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hanjisick · 1 year

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yandere skz reaction… to a creepy coworker

warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.

trigger for violence, murder, harassment

wc. 1.8k

bang chan.

chan’s phone would ring late at night, as he waited for you to arrive home. normally, he would be overjoyed with a call from you, but instead, his face contorted in worry.

it was unlike you to call him at such a time.

“y/n?” he answered, voice laced with concern.

“hello? chan? remember how you were going to pick me up to go to my parents house tonight? you’re on your way, right? i’ll be in the parking lot.”

chan was very intuitive. he could understand immediately from your shaky tone that you were in danger, and that he needed to get there. and quickly.

“yeah. i’m on my way.” he would respond, already tearing apart his room to find his shoes.

chan was thankful that the police were looking the other way that night, because he was speeding like a maniac, terrifying thoughts plaguing his mind.

“y/n?” he shouted out, slamming the car door behind him.

he saw you bolt towards him, leaving behind a person that he couldn’t quite make out through the dim streetlights.

“oh thank god, chan,” he welcomed your tight hug, “get in the car. we need to go.”

on the way home, you told him about your horrible coworker, about how gave you his number, invited you back to his place, and was insistent about it until you had lied and called chan.

you didn’t notice how his hands gripped the steering wheel so right that his knuckles were white, “do you mind sharing his number with me?”

he would have to do some digging that night.

lee minho

minho didn’t mind that you had a job. in fact, he encouraged it. part of him enjoyed stalking you, seeing exactly what would happen when you thought that you were out of his supervision.

the sadistic side of him wanted so badly to see you interact with others, to give him an excuse to take someone’s life, especially one that would cause tears to fall from your pretty little eyes.

so when he began to see another man hang around you, he thought that this would be his chance. that the other boy would promise a type of love that minho would never give to you— a healthy one.

but it wasn’t exactly like that, upon further investigation. instead, you were uncomfortable with his lingering touches and sly comments.

it didn’t take long for him to find his home and tear his body to shreds with his bare hands. a sinister grin would appear on his face. oddly, he looked more forward to the screams of this man than your own when you would find out.

he would take a souvenir, his favorite thing to do. it would be his arm, the same one that he used to touch your waist. the waist that was meant for him.

minho didn’t understand the side of him that itched so badly to hear the man’s screams. perhaps there was a part of him that wanted to protect you, rather than hurt you.

how strange.

seo changbin

unlike minho, changbin would be the least in favor of you having a job. which is why you would have to be in the beginning stages of your relationship to have one in the first place.

“can you call off work today, darling?” he would whine, holding onto you a little tighter than usual.

“you know that i can’t.”

unable to stand the idea of someone hurting you, touching you, yelling at you… the list goes on, he followed you to make sure that nothing would happen.

only ten minutes into your shift, and his worst nightmare happened.

“i have a boyfriend,” you told your coworker.

“that doesn’t matter, i’m sure that i could be better than him.”

“stop it. i’ll have to tell the manager.”

“you wouldn’t do that to me. you want me just like i want you.”

changbin would see red.

he would have to contain his anger for long enough to not get arrested. he couldn’t kill him in broad daylight. instead, he would allow himself to finally let you know of his presence, pulling you into his chest.

“changbin!”

“you’re quitting. i won’t ever let you leave my sight if this is what the world is going to try and do to you. you’re for my eyes only.”

hwang hyunjin

you trusted hyunjin enough to confide in him when you began to grow concerned about your coworker.

he would listen as you explained how he had been touching you more than usual, saying flirty lines, obviously trying to get together with you.

all of this was spilled out to him the night after he asked for your number, as you laid on top of him with your head on his chest.

“i just don’t know what to do, hyun. i told him no, but he kept insisting until i got off. and we have to work together again tomorrow.”

hyunjin would bite his lip as he listened to your obvious discomfort, contemplating all of the ways that he could end this persons life without you suspecting that it was him.

he did his best to comfort you, saying that he would come pick you up immediately if it escalated. but hyunjin wouldn’t let it go that far.

instead, while you thought he was scrolling through his phone to fall asleep, he was looking for the man’s address, ready to slip out the door once you had fallen asleep, and to make sure that he wouldn’t show up at work tomorrow. or to anything ever again, unless it was his own funeral.

“goodnight, my sweet y/n.”

han jisung

jisung would never miss a single shift of yours. no matter how long they were, he would always need to keep an eye on you. and every break that you had would be spent drowning in PDA with him.

jisung was already on edge, watching you train a new employee, sitting at a booth in the restaurant that you worked at.

“so, to cut the sandwich—“ you stood over the new boy, and jisung was leaning in his seat as if he were watching an intense scene in a movie. your coworker grabbed your hand, placing it on top of his.

“guide me,” he smirked as you hesitated, eyes meeting jisung’s, who’s own eyes were crazed, ready to pounce if you didn’t take your hand away in the next few seconds.

“i can’t do that.” you turned your attention back to him.

“that’s a shame, your hands were so gentle, i wouldn’t mind holding them.”

that was jisung’s last straw.

in an instant, your coworker was on the floor, a sandwich knife lodged into his throat.

“her hands are mine,” he screamed out, “mine! you can’t touch them!”

lee felix.

“felix, i don’t know what to do,” you cried into your boyfriends hoodie as he shushed you, hands rubbing your back soothingly.

“what happened, pretty girl? i promise i can help.”

you fished your phone out of your pocket, nudging it into his side. “go to my texts and read the most recent one.”

felix picked it up, unlocking it. you watched his expression carefully, not missing the way that he grit his teeth, jaw clenched tightly.

“you haven’t responded to any of them, but he’s still going,” he commented.

you nodded against his chest.

he kept scrolling, until he got to the most recent one. the one that caused you to come home bawling your eyes out. and in the blink of an eye, he was calling the number.

you didn’t have the strength or will to stop him, already knowing what your boyfriend was capable of.

“this is y/n’s boyfriend,” he almost growled into the phone, “you have less than ten minutes left to live until i’m at your door.”

just hearing his sickening voice was enough to make felix throw your phone against the wall, using the last bit of the sanity left in him to gently push you off of him.

“i’ll be back soon, my angel.”

kim seungmin

the past few days, seungmin had noticed that something was definitely off.

seungmin thought that he had done something wrong. perhaps the lunch that he had packed you wasn’t good recently. did you change your favorite kind of chips? or it could’ve been that he didn’t buy you a new phone recently.

whatever the case was, seungmin needed to figure it out, and fast, because he couldn’t stand to see you as unhappy as you were.

