#because the dude so clearly ignored me even when I spoke

[procrastinating-falcon]

Went with my friend to a coffee shop her friend works at, and after he finished his shift, he came to sit with us and literally turned away from me and only talked to my friend about people only the two of them know…

[bedouinpoet]

Leader, lover, sir, and broken dream Part 2

Part two of the three. Hope you enjoy my lovelies. Part three coming soon.

warning: 18+ only, smuuuut 🫣dom Hotch, mentions of drug and alcohol use, cheating.

Chapter 2, High on Hotchner

1 year later…

You and Hotch never spoke of that kiss after that, you secretly hoped he was more willing to fight for you. But the case went by easy enough. You found the supposed “short white dude” however despite his insecurities he didn’t match your profile especially when you realized the unsub was a woman. You and Reid figured out it was Victoria Baird’s friend Lindsey who had been doing the kidnapping and murdering, jealous of the attention the girls had, feeling she had deserved it more, you found Victoria alive, and the case was a classic profile. After that case you and Reid got closer, he’d invite you to movies in the park every Sunday, and your friendship grow and you were so glad to have an uncomplicated love, a friendship, and even though you two were just friends, when around Hotch, you made sure to hug him more, lean your head on his shoulder, tease him. Maybe you wanted to punish Hotch, or maybe you were just a glutton for punishment, but you wanted Hotch to be jealous, you wanted him to fight for you, to want you, maybe that was toxic but you felt like he deserved it. However even that didn’t last, because one year after that Kiss Aaron Hotchner moved on, and got a girlfriend, Beth. And you couldn’t even deny it, she was great, great with Jack, great for Hotch, clearly made Hotch happy but it seemed everyone else already knew about Beth except you, you were the last to find out after supporting him during his triathlon. At first you were gonna ignore it, brush it off but it simply kept biting at you, finally Pen made a good point that you couldn’t argue.

“if you and Hotch are actually gonna at least be friends then BE friends, that means TALKING! My lovely lovely iron heart girl. Actually talking, even about the icky uncomfortable talks about feelings-“ she had a point so here you are waiting, waiting for Hotch to be alone and once Garcia leaves she gives you a thumbs up and whispered “good luck” and you make your way to his office. You tap gently on his door, but it’s enough to get his attention. He looks up at you in momentary surprise but quickly reverting back to his usual serious disposition. “Y/n? What’s up?” You stand awkwardly in front of his desk, trying desperately to not remember all the things you two did on that desk, and his chair, and the sofa, and the floor. You sit down so he doesn’t see your legs shake as you get hornier, closing your legs and you clear your throat. “I just wanted to talk to you about something if that’s okay?” “of course” he puts his hands on his desk casually and you refuse to look at those stupid sexy big hairy hands. “Hotch….why didn’t you tell me about Beth? I mean….it just seemed like everyone else knew about her? Specially Dave BUT me, and I thought we agreed we were gonna try to be friends-friends mention that sort of thing Hotch-“

”do they?” His tone seemed accusatory and you didn’t get why but his face remained the same furrowed eyebrow way “what?”

“Well you said friends say these kind of things but when I asked you on repeated occasion what’s going on between you and Spencer Reid, you tell me its none of my business or accuse me of only asking because I am jealous.”

you feel your cheeks flush with shame but that heat then turns to anger and defence “that’s different Hotch and you know it-“

“how so?”

you feel your attitude showing up even though you told yourself not to make this an argument, every time you two have spoken you end up bickering “because I’m not accusing you of boning a co worker AGAIN first Morgan then Reid, Jeeze it’s like you think heaven forbid someone could just be friends with me without me wanting to fuck em!? And for your information no. Me and Reid are just friends. Close friends sure, but friends….and if that’s seriously why you didn’t tell me about Beth that’s pathetic and petty as hell!”

You feel in your gut you crossed the line by calling him pathetic and petty as he clenches his fists almost shaking. His eyes became an absolute storm. For a moment you want to push that storm further, you want him to punish you for such ‘insubordination’ but you feel yourself stop, he’s with someone you remind yourself, this isn’t a game. But that look, that dark foreboding, domineering look that drives you crazy and it gives you the courage to not back down. As he continues

“you really expect me to believe that? I see how you two are together, always hugging, hands on each other-“

”yes because we’re FRIENDS! I hug my friends, I’m like that with Morgan too and with Pen, my love language is touch you know that.” He scoffs “well that’s pretty unprofessional in the work space-“ you raise your eyebrows in absolute shock you can’t help but laugh, that feeling of Deja vu again becoming overwhelming but this time you aren’t backing down, you wont give him the satisfaction of submitting. “Are you fucking serious right now? I think we both know that argument is null in void Hotchner or are you forgetting the last time we had this talk, as I recall THAT time it was jealousy and you speak of professionalism here when you didn’t give much of a shit about professionalism when you bent me over that desk and fucked me to next Tuesday!? And you know what I think that’s what this is about…I think you ARE Jealous still!” You spot a blush on Hotch’s cheeks, as his eyes darken at the mention of what he did to you but then he averts his eyes for split second. Then he re builds his composure, his confidence resurfaces when he scoffs and rolls his eyes “Don’t be ridiculous y/n….i am your boss, no one else speaks to me the way you do and yet maybe that’s my fault I let it happen too long and you think this behaviours is ok-“

“Don’t scold me like a child and your diverting-“ your blood begins to boil over.

“Then stop acting like one! And I’m not jealous of anything, I have nothing to be jealous of” his face falls in guilt as he sees the pain in your eyes. That struck you far harder than expected with absolute burning venom to your veins. It takes the breath out of you and the fight out of you too. You feel you really may have been stretching it thinking he still cared for you in that way. You stand up, your body moves as your mind shuts down. “Y/n where are you going?”

“I didn’t come to argue Aaron….I mean Hotch….I just want to be friends” your feel tears in your eyes yet you can’t seem to cry. You finally look at him as his voice turns gentle “y/n I-“

“its fine Hotch….I’m sorry for overstepping, I thought we were friends I guess I was wrong….see you Monday Boss”

with that you left. The idea of staying in any proximity to Hotch was something you couldn’t bear right now…

…

You spent the first two hours at home crying and drinking, then drinking and reading, then putting on your tv flipping through channels, passing every romance movie with venom and hurt. Until you finally land on one your favourites “Ha! Halloween movie marathon perrrrfect Fuck romance” you slightly slur to the empty room, you order a pizza and some wings and start to watch, after having some wings you feel yourself slightly sober up. That’s when you remember you have a few joints somewhere hidden in the kitchen, you rummage through, desperate for a new distraction. What were you thinking, acting so cocky with Hotch!? Thinking he was jealous when he has…Beth. You finally find the pack you hid for a rainy day and dam it was storming in your mind. You sit down and light up the first joint, after the fifth puff you’re already glad you remembered these little delights when ‘knock knock knock’

“fuckl!” You whisper blowing out your puff waving the smoke away like that will get rid of the smell,

knock knock knock

“yes yes yes alright I’m coming!”

You open your door roughly only to stop dead almost losing your breath as you see Aaron Hotchner, disheveled, tired eyes, standing at your door ‘fuck…I am too damn drunk and high for this’ you think as anxiety fills you that Hotch, a unit chief of the FBI, Aaron Hotchner a fricken Profiler will definitely spot the dilated pupils, the smell, your change in character….have you been standing here too long?

“um y/n? M-may I come in?” You move aside still scared to talk like you’ll shout “I’m stoned as fuck right now dude” so you stay quite as he steps inside, his faint smell of cologne makes you want to swoon into his arms. You notice even his clothes are disheveled, his tie loose around his neck, no suite jacket, shirt wrinkled, now your scared

“Urrrmm….Hotch? What’s wrong?”

those joints are really starting to kick in and all you could think is how thirsty you were and not just for water, hoping this will be quick visit so you can help yourself. You also really need to sit down.

“Nothing….i just- y/n I hate the way we ended things today, can we please just talk? Please?” You feel your breath quicken but you can’t say no to his pleading. But you did way too much weed for a serious conversation “are you okay?” You just nod “water want some?” Is all you Can say. He smiles thankfully“sure thanks”

“cool…sit down I’ll bring us”

you fill your cup and chug it down for dear life then fill it again and a cup for Hotch.

You start to whisper to yourself “don’t trip don’t trip don’t trip” you slowly give him the cup as your eyes widen as you realize how fucked you are, you see all the bottles on the table in front of Hotch….and the joints. You notice a slight knowing smirk pulling at his lips

“thaaaat….is….medicinal” the smirk becomes a full blown laugh like honey “did you ever really believe that when someone told you the same lie?”

“Nah, I usually look the other way when it comes to weed, what are you gonna do cuff me?” You wink and his eyes turn from light laughter to darkness, your mouth is dry but your panties become wet.

“You know you shouldn’t admit that to me, I’m your boss”

you shrug sitting down next to Hotch and lift one of the fresh joints “we’re off the clock and this is my home, right now you’re just some dude who knows where I live” he merely laughs and shakes his head “ok fair point” he starts to watch you intently as you lift the joint to your lips, in your mouth as you light it up. Being the brat you are you take a deep inhale. You look back at Hotch and smirk “want some?” You offer it to him and he seems clearly hesitant.

“Oh sorry you probably have to go to Jack I wont keep you-“

“actually Jack is having a sleep over at a friends house and….well Beth lives in New York now”

“Oh….im sorry that must be tough with your schedules”

He looks away from you and you fear you said something.

“Yes I suppose but I go when I can and vice versa”

“that’s good at least…so….since you don’t have to drive I repeat the offer….want some? You can crash on my couch if you want….unless your scared, goody two shoes” low blow but thankfully his laugh shows he knows your teasing and he takes the joint and inhales like a pro. Your shock evident as he laughs and inhales again.

“Aaron-I don’t know your middle name- Hotchner….have you smoked weed before?” You puff twice before handing it back to him….He tries to not cough as he laughs

“goody two shoes? What are you twelve? Who says that now?” You find yourself laughing uncontrollably, a proper laugh, that rolls off you effortlessly. You haven’t felt this in a long time “maybe, now answer the question doody head” you take the joint from him. He laughs and shakes his head

“Well I wasn’t always the ‘goody two shoes’…I used to actually be the problem child when I was young, I was always getting into stupid trouble…” he paused like deep in thought, you shuffle closer beside him and nudge his knee “so? What happened to make the Hotch we all know and love today?” You hope he didn’t notice you saying love and he clearly doesn’t as he takes two rather large puffs and passes it back “I grow up…I figured I had two choices, keep making the same bad choices or be the person my family needed me to be after my dad died. I had to be there for Sean and mom and I wanted….I wanted to be good enough for Haley” he trails off again and you allow the moment of silence for her… and for him. Finally you clear your throat passing it back “well…sounds like little Aaron was pretty smart and I’m glad he made the choices he did or else we wouldn’t have you” you kiss his cheek like it was the most natural thing to do…Fuck your stoned, why did you do that? Hotch blushes and smiles flustered, his smile allows you to breath a little…”thanks y/n”

“Any time hun”

you look into those velvety chocolate eyes, his eyes are blood shot but his pupils become so dilated you wonder if that’s all the weed or if, like you, he’s horny as hell, your eyes dart between his eyes and mouth and you notice him doing the same, staying on your lips long enough to make you lightly lick them. You feel as if times stopped and the air is heavy, the room closing in. Hotch opens his mouth to speak a few times still flustered “I should-“

“yea”

and without a thought you grab his shirt and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow, you stop only for a moment to make sure he is ok but as you looked at those eyes, that handsome, painfully loving and brave face, without thinking you say. “I shouldn’t have turned you away….i was in so much pain that day and I was scared, even though I wanted you….want you…so bad…I need you right now Aaron” his eyes darkened looking at your pleading horny filled eyes, you were so wet it was uncomfortable sitting so still.

