#i will scream and i will use a hammer to bang on stuff

[bruiisedfawn]

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[heartfullofleeches]

My new otp is Dismissive Darling and Creep Yan. A Darling who's just exhausted of everything and doesn't have the energy to care about the mass disappearances of those around them + the freak responsible for the crimes and takes their love's dismissive nature as them being accepting of their crimes.

This culminated in a plot of my Emperor Butterfly Yan [a species that feeds partly on rotten flesh] - Adonis and his recluse neighbor who simply shuts the blinds when he returns home with another oddly shaped and dripping "gym bag" on his shoulders. A police report would only take five seconds, but they chalk everything up to being stuff he brings home from his job cleaning up crime scenes - throwing on a pair of tissue when the screame bleed through the issue paper walls.

Let's him stroll right on in at wee hours of the night since he always cleans up the place and gets rid of food they never finished and old shirts they never planned on wearing again. Reader eventually stops changing their locks and does as he please. They should move, but their apartment is in a decent area and the free household goods aren't a terrible downside to having a homicidal butterfly man watch you whole you're sleeping. Gives him the bare minimum such as a pat on the back like when he bite someone trying to get their number and he always crawls back for more

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[Dismissive Reader walks into their apartment where Adonis was busy bashing the skull of an attempted robber into the carpet with a mallet. Creep Reader steps over the pile of teeth he collected and walks into the kitchen]

Dismissive Reader, opening the fridge: Forgot eggs - but i went a little over budget again....

[Adonis silently stands up and deposits a few bloody bills into their pocket]

Dissmisive Reader: .... I could go for some chips..

[Adonis shoves the entire blood soaked wallet into their pocket]

-

[Adonis' antennas slap reader's cheek as he hugs them from behind and rubs his head against theirs - wings flutter as he giggles]

Concerned Neighbor: so.. are you two friends?

Dismissive Reader: Not really, but he's harmless - why?

[Earlier]

Neighbor: Good Morning!

Adonis: die.

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[What sounds like splashing water and kicking against metal sounds from Adonis' apartment as Reader lays on the couch. Footsteps hammer outside followed by heavy banging at their door]

Adonis: Y/nnnn, my washer broke again- Can I use yours, please? I promise I won't crawl in your bed without my clothes without permission on again!

[eretzyisrael]

by Dion J. Pierre

Jewish students at Concordia University in Montreal must fend for themselves when their anti-Zionist classmates resort to assault and harassment on campus, according to students who spoke with The Algemeiner.

No single incident, they said, evinced their alleged abandonment by school officials more than one on March 12 in which Jewish students were trapped in the school’s Hillel office while members of the anti-Zionist club Supporting Palestinian Human Rights (SPHR), concealing their faces with keffiyehs and surgical masks, banged on its windows and doors and stomped on the floor of the room above it.

“It’s usually just a safe place for Jewish people to come and hang out,” Chana Leah Natanblut, president of Chabad Concordia, said of the Hillel office. “We were all doing our work and chilling, and all of a sudden we started hearing chanting, like screaming and stuff. We thought maybe it had something with the student strike going on, but then we started hearing people scream terrorists and banging on the ceiling. The Supporting Palestinian Human Rights club is directly above us.”

Seeking the source of the din exploding around them, Natanblut and her friends walked to the window, where they saw a crush of SPHR activists, some standing on the fire escape outside of it, others standing in the parking lot below.

“B—ch!” “Dog!” “Zionism is terrorism!” they screamed, while the person on the fire escape whacked away at the window. The rioters came from “all sides,” Natanblut explained, sprinting through the hallways to hammer the walls outside the club and setting off what felt like seismic shocks that shook the room. Amid the clatter, Natanblut noticed that a shopping bag hooked on a wall mount behind the door was swinging like a pendulum, as if to count down the time they had left before the worst occurred.

“We immediately locked the window and made sure that the door to the room was locked,” Natanblut continued. “We really felt trapped, and I couldn’t even leave to use the bathroom. I was wondering how would I get out and if I would be attacked if I did. So, I started to videotape what was going on, and I called my friend, the person in charged of advocacy for Hillel, telling him to come right away. Then I called security.”

Security arrived promptly, Natanblut said, and reprimanded the SPHR rioters. However, to Natanblut’s astonishment, they refused to discipline those involved in the disturbance on the grounds that Jewish students had contributed to instigating the incident.

According to Natanblut, the SPHR students told the officers that they behaved as they did because the Jewish students had filmed them. To no avail, Natanblut and her friends explained that they only began recording after the banging and screaming started and that they had all been minding their own business. Declining to privilege one account of what happened over the other, security took their statements and left, refusing to answer questions about next steps, including whether the rioters would be allowed back in the building.

“We only filmed because they were harassing us, for evidence, and we didn’t feel safe,” Natanblut said. “Security obviously told them to disperse and that they couldn’t act that way, but they didn’t say what would happen and it felt almost as if they had taken their side. Who’s to say they won’t do it again? What kind of message does it send to do nothing about it?”

Similar occurrences are the new normal for Jewish students attending Concordia University, Anastasia Zorchinsky, founder and president of The StartUp Nation, a pro-Israel club, told The Algemeiner. On Nov. 8, for example, just over a month after Hamas’ massacre across southern Israel, anti-Zionist protesters approached Jewish students and punched several in the face. No one was punished for these offenses, she explained, and the university has had the habit of refusing to denounce antisemitism as a stand-alone problem, always being sure to mention Islamophobia as well to insinuate that Jewish students are engaging in hateful behavior themselves. With several large anti-Zionist events coming up later this month and in April, she fears Jewish students will be targeted again and denied justice.

“The university must enforce its policies, which it’s not doing,” Zorchinsky said. “There’s a clear double standard when it comes to violence against Jewish students, and there must be investigations of these students and expulsions of any found to have committed antisemitic violence. We don’t need pro-Hamas students on our campus behaving this way. We don’t need students who support terrorism on campus. They’re a danger to everyone. Not just us.”

Concordia University did not respond to The Algemeiner‘s request for comment for this story.

[sunny6677]

Ehhhh y'know what figured I'd just get Tender Treats done with for the Tom ramble thing jdndndnxn

I still gotta do Eddsworld x Spooky Month stuff tomorrow so doing this is probably the best option/lh

Damn I did both a Deadly Smiles ramble and a Tender Treats ramble today—lmao

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@mayisgoingnuts

So Tom technically only shows up to Lila's house when Pump does??? But it's implied she's the one who picks Pump up, and then takes him to Skids house so they can go get him for trick or treating as well. When he runs out, both he and Pump go to the sidewalk as Tom and Lila have a minor exchange with one another. Tom promises she'll have them back as soon as she can, and Lila yells for them all to have fun and bring back some candy because she wants some. Tom then runs after them afterward and follows. Or Alternatively Lila and Tom don't have an exchange at all and she just runs once the kids do. But I think it'd make things less confusing if Tom had the exchange since it'd let people know Lila asked her to take care of them or go with them. Tom is also wearing a Snow White costume for this lol. Which is funny because I imagine that's what her voice claim is or who her voice would be inspired by if she had one. (Also Tom likely says something about her work in this scene but I'm not sure what)

She doesn't appear again until the next scene they show up in where they run up to Ignacios house as Lila screams angrily at Costume Bob. They probably don't need to use the hammer in this scene since Tom's right there—and she basically bangs on the door FBI style. Ignacio slams the door open, threatening Tom directly without realizing since she's kind of at his level. But then he lowers his gaze toward her and the kids. Tom greets Ignacio as Skid and Pump say 'TRICK OR TREEEAAT!'. Ignacio, with an aggressive smile—practically marches up to Tom and goes "Excuse me?! They nearly broke my door!". Tom seems minorly startled by this, and seeing Ignacio not budge about the candy, Skid and Pump try to scare him—but just annoy him into handing over candy instead. Tom smiles down at them, saying: "WOWEE!! EXCELLENT WORK WITH YOUR INTIMIDATION TACTICS, MY SPOOKY LITTLE FELLOWS!! NOW I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT WE CAN DO TO COLLECT MORE CANDY!". Skid and Pump only cheer or gasp excitedly before THEN cheering.

The next scene is a montage of Tom performing cool poses or saying different variations of Trick Or Treat with Skid & Pump—holding them up on her shoulders or carrying them both on her back or letting them pop up from behind her—and she also helps them come up with different ideas for the tricks off screen. Tom also goes to the church with them for trick or treat—but Gregor throws boiling water on Lucky, which startles Tom. And while repeatedly glancing back at Gregor, she follows Skid and Pump.

She goes into the forest with them when they decide to, having a more strained smile and grin on her face even after she gets out of there. And she follows them to the Haunted House as well. The scene with Streber kinda plays out the same here, only Streber refers to her as 'your Majesty' or 'Beautiful Princess' while talking to the kids and also her. Him calling her that does make her more happy, grinning even wider and her lil eyes lighting up. She then runs into the Haunted House with them after, though Tom is seen kinda glancing behind herself as she does for a brief moment before vanishing into the darkness of the entrance. She ventures into the Haunted House with them—grinning and glancing around in a way that can be almost interpreted as nervous. And then when she goes out of the house with them, she notices Strebers corpse and goes over to it. Her expression looks briefly shocked, before suddenly shifting into one of joy. She's the one who ends up acting like it isn't real in this scene just to make Skid and Pump not realize that it IS real—and this makes them both beam over it, before she then finally runs away from the house with them to get more candy—running even faster now.

After Lila calls Jaune, she tries to call Tom as well to see if she'll answer, only for it to Tom running behind Skid and Pump as she checks her phone—looking even more nervous before putting it away. This is because her phone is dead and she was about to call the police, but this isn't revealed until later. This is also why Lila can't just call Tom and see where they are. She appears to be holding candy during this scene, but stops when the boys run into Frank. Tom doesn't say anything aside from a cheerful greeting to Frank, and also furrows her brows a bit when Frank takes the candy from the child.

During the next scene, Tom walks past Carmen as they walk up to the candy store and probably flashes her a small smile or waves in her direction—but Carmen probably either ignores her or just scoffs. I would say they'd interact before she goes in but I'm unsure if the episode would have any time for that/lh. Either way, once she goes in—she smiles as the kids hum. Only for Kevin to suddenly march up, but specifically push the kids out (he intends to let the kids just wait while Tom gets the candy for them this time around, and he also does imply he has something to talk about with Tom anyway). Skid and Pump try to protest, and seeing Kevin's sudden anger, Tom tries to speak up—thinking Kevin's being kind of unfair (in reality she just wants to be in the store for a long time so she'll have enough time to tell him about what she saw and ask him to call the police). Kevin yells at her that the kids always bring him trouble, only for Bob to suddenly show up in the window. When Bob walks in, Kevin gets in front of her and the kids, asking who this is and why he's following them. Tom says something (very obviously intending to subtly ask Kevin to get him the fuck away) about Bob having been following them all night like he wants something—making the remark about him perhaps following them because he wants an autograph from the rrrrroyal princess just so the kids won't notice her fear. Kevin runs over to let the candy machine pour out a bunch of candy on the floor so Bob will trip, but he just kicks it out of the way and starts to head for Tom seemingly. Kevin's fearful expression suddenly becomes one of anger though, and he tries to run over, but falls to the ground. Skid and Pump rush over to ask if he's okay, and Tom does as well—looking over at Bob as she does so. Kevin quickly gets up afterwards, telling both Tom and the kids to get outside quick. Bob actually tries to go after them here though even after he eats the candy—which causes Kevin to get in front of Tom and slam the door shut with an angry expression. Bob still gets the stomach rumblies though and ends up running away.

It cuts to outside—where after Kevin is done asking Tom if she's hurt and Tom finishes giving him details, he makes an angry expression while the kids just say they want their candy can. He slams the box of candy right onto them, causing Tom to look startled, but quickly look happy again since they have enough candy for them to possibly be satisfied now and go home. Tom leaves with the kids since she can tell he's getting pissed though, bidding him a cheerful goodbye and telling him to be careful or possibly telling him to check for more boxes of candy (as a subtle way of saying 'maybe don't go inside yet since Bob might still be there'). Kevin growls, but he becomes less aggressive when she speaks and raises a hand as if to tell her to wait, but he stops and just facepalms, and then his exchange with Rick plays out after.

In the next scene, Tom proudly crosses the sidewalk with Skid & Pump. But she ends up seeing someone (Lora) in public and gets distracted talking to them—seeming visibly distressed and not noticing Skid & Pump wondering off toward the Hatzgang (they aren't trying to escape from Tom though—they're just crossing the street and intending to wait for her there). Tom's off screen conversation with Lora is heard very noticeably in the background. But there's a small cut to the end of the conversation where Lora gives a rude goodbye, and Tom has a strained smile before walking over to where she sees the kids (right after the Hatzgang took some candy from them). She also gives Roy a brief wave since she knows him.

In the next scene as Tom follows the Spookeez, she smiles but glances behind herself again—noticing Bob as the kids sing. She smiles at the both of them, stopping once they do, but then looking up curiously (she's afraid but is trying to keep it hidden) when Bob pops out from in front of them. She's silent until Skid suggests hide and seek though, and with a sudden boost in confidence, Tom happily tells Bob to show her the 'wonders' of this 'Hidden and Sock'. When Bob starts to count, she runs off with the kids into the alleyway, ushering them over to the Grills and Boys shop. She opens the door for them, and goes into the store to hide off screen with them. Tom is basically intending on running to the exit because she's been here before and knows how to possibly escape him—but she hears Bob so she goes to hide in one of the meat carcasses. When Bob starts stabbing at them, she runs off to where they made the fake meat versions of themselves, and hides right behind it—waiting until he starts stabbing to run away. Tom ends up hiding in the other room with different meat versions though—specifically hiding a lot more so he'll be more confused. And scooping them up in her arms suddenly, she sneaks right past Bob.

