” Pansy just smirked, shaking her head, “The sooner you acknowledge your feelings for each other the better all of our lives will be. I mean him too by the way. That little lovers quarrel you guys had at the table had us all at the edge of our seats. You should’ve heard the things Theo was saying.”

You groaned, “Spare me.” Pansy couldn’t help but laugh, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “C’mon. Let’s go shopping or something, get your mind off it. We have the night off, remember?” You smiled then. A slow, almost sinister smile that had Pansy shaking her head. You stood up, walking out from the dinning room. Pansy was quick on your heels as you hustled up the stairs, “No. Birdie, whatever it is you’re thinking the answer is no.” You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the wheels in your mind from turning, “He told us we had the night off, Pans. Then let’s do what any hot, single women would do…let’s go out.” You walked into your room, making a b-line for your closet, “Help me pick out an outfit.”

You turned to see her still standing in the doorway, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. “Oh come on,” you walked back towards her, grasping her wrist and dragging her inside fully. “Help me pick one out and I’ll pick one out for you. You know they never come back from these business deals until the next day, hell, sometimes the next evening depending on how it goes. We’ll go out for a few hours, have some fun, and then we’ll be back here asleep in bed before they even knew we were gone.” Pansy chewed on the inside of her cheek, “Just one club?” You took your index finger, lifting it up to the center of your chest and making a small ‘x’ motion, “Cross my heart.”

Pansy’s shoulders relaxed then, her smiled growing two fold, “Okay…then I say wear,” she flicked through your options, giving a sad pout after a moment, “Wear something of mine, because for Salazar’s sake, Birdie, we need to take you shopping.” You groaned out a slight giggle, “I know…maybe if I play my cards right I can convince Mattheo to buy me some.” You were mostly joking, but the look Pansy gave you told you it would be worth a try in the future. After a few outfit changes, the two of you were turning in the mirror and examining your final choices. After much debate, you finally landed on a blood red corset top with a black leather skirt while pansy opted for a black body-con minidress.

You let out a low whistle as you took in your reflection, “Salazar’s fucking sake we look good.” Pansy nodded, “If we don’t get free drinks tonight, there’s something wrong with the male society.” You huffed a laugh in agreement. After a few finishing touches to your hair and makeup, the two of you apparated down the street from the dance club. As the two of you made your way down the pavement, you were acutely aware of how different you felt compared to a few months ago. “You know, Pans, I haven’t been out like this in a long time,” you hooked your elbow with hers as you guys approached the line to get in. Pansy leaned her head on your shoulder briefly, “We’re gonna have a good time tonight, Birdie. You deserve it. Just relax and let loose. Who knows when we’ll be able to do this again.” You giggled, smiling sweetly at the bouncer as he nodded and let the both of you in without hesitation.

As you entered the club the sound of bass was nearly overwhelming. You could only mildly hear the melody to whatever song was playing, let alone your own thoughts. Pansy hooked her fingers with yours as she led a path towards the bar. You could feel men’s eyes on the pair of you the whole way up. While at your own club Pansy was stoic and focused on her job, this seemed to be an environment where she thrived. Pansy gave a particular pair of tall, handsome men a wink as she squished the two of you between another pair of guys. “Oh, excuse me handsome, we were just trying to get a few drinks, maybe a shot or two,” Pansy’s tone was coated in honey as she batted her eyelashes at the broad blonde next to her.

Her seduction trick was flawless, the blonde man buying both shots and both cocktails. She thanked him and gave a pat to his cheek before dragging you to the dance floor. This became a repeated pattern for the night: bar, batted eyelashes, dance floor. You had to give it to her, the routine worked. “Go on, Birdie you try. How about…” her eyes dragged over the sea of bodies near the bar, “him.” Her manicured finger pointed at a taller man near the center of the bar. He was handsome sure, tanned skin and dark curls on the top of his head, “Why him?” Pansy gave you an incredulous look, “Because he looks like Mattheo.” You were thankful for the amount of alcohol in your system to help hide the burning blush that flooded your cheeks, “Okay, fine.”

You made your way to the bar, Pansy close behind. As you got closer you tried a different approach than Pansy’s earlier tactic. Coming up to the man you stood directly behind him. You motioned for Pansy to stand next to you, her giving you a questioning look. The bar area was crowded, and all you needed for you plan to work was exactly what was about to happen. As another group of people tried to squish through the crowd behind you, your body was bumped forward, causing you to put your hand out and catch yourself on the man in front of you. As you’d hoped, the man turned around and you made your eyes wide and innocent as you looked up at him through your lashes, “Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry. These crowds are terrible.”

The man smiled down at you, his eyes weren’t the same as Mattheo’s. The man’s were more of a walnut brown and felt cold, like this was all a game to him just as much you . His smile also was nothing near as stunning as Mattheo’s…but regardless the man was clearly falling for the charm you’d put on, eyeing you up and down as he spoke, “Oh it’s quite alright, beautiful.” You let out a bashful laugh, looking down at the ground. The man caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your gaze back to his, “Let me buy you a drink, your friend too.” His eyes flickered over your shoulder to Pansy.

“O-okay,” the boldness of his touch causing you to stutter over your words. Your chest ached once he turned to order the drinks. The interaction didn’t leave you as satisfied as it did Pansy, if anything it left you yearning for something else. You turned to Pansy after the man handed you the drinks, “I didn’t like that.” She hummed in acknowledgement, “Yeah I was more so testing a theory.” You raised both eyebrows at her, “Mind telling the whole class, Miss Parkinson?” Pansy shook her head, smiling as she downed half her drink, “Not, yet, Professor.”

The more you drank the more your chest ached. And the more you felt yourself longing for him. You were far beyond inebriated, not thinking clearly, but what Pansy couldn’t hear couldn’t hurt her. Mattheoooooo, you closed your eyes and called out to him, not even knowing where he was with the deal, if he was possibly fighting someone. You just wanted to hear his voice. Princess…what’s wrong? You smiled to yourself. You were sure to Pansy it seemed like you were just enjoying the music as your body still ebbed and flowed with the beat.

Mattheo’s frown turned down further, something that wasn’t unusual during business meet ups, but this one was going fairly well. “What’s up, boss?” Enzo leaned in to whisper to him. Mattheo held up a finger, trying to focus on your voice in his head, Teeeooooooo, miss youu. Mattheo’s jaw clenched, Birdie, where are you? You hated using your legimens, the fact that you were communicating with Mattheo that way, along with how you were talking was causing him high concern. I’m dancing wiff Pansy, she’s such a good dancer, Teo. I wish I was dancing with yoooou. Mattheo eyed Draco, silently telling him to take the lead before Mattheo walked off back towards the truck. Birdie, are you drunk? There’s no fucking dance floor at the house? Where the fuck are you?

He rubbed both hands over his face, trying to control his breathing. Not drunk…maybe drunk…don’t member the club name, like a pretty flower. Mattheo walked back towards the others, “Are you happy with the product or not?” He was being stern with the man but Mattheo needed this deal over with. The De Luca family member nodded his head, “Yeah, we’re happy. Well wire you the money first thing in the mornin’. Always good doin’ business with you, Riddle.” Mattheo nodded, shaking the man’s hand before grabbing Enzo’s collar and dragging him away with it. “Ow, woah, hey what the fuck?” Enzo was confused by the motion. “Birdie and Pansy went to a fucking club and now Birdies drunk, we have to go get them.”

Theo jogged to catch up, “Which club did our little trouble makers go to?” Mattheo scowled slightly, “This isn’t a fucking joke, Nott. And she said something about a pretty flower? She’s fucking drunk, she’s fucking talking to me through legimens and even then I can tell she’s slurring her words. You were a man whore in your prime, Nott, which club is that.” Theo huffed out a snort but didn’t deny Matthoe’s allegations, “Sounds like probably The Dahlia.” Mattheo nodded, “Draco, Blaise, you two take the truck back. Enzo, Theo, you’re coming with me.” The boys all nodded at their assignments as Mattheo reached out to you again, Stay put, Princess, I’m coming to get you. He rounded the corner with the other two boys to make sure they were out of sight before apparating to the alley down the block from the club.

Your voice rang in his head once more, Are you going to dance with me Teo? I miss you so m- Mattheo stopped in his tracks the moment your voice cut out causing the two behind him to almost smack into his back. “What is it, what happened?” Enzo was taking in their surroundings checking for threats he may have missed. “Her voice, it just…cut out. She was talking to me and then it was like something cut it off before she could finish.” Enzo wore a worried look, glancing over at Theo whose lips were downturned. Mattheo started walking again, only faster this time. As they approached the entrance to the club, the bouncer must have recognized Theo because he pulled back the rope and allowed the three men in without question.

As they approached the edge of the dance floor Mattheo gave one instruction, “Find them.” The three spread out, weaving through swaying, sweaty bodies as they tried to catch a glimpse of anyone that looked remotely like either you or Pansy. Running into Theo, Enzo asked if he had any luck. Theo shook his head, “Not yet. Every bloody black haired woman looks like Pansy out here and I can’t catch a glimpse of Birdie anywhere.” Mattheo approached the two, eyes asking the same question Enzo had moments before. Theo shook his head, Enzo’s height giving him an advantage in the middle of the crowd. “There,” he pointed over the heads of those around him. Theo and Mattheo turn, following his indication until they’re face to face with a very far gone Pansy.

She pouted as they approached, assuming they were there to break up the fun. She opened her mouth to complain when Matthoe effectively cut her off, “Where’s Birdie.” Pansy rolled her eyes, turning around the point at the person behind her. Only you weren’t there. Pansy turned in a circle, once, twice, three times before stopping and facing the men in front of her. “I swear, Mattheo, she was just here. She’s been by my side all night. We were dancing on each other not even five minutes ago.” Mattheo’s face grew hot, a sense of worry rushing over him that he’s never felt before for any kind of person, “What do you mean she was just here. Where the bloody fucking hell would she go?”

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You groaned lightly, your head pounding as you tried to sit up. The floor beneath you hard and cold, your outfit doing little for warmth. As you pushed yourself to a seated position you felt a weight in one of your wrists. Looking down you saw your wrist wrapped in a thick metal cuff, a chain attaching it, and effectively you, to the wall behind it. “What the fuck…” a low whisper left your lips as your eyes started to adjust to your surroundings. The floor below you was concrete, leaving a persistent chill running throughout your body. Around you seemed to be the layout of an old factory, abandon machinery and materials littered about the space. It was darker in the building, the emergency lights appearing to be the only functioning electricity around you.

Hugging your knees to yourself, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to call out to Mattheo. You repeated his name, over and over and over. You groaned out in frustration, slapping the floor next to you, causing the chains to rattle. “Whatever it is you are trying to do will not work.” You stiffened, the sound of his voice was something you thought you had forgotten, but hearing it ring through your ears once more brought a flood of painful memories with it. You looked around, trying to anticipate the direction the voice was coming from, the the old walls of the factory had the sound reverberated from every direction. “You know I didn’t think you’d be knocked out this long. But then again, your drunken state must have heightened the effects of the Stupefy charm.”

You watched his figure emerge from the shadows, the fear you once felt quickly returning like a white hot burn all over your body. You scooted yourself back until you were nearly flat against the wall, your knees hugged to your chest as his name fell from your lips like a ghosted whisper, “Damiano…” He smiled, flashing all of his teeth like a snarling predator as he towered over you, “Hello, Sunshine. Did you miss me?” You stayed silently, trying to press yourself impossibly further away, leading him to let out a low and menacing chuckle. He squatted down to your level, forearms resting on his knees as he balanced himself on the balls of his feet. He reached out slowly, like he was going to touch your face. You turned quickly, swatting his hand away.

He smiled once more before grabbing your face harshly, forcing your gaze to meet his, “Don’t be like that, Sunshine. I’m being very nice only chaining one arm down, but if you misbehave I have no qualms doing the other.” You huffed out your nose, still refusing to speak to him. You closed your eyes once more, desperately trying to reach Mattheo, or anyone from the family for help. Damniano applied more pressure to his grip, surely leaving the beginning of what would be a bruise on your face when he was done. “I already told you…your little tricks your new boyfriend taught you aren’t going to work. I figured he was a legimens like his failure of a father. I put a spell on the building; he can’t hear you and you can’t hear him.” Your lip quivered slightly, a new sense of fear enveloping you.