“y/n-“ he searches for what to say, so you stop him “please ….Aaron”

Hotche’s breathing hitches at the sound of his name, you can tell he’s holding back, like an animal in a cage, but that cage is wavering. You start to squirm needing to feel his touch so bad. You damn near pout lightly caressing his leg. “Fuck it” he growls as he grabs you by the neck and pulls you in for a kiss that feels like it can consume you. His touches rough, needy, possessive he grabs your jaw holding it tight as he growls “open your mouth baby” you obey without question and he puts two fingers in, you suck them desperately, he quickly hisses as you start to palm the hard-on that’s fighting against his pants. He stares at you sucking his fingers like it’s the hottest thing in the world “fuck sweetheart the things I want to do to you”

“do it…do all of it…punish me sir please I need you” he shoves his fingers back in your mouth this time rougher, like he’s angry.

“want me to punish you for being the pretty little tease you are hmm? Want me to punish you for all your insubordination, looking at me with those eyes, wearing those dresses, showing off what I can’t touch, you know how much that killed me? Trying to make me jealous huh?” All you can do is gag just wishing he’ll use his cock soon, he takes his fingers from your mouth grabbing you by the neck “answer me baby…I wanna hear what you want” you stutter, trying to think of words as you feel his touch like a drug under your shirt moving up to your breasts (thank gosh you decided not to wear a bra right now) he pinches your nipple “answer me y/n” he pinches harder and you shout “fuck! Yes….yes sir I want-fuck- I- need you to punish me, fuck me, let me taste please sir” if this was anyone else you’d feel pathetic but with Aaron….it felt right, you wanted it and more so right now with how high you both were, every touch felt like an orgasm you just needed more. “p-pl-please…Daddy”

It was the first time trying that nickname but it had the effect you hoped for. Aaron growled and gave a gutteral moan and his lips was on yours, this time biting your bottom lip so hard it bled, he stood up and his every action just got you wetter as he looked down at you, slowly taking off his belt “be a good girl, take off your shirt now” you feel yourself shake at his gaze as you take your shirt off slowly, anything for more. He unzips and lowers his pants and boxers just low enough for his cock to spring out. You forgot how big his cock was you swallow at the idea of having it down your throat, excited as you see the pre cum glisten his tip. Hotch grabs your jaw tight forcing you to look up at him. “Open wide sweetheart….wider” you open as wide as you can, your tongue sticking out to finally get a taste. He smiles down at you like a sight to behold “mmm good girl, you’re gonna take my cock like my good slut and you don’t stop till I say so….nod that you understand and agree babe” you nod repeatedly just needing to feel it. Without warning he shoves his cock deep down your throat, you gag and choke but you just want more as you put your hand at his base, he doesn’t let up, he pulls your hair thrusting hard….you wanted punishment, he’s going to give it to you

“fuuuuuck y/n your mouth feels so damn good! Fuck that’s right take it baby…you wanted to get me jealous huh? Knew it would drive me crazy seeing Reid and Morgan’s hands on you- fuck!” His legs almost buckle when he thrusts so deep your nose touches the little hairs at his base and you gag

“fucking take my cock and remember who you belong too”

hearing his possessiveness through his guttural moans as he grunts and thrusts deep down your throat drove you crazy, you had to touch yourself or you’d explode. You put your hand down your shorts and you rub your clit, moaning and gagging on his cock, his hands tight gripped on your hair. You hear Hotch’s laugh, a dark, horny laugh “you just can’t wait huh sweetheart? Your pussy needs it huh….what does your pussy need baby tell Daddy?” He finally lets you breath, the tip of his cock playing on your lips, slapping your face

“you sir, please, my pussy needs you Aaron please”

he cups your face the first moment of gentleness and for a moment you think he will give in. He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip, smirking with dark eyes like he has plans. “You really thought I was gonna make it so easy? Tsk tsk tsk you’re gonna suck my cock a little longer and no touching that clit unless I say-“ you start to whimper “but-“

“no buts, give me your hands” you obey reluctantly, confused and excited for whatever he has planned. He grabs your wrists with one hand, grabbing his belt with the other. You watch in excitement, heated, needy awe as he ties your hands together. He keeps a hold of your tied hands while he uses his other to continue pulling your hair. Full control of your body. His breathing staggering as he orders

“open”

you obey taking every inch until you gag, the moment he hears those sounds he thrusts harder and harder. Your throat burns but you don’t want it to stop, even for water, you feel tears start to roll down your cheeks, your spit down your chin, all of it just makes Aaron rougher, his breathing ragged as his thrusts become more sporadic. You know he’s close you suck his cock like your life depends on it. “fuck y/n!” with that final thrust you feel his cum down your throat and coat your mouth. He thrusts a few more times just to make sure every drop is down your throat. As he gets out he closes your mouth “swallow babe” you do “again” you do and open your mouth just to prove you swallowed it sticking your tounge out. Hotch takes his opportunity putting your tongue in his mouth kissing you as he takes off your shorts. Caressing every part of you then pinching your nipples hard enough to make you shout “Aaron!” He pinches again as he kisses down your neck biting hard at your pulse point….you know he’s gonna leave a million marks and it only turns you on more.

“A-Aaron please I need you I-i can’t wait please” your pleading evident in your entire body as he looks at you with those caramel eyes and you know he’s given in. He kisses you gently “let’s go to your room it’s time your pussy got some attention sweetheart”

his boxers and and pants already off the only thing standing between you and Aaron Hotchner’s naked body is his dress shirt and loosened tie…you take his hand leading him to your bedroom, as you smile back at him you see Hotch taking off his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt with one hand….fuck what those hands could do. The second you close the bedroom door after you, Hotch pins you to the door hard enough to knock the wind out of you and no time to take a breath with his lips on yours again, you start to pump his already hardening cock as you feel his fingers tease your clit at an excruciating pace, you can’t remember the last time you felt so good and remember that it was always like this with Aaron, like he knows your body and every weak spot you have. You grasp his hair for support as he sticks two fingers in you relentlessly and you grab his hair harder as he groans. “sir..please no more teasing I need you so bad”

with your final plea he lifts you and takes you to the bed, putting you down and in that moment he’s on top of you, you feel an overwhelming sense of warmth, this feeling like everything is right, he looks in your eyes and you can see he feels the same way “y/n- I-i love you”

your heart pounds at the unexpected confession and you feel speechless all you can do is kiss him over and over as he adjusts himself to your entrance and thrusts home. First at a slow pace allowing you to adjust to his size, but then he stays at that pace to tease you until you wrap your legs around his waist, just wanting to feel every inch of him stretch you, with that his pace turns relentlessly harder, and harder and harder as he pulls your hair and bites your neck, your shoulder, cupping and squeezing your breasts as you moan his name over and over as he groans and grunts, and praises “you feel so good honey so fucking good” it’s like candy to your ears and you can’t get enough as you feel that coil inside you about to snap, you scratch down Hotch’s back and you clench his cock, moaning in unison as you orgasm on him and he fucks you through it. Your entire body shakes and you feel Aaron’s pace go harder and faster as he chases his own high. Until he’s about to pull out but you keep your legs wrapped around him

“y/n I’m about to cu-“

“in me please I wanna feel it” with that permission he lets go thrusting hard and deep making sure his seed is deep inside. For a few minutes you both just stay there. His head nuzzles in your neck as you play with his hair, his cock softening inside you. “I think you should sleep in my bed tonight….couch is too far away and I’m cold”

he laughs in your neck “oh I see, I’m supposed to be just your heated blanket?” You nod excitedly

“yup…no other reason Mr Heated blanket you run hot I need heat it’s like free heating”

he laughs again and you could listen to that sound for eternity as he stands up and you feel his warmth missing and it makes you whimper he leans in to kiss your forheard “I’m just getting us some water sweetheart….that was a lot of marijuana you need to stay hydrated, do you need anything else honey?”

You try to think but all you do is stare at that man’s body so you smile and shake your head “just hurrry I’m cold” he takes a moment to look at you and leaves. You start to really get cold so you snuggle under the blanket making sure to keep the space for Hotch as he comes back in. He hands you a cup “drink” you take the cup “thanks” you’re about to put it down when “nun uh uh drink, that pretty mouth and throat worked hard today. Need to hydrate baby…” you smile, your heart..you feel cracks in that wall you built up. He takes care of you, he understands you, like no one has ever understood you and your after care is a piece of heaven. You drink some of the water and lay down as he does the same, taking you in his arms and holding you as close to him as possible. you both doze off in bliss….until the next morning when everything hits and everything falls apart…

to be continued

[florawrites-blog]

The shift - Sim Jaeyun

Its thanksgiving but here you are stuck in a 24/7 shift with jake a guy whom you could swear you had no idea he worked in the same grocery shop you work in but lets go i guess .

I lowkey yapped here but enjoy lads

Thanksgiving night at Jerry’s All-Night Groceries wasn’t supposed to be exciting. It was supposed to be the dull kind of shift where you rang up frozen turkeys, boxed mashed potatoes, and watched sleep-deprived shoppers scuffle for canned cranberry sauce. But the moment you stepped inside the store and saw your supervisor, Jerry, glaring at his nemesis Martha like she’d stolen his parking spot, you knew this night would be different.

“Congratulations, you lucky ducks,” Jerry barked, gesturing to you and some guy you’d never seen before. “You two are hosting tonight’s 24-hour shift!”

Martha smirked. “Try not to cry about it, kiddos.”

The guy—tall, brown hair slightly tousled, an aura of “I’m too cool for this”—stood next to you with the same amount of confusion. You exchanged a glance, one that said Can you believe this garbage? Then, without much protest (because arguing with Jerry and Martha was like yelling at a brick wall), you accepted your fate.

For the first couple of hours, it was painfully mundane. The cashier beeped endlessly as shoppers stockpiled boxed meals and vaguely Thanksgiving-related knickknacks. You were zoning out, staring at a stack of pumpkin pies, when the guy spoke.

“So, you didn’t even know I worked here?” His voice was teasing, light, and caught you off guard.

You snorted. “I didn’t even know you existed until now.”

“Figures,” he replied with a smirk. “But I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you before.”

Your brow furrowed. “Wait, what? When?”

He chuckled darkly. “The day you flipped me off and called me a ‘vision-impaired asshole.’”

Your jaw dropped. “WHAT?! That’s a lie! I would never—” Then, like a lightning bolt, it hit you: Oh my god, I DID do that.

“Wait, no, no! You were staring at me for like 20 minutes straight! Of course, I thought you were some creepy weirdo!”

“I am that ‘creepy weirdo,’” he confirmed, ringing up a turkey for a confused customer. “But to be fair, you ignored me after I asked you a question. For 20 minutes.”

The customer looked between the two of you, clearly regretting every life choice that had led them here. You waved it off. “Okay, in my defense, I didn’t hear you ask anything, so yeah, you were creepy!”

From there, the ice was broken. Somehow, amidst the holiday chaos, you and Jake—the guy you didn’t even know worked here—were swapping sarcastic barbs like old friends.

In the phone section, Jake was snapping selfies like his life depended on it.

“Dude, you know we’re not supposed to do that, right?”

He shrugged, moving on to the next display. “So what? If customers can do it, why can’t I? Racist, don’t you think?”

“What does race have to do with this?” you groaned, watching as he switched from Androids to iPads.

“Whatever. Anyway, I look good. Imagine someone opens the camera roll and finds my face. They’ll fall in love instantly.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, heartthrob. Let’s hope that’s the legacy you leave behind.”

Jake smirked. “Speaking of heartthrobs… let me guess. You were the teacher’s pet in high school, the kind of nerd who snitched on jocks for smoking in the bathroom.”