Tom is practically rushing away from the store with them when Lila finds them though, and as Lila hugs Skid, Tom is shown letting out a sigh of relief in the back while Jaune says: "Thank goodness you three are okay!". Tom doesn't talk until Jaune asks what they're playing, and she says that they were playing a game of 'Seek and Hide' with some 'strange red devil.fellow' (Since she figured they must know who she's talking about after the incident in SM 1). Then Bob shows up. Tom's expression is startled, but she looks a bit more calm than the others as she rushes to the sidewalk, looks both ways and runs across the street with them.

Once again, Tom doesn't do much except be in a kind of defensive position as Bob gets closer, and then when Jack runs Bob over suddenly. Tom looks equally as shocked at the body as the others do, walking over to it with her mouth slightly open. And then she gets into the car with Lila and Jaune afterward, leaning over in the chair that she ends up sitting on as Jaune and Lila just sigh (I imagine Tom is sitting between Skid and Pump).

When Bob gets back up the second time though, I imagine Tom scoots back up against the opposite side of the car with the others, trying not to scream like they are. She nearly raises a leg to try kicking the knife out of his grasp and possibly almost threatens him before he yells at her. Then Bob ends up getting shot yet again. Tom dives under, covering her ears as gunshots go off.

John & Jack get into the car, and when Jack apologizes, Tom pops back up with Lila and Jaune. Though Tom asks to be dropped off somewhere because she still has 'something she needs to deliver'. Jack tries starting up the car as John tries calling Patty, but then Bob gets up a THIRD time and starts climbing onto the car. I dunno what Tom would do but I imagine she'd either finally curse in this scene or she just lean back up against the chair she was in while making a shocked face. But I can also picture her telling Jack to run him over in a panicked manner. Jack does that either way though.

Tom's final appearance in the actual episode is when Jaune asks if they can look for her son, and Tom pops up, asking if they can maybe take her to the candy store (specifically looking at a bag of candy she has in her hands from all the trick or treating they did).

[lost-inthestereo-23]

earlier today at 11am we were drilling a cabinet into the wall in our living room, and our neighbour started screaming and swearing through the wall for us to shut up... it was so scary cause he sounded so angry and I've never heard anyone in real life scream like that before, but like i dunno what we're supposed to do... he's got annoyed and shouted at us before for making noise in the evenings, so now we only do stuff on weekends (not that we went down much in the evenings before, we'd only been down 3 evenings in a years time span and he started banging on the wall and shouting at my boyfriend...) but like it's the middle of the day in the middle of the week, if we'd hired a tradesman to put the cabinet in they'd have to do it, regardless of him screaming at them... I just don't understand what he wants us to do, the house needed renovating by whoever bought it, there's gonna be noise, we're trying to be as respectful about it as possible, only doing weekends starting after 10am and finishing before 5pm, very rarely down there for that whole time period, this is the first time we've gone down in the day time on a week day, we thought that would be better cause he's unemployed anyway so it's not like he's working from home, but he's still screaming and swearing :'( it's making me scared to live there cause he's obviously aggressive and can't control his temper :( I understand that hearing diy noise is annoying, but we're barely ever down there, less than 10 hours a week and a lot of that time it's not even noisy work, just occasionally having to drill or hammer something into place, so the majority of the time he's got a silent empty house attached to him...

edit to add, this isn't an old man, he's in his 30's

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Wrong Foot Romance

Gif credit @bodybebangin.

The banging, hammering and drilling startled you as you slept. It was to early for this shit. You had to get some sleep.

Going outside you saw two guys working on your roof. One on a ladder and one on the roof.

"Hey! Hey!"? You screamed over the tools.

"Hmmm"? The one on the ladder answered first and got the attention of the one on the roof.

"Well, hello ma'am". He tipped his Dutton camo baseball hat.

"What the hell are you two doing"? You asked crossing your arms over your chest. You were wearing a white wife beater and a pair of skimpy sleep shorts. Not knowing you would be interrupted by two guys you would have dressed better.

"Fixing the roof". The one on the roof dumbly spoke.

"No shit, sherlock. But why are you doing it now. I told John not until I left for work"? You didnt mean for it to come out as a whine but it did.

"We fix it now, we can be done by lunch time". The shy cocky one said on the roof.

"You're not one of the Dutton kids ,are ya"?

"Yeah, Kayce, ma'am".

"Well, Kayce, have you ever been hit in the balls by a girl before"?

"No, ma'am". Kayce and his friend chuckled sarcastically.

"Cut it out or you'll find out. The both of you".

"Daddy said to get it done. We have other things to take care of". Kayce groaned, pushing the guy down the ladder as he went to get down.

"Do you ever want to be a daddy, Kayce"?

"Some day, yes".

"Then I suggest you cut it out and go home. Do this some other time. I need sleep".

"If you didnt drink and whore yourself out, you wouldn't be tired". Kayce boldly spoke. Even the guy behind him, backed up with his hands raised.

"You're daddy know you talk like that to women? Cause if he did I bet he would beat you senseless".

"Not if it's the truth". He spoke looking you up and down.

You sucked on your bottom lip and nodded your head. "Right. Tell John that I dont need anything from him. Get your shit and get off my property".

Kayce sighed and grabbed his stuff, the other guy was halfway to the truck by now and sleep was not even in your vocabulary now that your blood was boiling.

As Kayce got back to the ranch, his father was waiting for him.

"Get your chores done"? John asked his son.

"Mostly, we went to work on the house up the road and she told us to get lost".

"That was the last thing on your list. Why did you go there during the day"?

"You didnt say not to do that now". Kayce argued back.

"Y/N, probably just got home. She's a er nurse. Working longer that your dick, boy. What did she say"?

"She doesnt want anything from John Dutton".

"You screwed up, Kayce. Make it right". John pointed to Kayce and walked off just as his phone rang.

John walked up on the porch just to walk back down to Kayce. "You called her a whore"? John slapped the back of Kayces head.

"Ow, what was that for"? Kayce grabbed the back of his neck.

"I raised you better than that. You dont talk to women like that. She helped us out a lot with Rip. She didnt ask any questions when we asked her to pull a bullet for him. She just did it and didnt say a word. We owe her. Now go unfuck it up". John huffed at his son. He was very disappointed.

Kayce growled and kicked the dirt. He did not want to go back to your house. But he did as his daddy told him and gathered his tools and headed your way. 

You had just finished packing your dinner for tonight's shift. Sleep still didnt hit your eyes after Kayce and his friend left.  So you were in rare form.

Hearing the diesel truck pull into your driveway.

"What the - "? You shook your head and headed outside.

"Didnt you get the message from this morning"? You asked with your hands on your hips.

"I was ordered to finish what needs to be done. If you dont like it take it up with John". Kayce placed his ladder one the house.

"I saved your guy. Its what I do. I don't need special favors because of it".

"We take care of the ones that take care of us.. without question". Kayce said going up the ladder. You nicely held it as he went up.

"Wheres your friend"?

"Ryan, he had other things to do".

"Okay, but you do know that its dangerous for someone to work on a roof alone. Many things could happen". You tell him going up the ladder and poking your head up.

"You're here".

"True. But I dont know what I'm doing".

"Just hold the ladder and if I fall take me to the hospital". Kayce chuckled as he started hammering the nail. Then he stopped.

"I'm sorry about this morning. I shouldn't have said that about you. My father didnt raise me that way".

"It's okay".

"No, it isn't. I shouldnt judge".

"You wanna make it up to me"? You asked with a smirk.

"Sure"? Kayce tilted his head confused.

"Can you build me a greenhouse"?

"Oh, yeah sure". Kayce said somewhat relieved.

"What did you think I was going to ask"?

"Nothing".

"Hey, that isn't off the table. You're not to bad looking". You bit your lip and headed down the ladder.

Kayce scooted to the edge of the roof, hanging his head over. His long hair dangling in his face. "You think I'm cute"?

"In a dorky, asshole kinda way. Which works for you".

"Gee, thanks". Kayce rolled his eyes, pulling his head up but a happy grin formed on his face. This might be the beginning of something that started off on the wrong foot.

[aubreyprc]

safe in these arms of mine

prompt - you’re safe . i’m here

summary - emily gets taken by their recent unsub, someone they named the three day killer. they know they have three days to find her, aaron refuses to let them get to four.

word count - 3.3k

TW / mentions of torture (not graphic), alluded / implied hint of SA (not graphic or mentioned)

He thinks he’s probably watched the CCTV footage more times than he’s ever watched anything, rewinding certain moments in hopes of something that will give them a clue, something that will tell them where she is. who he is. anything.

Watching her drop to the ground, even after seeing it hundreds of times, still makes his heart fall into his stomach, the sight of the man picking her up over his shoulders, carrying her like she was dead weight. like she was nothing still making him feel sick, still making him feel guilty. not that he could ever tell anyone why. Not that he can really act on how terrified he is.

To everyone else’s knowledge, they’re colleagues, friends, just like he is with the rest of the team. He can be worried, they’re all worried, all scared of what could happen, all nauseous at the idea of what she could be going through, but he can’t be anything more. Because to everyone else’s knowledge, they're just friends but in reality, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, FBI policy’s and fraternization rules, they’re something. They’re more than something.

What started off as casual, turned into coffee and coffee soon turned into dinner, dinner soon turned into staying the night and four months later in the darkness of her bedroom, his fingers tracing patterns on her spine as she lay in his arms, the three words slipped out of his mouth… and ten seconds later she repeated them, a soft smile on her face. a smile he has never forgotten.

A smile he would kill to see again.

They’re eight months in now, getting to the point where keeping them a secret was becoming impossible, Jack far too young and unpredictable to not blurt out something that would cause the penny to drop.

As he watches the footage for the millionth time, the guilt is almost overwhelming, his palms cut to pieces from how harsh he is clenching a fist. He knows if they don’t find her, that if day three comes and they still don’t have a location, that he’d never forgive himself, he wouldn’t know how to. He wouldn’t want to.

He was supposed to be with her.

Jack was with a friend, and they’d had plans to stay at her apartment, order take out and just be without a four year old demanding their attention for most of the night. But they’d argued. A stupid argument. So stupid that he can’t even remember what started it, or what it was even about. All he remembers is her bitter laugh before she walked out of his office, all but slamming the door behind her as she walked back into the bullpen and grabbed her stuff, he remembers watching her go, remembers telling himself that he’d call her when he got home, or maybe he would go over, make it up to her.

He prays he still gets the chance to. Prays that the last memory he has of her… of them… won’t be her walking away from him in anger. That their last conversation won’t be something he can’t even remember.

“You’re going to drive yourself insane if you keep watching that.” Dave tells him as he walks into the office, “it won’t bring her back. It won’t give you any more information.”

Aaron remains silent, his eyes peeled on the screen, her facing in the direction of the unsub, her face in full view of the camera.

“Reid has something on the unsub…” he says, but Aaron can’t bring himself to hear it. “I know this is hard but—”

“You don’t know.” he says, turning to face his friend, “you don’t know.” he repeats and the older man nods.

“You’re right. I don’t.” he accepts, before staring at him, “but I know you love her.” he says and Aaron’s eyes widen, “and I know she loves you. And I know she’s counting on us.. on you to focus, to put our feelings and our fear on hold and find her.”

“I can’t even think about what she could be going—”

“Then don’t.” he tells him, “don’t think. Help her. Help her by doing what you can. Here. Now.”

Aaron nods, standing and following the man out of the office and into the briefing room.

They all refuse to go home, refuse to waste time when she has so little of it, refuse to do anything but find her, the thought of what she could be going through knocking every single one of them sick.

The entire building feels eerie, everyone on egg shells around the team, scared to say the wrong thing, scared to say anything. Everyone loved Emily, and her absence noticeable at any time, and so the entire situation has the bullpen in silence, the only sound being the muttering of the agents on the case as they work alongside the team to find their missing member. Their missing friend.

They all know what this unsub does, have all read the case files, seen the pictures of the women he’d taken and killed over the last few weeks, have heard in detail what he does to them before hand, and it becomes the elephant in the room, every single person knowing exactly what Emily was going through, knowing far too much about what could happen if they don’t find her, but no one ever says anything, no one comments, no one even brings it up, because they can’t. The knowing itself is enough, they shouldn’t have to talk about it too.

Aaron is the only one who tortures himself by looking at the other cases, reading over what they went through before he killed them, how he killed them, and what he did to them afterwards. It’s the same every time, the same marks and bruises on each woman they found, all killed the same way around the same time and all found in the same place, beaten, bloody and cold, all with signs of a struggle, as if he’d toyed with them, given them to opportunity to fight him off… each woman died in pain, alone and scared, and the idea that Emily might go through that, the fact that he could be doing to her what he did to all the others makes him nauseous, it makes him murderous but mostly it just makes him want to scream, cry, shout, and he can do neither, not yet, not when he still has the chance to get her back. Not when there’s hope that he can save her.

And he will. He has to. Loosing her is not an option.

“Stop.” Morgan says as he enters his office, “reading the files won’t change this. If anything it will just make it worse.”

“There could—”

“Reid has the files memorised…” he says, “there’s nothing in there.”

He closes the file, rubbing a hand over his face as he leans on the chair.

“How is he this hidden?” he asks, “we’ve been trying to find him for three weeks and all we have is that he’s male, in his thirties and…” he stops, shaking his head as he thinks about what he does to the women he takes.

“I know.” he nods, “but we’ll find him.”

“Will we find him in time?” he asks, the silence between them lingering as the other man remains without an answer.

“We can only try.” he tells him, “and trust that she’s strong enough to wait until we do.” he says softly, before leaving the office.