“did i do something wrong?” he asked, his puppy eyes hitting something deep in your soul as he followed your slumped shoulders around, looking for answers.

“no,” you sighed, allowing yourself to at least give him some explanation, “it’s something about work. i don’t think you can fix it.”

“i can fix anything. just tell me what’s bothering you.”

but you shrugged him off, so he did what any concerned boyfriend would do, and followed you to work.

it became evident that it was a coworker of yours that was harassing you.

instead, he would show up behind you on your break, “is he bothering you?”

“seungmin, why are you here?”

“is he bothering you? do you need me to take care of him?”

“what are you talking about?” you tried to play dumb.

“i’ll ask again. is your coworker bothering you?”

you sighed in defeat. “i don’t want to start anything, i’m hoping that he’ll just leave me alone if i don’t do anything.”

“i want a straight answer. he the reason that you’ve been upset lately?”

“yes.”

“then i’ll take care of it for you.”

yang jeongin

you would be at the mall with jeongin when you saw your horrible coworker across the same shop, mentally cursing to yourself as you tried to convince jeongin to go elsewhere with you.

“this shop is boring, baby, we could go look at that other one.”

“but you were so excited to come here?”

“y/n?” you whipped your head around to see the godforsaken man that you couldn’t stand.

“what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?”

jeongin squeezed your hand tighter than before.

“and who’s this guy?”

“he’s the boyfriend that i’ve told you about thousands of times,” you grumbled.

“doesn’t seem like much,” he looked jeongin up and down, “i’m sure he wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”

“i didn’t think you’d be this bold in front of him.”

“anything to have a chance with your—“ jeongin’s fingers were wrapped around his throat, shoving him into a clothing rack with an animalistic look in his eyes.

“who the hell do you think you are?” he yelled out, his shoes landing right into the stomach of the guy who was already groaning in pain.

“you’re lucky i’m not going to kill you right here in front of her.”

requested. masterlist. /@hanjisick

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diy-fire-water-pups · 15 days

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//hello to the mod! just wanna give a heads up about your blog's colors since they can get pretty straining to the eyes, other than that it's really cool! marshall! im gonna quiz you a little if you dont mind heh, (holds up TEN strips of juicy bacon)

number 1! hypothetically, if a person gets cardiac arrest what are the courses of action you should take? What if you don't know how to do CPR? I'm pretty sure you're trained to do CPR, but in the hypothetical situation where you don't, do you just do nothing while waiting for help to arrive?

number 2! what are the principles of radiation exposure?

number 3! Blood and bodily fluids must always be treated as ____________.

number 4! you came upon a casualty who has hit his head badly in a strange position: his legs are rigid and extended, with pointed and turned-in toes. his arms are straight and tense; his wrists are flexed outward and his fingers are curled, making his hands look like "e"s. Where do you think is the brain injury located?

and finally: what are the components of a fire tetrahedron?

you get two pieces of bacon for each correct answer, good luck!

A quiz? Sounds like a surprise test. Scary... But okay, let's see.

1- Well, this first one is easy. If you don't know how to perform CPR- and no, "I saw it in a movie" doesn't count as knowing how to do that- what you gotta do is call your local emergency number, like, immediately. You can't move the body under any circumstances, except if it's to take it away from risky situations such as explosion, fire, drowning, and even then, the most you can do is to place them on a flat surface and pull their head back up to open their respiratory tract. Now seriously, if you're not trained to do CPR, just DON'T, because you'll probably just make things WORSE. For example, if you do it wrong and blow air into their esophagus instead of their larynx, you'll risk making them throw up right on your face! 😖 Yuck!

2- Principles of radiation exposure... Justification, if exposure is really necessary or if it will bring benefits; Dose Limitation per individual and Optimization of Protection, like using as little exposure as possible and being as quick as possible. Now if you're talking about reducing exposure, then it's Time, Distance and Shielding, I guess.

3- Uh... Infectious substance, or object? I keep forgetting this.

4- What...? Okay, hold on, this is VERY specific, let me think. I didn't go that far with my training, I just work with whatever superficial injuries, sprains and fractures or broken bones. I leave specific stuff like that for the leveled up professionals at the actual hospitals, most I do in these cases is first aid to lessen further damage or blood loss, immobilization and take the victim to the nearest hospital for proper care. That being said... Hmm... Is it somewhere in the frontal lobe area? I forgot what it's called, but as far as I remember, that's the area responsible for limbs movement, so an injury there could result in limbs paralysis...? I think I'm shooting in the dark here.

5- Ah, now that's basic firefighting knowledge! The components of a Fire Tetrahedron are fuel, heat, oxygen, and a chemical chain reaction. You take any of these out, the fire will stop!

So... How did I go?

(( As for the blog colors, just so other people know, we sorted things out with another ask already XD One way or another I already made a couple subtle changes in post background and text colors in this blog's theme, what I'm "unable" to change is the colors I'm using for each pup because these are the very Tumblr text editor colors, so I need to adapt everything else to make these readable enough. ))

#(( EXCUSE ME I LOVED THIS CHALLENGE ))#(( I actually knew the answer to some of these and it made me genuinely HAPPY ))#Answered #Paw Patrol #Marshall #Paw Patrol Marshall #(( On a second note- the perks of your bestie being graduated in biomedicine LMAO ))#(( She's the one reason I feel comfortable enough to play Marshall knowing full well I need to go about medicine stuff sometimes ))#(( She helps me with research and I've learned a lot from her throughout the entire last decade too ))

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thesmpisonfire · 8 months

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So I know a lot of people will probably disagree with this but I was watching forever yesterday and listened to him talk about viewer reactions to lore etc and I completely agree with him about how ccs need to be allowed to make their character villains if they want and I 1000% agree, let the cc do what they want with THEIR characters. but him being so focused on the negativity of Twitter and how if people don’t stop being negative on Twitter etc the series won’t last long and as sad as it is to admit it will literally never get better on there so ccs need to stop basing how they feel about the SMP on people on twitters opinions. Again I don’t mean this in a mean away against forever but people being dickeheads on Twitter are not going to change because he decided to talk to his chat during a live stream. Take ccs like quackity and Foolish who have both reminded their chats it’s roleplay do not be fucking idiots like once or twice and then just did their thing uncaring of Twitter and people whining. Foolish literally arrested Pac and Mike and then took a job that was offered by the federation and the hate on Twitter was insane but he just doesn’t check Twitter so he didn’t care and quackity created an entire villain character that tried to blow up the everyone including the eggs and again yeah people were being ridiculous on Twitter but he just ignored it and did his thing and had fun. I just think if ccs are going to enjoy their time on the server they have to know that Twitter will not change, it’s awful and people SHOULD know not to behave like that but that’s just how that site has always been and I think basing your enjoyment and predicting the longevity of the server based on that is silly and is honestly just setting yourself up for failure