Damiano tsked at you, “I knew it. I always knew you were a stupid, weak, little witch.” He let go of your face before swinging his palm and slapping your cheek with enough force to split your bottom lip. You gasped, coughing slightly to catch your breath again, spitting blood onto the cold stone before you. You glared at him, “You think I’m weak because I’m not like you? Abusing and torturing those that don’t agree or don’t do my bidding? Why am I even here, Damiano. What do you want with me?” He looked down at you once more, a devious smirk adorning his features, “This is why you’re stupid, Sunshine. Can you not see it? Godric, okay. Let me spell it out for you. I don’t want you. You’re nothing to me. Even when you were mine you were nothing, just a tool. And that’s what you are today. Well…more like…a tool.”

Your face fell, which only caused a laugh to emit from his throat, “Oh dear girl, don’t worry. We’re not going to kill you. But we’re going to make sure Mattheo and the rest of his little group get the message. He stole something valuable from me. You, Sunshine, were nothing, but your abilities were everything. I can’t just steal you back or he’ll sick his fucking dog Berkshire. Can’t have that can we? But what I can do, is send him a fucking message.” He drew his wand as he stood a few feet away from you. You held your breath, trying to prepare for whatever he was about to unleash, but nothing could help with what he casted. With a red light leaving the tip of his wand your body was instantly aflame with pain, your muscles and limbs contorting and squeezing with agony. Your breath felt like it was knocked from your lungs, your mouth agape and gasping for air.

Two more figures appeared beside Damiano, their wands also drawn and prepped for whatever torture they were directed with. After a few moments he broke the spell, grinning as you gasped for air and tried to hold your body up from the floor. “You know, I was really hoping you would scream. I sometimes find myself missing the sound of you squealing in pain when I used to punish you. No one has quite the same ring to it you had. Guess I’ll just have to up the intensity of it all. Boys,” he turned to his cronies on either side of him, “together this time.” In perfect unison the mumbled the spell together Crucio. Immediately your back arched off the floor, your arms and legs contorting awkwardly as the searing pain once again entered your body. A blood curdling scream left your throat, the sound nearly as defeating as the pain you were feeling. Your eyes rolled at the immense pain, your mind going blank.

As you felt like you were on the brink of passing out, Damiano instructed them all to stop. He turned to them once more, giving specific instructions, “I want you to rough her up a bit more, but don’t touch her face. I want her to be recognizable when they find her. The two men nodded before approaching you together. You managed to sit yourself up again, holding yourself up on wobbly arms. This position didn’t last as one of Damiano’s men quickly landed the heel of his boot to your shoulder, your collarbone cracking with the action. You flew back slightly at the action and collapsed on your back. You groaned in pain, clutching the area and turning to your side. The men began kicking you; in the stomach, in the ribs, in the back. You were a rag doll for their game of human football, barely audible grunts and moans slipping past your lips. “That’s enough,” Damniano’s voice rang out. You coughed, spitting out more blood that seemed to fill your mouth.

The two men left your side immediately, walking back to their previous positions to watch as Damiano approached you. He crouched over you again, taking your face in his hands. With his thumb he spread your blood over your lips, “I always did like red on you.” You tried to pull away, but your strength was null, “Like I said, Sunshine, you…are weak. But you were mine first. And I can’t let you, or anyone else, forget that.” He shoved you from his grip, you falling back down to the ground. You were limp on the cold concrete as Damiano lifted your skirt over your hips. You felt him grip the meat of your thigh closer to your hip before the tip of his wand began to dig into your skin with a white hot burn. A whimper left your throat as he carved into your skin; you could smell it burning. Once done he grabbed the back of your head, tilting your neck awkwardly so you could see his handiwork on your body. On the outside of your thigh, closer to your hip was a small symbol that would make it impossible for you to ever see it without thinking of Damiano. A sun.

A single tear fell down your cheek, Damiano leaning in and licking it off your face with a satisfied hum. “You know I love it when you cry, Sunshine. But I can’t stick around to watch. As soon as I’m gone, the blocking spells will be lifted. Then you can call your little dark lord boyfriend. You’re at 1538 Woodbury Lane in London. Really wish I could see his face when he finds you.” He pulled your skirt back down over your legs once more, patting your leg where he just carved your skin before walking away and apparating out of sight with a low popping noise. You waited a few moments, just to make sure he wasn’t coming back, before tightly shutting your eyes, your entire focus on Mattheo and anyone else in the family that might be able to hear you.

1538 Woodbury Lane, London. 1538 Woodbury Lane, London. 1538 Woodbury Lane, London. You repeated the address over and over again until finally you heard him, We’re on our way, Princess, don’t move. You opened your eyes, at the sound of his voice, tears now flowing freely down your face. The irony of that statement ‘don’t move’ was not lost on you, causing a forced laugh from your lungs. With Mattheo’s confirmation that he was coming, you finally allowed your body to relax into the concrete below you. As if that was all the permission your body needed, your eyes felt heavy and soon, everything became dark.

[everlastlady]

Bloody Legend: Mammon X Reader 4

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✰- Author's Note: Hello! I'm really glad that you guys are enjoying this silly little story. Also I made a yandere Mammon bot on character ai so if you want the link to that let me know. Also the Juggling Is Cool song is stuck in my head 😭 Anyway remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✰- Story Parts: Part One | Part Two | Part Three

✰- Story Contains: Mammon, Striker, Verosika,Asmodeus, & Rosemary (oc), Spoiled Reader, Romantic Dinner, Shopping Spree, Mentions Of Reader's past, Mentions Of Mammon's Past, & Cuddling.

✰- Posted: 11/2/2023

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" Alright, (Y/N) is looking much better just make sure that they take those vitamins every day and are properly eating. Some fresh air should help. I know they are your mascot but a break from the spotlight should help. A lot of people end up dying from overworking themselves especially celebrities. " Rosemary said. Looking back at your door and at Mammon who had been looking upset because he knew it was his fault that you were sick. " I understand thanks doc, I'll be sure to send you your payment. " Mammon said. " Good, I can use it for a romantic dinner for me and my boyfriend. But remember no work for (Y/N). " Rosemary wagged her finger at Mammon and before the plant demon woman could walk away, Mammon thought about what she said about a romantic dinner with her partner, maybe Mammon could set up a romantic dinner with you. " Doc, wait! " Mammon snapped his finger and with green smoke along with a honk appeared in front of, Rosemary who coughed and waved away the smoke. " Yes, your lordship? " She asked. " How would you go about asking someone on a romantic dinner? " Mammon asked using one of his arms to rub his chin. Rosemary smirked and adjusted her glasses. " Why? You got someone you wanna ask out? " Rosemary snickers as Mammon didn't want to say who. " Just answer the question and I'll pay you twice the amount I owe! " He said looking desperate for an answer. " Calm down, just simply ask the person you don't need to do something grand gesture to ask them out for dinner. " Rosemary said while closing her eyes and then opening them. " Listen my boyfriend is a bouncer at Ozzie's when I asked him out for dinner, I just asked him and we had a good time. " Rosemary smiled and blushed. " It was nice, just the two of us. I didn't do anything grand so just go for it. Anyway I have to go I hope (Y/N) feels better. And whoever you ask on that date has fun. Maybe ask Asmodeus for advice. " Rosemary walked towards the elevator before vanishing.

Asmodeus? Asmodeus!? There was no way he would ever ask Asmodeus for love advice especially after what happened at the clown off. Mammon would rather give an orphanage half a grand before going to Asmodeus for love advice. He would just take Rosemary's simple advice. Mammon didn't want to take you to a restaurant. He could set up dinner here in the dining room. He could have the cooks make up delicious meals and the two of you could talk, just enjoy each other company. But he didn't want this to seem like a date or that he had feelings for you. Even though he did, he wanted you to feel the same way; so he decided to use this dinner to impress you. Mammon walked towards your room and opened the door. He saw that you weren't in bed but could hear singing coming from the bathroom while water was running. Whether you weren't a good or bad singer. Mammon always loved hearing you sing. It made his heart flutter your singing was something he first heard when you would change in your dressing room. Mammon waited for you to stepped out the bathroom, once you did you we wearing an oversized green sweater that had Mammon's M on it and some black stretch pants. You almost jumped seeing him. " Mammon, sir, uh hi did you need something? " You asked. Mammon shook his head and walked towards you. " You and me are having dinner tonight, to talk and forget about work. So where something nice! " Mammon pinched your cheek. " I'll be back soon, I have a meeting with Lucifer, I can't wait to see my old friend; remember to take your vitamins! " Mammon honked and vanished.

You stood there for a moment thinking about what Mammon had said. Dinner with him tonight? You smiled softly; that actually sounds nice - You decided to call up Verosika and ask if she wanted to go shopping with you. To which the succubus agreed. Last time the shopping was cancelled due to you getting sick. But you were feeling better. You decided that you would buy a beautiful outfit for this dinner with Mammon, so when walking outside you saw Verosika's limo. Her driver opened the door. Getting inside you not only saw Verosika but Striker who was grinning at you. " Well howdy (Y/N), Mammon knew that you would be shopping so he called me up to protect you as your new bodyguard, thanks for giving him, my card. Sorry about what happened to your old bodyguards, may they rest in peace. " Striker said while bringing his hat to his chest. Trying his hardest not to laugh. " Thanks. " You smiled and sat down in between him and Verosika. " Are you feeling better (Y/N)? " Verosika asked as the limo drove down the streets of Greed. You nodded your head. " Much better, Mammon even asked to have dinner with me tonight, to wear something nice. " You said while looking down at your phone. You didn't notice that Verosika and Striker had exchanged looks of disgust. Verosika cleared her throat. " Mammon hasn't been working you or anything else? " She asked. " No, he's been making me rest a lot and having people bring me medicine, water, tea, and food. Sometimes I catch him checking up on me or that the old blankets have been taking off my bed and replaced with new ones, it's weird how he's been acting but it's also nice. " You sighed softly with a smile.

Both Verosika and Striker were shocked about this. When the limo finally stopped at the mall. You got out, Verosika looked at Striker. " So now he's concerned about their well-being? " Verosika said. " I'm sure he's only concerned because if they stay sick or die, he'll use money. Once they are 100% better he'll make them over again like cattle. " Striker grumbled and got out of the car. Striker made sure to keep close to you and Verosika so that no crazy fans run up to you. You looked down at the green credit card that Mammon had gifted to you a while back. Mammon aleatory spoiled you because he always wanted you to look nice and because he wanted you to feel like you could rely on him. You went all your favorite shops while sipping on the strawberry smoothie that Verosika bought for you. The two of you hadn't noticed that Striker killed fifteen people that were creeping up on you and Verosika, either trying to kill you guys or kidnap. Striker pulled out a new gun and saw how you tried on different green or white outfits. You soon came out wearing a white outfit mixed with some pastel green. " What do you guys think? " You asked while twirling. Verosika almost dropped her smoothie as she was blushing and Striker without looking shot another creep but his eyes stayed on you as he also blushed. The two of them didn't say anything which made you frown. " It's not good? " You looked down.

Verosika shook her head quickly and stood up. " No no, you look beautiful sweetheart, I'm sure Mammon will think you look sexy! " Verosika said looking at you while blushing. " And if he doesn't then he's blind. " Striker said. " Because you look absolutely stunning. " Striker said. Both their comments made you blush. You decided that you would buy the outfit, you were having fun with Verosika and Striker. The three of you continued to shop. Verosika had bought you pink rose pendant and Striker had bought you a cowboy hat since you kept taking his and wearing it. " (Y/N) you should hit up one my parties whenever Mammon doesn't have you underneath his thumb. " Verosika said leaving the mall with you. Letting out a small laughter. " That would be fun, I always see your parties on Voxtagram. " You said always wanting to attend parties. But you really didn't because Mammon had you attend other parties. " Great! My birthday is coming up, I'll be sure to send you an invite in the mail and just in case Mammon doesn't let you, I'll see what strings I can pull. " Verosika held your hand getting into the limo as Striker followed behind. " Wait till you see the bull riding, I always stay on the longest. " Striker smirked. " Don't forget, I'm also from Wrath, I did a lot of bull riding on my grandparents farm when I was sixteen. " You smirked as Striker laughed. " Alright, darlin', we'll see~ " Striker leaned back. The limo dropped you back off at Mammon's palace; you wave and say your goodbyes to Verosika and Striker. Your ears felt hot thinking about the fun shopping spree you had with Striker and Verosika.