He sighs as he opens his draw, grabbing his wallet before pulling out a picture he hides behind one of Jack, a picture Penelope took just a few weeks ago when she just had to capture the moment as she stated on the email she forwarded the picture on. He smiles every time he looks at it, her grin sending warmth through him as he looks at it, the blissful happiness on their faces as they sit in their own bubble, his own smile on his face as he looks at her. He rubs a thumb over it, his heart aching in his chest as he swallows.

I’ll find you.

And they do. On day three.

They speed through the traffic, each of them tense with anxiety as they sit in the SUV, neither knowing what they’re going to walk into. If they’ll make it on time.

The warehouse is huge, the smell of blood, sweat and death hits them as soon as their in, each going in a different direction as they search for her. For him. For anything.

Aaron hears them before he sees them, leans against the wall as he calculates what his next move should be, signals for the team to head in his direction as he tries to block out the sound of her choking, dreads to think what he’s going to be met with when he turns the corner.

Reid and Morgan head his way first, are on the other side of the building when he spots them, and on his nod, all three man make themselves known, turning the corner with their guns out, but all can see is her. The way the only reason she is still standing being due to her arms being hung above her, her head lulled to the ground, no movement, not even a groan and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt panic like it before.

He has no intention to chase the man when he runs, grateful that the other two take off in a sprint after him, and he heads towards her.

He stands in front of her, heart hammering in his chest as terror fills his body and slowly cups her face, moving her head up to look at him and when he’s met with her tired, but open eyes, the relief that fills him is enough to make him want to cry. But the fear in her eyes, the sheer terror that stares back at him has him pushing it away, his focus on her.

“You’re okay.” he whispers, quickly freeing her hands from the chains above her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he does, catching her as she all but falls into him, a soft cry leaving her throat as her arms drop, the only reason she doesn’t being that he has her, wraps her protectively into him and all she can do is look at him, shock, exhaustion, pain, terror and everything in between meaning it takes her a few moments to register what’s going on, to register that it’s Aaron but it’s obvious the moment she does. The look of terror turning into relief as she relaxes, letting him pull her into his arms and she goes willingly into them, her face in his chest as she breathes, tears threatening to fall down her face as she allows the last few days to process. There’s a bang from the other side of the room that causes her to flinch, to tense in fear and he runs a hand down her back.

“It’s okay..” his voice is soft, soothing and he smiles at her when she lifts her head to look at him. “You’re okay. It’s over.”

“Can we get out of here?” she asks, her voice dry and rough, a hint that she’s been without water for days and he nods.

“Of course.” he says, gently wrapping an arm around her waist as he helps her walk out of the room.

She gets the all clear from the hospital and is free to go that night, her ribs bruised but not broken, her arms strained but no damage to the ligaments, a concussion she might feel for a few days, but no bleed, no damage, is told she’s lucky, and she wants to scream, feeling anything but luck as she sits in the passenger seat, her mind replaying the last three days on a loop, the man’s face, voice, touch lingering with her, can feel his hands on her skin, can hear his voice as he toys with her, can see his face so clearly he might as well he sat next to her but she’s lucky, because he didn’t break her ribs, she’s lucky because he didn’t kill her, how does she explain that she wishes he did?

Aaron walks them up to her apartment, his hand around her waist as she uses him to hold herself up, a lump in the back of her throat as she tries to pretend as though she hasn’t spent the last three days tortured, laughed at, broken.

“I’ll go and run you a bath,” he says softly as he enters her apartment, she simply stands, her hand clinging to her throbbing ribs as she nods. “Can I get you anything?”

“No,” she says with a tired smile, “I’m good. Tired.”

“Would you prefer a shower—”

“No,” she says quickly, before smiling as best she can, “A bath would be great.” she nods and he smiles, slowly walking over to her and waiting for her to lean into him before wrapping an arm around her waist, helping her up the stairs as she winces in pain. He’d do anything to take it from her. For it to have been him instead.

-

He sits on the floor next to the bath at her request, stroking gentle patterns onto her hand as she stares ahead and he waits, knowing she has to be the one to talk first, knowing he can’t rush this.

“The last woman you found… she couldn’t have been older than twenty.” she says, her eyes still staring ahead of her.

“Yeah..” he whispers, “found her just before we…” he stops, “you saw her?”

“He killed her right in front of me…” she says, turning to look at him, “she was begging me to help her, I could hear her crying but…” she stops, looks away from him.

“There’s nothing you could have done, Em.” he tells her, “you know that. It’s not your fault.”

She doesn’t answer, simply continues to stare at the wall ahead. He wants to ask, he needs to, but he doesn’t know how. Isn’t sure he wants to know. He’ll have to read the police report anyway, sign off on her being back on duty in a few weeks and he wonders if that might be easier. To read it rather than hear it, but he also knows he needs to hear it from her, needs to let her be the one to tell him, tell him what, he isn’t sure.

“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” he asks her gently, smiling softly when she turns to face him, “I’m not leaving,” he tells her, “but if you want some space tonight, if you want some time to work through this, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

She smiles slightly, linking their fingers together as they rest on the side of the bath and she slowly shakes her head.

“I don’t want to be alone.” she whispers, and he nods.

“I’m here,” he tells her. “Whenever you’re ready to talk… I’m here.”

“I know.” she says, “I’m exhausted.”

“Come on.” he says, getting to his feet with a groan that makes her laugh slightly, before he helps her up, wrapping her in a towel before walking them towards the bed. He hands her an old jumper, one that nine months ago, used to belong to him, and a pair of joggers, kissing her head slightly.

“I’ll grab some water, I’ll be right back.” he tells her and she nods, watches him go as she takes a deep breath, focuses on getting into the clothes rather than the silence, rather than the memories of the last few days.

By the time he’s back she’s already in bed, her eyes staring at a spot of the wall across the room as she curls into the duvet and his heart breaks when the creek of the floor makes her jump.

He places the water on her bedside table, runs a gentle finger across her cheek as he passes her and gets himself in bed, turns to face her when she rolls over, taking her hand gently when she rests it on his chest, smiling when he links their fingers.

“Derek said you kept reading the other women’s files.” she says softly, he looks at her and nods. “He pretty much stuck to the script.” she tells him, looking from him to their hands. “I wish you didn’t read them.” she whispers, tracing his fingers with her own.

“When your ready to tell me, I’ll listen.” he says, “I’ll wait for you to tell me.”

“You’ll read the report before—”

“I’ll wait for you to tell me.” he whispers; she nods.

“Okay.” she whispers, “thank you.”

“Get some rest,” he tells her, “I’m right here.”

She smiles before she leans up to kiss him, wrapping herself around him as she inhales, the scent of him calming her, the feeling of safely taking ahold of her as she sighs, closing her eyes.

“I love you.” she whispers as he kisses her head and he smiles.

“I love you too.” he tells her, and waits until shes asleep before allowing himself to fall asleep too.

It’s barley been three hours when her scream jolts him awake. He sits up instantly, terror taking over as he registers what woke him and he turns, slowly reaching out to cup her face as she cries in her sleep, completely taken over by a nightmare, by a memory, by fear.

“Emily,” he whispers, trying to wake her carefully. “Em, sweetheart. Wake up.” he says a little louder, tapping her face gently as she gasps, her eyes opening instantly and she sits up, hyperventilating as she cries, a hand on her chest as she struggles to breathe and he holds her.

“You’re okay.” he whispers, “just breathe. It’s okay.” he soothes, a gentle hand on her back. Her breathing evens out pretty quickly but her tears do not, her entire body shaking with fear as he holds her close.

“You’re safe now,” he tells her, lifting her face to wipe her tears as she looks at him. “I’m here.” he says, “You’re safe.”

He slowly lays them back down, wrapping his arms around her when she clings onto him, resting herself in his arms.

“I love you.” she mutters as she slowly breathes, allowing herself to succumb to sleep.

“I love you too.” he whispers. “You’re safe. I’m here.” he repeats, hoping it soothes her, hoping she feels safe with him.

It’s obvious she does when she doesn’t wake until late that next afternoon and goes searching for him as soon as she realises he’s not next to her.

She finds him on the couch and heads towards him, smiling as she sits next to him and rests her head on his chest, relaxing the minute his arms wrap around her.

“You weren’t in bed.” she mumbles as she closes her eyes.

“I’m right here.” he whispers, “I’ll always be here.” he promises, and he smiles when she mumbles a small I know, before falling back into a dreamless sleep.

[thatguyender]

DL Short Stories:

Do you copy? (2/?)

Cronch

"How do you..."

Oliver fiddled with padlock with a paperclip and tension rod made from a piece scrap metal–which he found laying about in some bin.

Did he like to dig his hand into trash?

No.

Did he have a choice?

...

Well, yeah but it's survival.

Oliver was in need to find some components to his plans. A plan that can help with the apparent Volatile Nest that was found underground and pestering their somewhat quiet neighbourhood. To be honest, he wasn't exactly suited to do things himself. A growing dependence for his friends and family kept him afloat and without them, he's nothing more but a man who's only good with fixing stuff.

His best guidance was the man behind the radio.

"Need an advice from an expert?"

Crane chuckled, obviously hearing the fustrated sound practically screaming from inside Oliver as his the metallic object snapped.

"For fucks–"

"Language!"

Crane saying "Language"?

That's definitely not characteristic coming from the man who swears 24/7 even when his life is not in danger.

"Since when did you care about profanity?"

He questioned, kneeling to the ground as he ramages through his backpack for anymore spare scraps he can sacrifice to pick this damn lock.

"Not long ago after Brecken let out a paragraph of slurs. Don't want you picking the same habit as your uncle."

"He's not my–"

"It was a joke."

Oliver rolled his eyes in annoyance, almost turning his bag inside out to find barely nothing he can craft a pick with. Did he use up all the scrap metals just for a single lock already?

Surely, not. Maybe to fix his weapons but they do definitely go by quickly if you don't restock fast enough.

Inhaling a large quantity of air and puffed one his cheeks, thinking he could do next. Placing the contents back into their respective place whiles keeping in mind on an approach to this locked obstacle.

"You need to work on your jokes, old man."

Oliver cheekily said as he lifted his hammer from his belt.

...

SMACK

...

"Fucking microphone hit my face– Who are you calling old?!"

For a moment, he thought that sound of smack was coming from his side. Only to realise it was Crane's clumsiness in action.

"Well, first, language. Second, I'm talking to you and you are like... fou–"

"Don't finish that sentence. I will eat these chips next to this mic if you do—"

BANG

"What was that?!"

"Sorry, that was me. Just smashed the padlock. Turns out it was pretty old like you."

"..."

"Crane?"

Sliding the handle down the loop on his belt and questionly tapped his headset. The supposingly peacefuly sound...didn't sound peaceful.

Crunch.

"Crane. I swear I will–"

Crunch

"Oh my fucking God."

C͓̞̺̜̫͕ R͖̱̺͔̯͠ͅ O͖͕̯͎ N̳̻͓͉̻ C̖̹͇̹̱ H̙͉̗͇͟��̭

[bitchassbucky]

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Word Count: 2k

Warning/s: toxic/abusive relationship dynamics, gaslighting and manipulation, abduction, injuries were mentioned, stalking, dark!bucky x dark!reader, emotionally/mentally unstable!reader, dismemberment (not gore-y but still), three very special character mentions, shady corporate stuff, career sabotage?, food mention, sedation/drugging, f-words.

A/N: oh my god, this is the final chapter of CTRL. to all who read from the start, thank y'all so fucking much - from the bottom of my big-ass heart, thank you so much for coming along with this journey. this is my first FINISHED series, oh my god. to @babyboibucky (CTRL's number one fan), @sarge-barnes-sir, and @borikenlove thank you so much for indulging my inner degenerate GHJSDFG and for screaming (affectionately) at me when i first let y'all read the finished draft.

BUT THIS IS NOT THE END (just yet), i will be uploading TWO epilogues very soon: the explicit version and the not-so-explicit version. stay tuned!

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Your demeanor, character, even tone, changed.

Calculated, cold, unnerving.

But you sat there like a housewife in front of her husband, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Acting all dandy like there isn’t a man strapped onto the chair four feet away from you.

“C’mon, darling, eat! I made your favorite,” your eyes twinkled as Bucky helplessly tugged on his restraints, “oh, sorry, you’re tied up.”

Hm, sick in the head, bad for the heart.

“What do you want?” Oh, wow, even talking hurts for him. His throat is all dried up, he tasted something bitter under his tongue.

You chuckled, moving half a meatball around your mostly empty plate, “for you to stop treating me like I’m stupid.” You spear the meat with your fork, swirling it in the sauce, “I know you’ve been… checking in on me, Bucky.”

Oh, fuck.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was-- I mean, look at you--” He’s making it worse. You’re mad. You’re angry because he was being a good friend.

He only did that because you were lonely and he’s right: you are lonely.

So lonely that you’re willing to kidnap a grown man to keep you company, “I’m so sad for you.”

“You’re aware you’re the one’s been tied up, right?” You’re curt as you should be, scooting over near Bucky to feed him.

“I can’t eat that—” If he wasn’t sitting down and tied, Bucky would’ve vaulted over you and called the neighbors, she’s fucking crazy!

You giggled, rolling your eyes as if he had the freedom to make a choice right now, “if you’re thinking of screaming… More than half of my neighbors are felons or on parole, I doubt that they’ll call 911.”

Jutting forward the fork, you let the prongs gently touch Bucky’s lips, “now, eat! We have so much to talk about.”

“No. I don’t-- I’m not hungry.” He shakes his head, the fork hitting his chin and clanking down the floor.

“Just eat the fucking food, Steve!”

Bucky flinched at your sudden outburst. The words—the name—seeping in a moment later. Steve? Who the hell is Steve? Was he your husband? Boyfriend? His head throbbed again, his mouth filling with saliva like he’s about to throw up.