“Wow, rude AND oddly specific,” you shot back. “And no, I wasn’t a snitch! I just… knew things. And okay, maybe teachers liked me. But only because I wasn’t annoying like some people.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

Jake wasn’t done being ridiculous. He led you to the bike section with a mischievous grin.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” he said, dragging you to a shiny red bike. “You’re learning how to ride.”

“I know how to ride a bike!”

“you quite literally mentioned how bad you are at riding bikes”

“yeah i said I’m bad didn’t say I can’t ride a bike”

“Can you ride a bike without training wheels and streamers?”

“…I hate you.”

Despite your protests, Jake was determined. He adjusted the seat, held the handlebars, and made sure you were balanced. His hands hovered at your waist as you wobbled.

“See? You’re doing fine!”

And then… crash.

You went down, dragging a row of bikes with you. From the security room, Andy the security guard was laughing his balls of knowing he caused this incident by playing “Careless Whisper” on the PA, after seeing how close you and Jake were getting as he taught you how to ride that bike . Jake, however, didn’t laugh. He immediately scooped you up, piggyback-style, and carried you to the first aid aisle.

“You LOSER YOU SAID YOU’D HOLD ME AND NOT MAKING ME FALL,” you muttered loudly as he patched you up.

“Sorry I’m so so sorry , but hey you rode a bike,” he replied with a grin.

The rest of the night blurred into something magical. You shared snacks in the camping aisle, played with Bluetooth speakers, and even danced a little when the store was empty. Jake told scary stories (badly), and you made bets on which customer would complain about prices first.

you also grew this weird yet undeniable tension between you guys that made it hard for both of you to face each other

But as the shift neared its end, Jake grew quieter.

“This is my last shift,” he said suddenly.

You froze. “What? Why?”

“I’m leaving town. Taking a train, starting over in a new city with some friends. We’re gonna try to start a band.”

Your heart sank. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah. But you should come with me.”

You laughed, but there was a lump in your throat. “You’re crazy, Jake.”

“Maybe. But think about it.”

you’ve spent few hours speaking about this he even discussed some of his “runaway” plans , and even after sometime passed Jake kept on bringing back the idea of you coming with him which is funny cause why’d he assume you have nothing to do here (you literally didn’t you only took this job to kill time while you had a job search) but it just happened so that it annoys you how he thinks that you have nothing to do here also it’s not like you guys were long time friends or anything so why’d he just ask you to accompany him right?

When the shift ended, Jake walked you to the entrance.

“So… I guess this is goodbye, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry I won’t forget you when I’m famous,” he teased.

“Who are you again?” you shot back, smiling through the ache in your chest. All jokes aside you guys knew you were seriously at the end of the shift when Jerry and Martha both came in looking at you like the first thing they had a whiff of was fart.

As he walked away, you felt tugging at your chest like you knew you didn’t know him for long but cmon how come you see him today for what’s technically not the first time and now you have to say goodbye to him I mean it should be easy but it wasn’t .

But it wasn’t your case only cause as he got close to his car something pulled at him. He turned back, ran to you, and both of you now stood infront of each other his eyes went over your whole figure and just by then out of nowhere he hugged you tight.

“Can’t leave without a goodbye hug, can I?”

“bye bye, jakey jakey”

And just like that, it was goodbye he was actually gone, pedaling into the early morning.

You stood there for a moment, staring after him. Somewhere, Jake was probably cursing himself.

“Shit. I didn’t get her number.”

[twopoppies]

About the fight with Zayn, I do think it was something real that affected all the boys, but especially Louis. What bothered me the most at the time was that from Zayn’s side, the narrative pushed was that harry’s ambitions for a solo career caused 1D to break up, and Zayn mentioned he was never close to Harry. This wasn’t denied on Harry's side, likely because it helped his solo career. Still, some fans hold this against Harry, ignoring the fact that even Liam implied in several interviews that for things to be resolved between them, Zayn would have to acknowledge his mistakes, which seemed unlikely. Louis also addressed this. I don't hate Zayn or anything, just annoyed with how he handled things when he left 1D, suggesting that Harry was to blame.

I do think harry suggested the hiatus but not only because he wanted a solo career (probably the Azoffs also advised him), but because he realised that the five of them were struggling both physically and mentally.

Anyway, I’m really glad they've made amends. I just wish Liam could have witnessed it too.

Hi, love I don’t actually recall Zayn blaming Harry or Liam saying those things, but I think it’s pretty clear from what Zayn has said recently, and what Harry has said in the past, that it was Harry who proposed not re-signing their contracts with Syco. Zayn was very unhappy and unwell, but he was also ambitious and wanted to get a jump on Harry and release his music first, so he split.

In his interview with Call Her Daddy Zayn spoke about leaving and said:

"There was a lot of politics going on. Certain people were doing certain things, certain people didn't wanna sign contracts, so I knew something was happening. So I just got ahead of the curve, if I'm being honest with you. I was like, 'I'm just gonna get out of here, I think this is done.'

Completely selfishly, I wanted to be the first person to go and make my own record. If I'm being completely honest with you, I was like, 'I'm gonna jump the gun here for the first time.' I'm a passive dude, but when it comes to my music and my business I'm serious about it and I'm competitive, so I wanted to be the first to go and do my own thing."

In 2017 Harry discussed the hiatus in Rolling Stone:

It was in a London studio in late 2014 that Styles first brought up the idea of One Direction taking a break. “I didn’t want to exhaust our fan base,” he explains. “If you’re shortsighted, you can think, ‘Let’s just keep touring,’ but we all thought too much of the group than to let that happen. You realize you’re exhausted and you don’t want to drain people’s belief in you.”

After much discussion, the band mutually agreed to a hiatus, which was announced in August 2015 (Zayn Malik had abruptly left One D several months earlier).

Full article here

So, it’s really clear to me that yes, Harry wanted a solo career at that point, but he also could see the writing on the wall for the band.

They would need to sign another contract with Syco in 2015, probably for yet another three albums. Not only were their tours not selling out anymore, but their albums and singles weren’t doing as well as they once did, and there was no way they would survive another three tours and another three albums in another three years. It would have been madness to keep going at that pace.

And if Zayn was aware of it (as evidenced by his comment about certain people not wanting to sign contracts etc) they all were aware of it (unless the other three were blind to what was happening right in front of their faces). This idea that Harry ambushed them suddenly and that Louis, in particular, had no idea it was coming, is complete nonsense.

I think there were a lot of things going on, most of which we have no idea about, and they all needed a break. But there were probably a lot of things said and done that hurt people and it took a long time for them to be mature enough to talk about it all.

I don’t blame Zayn (or Harry) for breaking up the band. It was clearly time. I’m just sad that it ended in a way that was so emotionally difficult for them. But it does seem that Louis and Zayn have begun to mend their relationship. And yeah, I wish Liam was here to witness it.

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That's fair. But this is mainly about someone who's completely shitting on any concept of ethnicity, culture, heritage, history and lived reality, and tries to make everything "a human-racial classification" to begin with. Same shit applies to latino and Asian. Do they mean East Asian? South East Asian? South Asian? West Asian? Literally none of them are the same. Even with "white" and "black" you're setting your ass on fire, you mean East, West, South, North White/Black? Do we even wanna start with Latino? Latino is probably even more so straddling a line between all that bullshit.

Hell, RACE doesn't make a lick of fucking sense because it's not actually "race" it's clearly 100% about ethnicity and even then it's more shallow than a puddle during a drought. Because even if we went with ethnicity it lacks any kind of intersectionality between identities. But we're just arguing within whatever the fuck the maker of those lists is doing every year.

Just as a sidenote, I know several Saami. That's why I spoke about them specifically. The one dude I know who used to be in my class, who's Saami has never considered himself anything but Norwegian and never really used Saami about himself, but does that make him any less Saami? He just IS a Saami, but he seems to think more of the location he's living. The other guy, he's like 40 year my senior, thinks of himself as a Saami, but his children are both Saami and ALSO half-Saami because of their mother. His children, slightly older than me, share that view about themselves, if you asked they'd probably just say whatever's more relevant to the question at hand. BUT!!! That's also just the people I know, and I also know that there are more Saami who consider themselves only Saami, regardless of their other parentage. 100% Saami, because it's none of anyone's business what their genetics are, they are Saami so deal with it.

Clearly this is 100% more complicated than whatever the fuck that list is making it, or any arbitrary race thinking, and it's complete bullshit to even include "race" when it's this poorly done and this surface level this crosses borderline offensive into straight up offensive racism.

The list is completely ridiculous because it actually tells us nothing. It's a completely arbitrary label slapped onto random characters, without any care what it'd actually mean in real life. Does a black person stop being black because they're also Latino? Or does a Latino stop being Latino because they're black? According to this list? This isn't a math equation where one cancels the other out, but according to the list it does. That's the problem, because it also perpetuates the idea that you can divide people into neat little boxes, and just ignore any kind of "complicated" intersections of a person's identity.

So for Elsa and Anna. Does their indigenous heritage from the second movie erase that they were/are also Disney Norwegian? Do they have the same view of themselves now? Or does one have stronger feelings towards one heritage than the other? Especially since they were raised completely without the knowledge of said heritage. How complicated is it to find out there's an entire half of your heritage you never knew, and now you're supposed to try and figure out how to handle that? Well who knows, because this is a question about identity that has never been answered, because only the people "living"* that reality can actually answer their own view on who they are and with what they identify as. *living in quotations because obviously they're just fictional. So the real answer would have to come from a creator of them. (Hell, just calling from the side, I'm mixed ethnicities, and I identify with both, but my sibling only identifies as one half, and really doesn't care about the other half/is ambivalent towards it. Does anyone have the right to override my siblings view about their own identity and what they want to be perceived as? Or what I want to be perceived as? That's why that list, and any comparable list or understanding of "race" or ethnicity are complete bullshit that should have been flushed long ago because it never includes the nuance of individual perception and identity.)

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[gyubaseone]

kim gyuvin. true feelings

❛ i'll do anything, just don't ignore me anymore. ❜

pairing — kim gyuvin x f!reader

genre — fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers

synopsis — after his best friend starts ignoring him, gyuvin intends on finding out why.

warnings — none! third person pov, lowercase intended, not proofread thoroughly. mentions of dog union </3 i miss junhyeon

word count — 1,737

notes — starting off my blog with a gyuvin fic since he is my bias & is always. on my mind 😵‍💫 enjoy! i hope that there aren't that many mistakes..

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the past week had been weird ; y/n had been weird. if somebody were to ask what had happened to the once smiley girl who liked hanging out with her bestfriend, kim gyuvin wouldn't know the answer.

all he knew was that one day, y/n was his best friend but all of a sudden, she was avoiding him every time they were in the same proximity. in classrooms, hallways, even more, she could barely look him in the eyes now.

he could be clueless to how people may act sometimes, but y/n made it abundantly clear what her motives were the day she began avoiding him. maybe it was because he paid attention to her solely more than other people? he didn't know the answer.

"don't you think you're exaggerating it a bit? i'm sure it's nothing," kum junhyeon assured, putting his banana milk down on the table, "she's probably just busy. sounds to me like you miss her presence."

"no— i swear! i can handle when she's busy but she's been outright avoiding me for the past week and i have no idea why," gyuvin passionately expressed, stretching out his entire body on the chair he was sitting on, "she hasn't even spoken to me once yet!"

just as the two were speaking, park gunwook walked into the convenience store that the three agreed to meet at ; he was late. while gunwook scrambled around to find the snacks he had been craving all day, gyuvin started speaking again.

"gunwook, can you tell this guy that i'm not exaggerating? y/n really has been ignoring me!" gyuvin shouted out to the boy who seemed like he was in his own world by the ramyeon.

"sure— sure whatever you say..." gunwook yelled back, not paying any attention to whatever the two boys were speaking about as he headed toward the cash register to pay.

"okay, he's clearly not paying any attention," junhyeon shook his head, "but seriously... maybe it's just all in your head, y/n wouldn't ignore you."