Making it back inside the palace. Mammon still wasn't back from his meeting with Lucifer. But you could smell something delicious from the kitchen. One of the servants told you that you weren't allowed in the kitchen because dinner was going to be surprised. So you went to your room and put away everything you bought. The necklace that Verosika bought you, went in your jewelry box and you hung up the hat that Striker bought you. You hoped that you could go to Verosika's party. You really enjoyed their company. You kept out the outfit that you would wear to dinner with Mammon. Feeling tired you decided to take a nap so that you would feel more energized. You laid down on the bed and fell asleep. Meanwhile at the meeting Mammon had to ignore Asmodeus as Lucifer talked about the process of Hell. He thought about the dinner date he had with you. After the meeting ended Mammon stood up ready to leave only for Asmodeus to say something. " Already replaced Fizzarolli? " Asmodeus said still holding that same look of angry at Mammon. " Yeah, what about it? You have time to spend with him, I found someone better than him, someone who brings me more money than he ever did. " Mammon said glaring at Asmodeus, hoping that he wouldn't say anything harsh about you Beelzebub and Lucifer watched as if this was a drama show. " No, you found someone else to exploit, and when they get tired of your bullshit; they'll leave you too. " Asmodeus walked off humming, the humming irritated Mammon because Asmodeus was humming the song that Fizzarolli sung at the clown pageant.

Mammon sat in the limo sneering, he was upset at what Asmodeus said. He wasn't exploiting you, he was helping you. He cared about you! Asmodeus doesn't know what he's talking about. Mammon took a deep breath, he should be happy, excited because tonight he was going have a lovely dinner date with you. When he reached the palace. He already had the servants help him get ready and look all handsome just for you. The dark green tux with the gold that he had tailored so that he could look good for this night. Mammon asked the servants to help you get ready and meet him in the dining room. The servants woke you up and helped you get ready. You felt a pit of nervousness sitting in your stomach. You weren't the only one feeling this way so did Mammon. He would mess with the items on the table. Having the servants bring in better flowers or change out the candles. Even had some of the dishes switched out. He even requested fresh strawberries in the bowl. Once you walked in Mammon was blown away. You looked absolutely majestic. Mammon was speechless. " (Y/N) love, you look absolutely fucking beautiful! " Mammon stood up and pulled out your chair. " Sit sit. " He pushed in your chair once you sat down. And then appeared in his own seat.

The dinner with Mammon was full of laughter as he talked about his past. " When I first met Asmodeus, I hated him on day one. He thought he was better because he was the sin of lust. Always talking about how more people have that sin. Which is a big fucking lie. Bee, she's alright I know that me and her would always get high and eat some good shit. We still do, Luci is a real good friend of mine, I do believe I'm his favorite. I remember when I first became a sin of greed. Seeing what people will do for money and power. Was chaos a circus of chaos then when the humans started dying and finding themselves in the greed ring. They still hadn't changed their ways. " Mammon took a bite of his chicken. " News team always ask us sins if we will get a queen like Lucifer has his gal Lilith, or will we ever get a partner like how Bee has that hellhound, I forgot his name. Now that Asmodeus admitted to loving Fizzarolli. " Mammon said annoyed. " People assume that I'm next. " Mammon looked at you. " Have you ever thought about dating or ever getting married one day (Y/N)? " Mammon asked while drinking some of the golden liquid from the glass. " I'm not sure, I'm always busy with the career you gave me that I never consider marriage or dating, but eventually one day I would like it. " You smiled enjoying the meal in front of you. Mammon looked at you for a second. " Well, you got all this status and fame. That anyone would die to date you, but don't let people with you for that though; because you are a bloody legend a beautiful, smart, funny, and... Kind legend. " Mammon clears his throat. " This is boring! Wanna go watch a movie? " Mammon asked and stood up.

You smile. " Sure. " You stood up taking the bowl of strawberries with you. As you followed Mammon into the living room; sitting down on the couch. Mammon put on a nice comedy movie, a nice romantic comedy; you sat down next to him eating the strawberries from the bowl. Mammon kept looking at you from the corner of his eyes. Seeing how focused you were on the movie. He was trying to figure out how to cuddle you. He didn't want to make things awkward or weird. But his eyes widened when he felt you lean against him. He looked down to see that you looked tired. He remembered what Rosemary had said, just go for it. So Mammon pulled you closer and cuddled with you on the couch. This felt like a dream, this felt nice. Mammon's heart patters, against his chest, palms sweaty, and head dizzy. You eventually fell asleep cuddling Mammon, who watched the movie but kept you close. Once the movie was over; he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, laying you in bed, he looked down at you. Before walking away, you grabbed his hand. " Please stay. " Mammon turned around seeing you look at him while holding his hand.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for kicking someone from my server and not explaining why?

(emojis so I can find later: 🪨🪨🪨)

[This happened a few years ago, but I’ll write the ages as they were at the time.]

I (14M) made a server for a fandom I was in. It was a small fandom (I was mutuals with every single fan on tumblr) so I thought it’d be nice to have a place we can all talk other than the tumblr dashboard. This was also not my first server — I had 2 or 3 years of experience running them (having run a server with 100ish members a year or two beforehand) so I was fully confident in my ability to run a server with less than 20 people, especially since everyone knew each other and was friends already.

Now, there was this person in the server, we’ll call her B (16F). I wasn’t super close with her, but ofc I was friends with her through the fandom. We didn’t talk much — the only time I can recall us speaking outside of discord was to send fandom art requests to each other. Obviously I didn’t have a problem with her coming in, but as she spoke more in my server, I started to question whether she was somebody I wanted hanging around.

I won’t go into full depth of things she said or did (both for privacy’s sake and to keep things brief), but I’ll explain my biggest reasons for kicking her.

First, she vented a lot, which typically I wouldn’t judge, but I really didn’t want a fandom server associated with so much negativity — and not only that, but the way she vented was very… I mean, we would be telling her things she did wrong in general channels, and then she would go to the vent channel and say things like “I’m sorry I’m so stupid and such a bad person I didn’t know what I was doing wrong.” and then we’d (well, everybody else — I don’t play these games with people) all have to console her. Not only that, but she’d vent about shit like — “I’m such a bad person because I’m cis. I’m sorry for being cis.” In a server full of trans people.

Second was her ableism towards autistic people, in a server also full of autistic people (This is honestly the biggest thing I had against her). Since most of us were autistic, we headcanoned most (if not all) of the characters in the series as autistic, usually with little basis in canon. One person specifically said “I think X character is autistic” and most people agreed, until she came along and said “No, they’re too normal.” We were all kind of like “???” until somebody said “Autistic people are normal” and she said “No, they’re all learning disabled” and some other stuff I don’t remember off the top of my head. (Obviously nothing wrong with having learning disabilities and many autistic people do have them etc, it’s just the way she went about saying what she said — and also disagreeing with a harmless headcanon because a character was too “normal” to be autistic). Again, most of us are autistic and were offended by what she said.

These were the two biggest contributors as to why I kicked her from my server — there were more (usually smaller) things she did that made people uncomfortable or pissed me off, but again, I’m not going to mention everything.

So, I silently kicked her, not wanting to cause too much drama, but also fed up with her behavior. I think I also softblocked her on tumblr, not wanting us to be mutuals or friends anymore but also not seeing a block as necessary (I didn’t mind if she saw my fandom posts in the tag, for example). However, she ended up following me back and sent me an ask asking why she was kicked from the server. I believe I told her “I don’t owe you an explanation, I just didn’t want you there anymore”. I didn’t want to say “you did this, this, and this” and just have her say “I didn’t do that/That wasn’t a big deal” and turn it into an entire argument, you know? I also just didn’t want to talk to her at all. So after answering, I softblocked her again and she sent me a long rant calling me a bitch, to which I simply hardblocked her.

I’m pretty sure I was justified in kicking her from my server, but I’m not sure if I’m justified in not telling her why — I understand being confused and demanding an answer but I also know she’d been told off multiple times — and I still don’t think she’s owed a response. Maybe if we were closer friends, I would have explained why. But I don’t know. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[toasttt11]

daisies

November 18, 2022

Luca and Adam shared a look and nodded, they had just finished practice and we’re going to make sure that Julianna and Luca finally get together.

Luke and Adam walked over to Luca who had just finished getting dressed and both of them grabbed one of his arms and dragged him out of the locker room.

“Uh guys?” Luca warily questioned as the two younger ones dragged him into another room and closed the door behind them.

“When are you asking out my sister.” Luke glared at Luca, Luke has been patiently waiting for Luca to get his act together and ask Julianna out because if he has to watch them pine after each other any longer he was gonna lock them in a room together.

“What?” Luca paled and chocked on air looking at the two in a panic.

“Please you are totally in love with Julia.” Adam deadpanned looking at his brother not knowing why he’s trying to deny it’s so obvious.

Luca gave Luke a wary look not sure if this a good thing to talk about in front of a very protective little brother.

“Oh don’t be quiet on my account. My sister seems to like you so you’re alright.” Luke shrugged nonchalantly. He wouldn’t do anything to scare Luca off too much unless Luca messes us and hurts Julianna’s feelings.

“And if i am?” Luca questioned looking between the two not sure if he is liking this mischievous friendship that has formed between Luke and Adam.

“Then tell her. She likes you.” Luke looked extremely exasperated.

“She does?” Luca perked up like a happy puppy looking incredibly hopeful.

“Yeah so tell her your feelings and get together already!” Adam almost all but shouted at his older brother.

“How should i tell her?” Luca looked panicked.

“Just tell her.” Adam shook his head at his brother.

“And get her daises.” Luke told Luca.

“Because they are her favorite.” Luca piped ip before Luke could and Luke looked slightly impressed but nodded his head in agreement.

“Don’t mess it up. And make her happy and we have no problems.” Luke sternly told Luca, making sure to play the protective brother especially because Jack and Quinn aren’t here to do so.

“I promise.” Luca quickly nodded, “Thank you!” Luca called out as hurried out of the room.

Luke and Adam shared one more fond eye roll.

Luca jogged out of the room, down the hallway and out of the arena. He hurried to his car and hopped in.

Luca drove out of the parking and onto the street and drove to the flower store. He quickly parked and walked into the store seeing an older lady working.

“Oh what can i do for you today?” The older lady smiled very brightly as Luca walked in.

“Daises. She loves daises.” Luca quickly rambled out and the older lady smiled fondly being able to tell when someone is in love having been in the flower business for a long time now.

“Just daises?” The lady questioned kindly as she started to grab her supplies.

“Yes she like the simplicity of just daisies.” Luca quickly answered remembering when Julianna talked about her favorite flower.

“Sounds like you know her well.” The older lady kindly stated as she grabbed her newest bunches of daisies and started to form the bouquet.

“I do. At least i hope i do.” Luca soflty answered, he knows he doesn’t know everything about Julianna yet but he can’t wait to learn the rest.

“Here you go.” The lady smiled and handed him the bouquet with a light blue ribbon wrapped around the bottom with a bow, something Luca knows Julianna will adore.

“Thank you!” Luca beamed knowing they are perfect for Julianna, “How much do i owe you?” Luca asked as he started to grab his wallet.

“Nothing.” The lady simply told him making him look at her confused, “It’s for a good cause.” The lady smiled she enjoys a good love style.

“Thank you.” Luca smiled feeling very touched and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and putting it in the tip jar, “It’s for a good cause.” Luca cheekily replied when he saw her look.

Luca smiled and walked out for he shop and got into his car and started the drive to her apartment.

Luca quickly got out of the car and jogged up the stairs in her apartment building and through her hallways till he was at her door and he knocked on the door.