Cellbit and Felps are well used to twt being dicks since the Ordem Paranormal fandom when theres an active season happening is fucking TERRIBLE and completely impossible to actually navigate, so from those 2 they know how to manoeuvre it

Mike was always like "fuck all of you, I'm doing my own think" ever since I've watched him as a kid, and never was afraid to set his foot down and be clear that no chatter or tweet would make him change

Pac and Forever tho? They're new to this. Pac is way mellow and cares for the fanbase so he's always lurking and also hates to have serious talks about these topics so it often reaches boiling point for him to speak up. And Forever had an explosion in his fanbase and ever since the start was under attack, and as a fellow ADHDer I know how RSD gives you the need to constantly know what people talk about you and how badly it affects you. It's why Forever speaks a lot about twt, since he's always using it and lurking to know what's happening

I agree with you, they should stop using it, but at the same time some of them are still getting a hand on it to find out exactly how to do it since they love to see the fanart and what the community is cheering about

#discourse #their wretched site

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hopper-wheeler · 2 years

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just saw something along the lines of "lol mike is a terrible person, he didn't give a shit about eddie's death" and i need to vent.

seriously, what's your problem with him?!

i agree that the two day time jump ended up making it seem like dustin was the only one who knew or cared about eddie because they literally skipped everyone's reactions to his death but out of everyone MIKE is the one you're gonna shit on for this?

mike, who's been in california and then nevada for the whole season. mike, who didn't even know eddie was involved in all of this. mike, who knew so little about anything all around because he was being chased by the government and couldn't risk contact finn described him as disconnected from reality. this mike?!

as far as we know mike doesn't even know eddie died. there was no real time to talk after he got to hawkins before the season ended. it literally cuts off right after everyone first reunites. mike didn't even know about max's condition.

but of course you guys will find a way to turn this into the millionth reason why he's the worst character/person to ever exist.

did you ever think that maybe the reason why you find so many faults in him is because you're trying real hard to find them? that maybe the reason he "sucks" so much is because you create incredibly high expectations for him that literally no one could meet? that maybe the reason why he's always in the wrong and always the asshole is because even when he isn't you make him out to be? because everytime he explains himself or apologizes you either ignore it or find a way to turn that against him?

if anything s4 showed it doesn't really matter how he behaves. i mean, the things he's being shit on and blamed for? insane.

el lies to mike and somehow that's a reason to hate him. how could he not know what to do when his girlfriend turned out to be in an entirely different place emotionally than he thought she was? how come he didn't magically know she was lying? how come he (gasps) trusted her and believed she'd tell him the truth? how come he didn't come to cali prepared for vicious bullying and a roller-skate attack and el thinking he didn't love her anymore before being arrested? he's a terrible boyfriend even though he apologizes for being shocked, for not reacting the way she wanted him to and then apologizes again for not saying i love you more.

will doesn't reach out to mike, same as mike doesn't reach out to will. they fall out of touch. somehow, that's entirely on mike. he's the bad guy. but why? mike himself asks this. will could have called too. will even agrees with this (and later, in his speech to mike, indirectly reveals he was pushing mike away because he was afraid to lose him). somehow, this is still a reason to hate mike. he's a terrible friend even though he apologizes!! he still recognizes that he treated will badly after getting to cali and that that was wrong. he apologizes with tears in his eyes and says that hawkins isn't the same without will, that things are easier when they're best friends. he even fights will when he says it was okay and that he'd deserved it for how short he was being with el. he argues will didn't deserve anything. and that's even though i think we can all agree will bringing all of that up when el had just been put through hell and mike was desperately looking for her was terrible timing. they're on great terms for the rest of the season. mike never treats him badly again.

it's will that makes the active choice to support mike and el's relationship despite his own feelings because he cares for them both as people. will chooses to make that speech to mike but make it seem like it's entirely about el. will lies about the painting and says el commissioned it. will turns away and hides his crying because he doesn't want mike to see it. and somehow these are all reasons to hate on mike. how come he didn't magically see through will's speech and notice he was talking about himself too and not just el? how come he didn't confront will about el having commissioned it when el could easily have been talking about another painting in her letter? how come he (GASPS) is trusting will and believing he's telling the truth?!? how come he looked AT THE BACK OF WILL'S HEAD and couldn't tell he was crying?????!

like, come on!!

and then, worst of all, he gets hated for telling the girl he's loved for years now, his long-term girlfriend, that he loves her. el is dying in front of them. she's suffocating. mike's monologue gives her the strength to fight and save herself. and let me just say, that's will's sister!! he's just as terrified in that scene as mike is. when mike starts talking and tries to get through to el, will encourages him to keep going!! and that's because he loves el and believes in mike, and he'd probably be really upset at some of your takes. that moment wasn't about him at all and will was mature enough to understand this. why aren't you?

just keep mike wheeler's name out of your mouth. stop nit-picking. go gush over the characters you do like instead. please.

#st4 #mike wheeler #mileven #mike x eleven #text

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genshinsidepiece · 2 years

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A Matter Of Trust

IDK what this is. In the middle of working on the Capitan stuff, Diluc decided to invade my brain with the concept of what would happen if the reader unknowingly captured him and this is the result. Possible Part 2 inbound.

This is Diluc when he was out whoring about for four or so years. Since he's younger, I like the idea that he's sassy and flirtatious, especially after a fight.

Warnings: Graphic Content (Blood and wounds), Implied Capture, Implied Prisoner, Implied Nudity, Light Bondage, Probably OOC for him

SFWish, 18+

You didn’t know where he had come from or who he was. All that you knew was that he had materialized while you had been gone and he was bleeding. It took a moment or two for your initial shock to wear off. Not the best reaction considering he was badly wounded, but what else could you do? You lived alone, in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t every day that an incredibly handsome stranger turned up in your house, let alone unconscious on your bed. You had to get past the sight of him before you could ever start to help him. The face of an angel, broad shoulders, long muscular legs, and hair that was the color of fire. He was magnificent. He was also half dead.