"maybe she found out that you have feelings for her," gunwook proposed, walking by nonchalantly with the intent of cooking his ramyeon with the microwave next to the table they were sitting at.

"wait... maybe your right!" gyuvin started to panic, looking at junhyeon with a look as if he had just seen a ghost, "but how could she know? i've been so cool about it."

"cool? yeah, i wouldn't use that word for how you've been acting," junhyeon let out a gargle of laughs, "remember that time you gave her a bruise on her forehead after you got flustered by how close she was to you?"

"hey— you said you would never bring that up again!" gyuvin groaned, remembering the look on y/n's face when she saw the damage he had done, "if she knows, then i'm done for!"

"maybe this will give you a chance to confess to her," gunwook suggested, finally sitting down with the two as he took a bite out of his ramyeon.

"yeah, how can i do that if she can't even look me in the face anymore..." gyuvin grumbled, covering his face with his hands, "yesterday, i was 3 feet away from her and she almost ran into a wall."

"maybe she was just looking at your face and realized how—" junhyeon commented before being cut off by gyuvin.

"if you finish that sentence, i will hurt you," gyuvin sent a death glare in his direction, "i need to do something right? gunwook, help me out here!"

"han river!" gunwook choked out, his cheeks filled with ramyeon as he spoke up.

"han river? dude, you just got here and you want to go to han river?" junhyeon raised an eyebrow, looking at the younger boy weirdly.

"no— y/n is at han river right now!" gunwook said in a clearer tone after swallowing his ramyeon, "look, she just posted something on her story."

gunwook turned his phone to face the two boys after pressing on y/n's story again, showing the two boys as they scanned the photo carefully. the room fell into silence, the only sound being heard was the cash register and the freezers in the back.

during that moment of silence, they all exchanged looks with one another realizing the opportunity at hand. the room may have been quiet, but gyuvin's expressions were filled with panic and confusion about what to do next ; he looked at the two as if he was waiting for them to give him the answers.

"well, what are you waiting for? go and talk with her before she leaves!" junhyeon shouted at gyuvin, ushering him out of his seat to the point where he almost fell on the floor.

"by monday, she'll be ignoring you again— you gotta catch her off guard!" gunwook added to the panic the boy was going through, basically yelling at him until he ran out of the store.

"wow, we are such good friends," junhyeon nodded his head pleased, picking up his banana milk to take a sip.

"seriously, what would those two do without us?" gunwook agreed, letting out a laugh as he took another bite of his ramyeon.

"that ramyeon looks good, can i—"

"go buy your own," gunwook cut him off, looking at him with a serious face while he ate ramyeon.

the han river wasn't far from the convenience store that gyuvin was at, yet he still made sure to stride with the biggest steps his long legs could do. this was his only chance to talk to y/n, to find out why she was ignoring him.

gyuvin needed to know what he had possibly done to make her avoid him to such an extend. was it really because she found out he had a crush on her?

"gosh, how can i keep this up?" y/n let out an exasperated sigh, leaning over the railing of the river as she stared out into the distance.

"at this rate, i should just move schools to avoid him!" she exaggerated, "but... my mom would never let me move though.."

"ugh, why me!?" y/n groaned, throwing a rock into the river and watching it bounce a few times before sinking into the river.

just as she was in her thoughts, zoning out from anything that was happening in the real world; gyuvin appeared, standing right behind her while panting as he finally found her.

"y/n," gyuvin called out, his hands on his knees as he was panting from all the running.

after hearing her name be called, y/n turned around to find the brown-haired boy standing there. she was shocked to say the least, but it's not like she wasn't the one who posted on her instagram hoping he would come.

slowly, gyuvin gained his breath once again and walked up to the girl slowly before pulling her into a tight hug. his hand fell onto her head, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

y/n should've pushed him away, she knows she should've. but it had been a week and she missed her bestfriend. all his warm smiles, the way his eyes light up whenever she buys him snacks or his head falling onto her shoulder whenever they rode the bus together. she missed the boy she had fallen for so easily.

"why have you been ignoring me?" gyuvin asked after a moment of silence, his voice sounding like it was about to crack, "please, just talk to me."

"if i did something wrong, tell me— i'll... i'll fix it!" his voice pleaded and his grasp on y/n tightened, "i'll do anything, just don't ignore me anymore."

"is this because i like you? i can un-like you if you want!" gyuvin admitted, resting his head on y/n's head when she suddenly pushed him away for a moment after he spoke.

"wait— you like me?" y/n spoke in a whisper, not knowing how to respond to his words, "this whole time, you've liked me?"

"yes? wait... so you didn't know? why were you avoiding me then?" gyuvin questioned, sniffling his now red nose, "do you know how stressed i've been because of this?"

"okay... the truth is, i like you too," y/n confessed, letting out a sigh, "i didn't think you liked me so.. i tried to distance myself from you. it's stupid i know, i was just confused.. and scared."

"i didn't want to lose you as my friend, but i guess my idea wasn't the smartest way to go about it.." she admitted, giving a slight smile to gyuvin.

"you idiot.. how could i not like this face?" gyuvin muttered, cupping y/n's face while smiling, "there's not one day where i don't wake up and think of you, y/n. i really, really do like you."

"i like you too," y/n responded, pulling the boy in for another hug as she wrapped her arms around his waist, "and i really missed talking to you too. do you know how hard it is to not have anyone to talk to everyday?"

"atleast you didn't have to put up with junhyeon and gunwook," gyuvin poked fun at, hearing y/n's small giggles that were muffled.

"so what do we do now?" y/n asked, slowly releasing herself from gyuvin's grip although she didn't want to let go of his warm embrace.

"i don't know, how do people do this boyfriend-girlfriend thing?" gyuvin scratched the back of his neck, unsure of what to do next.

sure, their feelings were now 'figured out', but there was still one question. what was next? the two liked eachother, but what the heck were they supposed to know about relationships? they had no experience whatsoever. so what was next?

"well, let's start small then?" y/n initiated, putting her hand out in front of gyuvin, "would you.. like to go out with me sometime, kim gyuvin?"

"i thought you would never ask. i would love to do that, l/n y/n," gyuvin cheekily smiled, intertwining their hands as y/n slightly pulled him forward so that they could walk together.

maybe they didn't know what was next. but that was okay, because they could find out in their own — most likely weird — way. they were together now and that's all that mattered now.

© gyubaseone — please refrain from copying, translating, reposting, or claiming my work as your own.

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

May I request fluffy and romantic headcanons for protective Eclipse (Sun and Moon Show/Lunar and Earth Show) with a clingy female reader with she/her pronouns? <3 please and thank you! Have a lovely day ❤️

×A/N×

Well of course you can! I'm more than happy to write about Eclipse! ^-^

I just adore him! <3

Thank you for requesting and have a wonderful day you too! ❤

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, he/they pronouns for Eclipse, fem! Reader, literally no warnings, Eclipse is just being protective about his partner

Requested by: @ssunnybee

Fandom: The Sun and Moon Show

Character(s): Eclipse, You| (Y/N) |The Reader, Dark Sun (mentioned), Bloodmoon (mentioned), Ruin (mentioned), Sun (mentioned), Moon (mentioned), Earth (mentioned)

Ship(s): Eclipse / Reader

Form: Headcanons

[The artwork is not mine! The credit goes to @//kiwi_artz!]

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒄𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑬𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• WAIT- before we begin I just want to congratulate about you managed to brought him into a relationship! Good job homie! Okay, no we can start it:

• There are some times that Eclipse gets jealous, however, your health is more important to him than his stupid feelings. Don't get me wrong, he gives you freedom, he won't overreact and he isn't paranormal. It's nothing toxic.

• However, he can get a little overprotective. I mean- do you blame him? Many people left him and betrayed him. He would be alone again without you. He is so happy and greatful that you're here, he doesn't want to lose you (or you to leave him). He also knows that this dimension has a lot of trouble and danger. He just wants to make sure of your safety...

• He usually doesn't let you go on missions. If he does, then he'll be very stubborn to come with you.

• "Leave this one for Sun and Moon, okay? You don't need to be there, hon."

• Also, I don't really recommend to go missions without telling him. You can lose a lot of his trust for you.

• He's not an outgoing guy. He mostly spends his time in his lab, around Earth or in the house of yours two.

• But when it comes to you, he'll be right beside you. (Dude he is in whole f-cking body guard mod/jk) Ruin and Bloodmoon are currently out somewhere and they already kidnapped and hurt others. Do you think it's safe for you to just walk alone around the pizzaplex? No. And don't forget about Dark Sun.

• He's willing to do everything for you. He'll even die like for the fifth time if he has to.

• He often ignores his feelings and he's sarcastic at times, but honestly this just makes him more entertaining.

• "Why did you came after me, Eclipse? I just went to buy a drink."

"Why? Because you didn't came back in atleast 10 minutes and you didn't answer my calls either! That's why! Now let's go back, I have drinks stored away."

• Also, now that I've mentioned calls, don't forget to check his messages! I think Eclipse would be that kind of boyfriend who needs to know where their partner's at. You got home safely? You're stopping by some shop? You'll hang out with someone? Please send a message to him!

• If you're on a trip, he'll call you often and and he'll probably won't be able to stop himself from saying that how muh he missed you (please say it back to him). Also, he might become a bit cuddly and touchy too! Oh, and he'll be very upset if he can't go with you, but he won't show that.

"Aww, were you worried for me this much? You're cute!" You said as you gave him small kisses. He didn't react anything, however, you couldn't ignore the sounds of his fans made — they're probably turning faster to keep Eclipse cool.

"Yeah?! I would gladly see how you would handle it if I was gone!" Eclipse spoke between the kisses as he wrapped his arms around your hips, pulling you more close to him. He clearly missed you, and he just couldn't live without the feeling of your small body against his anymore.

• He doesn't like socializing that much and he is more than tensed if random strangers start to chat with you. He'll become extremely upset and angry if the person doesn't want to leave you alone and they just keep bothering or start to touch your body without your permission. He'll most likely try to keep you close and frown at the person. *sigh* Why they have to be such a creeps...

(At the end please tell him he did good and you feel safer now!)

• He'll come with you, if you take night walks

• If there's something or someone that makes you uncomfortable to come out, he'll more than happy to take you by your hand and reside you

• Like I said, he usually calls you instead of watching you by cameras wherever you go, but if you're at the pizzaplex, where cameras all around the place, he'll use them. Don't get me wrong, he won't stalk you, however he checks them every now and then.

• Since the reader is clingy, I don't think he would mind your clinginess. He loves you very much and he wants to show it.

• However, do not take it too far! If you become too obsessed with him, he won't like that. He wants to be loved like a person, and not being treated by some occupied creep.

Please respect him, and show him affection and patience!

[wooimbouttamakeanameformyself]

Okay listen hoes.

I’ve been surfing these anti Danneel, anti Jenneel, anti this and anti that tags for like… over a year. I’ve always been watching from the sidelines with my lil bag of popcorn, given an anon ask every now and again to other blogs, but never bothered to make a post about it. Because I didn’t think it was relevant, correction, I didn’t think Elta was relevant enough to make a venting post about — which is why I’m baffled as to why she even has stans — but also I just figured in the long run, none of our speculations, opinions or posts about this lady mean anything to anyone.

Actually, I may be incorrect there, as the AA’s may butcher me, or worse… Danneel may get Cliff to make another post… sheesh!

But anyway, seeing this latest Wales con, I got a real bad case of FOMO and decided I wanna bitch on tumblr as well (no hate to the bitches, I love scrolling through everyone bitching about the ‘perfect’ couple)

Here’s my take on everything, even tho no one asked:

Yes, it is painfully, horribly, excruciatingly obvious that those two don’t even like each other let alone love each other.