Luca felt his breath catch as she opened the door and was in a soft pink long sleeve matching pajama set and the color was perfect with her hair and her hair was in a messy braid.

“Lu?” Julianna titled her head curiously but smiled seeing him at her door.

“Hi.” Luca breathed out and brought his hands out from behind his back and put the bouquet in front of her, “For you.”

Julianna took a shocked breath, she has gotten flowers many times before but never from someone romantically that she felt the same towards. And only her brothers has gotten her daises no one else has ever thought they should be bouquet flower.

“They’re beautiful.” Julianna beamed as she gently held them in her hands and looked up at Luca with a beaming smile, “Thank you.” She smiled softly.

“Oh i should put them into a vase!” Julianna quickly turned around and walked back into her apartment and knew Luca would follow behind her.

She gently set her flowers onto her kitchen counter and grabbed a vase and filled it water. She sadly had to take the ribbon off the flowers but tied it around the vase as she put the flowers into the vase.

Luca closed the door behind and walked in behind her admiring as she gently took care of her flowers and he couldn’t wait any longer he walked up to her and gently grabbed her waist spinning her around to him.

Julianna gasped slighty as her hands fell onto his chest catching her as he had spun her around.

“Please don’t hate me.” Luca’s voice shook and before Julianna could even ask he was pressing his lips to hers so gently and he could feel as she slowly smiled into the kiss and all but melted into him.

Julianna wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer.

Julianna gently pulled away but kept her eyes on him and she knew her smile was wide and her cheeks were burning.

“Hi.” Julianna let out a fond giggle at Luca’s words.

“Hi.” Julianna beamed back.

“Can i take you on a date this Saturday?” Luca nervously questioned even though he literally just kissed her.

“On one condition.” Julianna looked very serious as she spoke, Luca hurriedly nodded.

“As long as you’re my boyfriend now.” Julianna teased him soflty watching the worry slip off his face.

“Oh really?” Luca teased her back leaning his face closer to her’s again.

“Yes.” Julianna tried to look serious as she nodded but she was beaming.

“Then of course Jules. I would love nothing more.” Luca earnestly replied to her watching as she lite up even more and her smile got even wider and Julianna leaned closer and pressed her lips back to his.

[wheredafandomat]

Misery loves company

Loki x female reader

18+ | basically a couple of cartel bosses, contains mentions of drugs, smut etc

“So what you’re telling me is that we have two hundred kilos we need to move and no way of doing so?” Loki huffed, helpless as sighed into his hand.

“Yes, we’ve lost our pilot but—” Thor began nervously, pausing before Loki glanced up at him, prompting him to continue “there’s another way.”

“No! Absolutely not.” Loki shouted angrily in response, hitting his fist on the table in front of him.

“Loki, she’s our only hope.” Thor reasoned.

“I despise her, I will not do business with her.” Loki insisted.

“There’s someone here to see you.” Bucky spoke, taking you from your thoughts as you sat at the desk in your study. “You’re gonna like this boss.” He added with a small smile, your stoic expression unwavering.

“Well pat them down and send them in.” You answered. Moments later, none other than Loki Odinson entered the room, Bucky behind him before you dismissed him, turning your attention elsewhere, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Very thorough with his search that one, makes me feel I should tip him.” Loki spoke, stepping further into the room.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here?” You replied, clapping your hands together.

“I need a favour.” He answered bluntly.

“A favour?” You questioned, arching one of your brows “and what pray tell could I help you with?”

“There’s been a slight blip with shipping and I know you’ve got routes that don’t require aviation and so I was wondering if my guys would be able to use them.” He asked.

“You want your guys to use my routes?” You smirked.

“Yes.”

“Rousing.” You joked, causing Loki to roll his eyes. “Come, sit with me and have a drink.” You offered, gesturing to the chair in front of you. Loki sat as you stood, making your way to the small table with the crystal glasses and decanters. Getting two out, you poured some whiskey before returning to your seat, giving one to Loki. “So, Loki, how have you been?”

“I didn’t come all the way here to talk about my well-being, I’m here on business.” He stated, taking a swig of his drink.

“I’m being kind.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know what, this was a mistake.” He huffed, standing to his feet angrily.

“Wait, wait” you interrupted his tantrum, standing too “how much is the supply?”

“Two hundred kilos.” He answered.

“I want fifty percent plus another ten for the agro.” You answered, stepping towards him.

“You forget that without me, you’d have none of this” he asserted as you stood level to him, chin tilted upwards to face him “I made you.” He continued, looming over you. Silence fell between you as your gazes met, each as intimidating as the other before you broke the silence.

“You simply planted a seed Loki” you smiled “can one really take credit for a flower that had to sprout alone, killing weeds along the way? That had to water itself, nourish itself?” You queried, standing closer to him “the answers no, you can’t.”

“Look y/n, I’m sure there is a way we could both come out happy from this.” He winked, gaze dipping to your lips.

“Are you propositioning yourself?” You tittered. “My my, how the mighty have fallen.” You tutted, standing between him and the desk.

“There must be a way we can do this that doesn’t involve you walking away with sixty percent of my profit.” He inferred.

“Simple, find someone else.” You clapped.

“I trust you.” He implored.

“Fine then” you exhaled “beg.”

“What?” Loki snorted.

“I’ll only take 40% if you get on your knees and beg me.” You explained. Looking into your eyes, Loki inhaled before pushing his chair out of the way and getting onto his knees, your gaze following him. Lifting his hand, he ghosted it over your calf remembering all the times you had had him like this, on his knees, surrendering to you.

“What happened to us?” He sighed, still stroking your leg.

“You grew distant and I grew heartless.” You stated.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Loki disagreed, hand falling to your foot before reaching the heel of your stiletto. Balancing yourself on the desk behind you, you stepped out of them one by one. “I know you y/n, the real you, not the one that hides behind stilettos and the guise of dispassion.” He expressed, placing a kiss against your calf as he caressed it. You darent blink as Loki turned his head slightly, his cheek moving against your leg as he closed his eyes.

“Beg me.” You spoke just above a whisper, biting your trembling lip as you watched him. Loki’s lips traveled higher up your legs, his hands venturing below your skirt before he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. You fought down a moan as his kisses met your inner thighs, your body remembering the feel of his against yours. His gaze returned to yours as he reached your centre, eyes pleading. “Beg me.” You repeated, the meaning of your words blurred in this moment.

“Please.” Loki finally murmured almost desperately, brow twitching.

“Okay.” You breathed.

Lowering your leg, Loki’s hands ventured underneath your skirt again before he tugged your panties down. You barely had time to brace yourself before he was pushing your skirt up, mouth latching onto your pussy.

“Lokii.” You moaned, eyes falling closed as his tongue skilfully circled your clit. He explored your centre lavishly, his wet tongue moving through your folds leisurely as you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders. His hair was between your fingers, the images of passion filled nights shared between you both reverberating through your mind. You melted against him as he consumed you, his mouth engulfing your core. You glanced down at him, his eyes fixated on yours as your expression told him he could have anything. You were at his mercy as he was yours. He was your weakness, your strength, your god in this moment, this one venereal moment. “I’m soo close.” You gasped, hips rocking against his face as you chased your rapture. “Fuck.” You uttered, reaching your climax as the leg over his shoulder began to shake, your pleasure dripping from you.

Lowering your leg, Loki stood to kiss you before you pushed him back down, joining him on the floor. You straddled him as you kissed him, tasting yourself against his tongue. Your teeth clashed together as you kissed each other desperately, clinging to one another. Finally breaking the kiss, his lips ventured to your neck, claiming you as you moved your head to the side. Sitting up slightly, Loki lowered you against the floor, softening the feeling of the floor with his arm around you as you pulled him down on top of you. He kissed you again, hips grounding into yours as you felt his excitement. Reaching between you, Loki freed his erection before fisting himself a couple of times and lining himself up with your entrance. The both of you gasped as he pushed inside.

“It’s been so long.” He panted, bottoming out.

“Too long.” You agreed, moaning as he began fucking you. You clutched onto his arms urgently as he moved in and out of you perilously, not caring about the risk of being like this with you. He knew he was not himself when he was inside you; almost animalistic as his carnal needs took priority. He bit into the crook of your neck, the sting making you clench around him as he licked over the area, thrusting harder into you. You bucked your hips up into his, eyes tightly shut as your mouth fell open, vulgar moans escaping you. It was wrong of you both, truly indecent and utterly erotic for you to still derive so much pleasure from each other.

“I’m not going to last.” Loki warned, grunting as his thrusts grew sloppy.

“Neither am I” you panted “fuck, just cum.” You implored, eyes opening as you looked up at him. Almost on cue, his movements stilled before he came, both of you cursing.

Once you had both crashed back down from your frienzies, Loki pulling out of you, you rolled over, hand reaching up to the small table as you grabbed a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

“You still smoke.” Loki noted as you bought one of the slim vogues to your lips.

“Only after sex.” You shrugged, lighting it and taking a drag before Loki took it, taking a toke too and bringing it back to your lips. “You get my routes, I get my forty percent.”

“Deal.” He agreed.

Humming in agreement, you stubbed out the cigarette before standing up and pulling your skirt down, Loki watching you as you walked away, leaving the room.

“Do you trust him?” Bucky asked once you were away from the room, walking towards your own.

“Not as far as I can throw him.” You answered with a small smile.

Meanwhile, Loki had finally sat up. Sheathing himself, he looked through the notifications on his phone.

Thor: Did she agree?

Spotting the panties you left on the floor, Loki picked them up as he replied.

Loki: Yes

Thor: Can we trust her?

Loki: Not at all

Smiling, he pocketed the panties before making his own way out.

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[intoanotherworld23]

Deep Water III

Characters: Will Miller, Ben Miller, Frankie Morales, Santiago Garcia and female reader

Warnings: Impure thoughts, swear words, mention of killings and murder, lots of drinking, shooting

Summary: The Frontier men have to take you to one of their clubs, and that’s a perfect excuse to get drunk

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It was incredibly weird sitting in a room with a bunch of mobsters, and yet somehow they looked like normal everyday citizens you'd see walking along the street. They just didn't match the profiles of killers or thugs. You were pretty sure you'd hear all their stories though.

"How long am I going to be here?" They probably didn't know the answer to that anyway but you'd figure you would try and ask.

"Depends on when Will wants to let you go." You didn't like the way Benny said that though it wasn't reassuring that he would even let you go.

"Is he gonna kill me?" Whispering this time as you fiddled with your hands in your lap afraid for the answer.

"He won't kill you." Benny said as he gave you a warm smile. "We can promise you that."

"What if he gets really mad and can't control himself?" You threw on their face as they looked at each other.

"He's not going to kill you babe." Bennys voice a little more stern this time.

"Unless you give him reason to kill you he won't." Frankie leaned forward elbows on his knees hands clasped in front of him.

Not liking the way that he said that at all. What reason would you have to give him to justify him killing you? Surely he wouldn't kill you for simply trying to escape. Everyone who is held against their will or kidnapped tries to escape. That would be a ridiculous reason to end your life.

Then you remembered he mentioned your father and said your last name was keeping you alive. Wondering how he knew your father and why that was so important. You weren't going to stop asking until you got a legit answer.

"He said my last name was keeping me alive." Throwing those words back at them crossing your arms over your chest. "What did he mean by that?"

"We can't tell you that darlin." Benny shrugged his shoulders a sympathetic look on his face. "That's Will's department and should be the one to explain."

"That's bull shit." Raising your voice a little frustrated beyond belief that nobody was telling you anything. "I just don't understand why you guys can't tell me anything."

"Don't worry he'll tell you." Santi responded with a nod. "When the time is right."

Why does the time need to be right? That was such a bull shit answer and reason as to why nobody could tell you, and why it specifically had to be Will. Maybe he knew your father in some way, and something happened between them.

Gasping internally at the thought of Will or his men having to do something with your family's death. If that was the case you'd be more than happy to put a bullet in each of their brains. Then again if they wanted the family dead they would have killed you too.

"So you guys kill people?" Asking no one in particular Santi and Frankie looked at each other for a moment.

"Only if we have to." Benny answered for them making you glance over at him.

"Just like that guy in the alley?" They could sense the cynical tone in your voice making them grin that you weren't as afraid of them as they'd like.