You kneel down, pulling a napkin from the table to wipe the meat and the sauce from the floor.

“This better not stain.”

—

He promised thrice.

Once over pasta and meatballs, once over dessert, and once when you were clearing the table.

You relented, of course. Half because you love him and half because it’s getting annoying.

“As long as you don’t leave me, okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I won’t leave you.”

Bucky’s still seating on the dinner chair, slightly slumped without the ropes holding him up, “look, I’m really sorry about the anesthetic, I went overboard with it.” You look over to him—at least he’s regaining his fingers and arms again.

“It’s okay, babe, I wouldn’t trust me either.” If he could stand up, he’d go over and hug you. Helping with the dishes, peppering you with sweet kisses.

A genuine laugh slips out of your lips, “ugh, still… I’m really sorry.”

The last of the plates were neatly stacked, cups and cutleries were placed gently on a drying rack. It was getting late, you could tell.

“I’m not mad, by the way.” You muse, prompting Bucky to lean forward, listening to you.

“What do you mean?” He takes your hand into his, ever so gently.

“You did that,” you squeeze his hand back, gazing into his soulful eyes, “because you love me.”

Did you know that some people could read microexpressions well? Bucky went through a whole lot of them before answering, “of course, I do.”

Contemplating whether you call him out on it or not, you hum, placing a gentle hand on his jaw, “it’s okay, you’ll learn how to love me.”

He has to. He has no other choice.

Bucky clears his throat, “have you seen my phone?” His tone was hopeful, upbeat, maybe he can reach out to someone, anyone, before you can do any more damage.

“Yeah, ‘s on the couch.”

He tried to move, he really did. Bucky’s fairly strong, he can bench an easy 140 on a good day. But even the beefiest motherfuckers have no match for Propofol.

“Don’t worry about your friends, they’re not worried about you, Buck.” The coolness of your tone sends Bucky into a panic—again. “D’you wanna check your messages though? There’s a lot of ‘em.”

Grabbing his phone, you asked Siri to read him his latest notifications.

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

From Joaquin: Where are you, man?

From John W.: Do you have copies?

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

Urgent: Gross Misconduct

From Joaquin: Bucky, what the fuck?

From Samuel Wilson: Pick up the phone, Barnes. You’re fired.

17 missed calls from an unknown number

From John W.: I knew you were a freak but holy shit, dude!

72 text messages from an unknown number

Bucky never really liked horror movies. It made him jumpy and anxious. Too paranoid, even. But now? Now he’s sure that people have never experienced sheer fright before.

His toes cramped inside his boots, his feet were cold, sweating. The little hairs on his legs stood up, goosebumps littering the entirety of his body. If he held his breath, he’s sure he could hear his heart hammering out of his chest. The blood rushes past his ears and onto the base of his skull—he’s gonna be sick.

“What,” he gulped back the saliva pooling in his mouth, “what did you do?”

You’re irritatingly calm, “well, I mean… We’re already together, what do you need those for, right?”

Putting a warm hand over his forehead, you cooed, “poor thing, you look sick.”

—

Bucky thinks it’s well past midnight when the anesthetic wore off.

His limbs were heavy, he had to lean on the wall every couple of steps to regain his balance. Helpless. He’s helpless and you both know it. As if it’s a bear trap, Bucky carefully took his phone from the coffee table.

Why would you leave it unattended?

The screen lights up as soon as he picked up, his lock screen littered with ‘fuck yous’, ‘sicko’, and his personal favorite, ‘motherfucker.’

Ignoring the glaring messages, he went straight for the emergency dialler and—you took out his SIM card, snapping it into two neat pieces, placing it beside the phone.

Bitch.

The golden surface of the card was scratched too, he can’t do anything, use it as a toothpick, maybe? His phone was just as good as a paperweight.

He looks out of the window, limping towards it. Even if he could climb over, it would take him forever to get onto the street. Your neighbors would probably think that he’s just on a bad trip.

“It’s bolted shut. Perks of living alone as a single female.” Your voice made him flinch back, like a kid whose hand was halfway down the cookie jar.

Bucky plays it off with a cough, he can’t be weak now, “no, babe, I was checking out a noise. You ready for bed?”

You smiled softly, taking his hand and draping his arm on your shoulders as you prop him against you, “almost, big guy. Gotta get you settled in bed first. Are you tired?”

Nodding, Bucky kisses your temple, “yeah.” He just needs to play with your sick little games until he regains his strength.

Where would he go? His reputation and his job are besmirched, his apartment is probably crawling with forensics too.

“You fell down and banged your head earlier. Nasty cut on your head too. I told you to not tire yourself much.”

You hit and drugged me but I digress, “Yes, darling. ‘M sorry.”

“You scared me, Buck. I thought you were dead.” Are these tears forming in your eyes?

“I’m not leaving you, not by any chance. I promise.”

He promises a fourth time.

—

Your bedroom was bigger than he thought. But of course, he only saw your desk and your bed through the webcam.

Save from the Ted Bundy-esque corkboard you have in front of your workspace, he feels weirdly at home. You tucked him in, reminding him to wake up every two hours for the painkillers.

“You’re not going to bed?” He muses from behind you, all cocooned in your blankets.

“Just need to take this phone call real quick, babe.” Your back was turned from him as you work on your company laptop. He noticed that the webcam is covered with white tape.

The sound of an incoming call filled the room before you quickly answer it, your voice turning hoarse and raspy as if you’ve been crying.

Hi, Mr. Wilson. I’m so sorry for the late call. Do I- do I need to come in tomorrow? I just... I don’t feel comfortable facing everyone—I used all my home hours this week and—

Miss L/N, I’m glad you reached out to me. Is it okay if I record this call for security purposes? It’s just for you, me, and the HR department.

You turned to Bucky, your face is stone-cold but your voice belonged to someone so utterly helpless.

No, you don’t have to call into work tomorrow… Or any other day.

A dainty gasp and a fucking sob comes out of your mouth, your eyes were telling a different story.

Am I fired?

God, no. Please, Miss L/N, don’t worry about that. We want you with us through this entire debacle. We want you to take some time off—paid. We’ll also grant you… a grievance package.

You could almost hear what he would say next.

As long as you don’t talk to any members of the press or any journalists until our friends in the PR department can clean this up.

A triumphant smile creeps on your bare features, putting a finger in front of your lips, you mimic a ‘shh’ gesture to Bucky.

You round up another mirthless sob as the CEO drones on about the bureaucracy of this whole thing.

He was really nice to me, you know? He took me out on dinners and lunches. He even brought me to his place and I– nothing happened but I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m really sorry, Miss L/N. I thought he was…

A good guy? I really thought so too.

Please stay offline for a bit, just for the weekend, alright? Someone from the HR department will be in touch with you for the process. We don’t wanna be a hassle more than what Barnes is. On our behalf, please accept our deepest apologies.

Jesus, this guy had the PR department cook up an apology letter.

Thank you—thank you so much, Mr. Wilson. I’ll keep in touch.

You burst out in laughter a second after the call ended. Hearty laughter, the one where you can feel your belly tightening.

“Did you hear how good I was, baby? Oh my god, we had them fooled.”

We? Fuck your ‘we.’

You slide over the covers, propping up yourself with your elbow as you turn to face Bucky, “don’t worry, you don’t need them anymore. You have me, yeah? We have each other.”

—

Out of the most bizarre things that happened to him last week, finding dismembered fingers in the fridge was the least of his concerns.

“Honey!” Bucky calls out, holding the ziplock bag with a pair of tongs.

You bound down the stairs, your laptop in hand as you squint, “what am I looking at?”

Bucky hesitated, maybe he’s going insane too, “fingers. Dismembered fingers—are these yours?”

Setting down the laptop onto the table, you peck him on the cheek, smiling as if him holding a baggie with human remains is just your Sunday normal, “god, I hope not. I need my hands to do things.”

As soon as you look back at him, you dropped the facade: “those are Steve’s. Well, used to be.”

Bucky’s afraid to ask the question where’s the rest of him?

“You know the term pinky promise, right? Well, it has a dark origin.”

Just as fast as a bustling train, Bucky rakes his brain for all the times he promised you something. Hoping that he won’t end up with a stump for a hand.

One vividly bright memory is seared into his brain though, the days blurred together with sharp edges and mismatched colors: we love how we were taught to love.

So, who taught you how to love like this?

[myclownjunction]

Karl Heisenberg x Reader Steampunk Love pt1

!!WARNING!! MIGHT GET NSFW LATER SO KIDS ADVERTISING TO STAY AWAY AND FAR AWAY FROM THIS FILTHY AS THE FACTORY OF LORD HEISENBERG BLOG UNLESS YOU'RE 18+

It was a damned day you have prepared yourself so much and in the end this asshole, this jackass has dumped you at this forsaken village. You hated him with your all heart as same as loving him the first time he said that he loved you, you were walking around the streets still shaken from this assholes' words holding your jacked tighter around you, you needed to get the hell out of this village. As you walked closer to the outskirts of the town you saw a rather huge and dark factory that was still working 'Why there's a damn huge factory in this small village, well whatever I need help!' you thought to yourself as you decided to walk in and have your head somewhere else but not with this idiot maybe the owner of this factory will be kind enough to help...big mistake-huge. You walked into it and looked around as you were greeted by the smell of oil, metal scraps, and something metallic a rather huge robot-like was stumbling around as if being broken, you stood like deer in headlights 'What the Hell was that thing?". "I need to get to the door as fast as possible!" you rushed to the factory door as carefully as possible not to make noise avoiding the metal scaps as you closing on the door a rather loud roar made you blood run cold "What the actual FUCK" you screeched adrenaline pumping in your blood as you ran even faster hearing the running behind you "I wanna kill this asshole for putting me through this bloody hell!" you reached the door running through it as you were panting and slammed it shut. You decided to walk inside fastening the locks as the banging at it was loud so were the growls. Walking inside as you decided to stay in one place was a rather dumb idea the factory inside was so huge and monstrous the roar of the machinery, the smell everything was so big that you gawked for a moment but shaking yourself from the trance-like state you cautiously walked from your standing place. The radio static was replaced with a rather deep and gruff voice as if the person was a smoker but it was a rather attractive voice you might say, 'Maybe it's the owner of the factory, how interesting' as you watched the machines turn their gears sweating oil and grease, you somehow were entertained you enjoyed everything connected with the machinery gasping and awing with each new thing you saw in your rather calm walk through the factory as the voice you heard before barking commands now sounded seductive and dangerous aimed at you "Well, well, well what do we have here, what a precious little thing has entered my factory to pay me a visit?!" upon dimming the lights, you gasped looking around frantically as you heard a deep laugh coming from the com you looked up at the siren and licked your lips not aware that there are cameras around the factory as Lord Heisenberg was enjoying your childish awe at this creations. "Who are you Sir?" you asked as sweet as possible, well because you were trespassing and you better be on the good side of this man there was a silent moment before the speaker came to life "Awww but where are my manners. Name's Heisenberg, Lord Heisenberg sweet cheeks!" You smiled and bowed you head, you didn't know he was a Lord "You have an amazing factory Lord Heisenberg it's truly unique!" you chirped out as he laughed through the com entertained by your naivety as you tilted your head the com came to life once more "You know sweet cheeks why not introducing myself in person that would be better I think!" you heard a click and the radio was silent. You stood in one place not moving looking around you as you heard walking on the metal platforms. As you stood he walked on the platform hammer in hand and you felt the buzz, the electricity turning around to face a platform you saw this man his dark glasses, hat, huge hammer and boy he was a sight to behold a true description of Owner of this factory you stared at him gawking making his smile widen in one moment you caught his eyes they were so green like a green emerald and just in one moment there was a flicker of gold you gasped as he smiled and winked at you making you blush and avert your gaze as he walked down ever so slowly. 'Oh boy he's so damn hot, damn look at him he's like damn craft god and his body, Woah Y/N hold the reins you still need help and cover from this thing outside!' you thought as you saw him getting closer leaving the hammer on the ground and tipping his hat towards you "What a nice sight to have beyond all this meat and scarps, so we finally meet!" he smirked, damn you were swooning over him already, like a dog in heat "But!" he paused looking at you up and down "You pumpkin haven't told me your name?" he winked as you blushed like a schoolgirl "My name is  Y/N!" he licked his lips "Such a beautiful name suiting a beautiful creature like you!". "Tell me little pumpkin what let you roll into my big scary factory at nighttime?" you sighed and decided to tell him everything about your ex, about the creatures and the robot that looked like a human, he listened closely considering his plan as he was a man, after all, that Bitch called his "sister" was taking all the maidens into her castle, he needed some fun and you just dropped in time but it was about to change. "Damn poor little one, as I can tell you everything about this village but I believe you'll be scared of me then, you'll judge me as many others did!" you looked at him sadly you didn't want to judge fast enough as you took a step closer to him "Please Lord Heisenberg tell me about it I promise I won't judge you! " he smiled as he was standing facing the wall, he would tell her everything even if after she ran away he wouldn't judge her as he began telling everything about being kidnapped, being tormented, being used as a toy by the Bitch Miranda, you listened every world never interrupting. When he was done he was ready to turn around and see you gone or run away screaming instead, you were sad as you took a step closer to him and said "I'm so sorry for what had happened to you Lord Heisenberg this is so unfair and heartless towards you, no one in the worlds deserves such faith as yours. I am truly sorry you never deserved to through this by yourself! " she smiled as Heisenberg was out of any comeback or anything to say. He exhaled the breath he didn't think he held in and on strange unknown emotion he stepped closer and swept you into his strong hands, you yelped quietly and hugged him back feeling his huge form caging you in the so needed hug after all these years of torment he felt a soul that cared for him! You were enjoying this hug so much his strong body and the heat it was radiating made you feel sleepy and dizzy, he smelled of tobacco,pleasant perfume and a bit of whiskey as you saw with a corner of your eye flying metal parts around you you gasped making him break the hug a bit concerned "Have I pressed you hard pumpkin?" he was panicking not to hurt you as gawked in awe at the flying metal parts earning a loud chuckle from him as he extended his arm his hammer snapped from the wall into it "That's not the only thing I could control!" he winked! He took you to hand as you told him about your love for machinery and building stuff, he has fallen for you that was it he wouldn't let that Bitch Miranda and anyone else lay a finger on you he walked to his room as you were like a little child enjoying everything you say he wanted to admit something he had in his heart for you...