Snapping out of your stupor, you set your basket down on the floor, rushing over to his side. While his clothes were practically coated, your initial assessment revealed that not all of it was his. The main source of his blood was a deep cut on his left side. You would regrettably need to undress him to see if there were any other wounds hiding under his heavy waistcoat and shirt. “Sir?” He didn’t respond. You pressed your hands into his chest, giving him a little shake in the hopes that would help. “Sir, please.” Another shake. “I’m going to remove your jacket and vest. Is that alright?” Again, nothing. He just continued to lay there, his brow growing paler by the second. “Fine.” You began the struggle of getting his jacket off. “But if you wake up, don’t be mad. I did ask.”

Undressing him was a ghastly affair. In part because he was an entirely unwilling participant. Even with his athletic figure, he was still heavy for you. His arms refused to cooperate when it came to the tight sleeves of his overly ornate jacket. His torso flopped the second you let go of him. You would have had an easier time wrestling a dead puffer fish. It took every ounce of strength you had just to get his jacket off. By the time you were done, you, your clothes, the bed and him were all covered in a mix of fresh and congealed blood. The sight made you gag slightly. As a small measure of revenge, you tossed the cursed jacket aside, taking the thunk of the chains on the floor as a personal victory. Good riddance to it. Thankfully the rest of his clothes were less of a challenge. Even with the heavy gash in the rich fabric, the leather straps of the waistcoat unbuckled with relative ease and you were finally able to get to his body. Another small victory. In any other case, you would have celebrated that fact. In this one, all you could do was groan.

The laceration in his side was long and it was deep. You guessed it had been made with a sword, but you had to wonder. There was a Fatui camp over the next ridge. The deep burns on his shirt and around the edges of the wound made you wonder if he hadn’t run into one of them. It also made you wonder if they were looking for him. The thought alone made you pause. The last thing you wanted was to be arrested for aiding a potential criminal. Your friends were few and far between out here. The one neighbor you did know wouldn’t help you. The rest wouldn’t bother to wait for you to be gone before they looted your cabin. But the alternative was to let him die. Surely you couldn’t do that, could you?

Your eyes went back to his face. They traced over his handsome features while you silently questioned what you should do. Letting him die was wrong. You knew it was, but you also had to think about yourself. If he had gotten in a scuffle with the Fatui, then it would be both of your heads if they found him. But that was a big if. Surely if he had they would have been here by now, right? Maybe he wasn’t what you thought. Maybe he was a soldier or a mercenary that was just passing through. Maybe he had been attacked by treasure hoarders. “Archons-” You rubbed the bridge of your nose in frustration. There were too many what ifs to justify doing anything but helping him. You had no other choice.

Pushing off the bed, you made a b-line for the medicine cabinet in your small kitchen. He needed a poultice and some stitches. As for the rest, you could ask him how he got into this mess later, if there was a later. For now, you knew you had enough supplies to get him through the night, but you would need to restock come the morning. You rolled your eyes at the thought of dealing with the Fatui soldiers who seemed to occupy the roads these days. Archon forbid they stopped you and began to ask questions, especially when you were on your way home. If they were looking for him, then a basket full of medical supplies would be a dead give away. You could worry about that later. For now, all you could do was do your best to keep him alive.

Thankfully when the morning came, the roads had been empty of soldiers. Thankfully you had been able to get up to the local outpost without incident or question. Only the owner had raised an eyebrow at your purchase and that was simply due to the amount that you were buying. You offered no explanation as to why. You just quietly placed everything in your baskets and went on your way. Your only topic of conversation had been about the Fatui camp that had been wiped out by an unknown vigilante a day or so prior. Apparently carnage and fire had rained down on your region’s unwelcome guests.

Carnage. Your new housemate had been covered in blood when you had found him. Aside from the wound on his side, he had been relatively unharmed. It proved not all of the blood was his Fire. In addition to the blood, his clothes had also been singed in whatever battle he had fought. You had dismissed it to running into a Pyro agent. You clung to that theory until you fully undressed him. That’s when you found the delusion on him. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Three days you watched over him. Three nights you silently prayed that you were wrong. That it was a case of mistaken identity. But in your heart, you knew it wasn’t. His body was rife with scars from other battles. The weapons on his person, including the giant claymore and the delusion proved he was deadly. The man, whoever he might be, was dangerous. The entire situation was dangerous. You needed to do something to protect yourself and you needed to do it before he woke up.

Diluc felt exhausted. His last memory was of stumbling his way towards a small house after taking a strike from the business end of a pryo agent’s attack. After that everything was a mixture of reality and fantasy before it all went dark. The only thing he could discern was that to his relief, he was warm and dry. The feeling of a comfortable mattress and soft sheets added to his feeling of safety, though the lack of clothes was an odd sensation. Whoever owned the house must have helped him while he was unconscious. He could feel the bandages rubbing against the skin of his torso. There was a slight sting from the wound, but wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He went to touch it, only to find the resistance of his hands being bound to what he could only guess was a headboard. “Hm?” He twisted his wrists, feeling the bite of a rough rope against them. It was an peculiar sensation in his groggy state. Maybe he wasn’t as safe as he initially thought.

Slowly, Diluc opened his eyes a little more, testing his bonds once again. The ropes were loose around his wrists and the knots were poorly tied. His captor wasn’t a very good one. He worked his lithe fingers against his bindings, finding they would be easy to undo if he needed to, but for now he left them be. He had been tied up for a reason. Diluc found that reason when he noticed the sword that was pointed directly at his face. “Oh” He looked you up and down pleasantly surprised by what he saw. As far as being held hostage, he could think of far worse circumstances to wake up to than you. “Hello.” You didn’t answer him. You just stared at him, scared out of your wits. He could tell based on how hard the tip of the sword was shaking. It was a little unsettling, but not unwarranted. The issue was that even if you held the sword wrong, the last thing he wanted was to be stabbed, again. Not after you’d gone to the trouble of getting him well.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Diluc blinked steadily, his eyes continuing to scrutinize the situation. You weren’t a threat to him. Even with his weapons and delusion on the other side of the room, he could easily disarm you. It wouldn’t take much. All he would need would be to get hold of one of your wrists and your positions would be reversed in a matter of seconds. It wasn’t something he was opposed to. He decided you would look cute tied to your own bed. You would look better tied to his at home. It had been awhile since his last tryst. He wouldn’t mind you moaning under him while he… “W-why are you smirking at me like that?” He blinked again, his thoughts and his attention coming back to the present. “I apologize. I -” He feigned contemplating an excuse for a second before he continued on. “I was thinking of something else for a moment. It was entirely ungentlemanly of me.” He purposefully kept his voice even, in the hopes it would calm you down. It didn’t. You just insisted on standing there, eyes wide with fear while you held the sword level with his face. “Tell me, do you intend to stay like that or will you perhaps take me at my word that I have no intention to harm you?” “I don’t know that.”