"He knew what the consequences were for dealing with us." Santi responded anyway turning your attention to him.

"So he owed you guys money." You leaned back in the chair trying to figure out the reason they killed him. "And because he didn't have it you guys killed him?"

"Yes." This time Santi looked a little ashamed answering your question.

"Technically Ironhead killed him." Frankie spoke up in defense the corner of your lip twitching. "Just sayin."

Maybe it was just you but Frankie didn't seem like the type of guy to be involved in something like this. He seemed more like the type of guy to be afraid of guys like them. Although you shouldn't judge a book by its cover cause he probably has killed more people than what you'd expect.

"How did Ironhead or whatever become the head guy?" Asking as you looked between the three of them.

"That's a story for another time." Wills voice rang as he descended down the stairs your heads turning to him. "We have to go."

"Where?" Frankie asked as he stood up adjusting his shirt.

"To the club." Grabbing a gun and placing into a holder that was strapped to his hip gulping as you watched him. "Apparently someone doesn't want to cough up what they owe us."

"Is it that Russian guy?" Benny already knew who he was talking about.

"Yeah security spotted him betting money at the poker table." He scoffed loudly as he looked at his phone. "Even though he told me last week he didn't have the money yet."

"Little fucker." It surprised you to hear Frankie talking like that since he'd been so nice to you.

Which probably meant it was just another man whose life they were going to take. It made your skin crawl at the thought of hearing another man beg for his life only to have it ripped from him. Those men they killed most likely had families to go home to. Wives and children that missed them wondering what happened to them.

If you could have avoided being caught you would have ran so quickly your legs would be on fire, and you wouldn't be in this situation. Hearing them justify what they did to other people made you sick to your stomach. This wasn't how normal people should live their lives, and citizens shouldn't live in fear cause of them.

"What about her?" Benny asked pointing at you.

"She comes with us." He said like it was no big deal but your eyes went wide in shock.

"What?" Exclaiming as you stood up looking straight at him but he was refusing to meet your eyes. "Your kidding me right?"

"Will we can't take her with us man." Santi tried to reason with him.

"Yeah that's not something for her to have to watch." Frankie defended his suggestion actually making you feel better they thought about your well being.

"Yeah I'm not going." You stated but nobody was really paying attention to you.

"She's going with us and that's final." Will argued his cheeks turning red making them back up a little.

"You guys can tie me up, lock me in a room whatever." This time they all looked over at you. "But I'm not going with you."

Standing firm putting your foot down in defiance, but Will looked like he wasn't in the mood. Looking over at you finally before stomping his way over to you making you cower back a little from him.

Grabbing your arm roughly in his hand pulling you toward him making you whimper. The rest of the guys stood back not even daring to tell him what to do, but they still felt bad. The feeling of his calloused hands rubbing against your skin was burning.

"I don't have time for your pathetic whiny bitching right now." He sneered at you the veins in his neck popped out. "You are fucking going with us and that's final."

The two of you staring into each other's eyes silently daring you to say something else to piss him off. Raising an eyebrow at you and you lowered your head a little but still kept your eyes locked on his. His lips quirked up into a smirk knowing he won this battle.

It was too soon to be challenging his authority. He seemed like the type of man who didn't like to be tested, and if someone tried to outrank him it would end in blood. You needed to be smart about things, and stay alive as long as you could.

"Well what the hell am I supposed to wear?" Looking down at your clothes feeling these weren't club appropriate. "I'm not going to the club looking like this."

"She does have a point man." Santi agreed with him making you smile. "Our club has a strict dress code."

"She's going to be with us." He growled not liking his men to be agreeing with you so easily.

"Yeah she can't wear jeans to a hot nightclub." Benny stepped in as his eyes looked your body up and down giving you a wink.

"Fine." Throwing his hands up in defeat. "We have spare clothes upstairs."

"Yeah I'm not wearing clothes that your sluts left over." You argued making them all laugh leaving you confused.

"Either you wear the sluts clothes," Will spoke as he stepped closer to you, "or wear nothing at all."

"I wouldn't mind the latter though."

Your mouth about dropped to the floor with his challenging words. Surely he wouldn't make you go to a club with no clothes on they weren't complete animals. Judging by the look on his face though he wasn't playing.

Benny and Santi seemed to also like that idea as they chuckled. A part of you wanted to say wear nothing at all just to see their reaction, but you were afraid that he was dead serious on making you go naked.

"Asshole." Grumbling under your breath as this time he smiled in your defeat.

"Fish show her where the clothes are." Will ordered him as Frankie walked up to you and placed a soft hand on your lower back leading you upstairs.

As he led you to a room you saw a bed and dresser, and that was it. It looked like someone had lived in this room, but there was literally nothing in here. Frankie could see the confused look on your face.

"There are no sluts clothing here." He teased as you just rolled your eyes at him. "By the way."

"This was Yovanna's room." Frankie informed you raising an eyebrow at him wondering who she was. "She's in the hospital in a coma."

"We took all her stuff down so we didn't have to look at it." Frankie looking down at his feet noticing his eyes started to water knowing she must have meant something to him. "We left her clothes though."

"Just in case." He nudged your shoulder with a smile this time causing you to smile back at him.

"What happened to her?" Asking him hoping you weren't going to upset him in any way.

"She was shot a couple times and she just never woke up." Turning to look away from Frankie as you pictured what this woman's room probably looked like.

She was probably a very tough woman to be living with four other men, and she was also most like ridiculously gorgeous too. Or was clinically insane and hated herself so much to the point she would live this life.

Either way it seemed like her story was something he didn't want to discuss. Which most likely means none of the other guys would want to talk about it either.

"Come on let's find you something." Nodding towards the closet opening it to see it was full of all kinds of clothing. "Pretty sure you guys are the same size."

"What about this?" He held up a crop top and matching black leather skirt as you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Uh yeah I don't think so." Tossing that to the side he started to rummage through some more things before he settled on a black dress.

"This would look amazing on you." It was plain black with spaghetti straps and it looked really cute.

"Okay fine I'll wear that." Grabbing it from his hands as you placed it on the bed going to take your shirt off when you noticed him standing there still. "Do you mind?"

"Gotta stay here with you so you don't escape." Shrugging his shoulders with an apologetic look on his face. "I'll turn around."

Which he did keeping his back fully towards you as you quickly stripped off your other clothes, and slipped on the black dress. It was snug against your hips, and the ends of the dress went down to about your mid thigh.

The push up bra you were wearing had your cleavage nearly spilling out of the neck line. This dress felt like it was made for you, and you looked incredibly hot in it. You were wearing black boots which wouldn't have been your first choice, but it still fit with the outfit.

"Holy shit." Scratching the back of his neck as he looked your body up head to toe his whole face turning red. "You look amazing."

"Thanks." Wiping your hands down the side of the dress as you gave him a weak smile.

"Alright let's go."

Walking down the steps all three heads looked up to see you standing at the bottom of the steps like you were some kind of mythical creature. Santi had his mouth partially open in shock, while Benny licked his lips like you were something sweet. Then there was Will.

Clenching his hands into fists by his side as he tried to control his breathing. If the other guys were there he would have grabbed you so quickly and bent your over the railing. You were the best damn looking woman he has ever seen, and that dress made you look mysterious and seductive.

"God damn you look scrumptious." Benny groaned as he placed a fist up to his mouth.

"You're wearing that dress all the time." Santi agreeing with Benny as they began acting like horny teenage boys.

Looking down at your feet as all the men continued to drool over you. Frankie awkwardly coughed to snap them out of their day dreaming of what you probably looked like under neath those clothes. Looking back at him mouthing a quick thank you to him.

It made you feel good about yourself for a split second, but then you remembered where you were, and what kind of people you were surrounded by.

"Fuck let's go." Will groaned as he grabbed the keys and one by one you all headed out the door.

Will was struggling to control his hormones, and could feel himself getting hard picturing you in that dress. If the other men weren't here he'd already have you pinned against the wall with your dress bunched up around your hips, and his fingers touching you.

Shaking those vivid images from his mind of what you would look like underneath him moaning his name. He was never the type of guy to let a woman make him feel things. The other guys were most likely thinking that too.

As you piled into the car you were smushed between Benny and Frankie. Santi took his place in the drivers seat and once again Will took his seat in the passenger. You were going to have to figure out why he did that. It seemed weird he didn't want to drive.

For the first time since last night you were feeling good about yourself. You kind of felt powerful with how you made the boys act with how you dressed. Dress like that more often and you could probably walk away without a scratch. Although you were pretty positive you'd have better chance just trying to escape.

"Let's move." Will ordered as the rest of you got out to see a huge line waiting outside the club waiting to get in.

Looking at the club that had green and black lights shining down, and a neon sign that said Venom. There was multiple security guards standing outside, and once they saw your group they all stepped aside letting them by greeting each other with nods.

Guess the one good thing about being around them was getting into clubs without having to pay or wait outside with everyone else. Nobody dared to even groan either as they were let him probably knowing exactly who they were. Getting glares from the other women who looked at you with jealousy.

Walking through the doors there was strobe lights flickering all around the club. The dance floor was packed with sweating bodies, and the bar lined up with pretty woman chatting up desperate men. On another side it looked like there was gambling tables, and VIP booths. Assuming that was where they man they were looking for is.

You could feel a hand wrap around your waist looking from your side view to see that it was Will. The hand that was now applying pressure to your skin was starting to tingle. He didn't seem phased at all meanwhile you were panting and sweating by just a single touch.

"You want anything to drink?" Placing his lips almost on your ear as you all sat in a huge booth gated off from everybody else.

"Uh yeah I'll take whatever." Shouting over the music making him chuckle.

He motioned to a woman who was clearly the bottle service saying something to her as she nodded with a grin. Next thing you knew watched multiple women came heading towards the table wearing lingerie with a liquor bottle in each hand. The middle of the table had glasses, and buckets of ice along with stuff to mix in your drink if you needed it.

This was going to be your excuse to get hammered and try to forget everything that happened over the last twenty four hours. Maybe if they got drunk enough they'd forget about you, and you could walk out of here.

"Let me know if you see him." Will informed the guys who put on their laser focus.

Sitting there awkwardly as the rest of the men talked to each other looking towards the dance floor. Will's main focus was to spot the man they were looking for. Chugging back your drink as you began to make another one.

The burn felt good going down your throat. It was already taking its affect as you could feel yourself starting to loosen up. Bobbing your head along to the beat, and swaying your body back and forth catching the attention of Will.

"Found him." You heard him shout over to Benny who nodded placing his drink down.

"Pope come with us." Bradley ordered as he stood up. "Fish stay with her don't let her out of your sight."

"What if I have to pee?" If it wasn't for the alcohol in your system you wouldn't have said that, but it amused everyone but Will.

"Guess you'll have to ruin that dress then." He had an answer for everything huffing as he turned around leaving the booth.

Frankie nodded as he scooted closer to you watching the three men disappear walking towards the mini casino area. Frankie already knew what was about to probably go down, meanwhile you had a very vague idea what was about to happen.

"You might want to slow down." He suggested as he watched you pouring yourself another glass of straight liquor. "We have all night."

"I don't care I need this." Shaking your glass back and forth as you tossed it back with no problem this time.

"The hangover won't be worth it." He was trying to reason with you but you didn't want to hear it.

"Whatever." None of them had a right to tell you how you should feel or react to things.

"You'll still be with us tomorrow." This time he was being realistic and wanted you to realize there was no getting out of this no matter what you did or said.

"You think I don't know that." Snapping at him feeling your blood boiling. "Why the fuck do you think I'm trying to get drunk?"

"Alright okay you've made your point." Putting his hands up in surrender not wanting to make you anymore angry.

You really didn't want to yell at Frankie like that, but with all these emotions you were feeling you couldn't help it. One minute they could be doing everything to keep you alive, and the next then having you dig your own grave while they shoot you in the head.

There was no way you'd still be here with them if your father was alive. He'd have them all arrested or shot the minute they put their hands on you. Wishing now that he was still alive so you could be back in the comfort of your own house and bed.

"He's not all bad you know." You didn't need to hear a name to know who he was talking about.