To be continued...

[themadauthorshatter]

It's been forever since I did one of these.

PG-13 Ninjago Pilot Season Episode 3!!!!!!

We start off with Kai walking through Four Weapons on his own, back in his old clothes. There's no one around, but he hears the hammer banging in the blacksmith shop.

Kai jogs in, excitedly calling, "Nya!"

Turns out there's no Nya there. It's Samukai, who throws a pair of knives at Kai and he gets pinned to the wall as Samukai saunters toward him, a third knife in his hand. Kai tries kicking and breaking free, but screams to know where Nya is and what Samukai did to her.

Just as Samukai goes to stab Kai, he's slapped awake.

Yeah, another dream, but it was Jay who woke up Kai, because the new kid slept in and they need to go. Mission today to get the map, so they need to haul ass.

Kai gets up and dresses, still a little drowsy, and asks about breakfast.

No breakfast.

Now that he's waking up for realsies, he has ANOTHER question: how are they getting there?

Cole barks that they're taking the carriage and tells Kai and Jay to hurry the hell up.

Kai jumps up, excitedly asking if they're REALLY taking a carriage, like RIDING IN A CARRIAGE, and Jay gives a small smile and shrug.

And we cut to the ninja pulling a carriage as Wu meditates, Cole in the front with Jay, Zane, and Kai behind him, Kai remarking that when Jay said they were taking a carriage, this was not what he was thinking at all.

Jay chuckles and admits that it at least got him out of bed, right?

Kai groans and changes the topic:

Where and how did Wu find these three?

Cole bites that if it weren't for Wu, the four of them wouldn't be caught dead together. To completely answer Kai's question, though, Wu found Cole twice before Cole decided to go with him; he'd been testing himself physically and got offered the student plan to Wu's spinjitsu academy.

Jay backs Cole's story, even though there are parts he's not saying, which he should say now that they're a team. Cole barks that Jay should focus more on pulling the carriage instead of running his mouth.

Jay groans that he's just trying to help their new brother feel welcome and explains to Kai that he was testing an invention and Wu was there when he crashed.

Before Kai can ask Zane, Wu tells him(Zane) to run and scout ahead.

Zane obeys and parkours out of the carriage, racing ahead of them.

Jay gives it to Kai up-front: they don't know where Zane came from. One day, Wu just left and came back with him. They've tried asking Zane about it, but he's had a seizure every time, and it always leaves him in terrible shape afterwards.

Kai wonders if that's what has him acting so weird, but Wu shouts for them all to stop and hide the carriage.

Kai sighs, glad to not be running anymore, but Jay shushes him as they hide the carriage and hide behind some rocks next to Zane.

In front of them are the caves of despair, having been given the name because of all the randomly falling rocks the Scythe of Quakes causes. Samukai and his army are mining for the weapon, but Wu's old man memory kicks in as he sighs that they're in the wrong spot.

Even so, the team needs to be extremely careful. Not only is the landscape easily disturbed, there are skeletons EVERYWHERE, and a dragon.

Cole's eyes widen as he echoes, "Dragon?" But there's one more thing they need to be careful of:

Kai, who's already raced ahead.

Zane drops his head onto the rock, Cole facepalms and shakes his head, and Jay remarks that that’s one way to get to the map, as he’s just rushing in head first.

New plan: Keep Kai from getting them all killed, THEN get the map and the scythe.

The ninja agree and rush out, Wu staying behind to cause a distraction for the skeletons to make their mission easier.

With Kai, he, quite poorly, sneaks around the skeletons with the rest of the ninja following with much more stealth, even taking down a guard that spots Kai. 

They catch up to Kai on the tower, and Zane smacks him over the head, and contemplates kicking him off before Jay stops him and gestures for him to get the map when Samukai has his back turned. 

Zane does just that, tying a rope to one of his shurikens and using it to get the map. 

He hands it to Cole, who examines the map and confirms what Sensei Wu was saying. The skeletons are digging in the wrong place because they were reading the map upside down, so the weapon is actually of the other side of the caves. 

Kai states that he’s on it and begins leaving, but Cole snags the back of his gi and tells him to hold his horses, unless he wants to get caught and possibly killed. 

Before Kai can protest, the ground shakes, rocking everyone and everything and making the ninja fall off the tower. The rest duck for any kind of cover because it starts raining boulders and no one brought a steel umbrella. Maybe we get a visual gag of Kruncha and Nuckal hiding under the conveyer belt that was being used to mine and Nuckal is gnawing on a doughnut shaped rock he found because he doesn’t want to be turned into bone power. 

The quakes stop and we return to the ninja, Cole sighing as Zane and Jay hug each other, still trembling; Jay just got some anxiety triggered and Zane has never dealt with an earthquake before. 

Kai isn’t reacting because he vanished, having raced to the other side of the caves. 

Cole groans and tells the two scaredy cats to keep up, though Jay groans/cries out for what Kai’s problem is because he’s always in a rush to get himself in trouble. 

Speaking of Kai, we cut to him as he tries to open the stone door to the golden weapon, only stopping when he gets a rock thrown at the back of his head. 

He turns around and sees Zane with another rock at the ready. 

He doesn’t get a chance to throw it because Cole reminds Kai to not run off because, unless he’s forgotten, they’re a team, and whether he likes it or not he’s a part of it, so no more running off and doing things on his own. 

Kai groans that he’s got it and they all get the door open.

The cavern is alight in warm gold and the ground is hella cracked and broken down, all courtesy of the Scythe of Quakes, which rests grip/handle first in the mouth of what looks like a dragon statue, one that’s covered in dirt and sand. 

The ninja are all amazed, and Jay almost shouts that what he’s seeing is very cool, almost because Cole covers his mouth and shushes him before he can be heard by anyone outside. 

Kai goes to grab it, but Zane pulls him back and hands him a blanket to use to grab the scythe with; these things are sometimes too powerful for mortal hands, so best to be safe than sorry. 

Kai wraps the blanket around the scythe and tries to pull it out of the dragon’s mouth, but find he can’t because it’s too heavy. 

Zane gives it a try and can’t either. 

Jay takes a swing, calling both of them paper handed(which means they’ve never lifted anything heavy like an engine or something like that) as he tries and eats his words. Too heavy. 

With a groan, because the statue looks real as hell, Cole gives it a try. 

And the scythe slides out easy as a knife through cake. 

Some magic energy stuff swirls around Cole and causes the ground to shake one last time, just a gentle little quiver, and then finally stop. 

Cole gets down and looks down at the weapon with wide eyes, Jay asking what all of that was Cole shakes his head, but doesn’t think on it, because they need to get back to Wu.

Speaking of Wu, he's fighting a hard as he can to defend himself against a bunch of skeletons, some fighting him as their own distraction, the rest leaving to get to the caves.

The ninja all wander through the caves and wonder where the exit is, at until Cole takes the lead and starts to show them the way outside. Jay asks if he used to study caves, but Cole denies it, admitting that caves always freaked him out as a kid.

He ends up leading them back to the room the weapon was stored in and notice the statue is gone.

Kai's equal parts annoyed at being led in a circle and confused at the statue vanished, offering that it crumbled into sand.

No time for theories because they come face to face with Samukai and the rest of the skeleton army.

ACTION TIME!!

The ninja all jump into action, fighting the skeletons while defending the weapon. Despite doing well, they still get beaten., even Kai, but he's new, so it's forgiven.

Jay, however, is thrown against the wall and slumps to the ground as skeletons surround him. His vision is blurry, but he also seems flashes of blue lightning. His body recharges and he stands lokking down at his feet as he does a circle with one foot and continues to spin with the momentum.

Cole sucker punches Kruncha away, which sends him FLYING, and races over to Jay to try helping him.

No need, because we and the other ninja are Jay is spinjitsu- ing and knocking away skeletons.

The ninja are surprised, Kai asking how Jay is doing that.

Jay calls back in his spinjitsu mode that he just saw lightning and spun with it.

With one more good turn, we transition into an anime-magical girl-esque transformation fully of fun visuals of lightning spiraling up Jay's body and then shooting outward as he plants his feet into the ground. His gi turns blue and the gold emblem turns to the lightning one we see him wear in the original, the storm cloud-looking skull with lightning in place of its teeth.

The skellies back off in fear while the ninja are very impressed and shocked.

Samukai gives no damns and orders his men to kill the ninja and take the scythe.

Zane walks ahead of the ninja and agilities his way to the skellies, spinning with the snowflakes he sees.

It also transitions into Zane's transformation, where he lands back first in snow and ice covered water. We follow him in the water as he falls upside down, though the camera turns until he's right way up. The dark water becomes lighter as snow or ice whirls around him starting from his ankles to his head. He keeps rising until he breaks through ice, revealing that his gi is now white and his emblem is the same as the show version, the ice sharp/snowflake looking wolf/dragon.

Zane spinjitsus the skeletons as well, even tag teaming with Jay, who smiles and laughs while Zane smiles with his eyes.

While he holds the Scythe of Quakes, Cole and Kai struggle with the skeletons. Jay and Zane are too busy beyblading to notice, but, out of options as Kai is almost knocked unconscious, Cole takes the scythe out of the blanket and slams it into the ground handle first.

The ground shakes and cracks even more. The skeletons are blasted back and Cole's transformation happens.

The earth aroind him rises over him ant then breaks.

... Same black gi, but at least he has his earth emblem now, the earth/stone-esque stone/mask. And he has orange eyes, which are a subtle hint to his true potential. While everyone's stunned, Kai spots Samukai and charges toward him, shouting his name.

Skeleton archers shoot at Kai, but he turns, once, twice, thrice, many times, flames growing around him as his own spinjitsu begins to work.

We dive into the flames and see Kai running, literally catching fire on his gi and causing it to burn, the black turning red. His emblem to the flaming lion.

The arrows meant to pepper him do nothing and Kai gets out of his sponjitsu out with sword drawn.

Samukai, always ready for a round 2, draws his knives.

The two clash, Kai doing much better than he did in Four Weapons, this time being on the offensive while Samukai is left simply blocking him as much as he can while Kai demends to kniw where Nya is and what was done to her.

The other ninja do much better as well, Cole alternating between his normal scythe and the golden scythe, Zane getting higher jumps and better agility, and Jay going much faster than he usually does, circling around a group of skeletons and then running at and through them once he's going fast enough, to incapacitate them all.

Samukai eventually kicks Kai away and gets gets on the offensive as well, the two semi-evenly matched.

Well, at least until he looks up and behind Kai and pushes him back, slowly backing away.

The other skeletoms do the same and Samukai retreats.

Kai begins to gollow him, but Jay stops him, telling him not to worry because they got the weapon and are one step closer to saving this Nya girl.

Kai supposes so, and the team takes a breather, Cole removing his hood to breathe better and re-wrappong the scythe in the blanket, mentally patting himself on the back for not losing anyine of getting them all killed.

That relief VANISHES when he hears breathing over his a a broken skull falls on his head.

He looks up and his face drops and pales, freezing in place.

The other ninja are too bust boasting to notice, but Zane is using his thinking cap for a second.

Wasn't there supposed to be a dragon guarding the weapon.

They hear a rumble behind them, and Kai turns, telling Cole to be more careful with the scythe.

Jay follows and gasps, Zane doing the mannequin challenge and freezing in a pose.

It was not the scythe that did that, and that statue that moved wasn't a statue.

They just pissed off one of the elemental dragons.

Cole scooches back before slowly rising to his feet, weapon in his hands.

The dragon watches and growls at him even more.

Kai asks what they do and Zane stays frozen, Jay has an even better idea, one of his best ever:

"RUN! RUN LIKE HELL!!!"

The team break for the door, but the dragon is faster and smashes its head against the ground, sending them all back as the ground shakes.

Rocks fall just as they see Wu coming racing toward them, the rocks blocking them off from each other.

The Earthe dragon snarls and circles the entrance, but Cole, using his new, super slick, earth powers, leads them to a tunnel they took earlier.

The dragon gladly follows.

The team sprints away as the dragon races after them, roaring and snarling after them.

Cole looks back and continues running, even shrieking at the fact he's being chased by a real living dragon.

Zane, Jay, and Kai are all panicked as well, Zane screaming, Jay babbling and making random noises, and Kai shouting.

We get a gag of Cole rounding a corner, still shrieking and hilding the golden scythe, followed by Zane, who we hear really use his voice for the first time as he screams/howls, Jay right behind him as he shouts, sorry if this is hard to read for everyone, "WHYISTHEREADRAGON!?SENSEINEVERSAIDANYTHNGABOUTADRAGONSOWHYISTHEREADRAGONINEVERSIGNEDUPFORTHISTHISISNOTOKAYWHATTHEHELLISGOINGONWHYISTHISHAPPENINGIAMNITOKAYWITHTHIS!!!!!!!!!" and Kai finishes the train as he screams and scrambles after them all, shouting for them to wait up.

The dragon rounds the corner as well, shaking the ground as it runs.

They eventually find their way to an exist and leave the caves, though the dragon still follows them out.

Kai, thinking quickly, takes the scythe from Cole and smashes it blade first into the ground, much to everyone's objections.