But I’ve seen some people and blogs talk about Danneel physically abuse Jensen, which I just don’t personally believe — each to their own opinion, though — but I just personally haven’t seen any evidence or receipts of that being true. Emotional abuse, yes, verbal abuse, definitely. But physical is something I ain’t gonna say I think is happening.

Danneel’s a bitch, as we all know, as the stans like to pretend isn’t true. But I really don’t think Jensen’s a saint or a victim — and I say he isn’t a victim only because in the end, looking over the financial consequences and the custody of the kids thing that would come with a divorce, she has little hold over him. He has the fame, the money, and what do you wanna bet that all of the Elta followers would do a 180 on their ‘Kween’ if Jensen ever spoke up about anything? And by no means am I suggesting that men can’t be victims before anyone jumps down my throat, I’m just saying that Jensen has the capability to fight back to her or leave her if he wanted to.

But he won’t, because — and I’m bracing myself for the hate I’ll get for this — he’s also kind of a narcissist and a liar!!! 😱😱😱 surprised I’m still writing and wasn’t just assassinated on the spot for saying that lols! Dare I say… he’s just as bad as Danneel in some aspects? That he has pretty privilege? Though not so much anymore since he and Danneel have clearly started doing couples Botox sessions. Wooof I’m really pushing my luck.

Trailed off a lil there, but what I was supposed to say is that he won’t because he’s embedded some kind of belief into his mind that his career will crash and burn if he doesn’t have his perfect ‘family man’ image. Even though let’s be honest about two things, your marriage is probably doing more harm than good to your image, and buddy, you’re a c-list actor who’s acting range is zero to none — I mean, he couldn’t stand playing anyone other than Dean Winchester that he tried, and failed, to make a spin off of Supernatural just so he got to play a brooding, macho hunter again. Though look how that turned out — your career isn’t some sacred artefact that can’t dare even be scratched, all he does these days is make money from cons, and a very occasional cameo playing as Dean in a different font. I’m worried the dude has Foreign Accent Syndrome but with Dean Winchester — as in he’s done it for that long that its irreversibly in his consciousness, to the point Danneel has to tell him to stop being Dean at home (sure she got a dig out of him mentioning that in the panel)

But I’m trying to focus talking about this con so far — even though I’ve trailed off multiple times already — first of all, ignoring the fact it’s insane that Danneel’s even at a Suoernatural con when her character (which was a nepotism role) wasn’t even in a full season, served no purpose, wasn’t even a likeable character — unless you like vapid, vain, and poorly portrayed characters — and added nothing to the storyline. And yet she gets treated like she’s a main cast member? Half of Dean’s flings who were in half an episode served more to the plot that Anael did in the whole five episodes she was on the show! And it pissed me off that Danneel’s getting the sort of treatment of main cast when Gen’s character was actually important to the plot, yet she wasn’t at the con. Not that I think Gen’s that bothered, which shows the difference between her and Danneel.

And apparently she auditioned for every single female role??? HUH?? Are we talking about the same Ms Gurl who made fun of Supernatural in the earlier seasons, claimed to not wanting to interfere as it was Jensen’s thing, demeaned and made fun of fans on twitter, criticised her own husband’s role and showed doubt of the series duration??? Make it make sense.

I’m kind of relieved Jensen hasn’t shared any of his made up domestic stories of them, to try and make it seem like they can even stand each other, although it would’ve been interesting to see him talk about it with Danneel there — just to see her reaction, cause I’m certain Jensen just makes up these stories as he goes along. But I guess my guy couldn’t even manage that, probably not after how much Elta knocked him down in front of everyone — she barely did anything else other than make jabs at him the whole time. Surprised my girl didn’t go blue from all the snarky remarks she was making.

Oh wait, it’s ‘sarcasm’, right? Silly me, I forgot that ‘that’s how they are with each other’ 😐😐😐 even AA’s have spoke up about her behaviour in this con — shows how much effort those two are bothering putting in to keep up the image. But hey, I’m proud that some of the delusional Jenneel shippers have developed a frontal lobe, probably because their self-insert isn’t doing what they want her to be doing!

Anyway that’s all from me, my thumbs hurt, can’t believe I wrote so much. Free will is a crazy thing. Excited to see what kind of hate I get from this ✌️😝

This ain’t grammar checked before anyone bullies me.

[freakinator]

question about uu if that’s okay! I saw your post on how to get into the content and figured you’d be pretty knowledgeable, since you had talked about stuff about the character’s inner story and stuff like that. Hopefully this doesn’t sound too demanding—so answer only if you want! I appreciate it a ton!!

I know it’s heinous to read a wiki instead of watching the source material, but dude I simply do not have time to sit through 20+ hours of content just to find characterization references for my fic writing. (And even then, the UU wiki doesn’t have much yet.) Though I’m almost caught up with the second arc—kill me, I know—I still can’t seem to place Wemmbu’s motives. He clearly wants to get stronger, and doesn’t particularly care about mafia dealings, but why? Why does he do any of the things he does? What on earth is going on with this guy 😭

I know the answer is in the previous episodes, but I have adhd and I cannot stay present long enough to pick out the details I need lol

its okay dw! i have. very low standards as to who i answer cause i dont like ignoring ppl unless im taking a long time to answer lol

i havent caught up with any episode beyond wemmbus sky civ one so if this is in regard to anything past that then idk but wemmbus motivations for eps 1 & 2 was to catch and kill spoke because wemmbu thinks hes an existential threat after listening in on a conversation he had with jamatoP

for ep 3 it was to return a favor to zam cause he thought he owed her at least until he figured out for sure that zam was planning to betray him

for eps 4 & 5 he wanted to get richer and stronger so he can destroy zam's life just as she destroyed his even if it meant destroying his own in the process as well which he managed to do at the end of ep 5 but then he and zam both got captured by clown

in ep 6 he went back and forth between wanting to be friendly and hostile to zam (and pangi somewhat) while they tried to escape clowns prison, they ended on a hostile note and everyone who got imprisoned, including egg, got taken by the invis mafia (tho at this point wemmbu had No idea who the invis mafia actually were as he did not have any real direct contact with them before this and they were essentially framed as just regular guards who happened to be invis)

in ep 7 for some reason wemmbu and zam became buddy-buddy and also got captured together so his motivation was to get out of the escape room together with him so that he can go find egg, at the end of it clown threatened wemmbu by threatening egg

in ep 8 wemmbu was actually planning to retire at a lil skyblock island at spawn before some invis mafia members accosted him, this was the first time he ever made direct contact with invis mafia members and was naturally confused about what they were up to so he decided to follow them. unfortunately for him he found sky civ instead, at the end of it is when he actually had any real idea what an actual threat the invis mafia really were although he still didnt get to witness it

so yeah ep 8 was when he started really figuring out what a threat the invis mafia actually were so naturally he didnt really care about them until that point, well that plus he doesnt really care about the server in general that much -- thats not to say he Only cares about his direct interests, he isnt really appreciative of things he deems overly cruel for example even if he tolerates them at first (disapproving of zam preferring prisons over executions, stepping in when ro fighting for his civilization even if he knows it would kill him when it became overtly clear he was gonna die, keeping jarons secret despite the fact he despises him), but if it doesnt concern him or his interests (the prison breakers going missing, spokes wherabouts after he started hard focusing on zam, what the treasure hunters do for a living) generally speaking he doesnt care about it but if it does then he'll take action to solve it even if it kills him (revenge against zam, going against clown) and he will Always prioritize his direct interests (was supposed to blow up rek's tree in ep 4 for a job that would get him a fuckton of money and didnt care about the fact that rek was missing or any of parrot and wifies' reasonings and pleas until parrot pointed out that doing so will make him just like zam, switched his plan of attack on the pze after egg got captured, works with ppl he hates and tries to get on their good side for as long as he needs them, has stated that he has a history of betraying ppl if its in his best interest)

tldr:

his motivation boils down to 4 things: revenge, safety, the ppl he cares about, and his own principles

while hes not Completely self-interested he does tend to value his own priorities over everything else and the reason he didnt really care about the invis mafia until way later in the show is cause they just straight up werent relevant to him until after the princezam arc aka the first 7 eps

[the-ate-show]

00:05

Machiavellian Wc: 6.3k

A knock resonated on your door, and with his kidnapping, you half expected to see 7. You were mistaken. 6 smirked and pushed past you, before you could protest he pointed his bat at you.

“What’re you guys doing to him?” you asked, eyes flickering between it and his face. He ignored your question to smash your little intercom machine, and your jaw dropped. 

“What’re you doing?!” you sprung forward and he pushed you harshly with the bat.

“You’re little boyfriend is safe, 5 is taking care of him real well,” he winked. You scowled.

“Somehow I don’t believe that, wait also he’s not-”

“Shhh, you talk a lot,”

. . .  

You marched your living room space again and again, trying to recite your speech from memory and continuing to fail. Your cat watched you innocently from your coffee table, in the sweater your boyfriend bought him despite his insistence on the stupidity of cats in sweaters. It was an ugly little furry thing, but the material was soft, so you let it slide. 

“We as the people deserve a right to know,” you said firmly, “While we are striving and working hard only to feed into the hopeless something something capitalism something something stand up for ourselves. When I asked-” a knock threw you off, and you opened the door to reveal Yu with his little takeout bags. He smiled, hair wet from the rain and glasses askew.

“Hey- dude,” you took the bags from him, making a ‘tsk’ noise as he took off his shoes. “Do you have no sense of self preservation?” you handed him a towel.

He sniffled, “Sorry, needed to see you,” he pecked your cheek and padded to your bathroom to change out of his damp clothes. You offered him a t-shirt you’d got as a gag gift a while back, then began to unbox the food. “Could hear you from outside,” he snickered to himself. “You talk a lot,”

“What can I say, I’m good at it.” You sniffed it before you opened it, “Sushi, you really do know how to make a girl feel special,” you mused, taking it out of the brown paper bag.

“Pfft, more of a self indulgence, work has been a disaster,” he joined you, taking his suit and stuffing it into your drier, now only in shorts and a shirt that had some corny superhero on it with some stupid text. He joined you on the floor in front of your tv, giving your cat the finger before literally anything else.

“Stop! You’re teaching him bad things! Muffin this man is a bad influence,”

Yu rolled his eyes, taking a bite with his chopsticks. You started.

“So… why does work suck?”

“I’ve been having to fight tooth and nail to get a spot to talk to this fancy producer guy, all for him to blow me off for some kid who got up here because of nepotism,” he spoke between bites, sighing heavily.

“Maybe it’s for the better,” you tried and he groaned loudly. “If he’s so easily persuaded by a little cash then maybe he’s not as desirable, you said something about wanting to get to the top ethically, no?”

“But it doesn’t seem any better, this would've been huge for my career!”

“Have you tried pitching it elsewhere?”

He took off his glasses to wipe his tired eyes with his forearm, “They’re not taking me seriously anywhere. I don’t know what it is about me that screams ignorable,”

“Hey c’mon, don’t say-”

“I can be self-deprecating if I want to,” he deadpans, and you narrow your eyes. “I can’t make my mindset get me anywhere,”

“You’re right,” you shrugged and he raised an eyebrow.

“That’s it? No speech? No ‘you’re better than that’?”

“No, you’re a big boy I’m sure you know what you’re doing. Plus, your industry’s super competitive so, what would I know,” you took a particularly big bite and he smiled at your inflated cheeks.

“Yours is pretty competitive too… So tell me about that new article,”

You dropped your head on the table.

. . . 

You couldn’t help but pace at the bottom of the stairs. You couldn’t even join the group until 2 tugged on your arm. You all stood by the intercom, but your mind was clearly elsewhere until 1 touched your shoulder gently. 

“Why would they take an unconscious man?” 3 asked no one in particular.

“Maybe they’re trying to recruit him. 7 is a high number,” you reminded and a look of contemplation passed him.