"You have to say that he's your boss." Shaking your head at him not in the mood to hear his excuses for him.

"Actually I'm saying that cause he's not just my boss but my friend." Looking over at Frankie this time with a defiant look on your face.

"Could have fooled me." Cocking your head to the side as you poured yourself another shot.

"He really isn't." Scoffing at him as you looked over to the gambling tables unable to see them. "Once you get to know him at least."

"I don't want to get to know him." Before Frankie could say anything shots rang out in the club making everyone scream.

Rough hands grabbing you as he pulled you into him and shielding you from any bullets. Your body was frozen and you felt the full weight of terror strike your body. Trying not to cry as the possibility of death floated in your mind.

You've been around guns before and heard them go off, but it was never in a public place where you knew dangerous men were. In that moment all you wanted was your family, and to hold them and have them tell you everything was going to be alright.

Wondering who was firing and who was hit? Watching as the patrons scattered like little bugs that felt danger, and didn't want to be in the cross hairs of whoever was firing.

"Fucking get her." Was all you heard before someone else grabbed you.

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[keisl0vergirl]

“run.”

pairings — bts x reader

genre — suggestive fluff

summary — pranking bts with a… special interview

authors note — taehyung in paris im in love

"HEYYY!"

from the offset, armys could tell something was off. the way jin and taehyung immediately looked down with smirks upturning the corners of their lips, the way hoseoks smile just slightly faltered into an expression of shock before his eyes glistened like never before. and namjoons wide eyes sending you a look screaming i know what you're up to.

the others weren't any better either, deciding on simply chuckling when you stepped into the room with a flimsy stack of cards in hand.

"hello guys, it’s lovely to meet you. my name is y/n. i will be your interviewer today!!!" you tittered, knowing damn well that they knew who you were but you had a persona to keep up and you’d be damned if you let it end this early.

you had been close to jimin since your younger years, having fought over who was the better dancer despite you both knowing it was him. sometimes you just liked to rile him up. you came together once your three week dispute finally ended (he had given you a flower he found and everything was quickly forgotten).

jimin stayed close by your side, and by his other side was his beloved members so it wasn't a big surprise when you all came together. you built a close relationship with them rather quickly as you watched them take on the world and they watched you do whatever you pleased. you always had some kind of scheme up your sleeve, like when you somehow managed to become employed in their hairstyling team and convinced everyone to dye their hairs the colours of the rainbow because you could hear the voice inside you saying that this “incorporated the true meaning of their concept better".

you never did listen to that voice deeming it as too responsible, but it came in handy here.

you couldn't hold back your joy when two days later, you were met with a blue taehyung and orange jimin looking rather spectacular.

once the group realised this was your doing, they weren't pleased (even after your endless compliments that jungkook claimed you owed them) and so you quit that job and became an interviewer.

"hello, it's nice to meet you, y/n. we are bts and we couldn't be more excited for this interview today." namjoon smiled but the glint of worry that flashed through his eyes juxtaposed it.

"before we start can i just say that i'm a really huge fan of the hair. you guys look truly delectable." you smirked, feeling content with the soft blush that rose on jins ears and the shy smile on yoongi's lips.

"today we're going to be answering questions taken directly from your fans across a number of social media platforms, they have a lot to ask. some of the questions focus on separate members to give each of you a chance to share something about yourselves and get real personal with your amazing fans."

the group nodded but jimin wasn't okay with the smirk that remained on your face, he had faced many of your jokes and knew better than to trust you in a situation like this.

you cleared your throat, "this is from jooniesfiance94,” namjoons eyes widened and the others attempted to hold back their chuckles. it wouldn't be so funny to them in a few minutes.

"can joon choke me with his titties? like now."

his face paled, "wha.. uh thanks?? but no i cannot." his reaction had you bussin up but you couldn't afford to waste time before moving on to the rest.

“okay, next one!! from kimseokdilf, it’s 5 am. why is jin not in my bed feeding me eggs or his fingers? both are needed : ((."

jin immediately stopped giggling with jungkook and grimaced but covered it up with a smile "aah thank you, thank you. i make perfect eggs, you know? yes my eggs are very very lovely." he smiled at the camera before shifting his vision and glaring at you.

“well jin you do have the reputation of being the cook in the group, so it's no surprise that you make fantastic eggs." you softly laughed. "this comes from weluvjhope, does hoseok like sushi? i need to know where i should take him on our first date."

"oooooh," hoseok smiled, holding a hand to his heart. he had gotten the brunt of your last prank, yellow tresses glistening under the studio lights, so you decided to go easy on him plus you also had a soft spot towards him because who didn't?

"i don't mind any food as long as i'm with army!" he smiled, soft eyes shining bright. you cheesed, he was too cute sometimes.

"okay chokemejeon wants to know why are bts so attractive?? i will really grab jungkook and kiss the shit out of him." jungkook wanted to swat you. you knew how he disliked things like this, unable to deal with bold affection as such but here you were, sitting there with that proud smirk on your face.

with pink stained cheeks, he rubbed his face and grinned, “thank you, we try our best to look good for army.”

“is that it?” you smirked, you and jungkook always had a small feud between you and you planned to milk this as much as possible. “you’re not gonna comment on their strong desire to, and i quote, kiss the shit out of you?”

“ah well they can’t kiss me but you can kiss my photocard.” he squirmed under your attention and threw a finger heart to the camera beside him.

“ooh! so cute!! next we have a question from sugassoulmate, i can’t be the only one who wants to feel the power of yoongs tongue technology? like daaaaamn i KNOWWW it would send me to heaven and back!!”

yoongi just stared at the ground, blinking slowly. he didn’t have anything to say back because what they were insinuating was extremely clear and he wanted no part in it.

“the phrase “tongue technology” is a phrase i used to emphasise the power of words, especially in songs. people often forget to listen to the words they’re singing and rock to the beat, which is fine, but we often forget the authority in the messages artists portray. however.. i don’t think it has the ability to send you to heaven and back.”

you internally sighed. out of all the members it would be yoongi to turn a provocative remark as such into a life lesson. the hate you had for his intelligence had never been higher.

“oh.” speechless. “i- uh i have nothing to say. you’re so smart and pretty. everyone clap for yoongi!” the members and staff all cheered and clapped, causing a flutter of butterflies to pick up in his stomach. he really did love you.

“okay, one more! this is for both taehyung and jimin, it’s a really adorable one. iheartvmin says why do taehyung and jimin always spank each other? is it muscle memory or what?? i’m sure many viewers, myself included, are wondering the same thing, is it a friend thing or perhaps something more?”

you were indeed dead.

jimins faux smile failed to reach his eyes, glazed with pure malice. taehyung laughed but you didn’t miss the short scoff that he released.

taehyung cleared his throat, “jimin-ah is a very close friend of mine so we are naturally touchy with each other. i'm sure you get personal with your friends too y/n-ah.”

“yes very true tae! unfortunately.. that’s all we have for today. this has been y/n with bts!” the members yelled and waved bye until a straight CUT was heard from the camera director.

only then did their smiles fall and heads snapped towards you. hoseok still had a soft grin, grateful for you sparing him of those horrendous questions.

“well… heyy guys! how we doinggg?” you shyly waved, hoping to soften the glares stabbing through you.

“y/n.” jungkook growled.

“yep?”

“run.”

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[actiasteeth]

ASKBOX MEME 048 / ARCANE S01E04-06

All prompts taken from season one of Arcane (2021). Adjust as needed.

04. HAPPY PROGRESS DAY

"Hmm. We really have descended to anarchy."

"Who were you working for?"

"I can't. He'll kill me."

"I can protect you."

"I realize you're used to getting your way, _____, but we have a chain of command for a reason."

"She's a problem and we all know it."

"I expect better from you than excuses."

"You failed. Don't disappoint me again."

"I need to know that I can rely on you."

"These people have nothing new to offer me. The only one actually worth my time is him."

"Could I borrow you for a minute?"

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Now he thinks I'm weak."

"No, no. Not in front of all of them."

"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

"You almost died, _____. I just— I just want you to be safe."

"Who the hell are you?"

05. EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE MY ENEMY

"That's a serious accusation."

"You haven't answered my question."

"Where did you get this?"

"In what mad world would I trust someone like you?"

"I don't need favors. I need you to do your job."

"What if I'm not interested in playing along?"

"You almost got me killed."

"Are you sure this is safe?"

"I knew this was a terrible idea. You don't actually know anything, do you?"

"You've just made yourself everyone's common enemy, _____."

"You don't know anything."

"These are simply favors amongst friends."

"How can I say no to such an auspicious offer?"

"You know what your problem is? You expect everyone to give you what you want."

"If I'm discovered, we're both finished."

"This has gone too far."

"Imagining yourself a hero? One final act to make you the martyr you've always seen yourself as— Then what are you waiting for?"

"You're the only one I can trust with this, _____."

"Fear haunts us all, child."

"_____ wasn't the man you thought he was."

"Betrayal—that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out—can either break you or forge you into something greater."

"You filthy traitor."

"I see you never learned patience."

"Do you ever say 'thank you'?"

"Stop calling me that. My name is _____.'

"You're making a mess."

06. WHEN THESE WALLS COME TUMBLING DOWN

"Don't be afraid."

"Loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind."

"We can be loners together."

"Do you contemplate death, _____?"

"It's a sad truth that those who shine brightest often burn fastest."

"There's quite a lot about me you don't know."

"Listen, I'm sorry for disappearing last night."

"Now he needs me and there's nothing I can do. I hate feeling so useless."

"Why did you come to me with this?"

"Nothing feels impossible when I'm with you."

"We can't change what fate has in store for us, but we don't have to face it alone."

"Everyone makes mistakes, right? What's important is that we don't repeat them."

"I can feel my body eroding."

"What is this place?"

"I know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other."

"You don't know anything about me."

"I shouldn't have left you."

"It's all right. I can tell—despite it all, you have a good heart."

"_____, something's different. You've changed. What did you do?"

"I just... wanted to feel what it was like. To be somebody. To make other people afraid."

"Time and again, you've warned us what not to do. But let me ask you this: what's your plan to fix this?"

"How many problems can one girl cause?"

"Are you real?"

"Things changed when you left. I changed."

"You did what you had to do to survive."

"This is a trick! You're playing me!"

"Stop talking to me like I'm a child!"

"I'm not going to abandon you again."

[hshtag]

🦢 ─────── *ೃ  ‍୨ LILING & CODY INSTAGRAM LIVE.

To celebrate the near end and final voting round ( which is still currently open ) of the ongoing survival show, SHOOTING STARS, Liling and fellow contestant, Cody, went live on Instagram at 2PM KST on September 10th. You can vote for Cody or Liling as your top pick HERE, or in the source link! Below are the most popular moments:

☆  ׂ  ׅ* 𓂅 POPULAR MOMENTS !

( 17:15 ) - Distracted by the background of Cody’s room, Liling calls out, “Wait—is that your cat?” Cody hums and holds her up, clearly struggling as Liling covers her mouth in surprise. “Her name is Byeol, but she never sits still.” He mumbles the last few words, too focused on trying to hold the cat properly without hurting the animal.

Liling drops her hands to her lap off screen and speaks again. “She’s so cute! How old is she?” Cody immediately sighs, looking around as if he was waiting for someone to tell him the answer. “Maybe like 2, or 3? I can’t remember what the adoption people said.” Liling laughs, but moves on and continues to talk about a previous topic.

( 25:18 ) - “Okay, but the real question is, who do you think’ll make it into the group?” Cody asks, leaning backwards. “Definitely not you. Anyone but you.” Liling teases, smiling to show that she was simply joking. Cody rolls his eyes and pretends to be hurt. “First off, you’re not very funny, and secondly, I was gonna say you!” Liling shrugs quickly. “Thanks.”

Cody doesn’t seem satisfied with her answer as he continues, “If you make it, then you owe me dinner in 2 weeks.” Liling pauses for a few seconds before answering, “You’re terrible. Fine, deal.” Cody stands up and cheers loudly, his face off camera and only his torso showing. He sits back down as Liling begins to answer questions in the comments.