It shakes the ground and Kai enough to make the dragon retreat and avalanche of rocks to occur(a rock slide?). The ninja are still for a minute before screaming and leaving again, spinjitsu-ing away until they're back near the carriage.

They look back at the carnage and let themselves breathe for real, congratulating each other on a job well done.

That's when they see Wu scowling at them, and he asks what they were thinking.

Kai tries to salvage this operation and shows that they got the scythe.

Wu's glad for that, but they still USED the weapon and almost got themselves killed, expressing disappointment in both Kai and Cole for not thinking before acting.

Cole takes it, because you don't talk back to Sensei Wu, but Kai still defends himself in saying they were surrounded by skeletons and needed a way out, and they got the weapon, so he shouldn't be complaining.

Wu spells it out for them: if they just took the weapon and left, everything would've been fine, but since they used the weapon, they attracted the attention of the dragon, which has been known to attack on sight.

Wu drops ot and commends them for a job well done, upon seeing the weapon for himself, seeing they learned spinjitsu and seeing the map Zane nabbed, and tells the ninja they'll head back to the monastery after a little bit of rest.

The ninja agree, save for Kai, who's staring in disbelief and confusion as Wu pulls Cole aside, the earth ninja explaining what happened in the caves.

Jay walks up to Kai and pats him on the shoulder, advising that Kai really shouldn't talk back to Wu, because the guy could very easily kill him, if he really wanted.

Kai asks how a cool guy like Jay is here with a teacher's pet like Cole and... Zane, who's saying, 'fuck my safety and wellbeing,' and walking and climbing on the rocks that crashed down and almkst killed them all.

Jay shrugs and admits it's something you get used to, but it's worth the time.

Kai politely doibts it and just hopes he can save his sister.

Jay perks up at this, asking if she has a boyfriend, if she likes blue, all that jazz.

Kai grabs him by the collar and pulls him close, growling at him to back off.

Cole pulls Kai off of him, just on time, too, because Zane was sprinting over to dropkick Kai, and warns that they can't be tearing at each other, not when the other three weapons need to be found.

Kai concedes, but adds one more thing they all need to understand:

He'll stay, but only until those weapons and Nya are found. After that, he's gone.

Cole, already done with him, snarls, "Good."

Wu calls them all over and they huddle around the map as Wu informs them that the next weapons are the shurikens of ice, and they're close, but they need a boat and supplies, and need to return to the monastery.

The team agree, and ready themselves with the carriage, Cole and Kai glaring at each other before they leave.

The episode ends with the ninja running to returning to the monastery.

[donutthief10]

Totally not upset at the fact that Vi and Jinx are LITERALLY SUCH BEAUTIFUL SISTERS. Each design of them I absolutely love, and just when I see one and think, “damn she looks so COOL I wanna look like her” the other pops up and I’m like “NEVERMIND I WANNA BE HER!!”

Vi’s bob/pixie cut (whatever it is sorry I don’t know the actual name of it I guess) is so so cool and I’ve never seen it styled that way, and I know I could never pull it off but if I could… I’d do it. And even with its color, bright fuchsia pink, it just makes it cooler. Also WTFFF she got so much buffer and ngl… it’s hot. Like damn every time she appeared in screen my heart skipped a beat 🤣🤣 her tattoos are DOPE when she popped up on screen the first time when she’s older I SCREAMED and shook my husband and was like “HER BACKK!!!! ALL THOSE TATTOOS!!!! THE FACE TATTOO!!! THE PIERCINGS!!! AAAAHHHH!!!!” Shes just so cool and I’d kill to have a older sister like her

But I LOVE Jinx’s loooong ass hair and in braided low pigtails, with her dope long ass side bangs that frame her face so well!! And the way it swings around and when she’s in action, or doing a low glare and somehow her bangs are also soooo menacing! And I love her outfit as well!! It’s so baddie and rebellious, and her cloud tattoos??!!??! Omg she’s beautiful. When she debuted at her older age I couldn’t believe what she grew into. She’s crazy, she’s psycho, but she does it SO WELL. And honestly I love the slight scratchiness in her voice when she speaks. It’s so opposite, to me at least, to when she was younger I really didn’t expect the sound came out of her mouth. Honestly her voice is so charming and I wish I was herrr!!!!

I don’t play LoL but I did hear soooo much good stuff about Arcane, and my husband plays League, so I thought this would be a perfect middle for us to do together. And holy shit we fell in love with it, we finished the entire season in one night. My husband was like Aaaahhhh shit there’s so and so and was like sooo impressed to see Jayce’s and Vi’s power moves with the giant hammer and the gauntlet gloves (haha I didn’t know he was meaning and had to explain lol 😂 very happy to have a gamer hubby)

I can’t wait for season 2 already, and for the time being imma just overwhelm myself with dope fanart of the show 🤣🤣

[insufferablelust]

Pretty little thing (III)

Warnings : this series will be filled with Adult content, upcoming smut, murder, psychotic behaviors, dark kinks, traumatic events, manipulation, gaslighting, and isolation, interrogations, Daddy issues, abusive parents, blood, Spencer Reid x Unsub!Reader.

This is a dark fic, there might be stuff that could trigger you so please read with caution and/or don’t read it if you are sensitive to the stuff in the warnings.

MASTERLIST.

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Broke down the walls of her will, like the haunting willow tree singing as she savor and serve. adrenaline rushing and prickling inside her bloodstream, relishing the way his name rolls off her tongue. glistening with adoration, and graceful lust.

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“William Y/L/N, her father.” Next to her’s.

“Garcia—“

“On it!”

~

Y/N’s head was spinning, she hasn’t said anything hasn’t even heard any word that spilled from her lawyer’s mouth. Her mind solely pinned to the man behind the glass which she couldn’t see but she could feel him. His presence warms her up in a way, yet sent an incredibly powerful tingling feeling up her spine, from the beginning he was always going to be her’s— she has waited since cat, patiently waiting for her execution, playing the naive clean up girl for her, but now that her biggest threat, as well as her mentor is burning in hell, she’ll finally make him her’s. She just need to find a way to execute her masterplan.

“You aren’t listening, aren’t you?” The annoyed tone of her lawyer caused her to snap back into her role, sighing softly she let out fake tears slowly— knowing damn well the very man she want is right there.

“I’m sorry. This is all just overwhelming, listen do what you have to do.. all i’m going to say is....”

Spencer watched their interaction from behind the protective glass, his eyes never leaving every single micro expressions she made, every twitch of her lips, he saw everything even if he can’t hear them.

He watched as she cried, tears spilling all over the table her fingers were shaky, and her knees bounced. He could tell that the voice she lets out must be shaky, with hiccups, he scoffed to himself as he observed her. Knowing every single behavior she displayed was a cover up on top of a cover up.

Even after her lawyer stood up, his eyes never left her face, wanting to see everything. Not only that it’s his job— but there’s something about Y/N that almost.. amazes him in some ways, maybe it was because the cat situation but.. the way she built a fortress over her true self, the way she managed to be whoever she wanted to be and perfectly at that. It was like she was an actress, an art.

Then, he was snapped out of his mind when her lawyer close the interrogation door shut, sighing as she looked over at Spencer.

“Are you going to gawk at my client all day, agent? don’t you have a theory to pursue?” Typical, it was to get on his nerves.

“Yes, she’s a highly capable suspect of dozens murders. It’s my job to make sure we get her this time.” Spencer answered calmly, trying not to let any of their plans spilled, he was meticulous that way. Sharp.

“You better find those evidence soon agent, or the court will see to it that Y/N Y/l/N is— was in fact just another victim of Ms.Adams,” Spencer’s lips twitched at the sound of her voice, but moreover at the names she mentioned.

“Oh and My client asked me to tell you that the little brown house is only the beginning of the end, clock is ticking.” His eyebrows furrowed, as he snapped his head back towards Y/N— finding her looking straight to the glass almost as if she knew he was there, the sound of her lawyer’s heels clicking away turned all the wheels inside his head,

Little brown house,

beginning,

of the end,

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“So, i found out William Y/l/N changed his name to Hansen Sharp after his company went bankrupt years ago. There’s not much of him few years after that basically just a mundane man living a mundane life but.. turns out, oh no..—“

“Garcia...”

“Hansen Sharp served jail time for a reported violence complaints from several different women but get this, after his bankruptcy, he worked as a high school janitor—“

“Let me guess, the women who reported him were the mothers.” Prentiss shake her head,

“Yeah... 4 Complaints, Violence against children, his victims were girls around 15 years old.” Garcia Cringed,

“Her stressor, she wasn’t even going to try to get her father after she left his house but then she heard it and somehow she met cat.” Tara sighed heavily

“No, cat found her, she told me that.” Reid crossed his arms this time

“Oh! i found his address, he’s currently serving parole, it’s 157 Brownstone— i’m just going to send it to you crime fighters.”

“We caught her before she could find her father whereabouts, that’s why she was so unstable. JJ, go with Alvez and Rossi, Tara you’re with me. Reid stay here, observe everything. Lets go.”

Brownstone,

Little Brown house,

Reid slammed the door open, meeting her eyes as she smiled, “Hello Professor, Is there anything i can help you with?”

She knew.

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“Tell me where he is.” Reid banged the table harshly, eyes sharp through yours as you smiled still, bringing your chin down to rest against the table and rolled your eyes

“Who’s he? I don’t know anything, professor.” Y/N shook her head as she bit her lip teasingly, enjoying the tense look on Spencer’s face as he leaned in closer to where she was pouting underneath his gaze

“Y/N—“

“Oh! how wonderful professor! we’re using first names now? oh okay um hi Spencer right?” Her voice was bright, bright and manipulative. She reminded him of Cat, from the way she talked to her gestures yet there’s something about her that screamed wounded to him, as if she was tortured and this is the only way she knew on how to feel.

Closing his eyes momentarily, before opening them and slowly walked over her side of the table, gently running his fingers through her hair and chuckled as he suddenly grasp her hair tightly— she barely flinched, “Stop messing around, Where’s your father Y/N?”

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know?” She smiled in amusement, eyes glimmering with its doe like stares up at him. Y/N let out a satisfied whimper as he gripped the hair tighter, pulling it back slightly, his voice was so deep that she could feel the timbre rumbling through her spine,

“Tell me right now, or i swear to god you will never see me ever again.”

There, that right there made her eyes go soft, her smile turned into a genuine frown and she felt as if her guts were being punched— she hate it, hated the fact that he even dared to say something like that. Doesn’t he know that he’s hers and hers only? the possessiveness, the need to have him consumed Y/N the longer she sat there.

“Stop it with the tears, you might be a damn good manipulator to everyone but not me,”

What tears? Y/N thought as she sucked in her breath, she didn’t even realized she let out a tear let alone letting his words consumed her that way. She was in deep, and she won’t ever let him go.

“Oh but you see this, Dr.Reid,” She smiled sadly, leaning closer— so close that he could feel her warmth, and whispered,

“I’ll tell you where my wretched father is, although he’s all bloodied the last time i seen him,” She shrug as she press her lips against his cheek,

“but—“

“There’s no deal Y/N” He cut her off, causing her to giggle sweetly in his ear and tuts, “Ah ah but here’s the thing professor, i don’t mind if i get a death sentence or life in prison— either way i’ll die anyways and best believe i know how to,” She chuckled,

“You see all my life, i never ever wanted to hurt anyone but my father— well and Catherine of course but she’s death, and soon he too will join her.. unless...” She pecked his cheek now causing him to grip the table tighter,

“I’ll tell you where my father is but under the condition that you, my dear professor, shall go to a date with me.. You went with my so called twin, only fair i get the same treatment right..?” She smiled sweetly, leaning back down to her chair as soon as Spencer bolted out the door and thought, If only he knew that this is the beginning of the end, for him.

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By the time the team got back from the house, Spencer is already waiting for them, pacing around in the room as he kept on thinking about her offer,

“you, my dear professor, shall go on a date with me..”

“I would like to go on a date with you..”

He flinched when he remembered the phrase that Cat used, shutting his eyes for a moment as he thought about their words— analyzing them thoroughly, letting their voices dance around his head, as if taunting him to find the difference,

You shall,

I Would,

Cat proposed, meanwhile Y/N demanded.

He was snapped out of his mind as he heard the team walked inside, placing each evidence and clues they found on the table. A pair of bloodied socks tested to be Hansen Sharp’s, a bloodied hammer with no lead on the DNA match, and a written note of “Have fun hunting, x C” were amongst the things they found back at Y/N’s dad’s house, there were no sign of him and no trace of her DNA that could link her to the murder.

“We need think to rethink the best way to approach her,” Tara muttered, “She obviously knows where he is, whether she’s the one torturing him or not— she knows. Garcia have you found anything linking to the handwriting or DNA on the hammer?”

“No... according to her school journals, it’s definitely not her’s.” Garcia whispered the last bit, eyes scanning through her screen and sighed.

“Reid?”

“She asked me to go on a date, in return she’ll tell us where her father is.” He looked up at his team, to find them looking back at him and he sighed, “Look, maybe—“

“No. Absolutely not.” Prentiss insists, her tone set dangerously low as she flip through the newfound evidence from Sharp’s house. “We will not follow her game, no matter what. She’s as dangerous as she could get right now, maybe she wasn’t responsible for other murders but she is certainly a master manipulator. Whatever you do, do not let her get inside your head.”

Too late, Spencer thought.

“Tara is right, we should try different methods and we have to do it fast, we don’t know how long Sharp could take it.” JJ suggested, he went to pat Spencer’s back as he shake him lightly “We know you think this is your fault, but it isn’t, we’ll save him and we’ll get her.” She assured, Spencer smiled as he nods.

Yet, little did they know that Spencer was beginning to wish he never searched for her.

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➾ Who Paints The Sky?

People say that it's the Gods or the Deities who paint the sky with different hues of colors. A fairy who never trusted humans, a fairy who never showed himself to townspeople. A fairy who could paint the sky any way he wants faces love and fear.