“If they have him on their side… that would be really bad news. He was the only smart one out of all of us,”

“Hey,” 2 raised an eyebrow, “I’m smart,”

“Sure,” 3 nodded. “I mean, 7 seemed like a nice guy. We smoke together and stuff, he worked hard to make sure we all do well,”

“You’re close to 7 too,” 1 spoke to you directly. 

You avoided his gaze, rubbing your arm to keep yourself warm, “You could say that,” you looked up at the room, “I hope they aren’t hurting him too bad,”

“You think they’re torturing him?”

“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t be surprised,” you pursed your lips, “6 told me 5 was taking care of him,”

“Oh, then he’s in good hands,” 3 assured and nods were exchanged.

With no meal kits received, no one could really rest. Until..

“What on earth?” 2 mumbled, and you all stared up at the descending group. 

What really disturbed you, 6 had his arm around 7.

“7, are you feeling okay?” 1 asked. Your eyes lingered on the cuts he had on his face from his previous fall. The circumstances didn’t allow your proximity right now, but he looked so… helpless next to them. Innocent almost. Like a kitten amongst tigers.

Until of course, he spoke, and his disguise fell in shreds, “I’m going to announce how things will be from now on. Now we have one hundred and sixty hours, until our agreed upon end date, your goal is to maintain this number by earning twenty four hours a day,”

“What do you mean your goal?” you asked, a knit between your brows. He stared at you, eyes holding an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher. “You aren’t serious, are you?”

“What, are we supposed to earn time while you guys weasel out?” 2 asked.

“No way, 7 that isn’t it right?” 3 asked, 7 didn’t look at him.

“You can refuse if you wish, but meals won’t be provided,”

“We starve, the game ends.” 2 bit back.

“We won’t let that happen,” he replied, and what he had literally told you prior, he had turned into your own personal reality.

He briefly explained a coin system to you, have a coin every three hours you earn, use a coin to buy meal kits or water. Don’t earn time? No coins, no food, no water.

“You crazy bas-!” 2 yelled out, until a taser was aimed at her. 

“One more step and I shoot, careful, this one was made for cops,” 6 grinned, like a little kid with a lollipop.

“What did they offer you 5?” you stared at her, “What could they possibly have given you to turn your back on us?”

“She’s here as medical support,” 7 replied, and you glared at him.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” you spat back.

He raised his eyebrows and 8 giggled. 6 smirked, “Do you ever know when to back down 4?”

“5,” you pleaded. “I can understand the two-timer over there, but not you. You’re better than this. Better than them,”

“Watch it,” 

5 kept her eyes on the ground, ashamed.

No amount of bargaining could help, not the pleading words from 3, and definitely not the threat that came from 1, which landed him a kick square in the stomach. You gasped, 2 shot forward to attack 6 who immediately tased her. You sank next to her quickly, trying to figure out what to do. You pulled out the little string things from her, looking up to find 1 joining you. Your face was a mosaic of hurt, both for 2 and from 7. 6 stepped on 1’s ankle, and didn’t stop no matter how hard the man screamed. You got up to attempt to push him, but were stopped by him harshly grabbing your arm. 6 pulled you closer to him by your upper arm, and you scowled.

“If you played nice 4, I would’ve put you up here with us. But all you're good for is,” he gestured with his taser vaguely at your body, “7 told me all about it,” he smirked.

Your eyes narrowed, pooling with betrayal, humiliation, and most of all; palpable anger. 7’s eyebrows twitched slightly, almost like he too was shocked by this revelation. 6 didn’t miss the look in your eyes, shoving you back harshly. 3 made sure you didn’t fall, but the silence in the room was suffocating. You refused to meet that traitor’s eyes again.

They lined you up like lamb, staring at 7 who was explaining that you pick a game, and only the winner escaped punishment.  He picked 3 to choose the first game.

“Hide and Seek,” 7 read out loud. “But first, pick between eyes, tongue, arms, or legs,”

1 chose arms, and you were going to say tongue but 3 beat you to it. You picked legs, and 2 picked eyes.

Pulling out a very gross set of items for sexual purposes, you found out the pick was your handicap. You sighed out a profanity as 6 tied your legs together.

“No smart ass comment?” he asked, you clenched your jaw, resorting to just shaking your head. “Use your words princess,” he winked and walked away. You felt dirty.

Thus, 6 began the countdown, blasting deafening music too.

You took a few deep breaths in, and began to hop. You didn’t get far before you fell, and decided to kind of use your arms to crawl. You didn't get very far even doing that. You used the slide to stand back up and hide behind an object.

The countdown ended. From what you could hear, he caught 1 first. He didn’t scream, and somehow that was scarier. Unfortunately, you were next. A rush of white hot fear flooded your system, and you tripped prematurely.

He gave you a little grin, amused by your look of terror.

“What happened to all that fire?” he pouted theatrically, “C’mon, let me hear you scream,”

The thing striked you across the stomach first, you groaned, biting your lip to hold back a scream. The next one came to your arm, then your head. Tears singed the corners of your eyes as he hit you so often you lost count, and began seeing stars. He then stopped.

“Don’t cry,” 6 teased, leaning down to see you face to face. “You’ll win next time.”

You tried closing your eyes, to leave this nightmare while he searched for the others. You felt the burning sensation of eyes on you, and you opened yours to see 7’s in the distance. You couldn’t even find it within yourself to flip him off, or to roll your eyes. All you could muster was to whimper quietly, the pain unbearable. Though in comparison to 2, who’s screams echoed, you got off easy. 7 only held your gaze for a moment, then his vision dropped to his shoes, swallowing down a breath of air. He maneuvered himself between 6 and 2 to prevent further escalation.

3 won this game, they wrapped all your faces up in clear plastic, and tied your arms and legs, 3 spun a few times and swung. You shrunk in on yourself, but the blow never came. He hit 1, judging by the male sounding groan. 3 got the tape off of him, then held his head. You know this because 5 untied you guys. You were quickly by 1’s side.

Now for the reward, for 26 hours you’d all earn 9 coins because 7, ever the gentleman, gave a mere one extra out of gratitude.

Without discussion, you all write on a piece of paper what you want your share to be, if it goes over, you all get nothing. 

You stared blankly at the sheet of paper, you felt sick to your stomach. How could one even eat in these conditions? How could one sit here and feed into their games? You looked over to 3, who seemed to have a very similar dilemma. You opted for writing two.

You all fed the little piece of paper into the box 7 held. Everyone except 3 had written two. You received your water and meal kits, but you just chugged half of your water, then wrote a small note on one of the boxes.

‘Take the half water and meal kit 3, I have no appetite anyways. Love, 4,’

That night was brutal, and sleep didn’t come easy. Even when it did grace you, it came ridden with nightmares and your blood boiling.

The following morning, a peaceful game, twenty questions.

. . .  

“No, three left,” he smiled softly, taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage he held, uniform disheveled.

“Hmmm, god this is so hard,” you groaned, leaning back on the sofa. “Is it… in this room?”

“Yes, two left,”

“Is it…” you tapped your lip, then pointed at the keychain on the table, “This?”

He groaned loudly, nodding, “Whatever,”

. . .  

“Does it refer to an action?”

“An action… Yeah you could consider it an action,”

“Do you do it alone or as a team?”

“You can’t do it alone, you need at least two,” 8 did little bunnies with her hand.

“Is it painful or pleasant?”

“Very pleasant,” 

You scoffed out loud, tilting your head back. The look 8 gave you indicated she knew what you were thinking of, but she’s not innocent either.

“Could it be… something sexual?” 3 asked.

“This isn’t sexual. What’re you thinking of?” 8 teased, he dropped his head.

“Is it something we all know?”

“You’d be stupid not to know by now,”

“Is it… game?” 3 asked.

“Nope,”

You tried to think, but your lack of energy made your brain barely work. The look 3 gave you told you he had a plan in mind. 1 made a guess, likely to make it more obvious to 2, who guessed it right.

Like clockwork, you were all tied up, she swung and hit 3. They rushed to his aid, but even when united, your body stopped cooperating. Without food, with only just enough water, and the lack of sleep, you were nothing more than a zombie. That night, you very begrudgingly ate, picking at your food for a while to regain your energy in order to endure more assault.

A few days of this cycle repeated. Playing, getting beaten, and then eating through a nose bleed. You’d gotten hit by the bat once, and been  on the other end once as well. That night you had hit 2, and the guilt you felt ate away at you for the duration of the coming days.

When catastrophe struck, you didn’t find it in yourself to speak. The coins had gone overboard. You all stood still, no fight left to argue or flinch when 6 yelled, or 7 bargained. All you could do was watch 7 through the vacancy. Giving him a slow once over, he didn’t seem to have any signs of struggle, so probably no physical threats into this. But this reward system was his idea. What cruel person would turn on his own girlfriend? You furrowed your eyebrows, mentally kicking yourself for even referring to yourself in that way- not only were you not his girl, but you also didn’t have to be for him to not torture you. Still, no one moved. Not even when 6 offered a glistening 10 coins for whoever decided to step up.

You couldn’t take your gaze off of 5, who had her head casted down. She was diabetic, she mentioned briefly before, she couldn’t join your side because it would've killed her. You didn’t blame her, the coward next to her was the only one to point fingers at. Glasses, and yet still, he couldn’t see clearly. You wondered distantly if you could ever come back from this.

1 told everyone to stay put, 2 affirmed it, citing that nothing will change.

“After one minute, I’m sure you all understand we’ll have to resort to force,”

“You’ll have to?” you said hoarsley. “Or you want to?”

“Have to,”

You gave him an unimpressed look, and he shook the bag of coins, like you were some puppy about to play fetch with him. You clenched your jaw.

There was a standoff, a battle of dominance, a fight for superiority. Despite the clear upper hand, the upper floors were losing, because no one moved. Not a singular breath.

When the minute ended, 6 picked his bat up, and began to swing to hopefully instill fear. You all just stood there blankly. 6 offered a weapon to 7, but he shook his head, looking down.

You blacked out after 8 hit you in the back of the head with a blow that was definitely not worth losing consciousness over, with a weapon you couldn’t quite decipher.

You woke up in a daze a few hours later, in your room with a meal kit in front of you. 7 sat off to the side on the floor, resting his head on the wall. You looked at the food, then at him, then you kicked it away from you harshly. You stared down at a bruise which formed on your arm, no doubt from being brought up here. A hand went up to the back of your head, and you flinched at the feeling of the nasty bruise there.

“You should eat, you look faint,”

“You should kill yourself,”

A moment of silence. Then he spoke again,

“You won’t gain anything from starving, and you’ll just keep losing,”

“Do they know you’re in here?” you wiped a trickle of dried blood from above your lips. You probably face planted after the hit, considering how tender your nose felt.

“No,”

“Good. God forbid they find out and treat you like the rest of us peasants,”

“I didn’t tell 6 anything, to set the record straight,” he wet his lips, glancing at you.

“You think my main concern is how sleazy you are? How much of a crappy human you are? How little you’re actually worth? No 7,” you laughed dryly, a stitch in your abdomen making it hard to truly showcase how bitter you are. “Poor you, feeling so guilty for inflicting harm on others. I bet your having a real good time upstairs, eating food and drinking water and taking baths,”

He stared at the floor, pushing the food towards you again. You grabbed it and threw it at him. His eyes shut tightly and he adjusted his glasses. You caught his gaze, your panting form and his calm body. Your lips quivered and you looked away, choosing to face the window. 

“You’re a sick person,” your voice broke. “And when they turn on you,” you turned to face him, tears streaming down your face. “I’ll be the first to laugh,” He’d stood up by this point, fists clenched and facing the door, head cocked to the side to look at you. You waited for anything, a quip, an apology, an explanation. The door slammed shut behind him.