( 8:43 ) - “I’m not even joking, like, watching Shooting Stars episodes are so much fun. Whenever I have free time I’ll just piss off my members by nonstop replaying episodes, I love seeing the clips that actually made it in.” Liling comments, pulling on the hairbands around her wrist. “She’s so odd, I don’t even bother watching them, i’ve already seen it happen in real time, why would I want to see it again?”

Cody says, making fun of Liling’s blatant obsession with the show. “It’s funny seeing you act like you’re unbothered on camera when I know you’re really panicking.” She giggles, then stops when she notices the expression on Cody’s face. “What’s so funny?” He grumbles, waving his hand around to dismiss Liling’s sentence. “You are just no fun are you, Jun?” Liling replies and Cody quickly snaps back, “It’s Junseo to you.”

( 38:49 ) - Cody leans in closer to scan the comments for anything interesting to read aloud. “You guys fight like an old married couple?” The pair instantly look up at their screens, then at each other before bursting into laughter and gasping for air after a few minutes of constantly laughing. “Sorry,” Liling responds, “It’s just that—that’s the funniest thing i’ve ever heard, like, ever.” Cody follows, “Honestly, I can’t believe people think of us like that. I think we might have to change our public image.”

Liling reads out another comment after calming down a little. “No, I think they’re more like those two annoying people who never shut up. Well, okay then. Next time, just call us bitches and get it over with.” Cody grins. “Is Sunnie there?” Liling slowly looks around for her manager before replying, “Nope! She left me alone, which was a terrible choice. She’s probably looking after those kids she doesn’t actually care about, I don’t know.” They both sit in silence for some time before swiftly picking up the next opportunity for another conversation.

( 42:55 ) - Cody frowns at the screen before he prepares to say something, most likely something unimportant. “Why are there no Cody fans in here! All I see is Liling.” He grumbles, “Not true, I can literally see an Oliver fan right there, they just joined.” Liling retorts as Cody rolls his eyes, still mildly upset. “Okay, but the point is, my support is lacking right now!” Liling looks down at her nails and looks back up, tired of Cody’s complaining. “I’m your support so be quiet and start being more entertaining, I am carrying this live right now.”

“Well it was your idea, and it is your live, so what did you expect? You still owe me dinner.” “Voting isn’t over yet! Speaking of voting, you should go vote for me right now.” Liling says, promoting herself shamelessly. “Why vote for Liling when I exist!” Cody exclaims, trying to compete against her. She simply sighs and ignores his comment, interrupting him to talk about her most recent favorite song.

( 59:49 ) - “Alright!” Liling starts, tilting her head as she clasps her hands together. “It’s time for Cody and I to go, but don’t forget to vote today and i’d be honored if it was for either of us! Thank you so much for watching our live, we’ll see you soon.” She waves energetically at the camera as Cody holds up his cat once more, this time holding her correctly. “Byeol will bite you if you don’t watch every single Shooting Stars episode that’s currently out, and you don’t want that, right?” He uses Byeol’s arm to wave goodbye and the live ends there.

[succubus-interactivefiction]

Final Girl Blurb

Trans MC x Devon Low A possible scene that can happen if the MC is trans and on decent terms with Devon.

“What do you mean I know you from highschool? We never met before this job!” You snap as you spin on your heel towards Low.

“Of course you know me you stupid prick! We dated for three years and you dumped me to go to college across the country!!” What? Wait, WHAT?! Your eyes immediately begin scanning Devon’s face.

“I never dated…wait, JASON!?” Your jaw drops and you notice a few of your co-workers edging closer to the heated argument between you and your ex.

“It’s Devon now” She growls, her fists clenching at her sides and you immediately recognize the gesture, she is so close to simply slugging you. “Let’s take this somewhere else" she mumbles as she eyes your nosy co-workers. Grabbing your arm she drags you into an empty office and slams the door behind the two of you. “Now, stop acting like this is something bigger than it is,” she bites her lip as she looks you up and down, “I’m not the only one who’s changed. Who’d have thought we were both trans.”

That snaps you out of your thoughts and you close your mouth, readjusting your posture to your usual professional self. “Yeah, who would have thought,” you hesitate for a moment before you and Devon try speaking at the same time.

“You owe me...”

“I should tell you…”

You both stop and each fidget in your own way. A full minute goes by before she motions to you, “Will you at least tell me why you felt the need to break up? I just woke up one morning and you were already gone. I tried talking to your parents but they refused to even look at me, and none of our friends knew why you had just vanished overnight.”

“Oh, yeah, that…” You sigh and run a hand through your hair, your posture immediately slumping again. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I wanted you to come with me like we talked about and I was going to wait a year for you to graduate so we could go at the same time, but when dad found out…well he flipped. I was trying to explain that taking a year to decompress and evaluate life was a common way to go but at one point I accidently let slip that we were dating and that just made things worse…it took weeks for my black eye to heal.” Devon’s eyes widen and she takes a step closer. “He actually hit you? I never thought…”

“Yeah, turns out there was something that could tip him from always angry into rage. Turns out having a gay son was what did it, though, heh,” you shake your head as you chuckle, “Nope nevermind, guess I'm still gay. Anyway he gave me a warning, leave for college immediately without telling anyone and he and mom would still pay my way through school, or stay and become homeless with no job.” You slump against the desk behind you, picking up the nameplate and fiddling with it. “I took the coward's way out, and I regretted it for so long, still do in some ways  I guess. After I managed to shake off the fear I did try to call you but you had blocked me on everything and no one else would even talk to me or let you know what had happened.”

“Actually Kate did tell me that you had been trying to find me, but I was still SO pissed off. I still am if you couldn’t tell,” she leans against the desk next to you, “But at least now I understand. So thank you for that I guess. Hey, so can I ask when you realized…” she trails off.

“Realized I was a woman?” she nods, “Second year of college, I had just met my, uh,” you cough into your hand as you try to say ex to which Devon just rolls her eyes, “Smoooooth”

“Right, yeah so I had just met my ex and we were hanging out with some friends and one of her friends was trans and I started asking her some questions, you know just the usual cis curiosity questions, but her answers started to make more and more sense you know? I started to realize that a lot of her answers applied to me, to things I kept secret. It took months of research and talking to a few of the other transwomen around campus before it fully hit me. Took another year for me to accept it and tell anyone.”

“How’d your parents react? I can’t imagine it was good.” You can’t help but snicker.

“I never told them. I held out till graduation and as soon as it was all said and done I immediately cut them out of my life. No calls, no messages, I just changed my phone number, moved in with my ex, and changed my name. So I basically did to them what they forced me to do to you, I just cranked it up to eleven. Didn’t even bother to tell them about the graduation.”

“Wow, well they kinda deserved it huh?”

“Eeeeyup” You reply, popping the p at the end. “So when did you?”

“Another time Nancy, okay? We just dropped some major bombshells on each other and I need some time to absorb everything.” She stands back up and heads towards the door.

“Yeah, no problem Devon, another time.”

“For what it’s worth…it’s nice hearing you saying my name.”

“Ditto”

[aidansloth]

{Kit Kat - Gareth Emerson X GN!Reader}

Warnings: none I think, just fluff (and swearing?) Pronouns used: They/them, you/you. (I use the name Grant for the unnamed dude in hellfire).

Summary: Gareth, your classmate, after arriving late notices that he forgot his lunch at home and you decide to help him.

Words: 868

Gareth cursed under his breath as he entered the classroom 10 minutes late to the lesson; not that it was that late, but when Mrs. Morris already hated you, it wasn't very convenient. She gave him a death glare and told him to sit down. He nodded as he walked towards his desk and noticed you in the one next to his, smiling at him. No need to lie, his heart skipped a beat. He's had a crush on you since the previous year but you only had classes together from this September. You deciding to sit next to him when there were plenty of seats available, kind of make his brain short-circuit.

He smiled back, quickly reaching his seat and taking everything he needed out of his backpack; his eyes darted to the empty space at the bottom of it. Fuck. He forgot his lunch. He was so busy making his sisters' to take to school that he forgot to make his own. Fuck my ADHD. His eyes closed as he huffed.

"Hey, you okay?" he turned around at the whisper, seeing you gazing back at him with a questioning look. He felt his words die in his mouth, it going dry with the anxiety.

"Ehm- yeah, yeah I just noticed I forgot my lunch." he added an awkward smile at the end. You nodded and turned around to your bag. Great, they think I'm an idiot now. His focus went back to the teacher, hoping you would forget about this interaction.

"Here." his breath hitched at your voice, his head spun in your direction. Not a word came to him as he saw you handing a KitKat bar to him with a smile on your face. Come on Gareth, a word, any word would be good right now.

"I know it's not much but it's all I have to offer good sir." you said with a chuckle which made him melt even more. He now noticed you'd been holding that bar for a little too long and quickly went to grab it. He tried not to think about the fact that he just touched your hand.

"It's- it's more than enough, thank you. Are you sure you're alright with giving me this?" he kept looking at the KitKat because if he looked at you right now he would probably faint. You replied with a simple 'yes' and that was it. Until lunch of course.

He sat in his usual place, mindlessly taking out his KitKat and fidgeting with it. The rest of Hellfire looked at him confused and shared a knowing look among each other.

"What you got there, Gare?" Eddie stuffed his mouth with cashews while the others nodded.

"Yeah, is that all you got for lunch?" continued Grant, squinting his eyes. Gareth shook his head and tried to find the words.

"I... I forgot my lunch at home, was too busy making my sisters'." the others looked unsatisfied with his answer.

Jeff took a sip from his juice box, "What's that in you hand then?" he pointed at the chocolate bar.

"A KitKat." Dustin answered and without hesitation Eddie threw his last cashew (a really important cashew) towards his face, hitting him in the eye.

"OW!"

"That's what you get for being a smartass." he justified himself at Dustin's complains.

"Can we get back on track please? Where did you get the KitKat?" Mike was already fed up with the others' shenanigans.

"Y/n gave it to me." Gareth responded simply: he still hadn't opened his KitKat. At his words the whole table stopped stunned (even Dustin stopped complaining). They all looked at each other before simultaneously deciding to flood him in questions.

"When?" "And they just gave it to you like that?" "Since when can you talk to them?" "Are you two dating?" "They just had one on them?" "You two make out yet?" "If I go to them now do you think they'll give me one too?"

Before the situation could get even more out of hand Gareth shouted at them to shut up, which they did immediately, too intrigued by the plot. Gareth huffed and began bouncing his leg, still looking at the piece of chocolate.

"They noticed me looking at my empty bag and asked what was wrong, so I told them. Before I knew they've already whipped out the chocolate and- and they had such a sweet smile on their face- fuck." Eddie chucked and grabbed his friend by the shoulder and shook him.

"Man, you're whipped." Gareth half smiled and nodded.

"So... you gonna eat that?" Dustin pointed at his prized possession.

"You're not getting it, Dustin." Gareth moved the bar closer to himself.

"Really though, you eating that? Because it seems like you're about to keep that under your cushion to-"

"Don't even finish that sentence Jeff, yes I'm eating it." Jeff put his hands up in defence with a sly smile on his face; he was just really happy for his best friend, he'd been crushing for you a little bit too long.

In the end Gareth did eat the KitKat, but the wrapping paper is kept safe in his memory box, for him to smile over when feeling sad.

★★★

a/n: hope you liked it, next coming up is the date fic (I have no current idea for it so if you have any scenario or even a conversation idea just tell me in the comments thank you<33)

I love writing the conversations at the Hellfire table I swear I love them all so much

[katesmemes]

feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw! || PART ONE HERE.

“When you’re a parent, everyday is uncharted territory.”

“Sometimes you just gotta jump, and hope you’re not standing on a cliff.”

“God, you are such a cretin!”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone…”

“It’s like there’s a rope attached to my chest and it keeps pulling me towards you…”

“It’s so good to see you…”

“I felt myself getting too close and I didn’t want to break his heart…”

“Do you love him?”

“What difference would it make if I did?”

“He won’t answer any of my texts or take any of my calls…”

“Can we please talk?”

“I’m going to let you say what you need to say, then I’d like you to leave.”

“I think you at least owe me an explanation.”

“Well, I’m sorry I can’t turn my feelings off as easily as you.”