Pairing: Fairy!Renjun x Blacksmith fem!reader

Other characters: Prince!Jisung, Potionmaker!Jaemin, Elf!Yeonjun

Warnings/genre: fluff, slight angst, mentions of traps and death,

You put the sword in its sheath after reaching it out to the prince. The tall prince smiled and carefully took the light sword.

"Woah... I'm beginning to think you add magic to your swords, y/n. They feel so light yet so... What's the word?" He laughed as he thought of the right word.

"Sturdy?"

"Yes! Sturdy!" His face lit up while you laughed.

"Prince Jisung, I still wonder why you have your swords replenished and made in this shop. You have a better blacksmith in the castle who makes all the armors and weapons." You said as you began to fix your hammers.

You placed them on top of the anvil before you brought out more rusted iron for the future swords you will forged.

"There's just something about this blacksmith that forges swords so magical, it last for a life time. I heard my real father got his swords forged here," Jisung explained as he unsheathed the sword.

The way he could see his own reflection, the way light will reflect if he brought it out in the sun, the way it could slide through anything effortlessly: it was amazing for him.

"You surely are talented, y/n but you look like you are headed somewhere. Should I accompany you?" Jisung asked but you only shook your head as you put on your cloak and your bag.

"No need, prince- I could handle myself. Anyway, I won't be far in the woods anyway,"

You exited the cave, your bag full or iron ore that could help you. You looked at the sky: the once cloudy sky is now clear. The sun shone upon you as you tried to find your way back to town.

You kept your eyes open for anything that could benefit your sword forging. Suddenly, you begin to hear breathing, not from behind you but more from above.

The feeling you have wasn't nerve-racking nor scared but curiousity. You did what one person will obviously do, look up. There you see a boy sitting on a tree branch, his eyes wide and his mouth agape at the realization.

You found him, you caught him when he was being so quiet. You found him when he was being as light as a feather. Both of your eyes met, only for him to get up and get away from you.

"Wait!" You screamed, your hand reached out at the direction where he went. You tried to remember what the boy looked like.

His dirty blonde mullet and bangs that almost covered his eyes. His brown cotton pants that went well with his brown leather boots and his loose white blouse.

There was one thing about him that you will never forget and that is his wings. His almost transparent gray wings sparkled under the sun.

"Curious about who the fairy is?" You turned around, a small smile crept to your lips at the person you wanted to see for a long time. The blonde boy walked closer to you, his bag over his shoulder.

"Here for some iron ore?" He asked as he patted your head. You nodded your head, "That's nice, still very passionate about forging swords."

He removed the bag over his shoulder and opened it.

"I was about to go to town to see you, however, I felt you presence here. I want to give this..." He reached out two bottles of magical dust to you.

"It's dusts of unbreaking and strength. I figured your swords could use more magic on your forging. After all, our families have worked together for a long time. This also makes your swords stronger," you took the bottles from him.

You observed the bottles, suddenly confused about how to add them in the swords.

"Jaem, you've always known my family used potions-,"

"The potions will be wasted and it's not pure magic because I mix it with other non-magic ingredients. The dusts are purer and stronger," Jaemin said and you observed the bottles again.

"Just sprinkle it in the fire and it won't burn. It will stay there until the fire is out," Jaemin explained further and closed his bag.

"I got them from a dear friend, be careful on your way back." He said before he disappeared in a blink of an eye. You carefully put the bottles in your other bag and head back to your town.

Unbeknownst to you, the fairy stayed on your trail. His eyes glued on you as you head back to town on your own.

"Renjun, what are you doing?" The elf on the tree asked the fairy. Renjun slightly flinched from his sudden presence.

"Yeonjun, will you please stop acting like her by popping out from nowhere?" Renjun slightly groaned, his eyes still glued on your figure.

"Are you going to pull a sweetheart and fall in love with a human?" Yeonjun pouted, the 2 fairies he loved is thriving for love.

"When did you begin calling her a sweetheart? Also, no- I will not fall in love with her," Renjun said as he jumped to another tree to keep his eyes on you.

He was suspicious to why Jaemin suddenly asked for magic dust. Now, he understood why but he didn't understand why Jaemin would give it to a human.

"Will you go to town and follow that lady?" Yeonjun hopped onto his head, watching you leave with Renjun still following you.

"No, I hate humans-,"

"But you're literally following a human girl-,"

"I hate humans, shut up and go home, Yeonjun."

Renjun stared at the sky as he waved his hand. Clouds covered the sky of dawn as he increased the cold breeze in town. He stood tall on the cliff, his astonishing sight of the view in front of him.

Suddenly, he halted his steps: he heard footsteps from behind. He turned around, only to stay frozen on his ground as he stared into you.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked, he furrowed his brows when he saw the sheathed sword on your shoulder. You reached out your hands, your shocked expression shown.

"I don't mean any harm- my name is y/n! I am a blacksmith from town!" You spat and felt the breeze blow on you. You looked at the direction of the wind as a few strands of your hair almost hit your eyes.

"But please, before I continue- will you please turn down your breeze or something because I get blind?" You shouted and he did what he was told.

You thanked him and fixed your hair. You were thankful you weren't wearing a skirt or else, you would've already beheaded the fairy.

"Why are you here?" Renjun spoke again, his heart feeling stuff as he stared at you longer.

You don't look very feminine, unlike other female humans he's seen before. You wore black cotton pants with brown leather boots. Your puffed sleeves but fitted on the wrist looked good on you.

Unlike the other day he saw you, your hair was down. You radiated a male's aura and he didn't mind that... In matter of fact, he found it quite attractive.

"I mean no harm to the environment, pretty boy. Besides, I've been in the woods before dawn, searching for Jaemin's home but got lost instead." You walked pass him, but his eyes were still glued on you.

You stopped walking and turned around to face him once more.

"Can you help me find Jaemin's house? I don't want to get lost any further," you said. Renjun hesitated but nodded his head eitherway. He walked on your side as he guided you.

"So pretty boy, you're a fairy... What do you do?" You asked and he pointed at the sky. You furrowed your brows, confused: the sky? The wind? The clouds?

"You have a mouth to talk-,"

"I control the weather and change the hues of the sky," he answered and you stopped walking. He turned around to face you, the shocked expression in your face was expected. After all, a lot of people expected it's the Gods or Deities who paints the sky.

"Then can you make it less cold here?" You asked and he raised his hand. You took a step back as he waved his hand to the right. Suddenly, the cold breeze disappeared and was replaced with a softer one.

"Let's go," he looked forward again. You looked at his back figure. The boy wasn't really that muscular nor tall but he is your average lean boy. His wings weren't there, so you figured he hid them.

Before you could even speak again, you both stood in front of a cabin made out of purpleheart wood.

"Here you are," Jaemin exits his cabin. A large smile on his face but gasped when he saw Renjun beside you. A smirk appear on Jaemin's lips: "since when did you start helping humans?"

"Shut it, Jaem..." Renjun said before he turned around and get ready to leave. Your eyes followed him, however, before your mind could comprehend, your mouth spoke.

"Hey, uhh- what's your name?" You asked him, he stopped his tracks.

"Renjun," Jaemin was shook. He never expected the fairy who hates humans to ever say his name. You smiled sweetly,

"Thank you for guiding me, Renjun!" You smiled which brought a smile on his lips. At the same time, the skies became clear. The sun has risen and shine upon the tall trees of the woods.

The soft breeze disappeared and was replaced with a warmer one. You brought warmth and sunlight to the woods. You made Renjun feel like that.

"Your welcome," Renjun said before he walked away.

Jaemin stood there and stared at the sky: never knew a human could make him feel like this.

You put the hammer aside and removed the new forged sword from your anvil. You put it in its sheathe after getting a request from Jisung. As if the timing was perfect, Jisung entered your blacksmith.

"I'll be going to the forest to see my older brother. Can you come with me? You can explain the details of the sword to him properly." He smiled and you nodded.

You went to your room to get changed. Your gray cotton pants, still paired with the same leather boots. You came back after tying your hair in a ponytail.

"You might as bring collect some resources there," he added. You grabbed your bag and the sword before you both headed out.

The trip was long but in the end, you were both greeted by a cabin. Little animals, fairies, and elves played around the cabin. You wowed at the sight,

"Prince Jisung is here!!" A couple of young fairies flew to Jisung. He laughed and you let out a chuckle. You walked to a tree and gave a nut to a squirrel.

"You adorable creature," you softly caresses its head before it sat on your head. You looked at the side and saw Renjun come out of the cabin.

His smile was replaced with a shocked one once he saw you.

"Mark!" Jisung ran up to his brother and you followed.

"Hey, Ji- oh, hello!" Mark smiled at you,

"Hello, prince."

"She's the one who forged your sword for the upcoming war." Jisung said and your eyes widened. War? There will be a war?

"War with who?" You and Renjun asked at the same time.

"War with the neighbor kingdom. They caused a ruckus and sent a spy. Apparently, it was their spy who tried to kill father," Jisung explained.

At the same moment, you begin to hear things. You turned to the side and saw a head sneak into the bushes. You immediately followed and surprised the three boys.

You ran after the person. She has a sword attached on her belt. She stopped and pulled out her sword.

"You weren't supposed to see me," she added.

"Why? Are you their spy or something?" You asked, you pulled your sword out and pointed it at her.

"Never speak about this place," you threatened but she only laughed. Her smile disappeared the second after and bolts towards you. You were ready to protect yourself, however, it wasn't you who got hurt.

Renjun stood in front of you, his shoulder cut by the sword. The girl gasped and jumped backwards.

"Renjun? Renjun!" You supported Renjun as he groaned and winced. You bit your lips and glared at the girl. Your other arm around Renjun but your free hand crept inside your bag.

You pulled out 3 small knives which were forged with the same material as Mark's. You placed them on the ground, two of your fingers pointed up.

Renjun used his remaining energy to look at you. Knives floating in mid-air as if you were controlling them. The girl begin to run away as she realized what will happen.

Immediately, you pointed your two fingers at her, and the knives rushed towards her. Renjun, with his left hand on his bleeding shoulder, was astonished.

"Renjun! Y/n!" Mark and Jisung rushed to you both. Jisung ran towards the girl, your small knives on her two legs, and shoulder.

"Help Renjun please!" You said and Mark helped him up. Renjun held your hand, "come with me please."

"Mark, take him to the cabin... I will follow," you kissed Renjun's cheek before running towards Jisung.

Questions ran through your head: why did Renjun protect you? Didn't Jaemin say he hates humans? He barely even knows you...

"Are you a spy or not?" You asked as you took the sword from her. You examined the sword, it was a normal sword.

"I'm not a spy-,"

"Lies- why were you eavesdropping then?" You asked as you put her sword in its sheathe and kept it close to you.

"She's with me," Jaemin appeared and used magic to levitate the girl in the air.

"Wha- put me down, Jaemin!" The girl shouted but Jaemin only shook his head. He glared at her which shut her up.

However, Jisung was confused. Who is this boy?

"I apologize, deeply... she isn't a spy but was brainwashed when she got captured a few months ago." Jaemin walked towards you and handed you a bag.

"This will heal Renjun, I apologize for this girl's behalf." He said before he begins to walk away.

As soon as you both returned to the cabin, Renjun wincing in pain. The water on his cut stung like crazy. He notices your presence and looked like he was about to cry.

"I'll take it from here, thank you," you said to Mark and his lover.

"Please, take care of him," Mark's lover said before she left the bedroom. You grabbed the towel from the side and carefully washed the remaining blood from his body.

"Why did you protect me?"

"How can you use magic?" He asked, a sigh left your lips.

"I learned magic-,"

"A human can't learn magic unless they have a magical creature's blood in them... Are you really human, y/n?" He asked and you cleaned the towel.

"I have an elf's blood in me. My father is half elf and I got some of his blood. Now, shut it, so I can clean your cut which I was the cause of." You And took the potions out of the bag.

"Jaemin gave me these potions. I assume they will hurt a bit but trust me, they will heal you in an instant." You spoke and poured some on your palm.

You then swiped it over his cut. He groaned and immediately, grabbed your wrist. You placed a hand on his other shoulder to hold him down.

"Ah- it hurts... It hurts, stop-," you didn't stop when you noticed a part already healed.

"Renjun, I swear to god- endure it a bit if you want this cut to heal." You said as you added more. He groaned and rest his head on your shoulder.

"It's too slow- just pour everything, please!" Renjun grabbed the bottle as if he's gonna pour it on his head.

"No! Pour it on your cut, not your head!" You told the bottle and immediately, poured it over his cut. He screamed in pain as he held onto you tightly.

"Whose fault is it to suddenly jumped in front of me, hm?" You asked as you watched his cut heal.

"Yours," he whispered. You let out a confused sound but he only laughed.

"How is this my fault, sir fairy?" You said and surprisingly, he pecked your lips.

"How can a person make me fall in love with them so quickly? I barely even know you yet I'm so afraid to lose you already," Renjun whispered.

You smiled and hugged him.

"Thank you for protecting me but do not ever do that again, EVER!" You said and he nodded. He hugged you before kissing your forehead.

You returned to the woods after the long war. Your arm tired from all the swords you have to forge. You assume Jaemin must be tired too from the potions he had to make for the 3 princes.

You sat on the leafy ground, your eyes on the sky. The sky was clear again, your heart beating fast as you thought of meeting Renjun again.

You haven't seen any of their kinds during the war. Fairies, elves, and other creatures went hiding.

"Hey," you look up at a tree and saw Renjun. You chuckled as he jumped down beside you. He leaned down to kiss your lips.

"How's your hand?" He sat across you and took your hand.

"Better now, thanks to Jaemin," you answered and he sighed in relief. A soft smile on his lips, glad his love returned after the worries of her disappearing from his life.