You pulled at your clothing uncomfortably, sliding off your jacket, feeling the uncomfortable itch of the tag of your pants. Except, there was no tag. You fumbled to grab the paper out, and the crumbled thing was from 1. The ultimate magic trick, you culminated.

A revolution. At his signal, you’re meant to ride the chute down to his room the next morning. 

A today better than yesterday. 

After making an attempt at the blood-bought-food 7 offered you in your room, but only to regain energy there was NO gratitude inside of you for that man.

Seeing as though you had no clue how the game was played, you only followed what people did. Put a card on your head, stuck your hand out with a number, and prayed you somehow won. You didn’t. 1 did. Being tied up felt a lot less constricting this time around, but you continued to try to play into that sorrow. He hit 3, you got untied and rushed to his aid.

That night, you all met in secret. 3 had needed to say something of importance.

“The delivery chute noise. I overlooked it,” 1 replied to 3’s warning. “That could've ended poorly,”

“What if this is a trap?” 2 asked.

“What makes you think so?” 3 replied.

“It’s dramatic. To catch us escaping when they already know,”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to catch us when we make a noise?” 

You nodded, not really having much to add.

1 continued, “Yes, he’s right. 7 Was clearly signaling for us to revolt against them,”

“If that’s the case, why did he treat us like this up till now?” 2 said blankly, leaned against the wall. “It was that prick 7 that kept this game so brutal.”

“My question is, how did he even know?” 1 asked, mostly to 3.

You recalled and gasped quietly. “That night, after we refused the coins, he was in my room when I woke up, maybe he saw the note,”

“And you didn’t think to mention it?” 2 raised an eyebrow.

“Didn’t seem significant,” you shrank. 

“What did he say to you?”

You stuck a tongue in your cheek, trying not to curl into a ball at all the sudden eyes. “Not much. Just that I look faint, and that I should eat.” you left out the apology.

3 scoffed, “Insensitive. Telling you to eat but not providing us food,”

You stared at the floor, and 2 scoffed. “He got you a meal kit? How’d he even manage that?”

“I don’t know. I was too angry to ask,”

2 leaned in closer to you, “Tell me you yelled at him,” there was vengeance in her voice.

You smiled slightly, “I mean, I threw the kit at him,” she laughed, and so did you. You wonder if maybe sometime later, you 2 could be real friends. 

The next day’s challenge was no short of odd. It was to balance in this square shape with everyone, without your arms. Logically, all this took was a short conversation and a few attempts, but you all messed up on purpose to make it boring. After another attempt, and yet another stupid fall, 1 began to groan, clutching his stomach. He raised his hand, like he was in a classroom.

“Excuse me, I’ve had a stomach ache for quite some time now, could you buy me some medicine?” he asked 7. That was the signal.

7 stared for a bit, then bit the inside of his cheek, going to get the key from 6. 5 told 7 what to get. 

At dawn, you crawled into the chute, descending down to 1’s room. He helped you out of the box. Everyone else was already there.

“I’m not a great fighter,” you admitted to 2, taking a spot behind her.

“You’ll be fine,” she assured. “Hey,” she put a hand on your shoulder, “If 7 ends up not being on our side, I’ll make sure to leave you a hit on his face,” she winked, and a smile spread across your features.

1 put on the waterworks soon after, laying down and pretending to be in pain, yelling about his stomach and whatnot. The door creaked slowly, the light filtering into the dim room. You held your breath, but 6 was not an idiot. He slammed the door into you guys, igniting the fuse. 2 was the first to get a few hits in, then 3 replaced her, he was then dropped to the ground and 6 repeatedly slammed the door into 2. You used your bodyweight to slam into him, making him momentarily stumble then tackle you. 1 joined in on the action, but was pushed into the waste bag pile, and beaten with the bat. You and the others worked to get 6 down, 1 even biting the man’s thigh. He ended back up on his feet, 2 pushing him and 3 throwing bags at him. You continued to try to use force, pushing and grunting, while he continued to swat you guys away with his bat like insects. Eventually, you got slammed so harshly into the wall it felt like you suddenly got clarity, and you faced the open door, which hosted an 8 holding her little taser in 3’s direction, as he had opened the door.

“Uh oh,” she said with a little shocked face.

6 had knocked out the other two, and stepped over you, kicking 3 then stepping out. He took the taser gun from his little girlfriend, then cursed under his breath as he neared the group again. You all got up, hands in the air in surrender like it would somehow change anything. Your fate was decided, and the next few days were about to be the worst torture you’d ever experience.

“Little tricksters. Never a dull moment with you guys huh?” the man chuckled out between pants of air.

“Hit him,”

“What?” 6 casted a glance backwards.

“HIT HIM!” 7 yelled.

2 let out a battle cry, lunging forward. You heard the click of his taser gun- empty. 6 promptly plummeted back onto his team, none of which tried to prevent his fall.

2 had a satisfied look in her eyes.

“My hand is all better now,” she heaved.

A/N: first time I watched this episode I was SICK TO MY STOMACH 2 if you're reading this ily pls don't die Taglist:

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[colemorrison]

Do anything for you

warning this contains blood, knifes, guns just a lot of crazy stuff, i like them crazy and Graves just fits the profile, enjoy.

“So Darlin’ what are you doing here?”

You didn’t respond, ignoring the clearly intoxicated man in front of you. He wasn’t worth your time, especially not with your boyfriend staring at you from the corner of the room.

“Awe, playing hard to get, you know just how I like them huh?”

The way he acted made you cringe.

“Mm, I am not worth your time.”

You tried but he continued, settling down next to you, he offered a drink, saying it was a classic and that you would absolutely love it. Graves’ eyes were digging into your body, watching your movements, watching how you responded to his behaviour.

“But someone, handsome like you surely deserves someone like me.”

“And someone like you, deserves to be shot for coming after something that isn’t yours.”

You replied standing, and walking toward the door, even though you had just threatened him, he followed, just like Graves had hoped. Your boyfriend also followed, watching as you settled on the trunk of his car, legs spread, arms spread and holding your body up.

“You really don’t know when to quit do you?”

“I don’t mind chasin’ what I want to keep for my own.”

Graves was silent, his boots somehow not making a sound as he flipped the knife between his fingers. He smiled and grabbed the guy by his throat, the knife quickly sat right at the base of his neck.

“Men like you are the reason I keep this with me.”

The man who had been flirting with you froze, a knife at his throat and his air flow was slowly dissipating, he didn’t need to see it to realise the man choking him had a gun.

“Sir.. I mean’t no harm.”

“It seems as though you did didn’t you, you had every intention to follow him home huh? Take a bite and run, get what you want and leave?”

“No sir, never.”

Graves slowly slid the knife, feeling the red coat his gloves. He could see the way you watched him, the smirk on your lips as you nodded for him to continue.

“Are you trembling in fear because your life is on the line or because you got caught during your shitty plan to get laid?”

The man didn’t respond, trying to still his body, the knife pulled away, graves wiping it off on the dudes shirt. He had thought he was free but the cold metal of something even worse pressed into the back of his neck.

“Go on, tell the class, how you were going to take advantage of someone because they didn’t want some ugly, pathetic excuse of a man.”

“I wasn’t. I’m sorry! I never meant to harm him or make anyone uncomfortable.”

Graves put a hand on the guys shoulders and pushed him to the ground until he kneeled at your feet. He looked at you, making sure this was what you wanted, the face he got in return made him continue.

“Apologise, beg for forgiveness because you couldn’t fucking keep it in your pants.”

“Go on, beg for forgiveness.”

You smiled, standing up and staring down at the pathetic thing facing you.

“I’m sorry sir, I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Do better, admit how pathetic you are.”

“I should have never even approached you, I’m a pathetic excuse and am no where near enough to deserve you. I am even more pathetic for trying to ask you to spend the night with me.”

Graves smiled, watching at how pleased you looked, he wanted to please you, give you the utmost pleasure no matter what, your pleasure meant his pleasure.

“Keep. Going.”

Your boyfriend spoke, a boot pressing into the mans back as he kneeled on the concrete.

“What do you want me to say? I’ve said everything, please let me go.”

“Wrong fucking answer.”

He put the gun back in his holster and pulled the man up by the back of his collar, Graves was quick to pull the knife back out and stab it into the man’s side.

“You do what your told, men like you don’t get a say in adult conversations. When someone says no to you, you shut the fuck up and take your ass to your shitty one bedroom apartment.”

The man had tears pouring down his cheeks as he tried to stay as still as he could while admiting he was wrong to your lovely boyfriend.

“I.. You’re right sir.”

He trembled, words slurred, blood oozing down his shirt and pants. Graves pulled the knife out, dropping the guy onto the ground, he immediately moved to you, wanting to know he did good.

“You’ll bleed out, slowly. Knowing this bar, nobody will be out here to find you for hours, you’ll already be gone by then.”

Your words made the guy tremble and try to crawl away but he didn’t make it far before he stopped in pain. Your boyfriend latched onto you, knees weakening as your lips met his, he loved how gentle you were with him.

————

My psychotic friend begged for this, here you go you freak. <33 This is so long holy shit. If this is cringy I terribly apologise, I’ve never written something like this before.

[xbeezchaos]

BPD Scara! X reader pt.5

How he handles his jealousy/someone else gets in his way

The bitches have spoke. And by bitches I mean the lovely little audience I’ve acquired that loves my scara bpd series. I’ve got some shit in the works but this gives me the perfect space to write. Keep in mind. All this is based off my unmedicated internal thoughts along with external actions. Don’t self diagnose and if you relate to this. You’re not a psychopath don’t romanticize having a bpd partner cause not everyone’s like me.

Anyways. Let’s continue!!

He’s liked you for so long that if anything he’d break if you rejected him. So he’s mostly kept his feelings bottled up and been very particular about expressing them.

He has a fear that if he goes too far in expressing his emotions to you. That you’ll leave.

Has written you love letters confessing his undying love for you and the things he’d do for you

Makes playlists with songs you like and that remind him of you so he can daydream about you when you’re away from him

The moment you give him a taste of affection he’s asking for more like a touch starved little pup.

He’s clingy and defensive with you in public. He will fight a bitch that looks at you for too long

Has almost been arrested but somehow convinced the officers he beat the crap out of the dude in self defense and got let off easy

Has a photo album of you filled with many pictures of the both of you to stalker like photos of you

Learns your whole schedule so he knows when to text, when to call and go over.

You’re definitely his favorite person. But a romantic favorite person which means you’re his whole world

If anyone ever tried flirting with him and it’s not you. Trust he’d make that person cry, or pour hot coffee on them if they tried touching him

He hates physically contact if it isn’t coming from you. When he’s in his “don’t touch me” mood. It rarely ever applies to you cause he’s seeking you out for comfort

Can’t compliment you or be fully soft and romantic with you without adding in a form of insult to it.

“I love you, stupid bitch.” You would’ve thought he was joking but the way he avoids eye contact and tries to hide the both on his face tells you he’s serious

He loves to cuddle. And wants to kiss and squish your cute face in his hands anytime he gets the chance. But you’d probably never leave his arms if that were to happen.

Rarely gets mad at you. You’d have to do something super fucked up to make him pissed at you and stay pissed at you. But for this. Let’s crack into how he’d act if you upset him.

If you were his romantic FP and you had a partner. He’d hate your partner with his whole being. Treat them like shit. Talk down on them. Just straight up bully the poor thing until they didn’t like him and you had to reprimand him.

If you reprimand him he’ll still not see a problem with his behaviors. In his mind he’s right and the other persons wrong for stealing you away. How dare they take what’s his? Fuck them!

Even tho he really gets mad at you. His paranoia will sometimes trigger him into a silent episode where he’ll ignore you because he’s convinced you hate him and talking to you will prove it (you literally don’t hate him but he hasn’t come to a rational mind yet)

If you’re a platonic FP— you’ve got it somewhat easier. But it’s just the lacking romance part. He’s still going to be a black cat sitting at your feet, attacking people that try to come near you.