Diluc raised an eyebrow at you. He was entirely surprised by that answer. You appeared to be such a meek little thing. The fact that you hadn’t crumbled in front of him intrigued him more. You could be fun. “There’s a fatui camp not far from here. You dress like them. There’s also a rumor going around at the local outpost that a vigilante burned it to the ground.” He shifted his hips slightly, his smirk returning. Diluc could help but be slightly impressed. “You’re well informed. It is bold of you to make an assumption I’m connected to either based on the few words we’ve just shared. I’m a simple traveler, nothing more.” “It’s not exactly an assumption when you had a map to it in your jacket pocket.” Diluc let out a small chuckle. “It’s rude to go through people’s things you know, especially when they’re unconscious.” “Injured or well, it’s rude to take over people’s homes when they aren’t home.” Touche. “Your clothes were covered in blood. I emptied the pockets to wash them for you.” He felt slightly grateful for that. It saved him the trouble of doing it later. “Even if I hadn’t, you have a delusion and the outpost owner told me the flames from the attack could be seen for miles. He said he’d seen a man with bright red hair pass through a day or so before everything happened. You bought produce from him.” He watched you take a deep breath. “I’m not interested in any trouble from the Fatui or you.” “That is a tad awkward since I’m currently bound to your bed. I’m sure it would make some Fatui underling’s year if they found me like this. No doubt you would get a handsome reward if you decided to turn me in.” You swallowed, the edge that had been lingering in your voice softening slightly. “I’m not going to turn you in. I don’t want you here, but I know what they do to prisoners. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” A sense of relief washed over him. It eliminated the worry of fighting his way out in his current condition, but it didn’t answer the burning question of what you did intend to do with him.

For the moment he was happy to play your little game, but he knew it would get old, fast. He also couldn’t run the risk of the Fatui finding him here. It was all well and good to joke about it now, but news would spread across the camps in the region. Eventually someone would want revenge. The last place he wanted it to be was here and naked when they did.

“So….” He lightly shrugged his shoulders. “What now? I am still at your mercy.” You bit your lip as a sign of doubt. The answer was you didn’t know. This wasn’t a normal thing for you. The signs were all there. Tying him up and holding him at sword point after he had woken up was nothing more than a precaution for you. It was likely you had thought he was going to die at one point. But he hadn’t. Now you were at an impasse as to what to do with him. You were alone and in your eyes, Diluc knew he was a threat. He knew you were worried he would hurt you or worse. Part of him was slightly insulted, but he didn’t blame you. It had been a risk to help him at all. You didn’t want to be rewarded with injuries of your own.

Shifting again, Diluc winced as he tried to resettle into a comfortable spot. The sword lowered slightly at his sign of pain, but it didn’t go away. “Are you-?” His eyes found yours again, finding that the fear had melted into worry. “It’s nothing.” He lied. “May I offer a suggestion since you seem unsure?” The tip of the sword moved, a clear motion for him to continue. “You untie me and give me at least my pants back. Though if you prefer me naked and at your disposal, I’m sure we could make arrangements. I do owe you for saving my life” A light blush crept across the apples of your cheeks. It was adorable. “I promise to be on my best behavior if you do decide to release me.” Another lie. He would behave as long as you did, provided he couldn’t lure you into bed with him. Then all bets were off. “What assurance do I have that you’ll be true to that promise? I don’t know you.” Diluc lightly chuckled again. “Nor I you. I’m sure I found this place quite on accident. You could have turned me in while I was unconscious or worse let me die. But you didn’t. Instead you nursed a known vigilante back to health.” You chewed your lip again. “Now you have me in a weakened position. You could easily take that sword across my throat and I wouldn’t be able to stop you. A poor return on your investment if you ask me.” He paused to offer you another sly grin. “You won’t turn me in, I doubt you’ll kill me, so that leaves you the option of keeping me tied to your bed for the rest of our lives or letting me go.” In the distance, you both heard thunder rumble. An ill omen given the present situation. “I suppose it all comes down to trust, doesn’t it?” He watched you turn your attention back to him. “So my lovely captor.” The term of endearment grated on you slightly. “Do you trust me?”

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“So did cassian find bix before he went on hugging another woman and die? BECAUSE DUDE THAT GIRL TORTURED OUTTA HER MIND (because of u) AND STILL TRUSTS YOU” - a very idiot comment someone made under a post of Jyn and Cassian pictures on Twitter. ISTG some people who joined the fandom after Andor don’t have a single working braincell like wtf dude

lol for as smart a show as andor is, I really wonder about some of its viewers 🤣🤣

first off, again I have to remind folks that rogue one was written first and by different people, so if you have a problem with something that happened in the show because it doesn't necessarily track with the film... just because YOU saw the film for the first time after the show doesn't mean the film is wrong for not having perfect continuity with the show.

we can use our brains and recognize that tony gilroy didn't like idk time travel to make cassian fall in love with the main character of the film instead of, what, apologizing to the character he created years after the film came out. it's one thing to criticize the writers of the show for putting bix through a more graphic trauma than almost any singular character in the show (save for cassian but I mean he's the titular character and we knew he was gonna go through shit) and doing it for the sake of a male character's story arc - a criticism of the writers, an out-of-universe analysis. it's another entirely to make an in-universe criticism of cassian for... well let's go through the chain of events:

cassian listens to his mother when she said to leave her behind because he is wanted for killing the mall cops (they don't know that the empire is looking for him bc he is a link to luthen)

he gets profiled and brutalized by the cops on his little vacation, thrown into a labor camp and is unable to go back for her like he said he would because again, he's in a CONCENTRATION CAMP.

maarva is unknowingly inspired by cassian's team on aldhani which is partly why she doesn't want to leave ferrix (it's her home, I can't fault her for that even though she is Not my fave) and decides to rebel by... idk not taking care of herself (actually some interesting commentary on how activists burn themselves out and don't take care of themselves but that's for another post).