"I'm glad you're back," he said before he kissed you once more.

"I love you," he said after a long time. You chuckled and handed him a charm you made after the war. His eyes go wide but he noticed a gem in the center of the charm. He smiled once he realized it's a gem to tie two different beings together.

Mark's lover gave Mark this as well to tie the knot of their relationship.

"I love you as well, Injun."

[leatherbookmarking]

fuck that ! im gonna talk about them deadboyz!! shame is for the WEAK

overall:

belong to a much less known subsidiary company of jinhit no jgs isn’t worth the joke entertainment. if they were in any other company they would be super rookies but jgs is keeping them in the basement and it’s not even his own basement

initially i think there were some high stakes in it for jgy...? something like ‘you produce the songs and make their chores and if you flop you’ll never be on stage again’ but?? i don’t know now tbh

would have been really popular (they are Good) but less known company, etc, and also some rumors around the time of their debut made it so they’re only knows because ‘they’re kinda good at dancing aren’t they’

general concept is uh... cool dudes, kinda fucky but not too much...? gotta think about the baby (a-yu)

THE MEMBERS: meng yao (leader, main dancer, vocalist), wen chao (oldest, main rapper), su she (main vocal, dancer), xue yang (rapper, dancer, unofficially: moodmaker, if by ‘mood’ you understand ‘horror at whatever has just come out of his hellish mouth), wen ning (dancer, vocalist, sometimes rapper), mo xuanyu (vocalist, the Baby™)

MENG YAO:

leader, single-handedly responsible for making these rowdy boys (wc&xy) stop wanting to kill each other

has probably auditioned for every single company there is. was in the nie company for a bit, but it was still a mess freshly after the previous owner, nmj’s father, has died, nmj has struggled (being a producer, not a businessman) so when it turned out they’d have to let some trainees go, the other trainees made it so meng yao was the one to leave. then he temporarily was at wrh’s company where he got kind-of-semi-famous as one of wen qing’s main back dancers (the one she’s interacted with the most) during her last performance. then the company went kaputt and jgs has snatched him off for himself, and then... put him... in the basement.... for two years... after which he gave him a chance, and voila

insanely hard-working. an all-rounder. mainly he excels at dancing, but his vocal and rap skills also Fuck. persona? impeccable. he’s learning to write and compose his own songs and he’s doing well, but he can’t even upload his stuff on soundcloud, because... you know why. has doubled as a manager in their early days. also, dimples.

the fans had tried to make a dad/mom dynamic with him and uh... wen chao...? since they were the oldest and pretty much the opposites, but quickly gave up and he’s now simply known as yao-ge due to his stern but loving persona. (yao-jie, sometimes)

DOES do the split. it was his rookie trick for a year after they debuted, but he simply is just like that. one show host asked him “is there definite proof that you have bones?“ and meng yao only shrugged humbly

WEN CHAO

oldest, has been a trainee for the longest time, hasn’t debuted because... well... he wasn’t good... and that was because he’s felt too safe in his dad’s company. WELL ABOUT THAT,

his older brother wen xu has debuted Long before him, but after a few years his group disbanded, he moved on to modeling and then stopped after a couple of years, too. (he got married.)

you know how i said their image is ‘cool, a bit fucky’? well, he’s 40% of that fuckiness. he’s been told again and again that idols aren’t supposed to date/have dating experience, but he still can’t get the hang of it

yes, he and jiaojiao were an item back in the wen days. she’s a trainee at some other company now but they still hook up sometimes

initially was intent on maintaining a cool, calm and collected image... then he met xue yang and threw that idea outta the window. paradoxically, they’re interesting together, not only as rappers but also as... high-energy, chaotic energy makers of the group...

this is a happy au, so: initially he’s thought everything is bullshit, these talentless fucks are dumb and he should already be a top idol. by the time of their debut, he agrees that meng yao is one crafty motherfucker. a year after their debut, if anything happened to any of his boys, yes even xue yang, he would kill everyone in the room, etc, etc BUT YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT THAT.

SU SHE

unfortunately, was added before their first comeback (second release) and therefore controversial. fortunately, his vocal completes the group’s image and musical flavour

was a trainee in yinshen ent where he really admired their top idol, lan wangji, until... he got to know him (?) when they were sent to compete in a survival show and decided lan wangji ain’t shit and is, in fact, a stuck-up self-centered bitch. the survival show crashed (unrelatedly), but still some serious words were exchanged. during Some Company Problems, quite a lot of trainees have left, but he was the one who left with a Bang.

joined that one subsidiary of jin ent because of meng yao, who, just like in canon, recognized him, said he loved him in (song he’s performed in the survival show) and with this he cemented his position as su she’s new Boy Who Makes Him Go !!!!.

slowly replaced meng yao as The Man Who Does This Face at the other lads’ rowdy behaviour.

fans remember he was :/ at lan wangji, so his persona wouldn’t work anyway, but he does make quite a convincing kind dude-next-door.

stubborn side of the fandom’s next candidate for the mom member, because... he’s ridiculously prepared and reliable. who carries hydrogen peroxide in their daily use backpack? this boy !

it used to be rubbing alcohol but i had too many reasons to apply it internally, he once says mournfully, and this is how xue yang discovers he has a sense of humor, sort of

unfortunately, has the juiciest ass in the group. unfortunately, because

XUE YANG

responsible for: being inappropriate. the other 60% of fuckiness, really enjoys getting into wen chao’s personal space (since wen chao is That straight dude) and just... doing whatever to make su she Scandalized.

but he’s so cute we’ll forgive him. at least until the next time he does a surprise butt grab

very agile! dance line along with meng yao and wen ning. apparently he was a stunt guy...? apparently the lived in the streets...? apparently he went to the same dance school as meng yao...? no one knows his past. no one has seen his kid photos. did he go by another name...? insert the what are birds gif but make it who is xue yang.

adds sound effects to real life. also in his raps, sometimes

started hugging and initiating physical contact with people to assert dominance to be annoying, but ended up actually liking it, even though the one he does it comfortably with is meng yao. just like... back hugs? resting his chin over a-yao’s shoulder? it’s neat. sometimes a-yao pats his hand or taps his nose absent-mindedly and it’s super neat. if he notices you noticing it, though, he will BITE

most popular member, but everyone likes him for different reasons and has a different uhhh headcanon about potentially dating him. bad boy xue yang/cute bratty didi xue yang/sweet boyfriend xue yang, etc, etc

no one knows how, but apparently he knows the iconic duo from a small company, xiao xingchen and song lan...? or rather, song lan pretends not to know or notice him, meanwhile xiao xingchen is very cute when they’re interacting, and basically it prompts a lot of dating rumors, especially since they’ve been spotted having hotpot.

WEN NING

su she was the one to join last, but actually it’s wen ning who’s the least popular member. i’m just so quiet that people don’t notice me, haha, he says while being 180cm tall and having killer charisma when he dances

seriously, what’s up with that? it’s almost like he’s a different person, a possessed one to add to that. huh!

in contrast, his voice is very gentle and even cute, and he often sings quietly to himself. sometimes to other members (there��s a video of him singing what seems to be a lullaby to mxy), sometimes to little animals (there’s a video of him singing to a tiny frog he’s found during a walk). gentle boyfriend wen ning but it’s CANON

in contrast to the contrast, he doesn’t rap often, but when he does, it’s like... who’s that?? another member??? dualism king

when wc/xy cause problems on purpose, he doesn’t react/allows them to tease him/slap his ass/bump into him when they’re fighting. he seems like a calm, gentle guy so when they’re in a variety show and it’s Time For A Punishment, of course he gets to decide/wield the squeaky hammer, WHEREUPON ‘yang-ge, three weeks ago you ate my yoghurt even though i specifically asked you not to, so...’ (whacks xy’s ass into next tuesday)

nice, sculpted shoulders make for very good pillows

MO XUANYU

a Baby, but watch out: a horny one. fully on board with xue yang’s Inappropriate Ideas Of Entertainment. there’s a video of them doing some Rather Dirty dance moves while meng yao and su she make pained faces in the bg

fashion king. make-up king. none of his selfies are bare-faced, he always has some red eye shadow/blue eyelashes/yellow blush/black lipstick going on. sometimes even at the same time. paints his nails and toenails as well. somehow yao-gege doing his make-up makes him fall asleep one minute in. (cute)

his sincere smile is a 100% foolproof way to just... melt everyone’s hearts. in wen ning’s case: with a smile as well. meng yao and su she: an eyeroll (fond). xue yang and wen chao: ‘oh, fuck you’. but it DOES

most of the time though when he does sajiao it’s totally weird. (on purpose, on purpose)

tiny boy. skinny boy. once he turned to the side and vanished. even though most of the time in videos the other members sooner or later end up giving him food! (at some point wen chao says ‘it’s so that you’d shut up’, causing a-yu to start talking animatedly, spitting crumbs into his tea. serves him right)

has a potential to end up as a vocal god. currently however his favourite method of doing things with his voice is SCREAM

famously examines what things are by putting them in his mouth/licking them. he is a little creacher. he cannot change this

bites

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 13 "The Final Girl(s)"

"It was a plan 20 years in the making. And it worked."

"Now, this is a hammer. Hammers are good for bashing people in the skull and watching them bleed to death, okay?"

"Easily cuts through muscle and bone, and has the added advantage of making sure your victim's final emotion is terror."

"I needed a persona to hide behind while we murdered people and stuff."

'As for me, what I've noticed is that the more weird and gross you are, the less people want to know about you. No one asks the kid with terrible acne what their favorite movie is or where they were born."

"My butt could launch a thousand ships."

"All killers have a cool costume; Jason with his hockey mask, Freddy Krueger's sweater and hat, Cujo's totally realistic dog costume."

"Unisex, kind of satanic. But not, like, a giant goat head satanic."

"I think he's dead."

"Stabbing can be pretty dramatic."

"Wait, we're spraying acid on the furniture?"

"Obvi, I was the brains of the operation."

"Your high school transcripts are clearly faked. And I'm guessing you made up your SAT scores, 'cause it's not possible to get one million percent on them."

"I've got a bedazzler back in my room."

"I hope you guys aren't freaked out by my appearance. Or lack of social skills and money."

"Come on. Let's go mingle, babies."

"I've always said that being nice is a really good quality. It could save your life one day."

"Order is restored, as they say. More than restored--reborn."

"I mean, someone had to take all the blame."

"Can we save the shoe?"

"Also, it helps to be completely frickin' insane."

"Because for a plan like this to work, you have to be willing to totally commit."

"I mean, desperate times call for desperate measures."

"This was the price I had to pay if I wanted to get away with murder and pin it all on someone else."

"Because some people don't deserve to just get murdered. They need to be truly punished."

"I didn't do it, I swear!"

"I'm one of the good guys!"

"You bite your own toenails."

"Okay, I am flexible."

"When I fart, I cup it in my hand and smell it."

"Dear god, shut up!"

"Oh, I see where this is going. You're gonna try and pin all of these murders on me so I spend the rest of my life in prison."

"The doctors were able to save my eyeball, and they said that I'm gonna make a full recovery."

"You're the killer!"

"Your entire life story is totally fabricated."

"She definitely was not adopted."

"Wait, I do know! I know where I know you from. You're from that prostate commercial."

"We took her in out of the kindness of our hearts. And also for the tax deduction."

"As soon as she learned to talk, I wanted to disown her."

"Our daughter sucks."

"But, sweetie, you're toxic, and you're bumming us out, so it's time for you to go."

"You can't arrest me-- don't you need, like, a warrant or something from a judge?"

"Wait, you think I'm the killer?"

"Well, just saying you saw something isn't evidence."

"Uh, if you're gonna just continue to accuse everyone, could we at least sit down?"

"I don't have a diners club card! Is diners club still even a thing?"

"I didn't know the oil was boiling!"

"What is your game here?"

"I mean, I am a pillar of this community."

"What better way for you to knock off everyone that you hate, because they're different from you or not as popular or not as pretty, than to murder them one by one?!"

"This is what I like to call first-class entertainment."

"You'll never take me alive!"

"Are these strippers?"

"I just don't understand how you just end it."

"I don't have a choice is what I'm telling you."

"Don't let it end like this."

"It was never gonna work out between us."

"We got too close to the sun, baby. We shined too bright."

"I promise I will never bang anyone the way I banged you."

"What do you mean, "what charity"? Just charity. All proceeds will go to charity."

"My friends are dead! I have nothing left!"

"I wrote up a quick book and became a media sensation."

"Women are better."

"If you think about all of human history, add up the wars and the genocide, all the oppression, the violence, the exploitation, the degradation of the human spirit, what do all those things have in common? Dudes. They have dudes in common, right?"

"It's true, a lot of people had to die to make that happen, but I often catch myself thinking, "you know what? Maybe it was worth it."

"But I suppose money still talks."

"We're gonna make cookies and brownies, and eat them while we talk about our feelings."

"At least some good came out of all of that evil."

"These kids were martyrs for a much bigger cause."

"It's not my fault that all of that happened to me."

"Maybe if I would've had a real dad, my brother wouldn't have turned into such a douche."

"They're dead. And that is your fault."

"I didn't kill any of these kids."

"Are you getting me a car?"

"I think you need your space."

"I was under the impression that I had the inalienable right to a jury of my peers. Look at these hippos. These are not my peers."

"This is a kangaroo court."

"You can't ignore the verdict."

"My dad is super gross rich. Like, disgusting rich. He'll have me out of prison in no time."

"You're going to an asylum."

"You're rude, entitled, narcissistic, racist and insane."

"Your entire defense consisted of you screaming at the jury that you didn't kill anybody and then threatening to kill them if they found you guilty."

"I think I'm ready to show you my ears."

"I love it here! I never want to leave!"