Platonic fps for him are like. His best friends. You’ll be his best friend and anyone who passes a threat to that relationship is clearly asking for him to just tease them apart mentally.

You’ve witnessed him target a persons every physical and mental insecurity and issues like they were big red targets on their bodies for him to shoot at. He’s relentless and careless when he’s tearing someone down. You’ve never heard such hurtful or creative insults flow like poetry from someone before.

Has a secret addiction to confrontation. The adrenaline rush is like a drug for him especially when he knows he’ll be the victor of the situation

[kachow-i-love-being-me]

Me when I get possessed to write about cars human au

I wish I could write this much about my ocs

This is not a ship!!! Unless u want to interpret it like that :3

Cruz and Jackson (and Danny)

“Great job out there, costume girl. Third place bronze looks great on you.” Jackson Storm grimaced as he passed Cruz Ramirez after the latest race.

“Hey, what is your deal, Storm? Why do you gotta be such a dickhead all the time?” Cruz challenged him. What right does he think he has to speak to her like that?

He didn’t even turn to face her. “I don’t know what you mean.” He almost singsonged. Everything about Jackson from how he spoke to how he held his stature, even how he wore his hair and the faces he pulled, made Cruz’s skin crawl. She thought it was impossible for him not to enrage her.

“You do too know what I mean.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.” Cruz really didn’t want this to turn into a never-ending back and fourth. “Whatever.”

She trudged behind him unwillingly, in his shadow both figuratively and literally, then stopped before Storm had caught up to Danny Swervez, the guy who came in second place. He dapped him up and brought him into a celebratory hug.

“Awesome job, dude.” Danny complemented.

“Yeah, yeah same to you.” Jackson half-heartedly responded.

Cruz watched this exchange through slanted eyes. He was so fake, and Danny didn’t even realise it. She felt sorry for the number 19 racer.

Swervez always came off quite closed-off at first, even unpleasant at times. This was why he still hadn’t made any real friends among the racers. Only Cruz bothered to see past his cold front, hence why she was the only one he seemed to talk to. Of course this then meant that he was going to be buzzed with any sort of positive recognition from any of the others; the perfect chance for Jackson to make a mug of him in his weird, twisted ways.

Storm had another thing to say. “Your technique was incredible. Opening up the inside lane for me to sneak right past ya,” he grinned, “I appreciate it man.”

There it was.

Cruz felt her stomach drop as she watched Danny’s eyes switch into a look of embarrassment, he kept his smile but it was clearly weakened by the snide comment.

“Y-yeah. It was…” he struggled to find his words, but that didn’t matter because he wasn’t given the chance to say anything else.

“I’ll see you around, Swervez.” Jackson gave the shorter racer a pat on the back and let his attention be taken by the press waiting to speak with him.

Cruz didn’t want to look at him any longer. He took way too much of her attention, but it wasn’t her fault he was so infuriating it was too hard to ignore him!

She headed towards Danny and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t let him get to you. He doesn’t deserve any of your time.”

The boy smiled to her but it was clear he was a little disheartened. Jackson really needed a good telling-off. Surely there was at least some small chance of him being capable of acting like a decent human being? Cruz doubted it. He was about as ill-mannered as it gets.

Ouuu I might do more of this later idk

If not continuing this scene then definitely something else related to these characters cuz I’m a little bit slightly obsessed

[brightlilith]

Pairing: Hawk 'Eli' Moskowitz

Warning: Angst, Fluff, mentions of booze and cigarettes, angry Hawk, drunk people, Man being an asshole to the reader, bad writing, bad english, more?

a/n: English ins't my fist language, nothing proofread, notable spelling and grammatical errors I think, I don't really know a title for this, so it goes without. sorry for the bad ending.

@cazadeth

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Request: thank you so muchh... ok so, i was just wondering if you could possibly write something with a shy reader & hawk is really protective of her because shes been thru a lot with being assaulted in the past before she was with him... so what if theyre at a party and Hawk went to the restroom or something, im not sure lol, but this dude comes up to reader and starts making inappropriate comments and maybe touching her so shes uncomfortable and just tries to walk away but he wont let her and he forcefully grabs her arm bruising her and thats when Hawk comes back, he's fuming because he sees the look on readers face and just the fact that this dude has the nerve to do that to HIS girl and reader just kinda hides behind him holding on to his shirt, terrified, and that just fuels Hawks anger even more and he just beats the hell out of the dude... sorry its long😅 but hopefully its not too hard to understand, in not very good with words haha

It was 10 pm and the loud sound echoed throughout the street, some teenagers were dancing outside the house, clearly excited.

Hawk and I walked past them, some greeted us and others just waved and went back to dancing. When we entered the house, the smell of drink and cigarettes was strong, the owner of the party comes and greets hawk with a hug and I shyly wave at him who smiles, hugging me and hawk, since talking was out of the question, because of the music.

after that, we went to find Miguel and the others, who were waiting for us.

“You finally arrived, I thought you weren't coming anymore" Miguel shouted

“Sorry buddy, I was trying to get her to leave the house" Hawk yelled back, putting an arm around my shoulders.

We sat on the couch and talked, Hawk with the boys and me with the girls. A while passed and my drink ran out, I whispered to my boyfriend that I was going to get more drink, he came with me. Since I told him about my past, he's been more protective of me, and I mentally thank him all day for that.

When we got to the kitchen, there was only one guy refilling his glass, Hawk got two beers and gave me one, before going back to our friends he said he needed to go to the bathroom.

“Hey Babe, I need to go to the bathroom, can you wait for me here?" he said, the music in here wasn't that loud, so I could hear it without any problem.

“Yes, of course” I said with a smile, which he reciprocated by kissing my cheek.

He left and I sat on a stool in the kitchen, drank my beer and grabbed my phone to look at Instagram.

“Hi Shawty, why are you alone here?" he asked, moving very close to me. “you are hot" he touched my arm.

“Maybe it's warmer in my bed, eh?" he spoke again, by this point I was disgusted and uncomfortable

I put my phone away, grabbed my beer and got off the white boy, I just ignored him. But it seems he didn't understand the sign that I didn't want that conversation.

“Come on babe" He stood in front of me. He smiled seductively, his scent was pure booze.

I just walked past him without saying a word, but he grabbed my arm tightly, it will probably leave a mark tomorrow.

"Look here you bitch, I'm talking to you" He squeezed my arm tighter, his smile was now dark

Hawk, where are you?

Before he could do anything, he went straight to the ground, causing his arm to be brutally wrenched from mine. I looked away, and the Hawk looked furious, no, he was furious.

"are you ok?" his gaze softened as he looked at me

“yes, I am." My voice was cracking and tears were streaming down, and only now did I realize I was crying.

Hawk came to my side and hugged me. Seconds later he had me behind him.

"well well, looks like the bitch has a savior" the guy stands up, and I clutch Hawk's shirt in fear. which makes him even angrier. Hawk was breathing heavily, so I hugged him from behind, and he quickly relaxed.

Baby let's get out of here" I said "let's go home please"

He turned to me and waved, then he kissed me, full of passion.

"I love you so much" he whispered

“I love you more"

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[golbrocklovely]

Prepare yourself I was in a stream on a react channel on YT today cos the guy was doing a discussion with his followers and the guy who revealed the leaked footage on his YT channel came into chat.

He said he was sent the footage a week ago by his source and he got the video up a week after receiving the footage. He said he was not doing it for clout but he was happy to take the money he was making from the video, he had hoped it would do well because of all the 'effort' he was putting into it. (A load of bollocks if you ask me, he's clearly doing it for clout) He also said it was definitely Sam who spoke the last bit (But it''s clearly Seth's voice and Seth's mouth moving)

And worst of all he said he's in the process of making a follow up video which should be out soon, so the drama is only going to continue and maybe even get worse and I'm already dreading it. What else could he possibly have got his grubby little hands on? Is Kristin coming out of the woodwork to make the drama worse? I'm so afraid and upset, why does this hater channel have to be targeting my favourites?

Sorry I know you said you did not want to talk about this anymore but I have nowhere else to go and I'm so upset, please say something comforting because right now all I see is a descent into fandom hell and I don't want that.

so…. i'm gonna be honest with you, he's most likely just gonna make a follow up addressing what ppl said in the comments, thanking ppl, and *maybe* spilling more tea if he has any. the thing is, first off, this comment came up during the livestream.

this entire situation, to me, seems extremely fishy. first off, how did his source get this footage, bc clearly, if this source gave an actual shit about what happened to kristin, they would have released it after snc went there almost two years ago at this point. it's very obvious that the only reason this footage is leaked now is bc there is heat already on snc bc of the conjuring. secondly, unless his source is kristin, he doesn't know the real truth of what went down.

i'm not one to leak information from xplrclub. i've literally argued against fans that have done it. but i will FULL ON leak the video from the ross house, where kristin was smiling and laughing along with snc and seth, clearly AFTER she had told them about the footage and what she saw the previous night while they were there. after the police were called and everything, she still continued to be in their video and played along with them no questions asked.

so clearly, she let bygones be bygones fast.

they are on good terms with her. the texts, even according to SEG, line up with snc statement… but not his sources. he said that at the very end of his video, and then asked kristin to reach out for further comment.

i'm not being an asshole when i say this, but clearly someone is lying, and i'm gonna assume it's not the one that has direct contact with kristin aka snc.

this whole situation got blown out of proportion. while snc and seth definitely fucked up by breaking the boo buddy and seth saying that inappropriate comment, this was dealt with last year. it is only getting brought up to smear snc's name. and this dude is just enjoying the fact that in a day or so he gained like 2k subs.

ignoring him is the best option. unless he has proof of snc doing something morally wrong, idc what he has to say. and i suggest that's what you do too.

[acourtofthought]

o^o Its me again The more I analyze the more heated i get and I need wisdom. I was weighing things down.

So besides whatever Tamlin and Feyre's situation was, before she took to the spring court, that's between them but I was looking at things and thinking about how much would it take for Tamlin redemption, or how much he has to do to be forgiven. While the High lord of Spring spoke at of anger during the High Lord's meeting, the dude went through all stages of grieves and we have to consider, that the man just had his court initiated by the same woman he loved so tings were going to be said. as a redemtion what he did? - He helped Feyre and Az escape? - He fought alongside Phrytian During the final war? - He gave Rhysand a piece of his Magice to be revided, despite his feeling toward the male? And yet he still get a lot of hate? why? Cause Nesta and Elain?

but, this wasn't Tamlin's doing, he was just as surprised, that Ianthe and Hybern did this, so we are faulting him by association? Oh wait.. is that the only valid reason to hate him? caused after all.. Feyre did destroy his court and in term, foil Hyberm plans to enter through spring, and in term Tamlin plan to act as a double agent. So here is where I seek your wisdom by beautiful spoused, caused I am trying to wrap it around my head. and I may be loosing objectivity

At this point I do not believe Tamlin owes anything to Feyre or Rhysand. He fought by their side during the war. He helped bring Rhys back because he wanted Feyre to be happy. If he wanted to truly be a bitter asshole about it all, he could have left Rhys to die, sentencing Feyre to misery but instead, he made it so that she could have a life with her mate. I do think he owes something to Lucien and the people of Spring however. He is suffering, make no mistake. He's clearly depressed and unhappy and it's understandable why he cannot be a leader to his people when he can't seem to be bothered to feed even himself. But.......he is lashing out at Lucien who is only trying to help him (like when he dumped his clothes outside the human manor). When he punched Lucien in the eye and lip. And he's not bothered to find a replacement to lead the people of Spring. He's got no problem chasing off trespassers while ignoring the lawlessness that exists with his citizens. Those are the people he needs to make amends to. At this point he owes nothing to Rhys, Feyre or the NC.