because cassian respects maarva's wishes for him, he is not around to help take care of her - which we know other community members like bix have done before anyway

bix and brasso along with the daughters of ferrix etc are trying to get maarva to take care of herself, but maarva is getting ill because she's older and over-exerting herself for a non-existent rebellion - which hey again cool no problem, she's trying to fight the empire even though everyone else is complacent.

bix sees that maarva really needs help, knows that cassian is gone because in part SHE told him to fuck off, wants help from luthen so she can find cassian and uses the secret comms in the paaks' shop to reach luthen.

the imperials arrest salman, torture him and then arrest bix and torture her. salman is executed.

but this is missing a critical first point: the imperial occupation of ferrix. everything else is a response to the empire and to imperialism. everything: cassian kills the mall cops (tools of the empire) in episode one because they are xenophobic and profile him; they are an immediate threat to his life. that brings mr cereal over, who fucks up the "investigation" that no one wanted so badly it ends in a full blown imperial occupation. but the empire is already present in their use of the corporate mall cops to marginalize working class communities like ferrix.

the first violence is the occupation and the imperial machine (and im not even talking about the republic and the cis's colonialism but we can include them too because its all part of the problem). everything else is a reaction to an oppressor. kassa and the kenari kiddos go after the separatist ship and try to attack the people on board because they are the likely reason for the exploitation of their planet and the probable genocide of their people. cassian kills the cops because they threaten him due to their fragile egos and xenophobia. he has to leave ferrix and his mother because as maarva says, he can't stay and she can't leave (I guess although lol I mean she could). and so on.

actions don't just have consequences. actions have reactions. everything cassian does is a reaction to oppression- he tells jyn as much in rogue one ("everything I did, I did for the rebellion"). and for all of my critiques of the show, andor sticks to its thesis that rebellion can look like many things and that cassian does nothing but resist oppression his whole life.

to blame cassian for the empire torturing bix is such a shockingly bad read of the show because the show's very foundation is that the original act of violence is imperialism and fascism, and its victims are not to blame for their reactions to it, no matter how pragmatic or radical or violent.

cassian didn't get bix tortured. the empire tortured bix because it was trying to play divide and conquer with marginalized people, and it didn't work.

lol now I have to go to work but just a side note: I wouldn't trust anyone who has that kind of take on a fictional show about imperialism and fascism to stand with real world marginalized groups when they fight real world oppression.

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A Matter Of Trust

This is Diluc when he was out whoring about for four or so years. Since he’s younger, I like the idea that he’s sassy and flirtatious, especially after a fight.

Warnings: Graphic Content (Blood and wounds), Implied Capture, Implied Prisoner, Implied Nudity, Light Bondage, Probably OOC for him

SFWish, 18+

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Will you arrest me, sir (part52)

A lot of time went by after Scarecrow aka Johnathan Crane told Scarlet to leave and continue her work, and ever since then, Scarecrow was like vanished. She didn't see him, she didn't hear from him anything. Not even the GCPD was trying to find him anyhow - it was like Scarecrow was a one-time project that has ended with a big failure.

This meant Scarlet was alone again. Indeed she could just walk back to Jerome but she decided against it. Why? Easy thing: Why would she crawl back to an idiot like him? Someone who couldn't accept she was right in creating new ideas for their plans? Why should she go back to someone who she had problems working with? There was no sense for her in working with him again. Working without him was much better. She could plan, it was all well-structured, no one would insist on anything to do, no one would try to be better than her - it was just perfect!

And so she decided to keep doing her work alone - but of course, she wouldn't fully forget about Jerome. Oh no! She wanted to play a little game with him. Over the time she observed Jerome, she followed his actions, and became aware of all his plans and what he was about to do: he was looking for her. He was making plans how to get her back, he even thought of kidnapping her to keep her with him. The fact she just vanished after their little argument was driving him nuts. How did she dare to leave him?! How did she dare to just vanish?! To not tell him a word about what she's doing?! How did she dare to make him feel worthless?! She belonged to him! And only to him! There was no other person she was allowed to call her partner! She and he were meant to be! They were destined to be partners in crime!

And so Jerome tried to get back her attention. Several times he killed people in her name, several times he did great shows just in the hope she'd see all this and come back to him. He screamed her name, painted her name on walls and the streets, scratched her name on every victim, he even looked for her when walking through the crowd that was watching his assassins - but there was no Scarlet, no doll that was longing for him. Jerome was left alone by her. He couldn't proceed with that though, he needed to hear something from her, she had to react at some point! But there was nothing, no hi, no reaction to his kills, just nothing.

What he didn't know though, was Scarlet saw everything - and she enjoyed it all. She enjoyed seeing how clueless and desperate he was. She enjoyed he was craving her attention, she loved to see how badly he needed her right now. But of course, she also knew letting him wait too long for a response would just bring him in a bad mood and this wouldn't end up well - and so she wanted to set a sign: Like in good old times she costumed as an old lady, begging for some food and money and walking through Jerome's favorite spot of the city, and in some headless moments she either slit people's throat open or stabbed them to death. She enjoyed it completely killing people, the blood dripping down her hand, their bodies, and splashing in her face; she enjoyed their blank stares at nowhere when they were about to die, she enjoyed how easy it was to kill them since no one had a chance to defend themselves. Sure it wasn't as satisfying as if she wasn't planning some great killing shows, but it was like a drag on a cigarette as if she was a smoker - just satisfying her needs.

"Alrighty," Scarlet panted with a huge smile on her face as she positioned the corpses next to each other "Now I just need to scratch the letters in their skin" With the letters, she meant the letters of Jerome's name - as said, she wanted to set a sign for him to see she saw all his signs. She wanted this to be the response to all his assassins.

"Let's start with the J," Scarlet grabbed her knife and scratched a big J in the first victim's forehead, it started bleeding immediately. The blood was dripping down their face like a little river was originating from a lake "A beautiful big and fat J for Jerome"

"Perfect," She grinned when she looked at the face covered in blood "Just as messy as Jerome's little head is, right?" She then smeared the blood across the whole face with her hands "Yes, you just love to have it all messy and chaotic. We don't want to ruin it by any structure in it, right? This would just be too boring for you"

"But now let's come to the E," And so she continued her deed with the next corpses "And the R, and the O," and then she paused since her wrists started to hurt from the scratching "Wow, this is getting into your joints, eh?"