“D-do you honestly think this is easy for me?”

“If this is over, I at least deserve to know why.”

“For once, I wish you could see me for who I am and not who you want me to be.”

“Sometimes I don’t think you know me at all.”

“I wasn’t raised by a loving, supportive family like you were.”

“I can love you and want you and still not want that life.”

“We can figure out a way to love each other on our own terms, no one else’s.”

“That is simply not possible and you know it.”

“Nothing will ever happen to you.”

“If you want me to go, you have to tell me to leave.”

“Please…don’t make me…”

“I would never leave this room if I didn’t think there was any hope of holding onto the happiness I have found with you.”

“Tell me to go, [Name], and I promise I will walk out that door and trouble you no longer.”

“There’s something I want you to see.”

“When I was younger, I would dream of taking somebody I love here and he’d love it as much as I did.”

“Please, be patient with me, and I promise I will try to be brave for us.”

“When they write the history of my life, I want it to include you, and my love for you.”

“History, huh? Bet we could make some.”

“I want you to have some part of me until you can have all of me again.”

“I love you…”

“I’ll be as patient as you need.”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

“The truth is, every queer person has the right to come out on their own terms, and on their own timeline.”

“The forced conformity of the the closet cannot be answered with forced conformity in coming out of it.”

“Great job; I’m proud of you.”

“I just have to do everything around here.”

“You might be lousy at keeping secrets, [Name], but I am not.”

“[Name], I could kiss you!” “Touch me and die.”

“I feel so lost right now.”

“It feels like everyone hates me.”

“I’m always proud to be your boyfriend.”

“I think it’s time I stood up for myself.”

“The less you say, the better it’ll be for you.”

“I do not need your advice, [Name].”

“I don’t want your protection, I want your support.”

“This is more than just a mad infatuation.”

“Why is it out of the question?”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I thought it might bring you some luck.”

“Oh, my god, I’m so grateful you’re here.”

“What do we do now?”

“Do you think anyone noticed?”

[ggulmul]

Thank you for your rant on the possibility of them coming out, it was very needed and you considered their situation and all the possible outcomes realistically.

I have to say, people just keep on walking in circles with Jikook, don't they? This has happened countless of times: people doubt them, demand proof, demand this and that, and then Jikook once again show up and shows everyone that everything is fine. This will happen again in the future. It will always happen, because, for some twisted reason, Jungkook and Jimin's relationship apparently needs to be validated ALL THE TIME. If they don't KISS in front of the camera, then it's never going to be enough for anyone.

The other members can go days, weeks, months without even mentioning each other's name, yet no one questions them. Jimin hugged Hoseok the same way he hugged Jungkook in the enlistment video, yet no one doubted their bond. No one doubted they saw each other frequently and are besties. But God forbid Jimin hug Jungkook the same way, because suddenly that means they're distant and never see each other. Because we have cameras in their houses and we have full on 24/7 to it, it seems 🤔

It's not fair. Why do they have to be proving themselves all the fucking time? They don't owe us anything, and yet look at everything they've subtly (sometimes even not so subtly, bless poor namjoon) given us for TEN YEARS. Consistently.

People just don't listen to what they're saying. Jimin has grown to like being at home more. He answers Jungkook related questions but he deflects. He omits so smoothly that no one notices, no one even reads between the lines. He'll say that he hadn't gone to Jungkook's house, and that he'd seen him on vlive. And, to me, it means that specific day. I didn't see Jungkook TODAY. I didn't go to his house TODAY. It's hidden.

Jungkook is an introvert who loves hanging out at home with food and drinks. It's not that hard to connect the dots as to why they don't hang out publicly. They'd be both more comfortable at home, where they can do whatever they want, instead of going out in public and being scrutinized and having every movement analyzed and photographed. You develop certain habits when you're dating someone for a long time. You reach for their hands unconsciously, you pull them closer, you look at them and sometimes you can't control your eyes. Imagine that for two worldwide famous people in a mostly homophobic country? With the Military breathing down on their necks?

Plus the reputation with the president, like, they're Korea's golden boys. Everyone looks up to them. There is SO much at stake, but instead of looking at the bigger/full picture and considering EVERYTHING, nah, people just jump to conclusions and try to shove down our throats that they've broken up and are not close anymore.

It's tiring.

Thank you for response! You and I are of the same mind on this matter.

I agree with everything you said, and I share your frustration regarding the ridiculously high standards Jikook (and only Jikook) are held to. They have to constantly prove their closeness, yet nothing is ever proof enough? It’s quite baffling.

In general, I feel like anything ambiguous is dismissed as far as Jikook are concerned.

Such as with the ‘they haven’t seen each other, they’re no longer close’ debacle. Firstly, can we take a moment to process just how many times Jikook themselves have expressed a desire to meet/visit each other in their Vlives? Do people actually think they never followed through simply because we don’t have any solid confirmations?

Then there’s all of Jimin’s subtle deflections. We know his social intelligence is incredibly high, there’s no doubt he’d be able to execute such small twists of the truth seamlessly. Or well enough to convince anyone who doesn’t want to read between the lines.

“Have you seen Jungkook” “I saw that Jungkook did a Vlive.” This made me laugh. Like, calm down, Jimin, don’t be too forthcoming now.

I also think Jungkook is better at navigating these things than people give him credit for. Just look at all of the subtle ways he promoted Face and showed his support for Jimin during his solo debut. He’s very clever.

(Jungkook constantly gets underestimated though. Like, he’ll do something super intentional (GCF Tokyo, anyone?) and his supposed fans will basically claim he’s too dumb to comprehend his own actions? It’s quite appalling how they’d rather disrespect their idol like that than be receptive to what he’s trying to communicate).

Also, isn’t it interesting that Jungkook was so well-informed on Jimin’s solo activities? It’s almost like they’re a major part of each other’s lives or something…

[flowersforfrancis]

Why do people think humans killing each other is a bad thing when animals do the same thing and nobody gives a shit? NOW I'M NOT SAYING I AGREE WITH MURDER, IT'S A GENUINE QUESTION. I will explain. (I will be using lions as an example)

The only known predator for lions are other lions. They have no need to kill each other whatsoever. They don't need to in order to survive(technically) and they don't need to in order to get food.

Lions are warm-blooded mammals and they have feelings and they can learn things, just like humans. If they learn from mistakes and they adapt. They have even made up their own language through sounds that come out of their mouths, just like humans. I think that this kind of shows that they have thoughts and maybe a conscience.

Knowing this, human beings do not give a damn if animals kill each other, whether it be for food or for sport. So why do people get so upset when humans do the same thing? It just doesn't make very much sense to me.

God. To be perfectly honest I do wish that it was also anonymous on my end. But I’m not going to lie and say this isn’t something I’ve thought about quite a lot.

(Also apologies for taking so long- I was unsatisfied with answer-(still am), and then I just completely forgot.)

Yes, I definitely disagree with murder. But it is a funny thing. I feel as though humans have decided that they deserve a life- they deserve to live. We’ll say ‘taking a life’, as though in murdering someone you’ve just stolen from them. Like you’ve stolen an opportunity, a possibility. People will say stuff like, ‘oh they had so much left to do’, -something I often think about: When people are aware of the closeness of their death, often they’ll say they want to do certain things before they die- why? Sorry if it’s insensitive or offensive to any religions, but when you’re dead you simply won’t care. It’s only a sentimental Idea. Perhaps if you want to be remembered in a certain way, or do something like making a significant change. But fearing death is a whole 'nother thing, and of course it does have to do with murder, but I'm not even going to try to go into all that.

Death only affects the mourners. I guess murder is supposed to be unfair to them because, y’know, they want that person in their life. There’s the saying that grief is selfish- yes- selfish, but obviously reasonable, because we can’t help but need others. It’s interesting what you said about lions- that while they form attachments, same as us, they aren’t as affected by loses. I don’t really know why humans are more affected. Yes, we may be more developed and our relationships may be more complex, but it does make me think. Part of it might be because humans have a lot more individuality. We connect with everyone differently, and we are more exclusive in our connections. And humans do have more of capacity for thought- so over time we have thought about morals, and what we consider ‘right’ and ‘wrong’.

In the end I think murder has been labeled as wrong because of the way it makes us feel. And because while death is imminent, we try our best to avoid it for as long as possible. So when someone murders someone, the problem is the choice that was made. The death didn’t need to happen. If it did: the murderer is at fault. The person who died, easily could’ve lived. Again, Humans feel they are owed life and they are owed the people in their lives. -that no one has a right to take that, that it’s unfair. By murdering someone you are willingly bringing unhappiness to others- making it morally wrong.

I'd say we are repulsed by murder because it has been done at the hands of a human being with a consciousness. When someone has, for example been mutated we think of it as worse- out of fear and instinctive disgust. We talk of quick, painless, deaths, and hope that ourselves, and others, will receive them. But why do we care? If someone's death is painful, yes, maybe we don't want to imagine them in pain, but pain or no pain, they died all the same.

We plead and fight for our lives out of instinct, because we have a strange sort of a hope, because we hold a sense of belonging and a fear of the unknown.

But yeah, I don't really know the answer to your question. My general summary would be that the murderer is responsible for the suffering of those left behind. If someone were to be murdered, and they lived in complete isolation and hadn't a single relationship, I wouldn't see the fuss. We would only detest that because we have already been taught that murder is 'bad', whereas animals such as lions, technically, have been taught no such thing.

(Also I know that this was quite repetitive- sorry about that too).

[pomegranate-cuties]

Original poster turned off reblogs, but I think this is important, especially the tags:

[Image description: Screenshot of a Tumblr post by @thatpunnyperson, posted on June 22, 2023.

According to NBC here in the US, the missing titanic sub has been found. As debris. Off the bow of the Titanic wreckage. And it looks like the sub suffered what we all suspected, and what was undoubtedly the more merciful of the two options: a catastrophic implosion from the pressure. Also, more info has come to light about the fishing trawler with the hundreds of migrants that sank cataclysmically off the coast of Greece, indicating that the greek coast guard knew about the vessel AND how much trouble the vessel was in, and were towing it at a speed that made it capsize, at which point they unhooked the tow line and watched the trawler sink without helping the passengers to safety. Despite a bunch of other ships trying to help as well throughout the whole ordeal. So a lot of people are dead, all because of regulations (and the lack thereof) regarding sea-faring vessels and rescue protocols. People shouldnt be allowed to make a business charging a ton of money for a ride on an uncertified, unsafe, un-seaworthy ship going deep into the ocean with no distress beacon or tether to the mothership. People also shouldnt be allowed to enact laws that criminalize the ferrying of refugees, which then force the refugees to hitch rides on fishing trawlers, and which also prevent people from helping those fishing trawlers full of refugees due to fear of legal consequences. Hopefully BOTH of these events spark changes on an international scale in terms of what is legally allowed to be sailed, who is legally allowed to be the passengers, and what the rescue protocols are in the event of disaster for any seafaring vessel, illegal or not. It shouldnt be just the global 1% who get 24/7 search parties and remote-operated submersibles helping rescue them.

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#the question of 'what do we owe to each other' can be answered simply with 'the dignity of retrieving our remains when we die' #another answer is 'the dignity of thinking about each other fellow humans with similar motivations and feelings' #also 'stopping someones potentially self-destructive behaviors just because theyre rich and want to feel special' #also i feel like humans have been sailing the seas long enough that it should be guaranteed that people will survive sea voyages #im very mad about specifically mediterranean maritime disasters because we have ancient writing saying they made it safe #sailing from Egypt to Greece was so old hat and safe that people legit took the ancient equivalent of cruises back and forth #cleopatra habitually sailed from alexandria to rome with a ton of ships and was fine #Nero tried to have his mother drowned at sea by orchestrating a dramatic shipwreck while she was our sailing AND SHE SURVIVED #and then swam to shore got back to rome and whooped his ass #fuckin pliny the elder tried to evacuate people from pompeii and the surrounding coast villages when vesuvius erupted #and he actually WAS able to rescue people #but he himself had an asthma attack from the fumes which led to a heart attack and he died on the beach #there is legit no excuse for that trawler of migrant refugees to have wrecked #negligence all around #anyway #oceangate

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