And then she started hearing the horns honking - the GCPD was coming, or more: They were about to get her. Usual criminals would start running away, not finishing their work - but Scarlet always finished her work, she didn't mind if the GCPD stood in front of her, pointing their guns at her. She was a fighter, she wouldn't care whether Jim Gordon would catch her and bring her back to Arkham, she would always find a way out of this and continue her stuff.

"Time for some fun, I guess," She cackled as she continued to scratch the next letters into the corpses' foreheads "Little Jimmy ain't that far away and things need to be done before. What type of professional would I be if I didn't finish my work because of some foolish cops?"

"Hands up, Scarlet Patel!" You suddenly heard Jim Gordon's voice behind her "You're under arrest for convicted murder of 7 people! Put the knife down and turn around! Now!"

"Oh, hello Jim," Scarlet chuckled, turning around when she saw Jim, Harvey, and several other policemen pointing their loaded guns at her "Hey, Harvey! Long time no see, right? You've been looking older and older by the day. Aren't you too old for that job now?" She cackled "I'm just joking, don't worry" She then looked over to Jim "What are you gonna do now, Jim? My work's done here and will be continued elsewhere"

"Your work ends here," Jim claimed "You have no chance to escape this time! You're surrounded by cops and they'll shoot at my command if needed!" Jim didn't want to mess it up this time. Things should have ended when he met her in Arkham where she was working with Scarecrow. Things should have ended when she was sent to Arkham for the first time.

"Give up, Scarlet!" Harvey yelled, "Your time is up!"

"Giving up? No," She grinned "Right now is no time to give up. Now it's time to rise. It's time to set a sign, to start a fight! Gotham has become a place full of new faces! These new people are full of surprises, they're brilliant! They're masterminds! You can learn a lot from them, you know," Scarlet paused "But no one will be as great as me! I am the greatest showman here! There's no time for me to give up, Jim! It's time to show who's the star in the show!"

"But this battle is not yours, Scarlet!" Harvey yelled "You had your time to play your games and this game was your last! You have no chance to escape!"

"I don't?" Scarlet frowned ironically "Hm, let me look: Cops are surrounding me with their guns - okay. I have a few knives in my pockets to stab them, slitting their throats or just to harm them in any other way, and," Scarlet looked around at the lanes and houses in the hope to see an opportunity to escape "I see a fire escape staircase that will be my one-way ticket to freedom. Do you think I won't have a chance? Then you don't know me well enough"

"You and Jerome are quite similar," Jim told her, facing her. He knew what she was doing, she was trying to trick them. She tried to distract them with anything to fulfill her actual plan. But what was her actual plan? Was it just running away or was there a big boom behind it? Jim and his mates needed to be careful. Scarlet was full of surprises, she always had an ace in the hole.

"Oh, I know I know, Jimbo. Jerome and I are quite impulsive and unpredictable in our deeds. We play with people's minds, scare them off, ruin their lives, and yet the GCPD still didn't manage to catch us. Funny isn't it?" Scarlet laughed "But now, this is not the time to catch me, I have plans to follow"

This was the moment when Scarlet ran to the staircase that hung down from the house, of course, some cops stood in her way, waiting for Jim Gordon's command to shoot but Scarlet was faster. She grabbed all the knives she had in her pocket and threw them at the cops' heads whereas the blades kept stuck in their eyes which killed them instantly - and this made it easier for her to escape. Through this, several cops fell to the ground and she had a free way to reach the staircase climbing up.

"Shoot! But try not to kill her! We need her alive!" Jim Gordon yelled, running and climbing after her. The cops shot at Scarlet, they tried to hit her body whether it was just her leg, her knee, her arm, or her back - but nobody was able to shoot at her. She was too fast as she climbed up the ladder.

"See, Jim Gordon? That's how you make the impossible possible! You already tell people the end of the story, you already tell them about the surprise! They won't believe you at first but this is what you get!" Scarlet kept climbing up fast until she reached the door that lead to the roof of the building "Catch me if you can, Jim Gordon!"

Jim's adrenaline was pumping in his veins, he wanted to catch Scarlet as he caught Jerome - this was the perfect time for it! She was alone, she had no pals, and most of her weapons were out of use for killing the policemen - so all she might have was a gun with limited shots. She had to lose this game, and even if not he'd do anything to catch her and bring her back to Arkham Asylum. Scarlet was out long enough, she made enough chaos and brought enough darkness over Gotham - it was time to end this. He kept climbing after her, as fast as he could, sometimes he even had the chance to grab her ankle but she was too strong and kicked herself free from his grip. Right after that Scarlet broke the door open that lead inside the house, right to the hallway where you could reach the house's roof. For Scarlet, it was just perfect: not only that she temporized through a plank she noticed next to the door, but also the roof gave her a big opportunity to flee. She could jump from roof to roof or flees through another staircase.

"Fuck!" Scarlet heard Jim Gordon yell when he tried to open the door that lead upstairs to the roof. Scarlet found that glorious, so she had enough time to run upstairs and try to find a way out of this little problem she had with the GCPD. She heard Jim try to open the door the whole time, but it failed since the plank impeded this - so amusing, isn't it?

"It's just perfect," Scarlet talked to herself as ran upstairs, opening the door to the roof "Alrighty, now I need to find a way to flee without the cops catching me"

Scarlet immediately ran out onto the roof and checked where she could jump to the next roof or where she could climb down - the problem was: there was no opportunity to flee this time. The roofs next to the house were too far away to jump over, she could die if she jumped - that was guaranteed. There was neither another ladder nor any pipe where she could climb down the roof. She was fucked!

"Fuck!" She hissed, jogging to the edge of the roof to check the height "That's too high to jump down. That will kill me," She looked around wondering whether there was something useful she could use as a band-aid "Of course, there's nothing to use. It sucks!"

"Patel!" She suddenly heard Jim Gordon's voice, he somehow managed to open the door to reach the top of the roof. When she turned to him, Jim and Harvey stood in front of her, pointing their guns at her "Your journey is over now!"

"Wow," Scarlet chuckled amused, indeed they were right and there was no way out of this situation anymore, but is that a reason to lose your charm? "Can you believe this happens here? We three standing on a roof and I have no chance to escape. So, you won! It's over for me!" Provocatively, she reached her arms put to them "Come on, detain me"

"There's something fishy here, Jim," Harvey commented, still glancing at Scarlet suspiciously "She's playing with us!"

"Wouldn't be the first time she's doing that," Jim muttered "You don't need to play fool with us, Scarlet! We know what you're trying to do! But this time this won't work!"

"Oh, but I'm doing nothing," She chuckled "I know my time is over. I mean," She looked around "Do you see any opportunity for me to flee? I don't. You're blocking my only way out with your man. It's too high to jump down the roof, it's too risky to jump on another roof, as it's too risky to fight against all of you and your men with my little knife I have. I would be dumb if I did that"

"You are no type to surrender, Patel," Jim uttered, he couldn't quite figure out what she was doing right now, her behavior now was untypical for her "You would never give on something so easily. You're too megalomanic and eager for that"

"This game you play is just a means to an end! You try to stall us while your pals wait for your command to plan the next assassin in Gotham City!" Harvey yelled.

"Wow, I'm impressed with what you think about me. I didn't expect you to expect me to be that smart," Scarlet grinned "But you know, eagerness isn't the key to success. You might know that," She let out a deep breath "And we all just wanna be realistic: the chance to flee successfully is close to 0. If I was mouthy now, praising that I’m marvelous and always find a way out, I'd just make a fool of myself," What they all didn't know though, was Scarlet already made plans how to escape in Arkham - she had would to it like the last time she tried: finding fellas she could make plans with and then escaping in the middle of the night - and everything she's doing and saying right now belonged to the plan. The details would follow for sure "And pals," Scarlet shrugged "I have no pals who'd pick me up, none is listening to my commands. I'm all alone, check on me if you don't believe me"

"You're lying"

"Oh, am I?" Scarlet frowned, now starting to mess with their heads "What do you expect me to do? Grabbing my phone," she did as she said and held it against her head "And calling my pal to say: 'Start bombing the down and pick me up from the roof as planned!'?" She started to cackle when they now pointed their weapons at her head "Please, this is so ridiculous! That's probably something Jerome would do but not me. I am way smarter than him - except right now"

"This doesn't feel right, Jim," Harvey told him "Something is off about this. Why would she voluntarily give up and put up with getting arrested in Arkham?"

"Because she knows she'll find new people who follow her since she knows how to manipulate them," Jim told him "She knows Arkham hasn't changed that much besides the new guards and a new director"

"You're so right, Jim," Scarlet smiled walking straight towards them "I'm impressed. But as you know every worker needs a break in their jobs, right? As do I. Things have gone wrong, they've been messed up, and people went crazy. I need some time off at a place that gives me new ideas and visions, and Arkham is just perfect for it!" She then reached her arms out to them "Now will you arrest me, sir?"

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Thoughts from my Classic Who watch, this time season 11. (Amy Pond voice) Posh fistycuff man, goodbye.

I’ve read of quite a few Doctor Who writers saying that Three and Sarah are their favourite Tardis team, which has surprised me since I thought Sarah was more well-known as Four’s companion. But I can see now why Sarah’s early stories would’ve had such an impact on them, and why she went on to be one of the show’s most popular characters. She’s immediately likable; witty and smart and funny and charming. The banter and joking between her and the Doctor is endless fun. It’s hilarious that she’s first introduced to him under a false name because she’s currently infiltrating a military establishment for a news story, absolute icon. And honestly her occasionally in-your-face feminism is so refreshing after the total disrespect that Jo sometimes got. The rest of The Time Warrior is great too. It feels like a modern episode of the show- the script is tight, there are lots of good and funny character moments, and it’s a neat introduction for the Sontarans. Sorry to go back to talking about Sarah again, but I can’t believe she escaped from the occupied castle with another prisoner in there, befriended some local aristocracy, and then broke back in to the first castle to kidnap the Doctor out of it! And all this without the Doctor’s help or even explanations that she had time-travelled! Once again I must say, absolute icon!!

Invasion of the Dinosaurs was definitely an interesting one! Firstly, I’ll always be amused that the title was shortened in the first episode to preserve a twist in this story and this story only, as opposed to every story ever with ‘Dalek’ in the title that used “it’s the Daleks!!” as the cliffhanger to part one. Secondly, is this the most Disaster Movie that Classic Who has ever got? I was actually shocked by the bloody corpse of the looter that they showed at one point. Now, back to Sarah. She really knows how to accept things and roll with them, it says volumes how quickly she followed the Doctor’s lead and smiled for her mugshots 😂 I once saw a post describing that as the first time she got arrested, but given how she met the Doctor (not to mention her general demeanour), I find that somewhat hard to believe. And honestly she basically wraps up the whole plot of this story herself. While the Doctor and the Brig are busy first being hoodwinked by Yates and then dealing with the Doctor being (badly) framed, Sarah does actual investigative research, finds the people responsible for the situation, and leads a revolt against them. She wouldn’t have needed the Doctor at all if her gang had done the smart thing at the end and moved the evil scientist away from the doomsday lever. As for the other characters, this story really gets what makes the UNIT family fun. There’s so many great gags with them, especially the scene where the Doctor gets fed up with everyone distracting him, which ends with him looking about as distressed as you ever see him (and with Jon Pertwee’s fantastic face, that’s saying something). I’m glad it was this story that involved Yates’ betrayal, because it ties his point of view back to his past experiences, and makes it very clear throughout that he’s still holding onto his morals even as he betrays everyone. Very ironically, this is maybe the most likable Yates has ever been for me, it breaks your heart a little when the one thing he seems most certain of is that his life doesn’t matter. I did start to worry that this story and Operation Golden Age was a reaction to The Green Death and was arguing against the strong environmentalist themes in that story. But thankfully that wasn’t the case at all, it never goes down that path, and actually makes a point at the end to say “saving the environment is extremely important, just don’t be an eco-fascist about it.” Also, Sarah being separated and ending in a colony vastly far away from the Doctor in time and space while he mucks around in modern-day England definitely feels like inspiration for the Interference novels. That subplot happens to Fitz, except in that case its actually real, and it only loops back round to the Doctor’s plot with heartbreaking consequences.

Those nasty Daleks are back again! And this time the story isn’t really about them, even though they still eventually become the most imposing threat, which I think is a nice balance that Death to the Daleks managed to strike. The beginning of the story was proper spooky, with all the darkness and mist. The TARDIS’ safety being invaded always feels unnerving, so Sarah seeking sanctuary in it before finding that a creature had found its way into the new shadows of the console room was really creepy. And shout-out to Elizabeth Sladen for being a hell of an actress and making all of Sarah’s terror very believable, even when I think the script and directing was probably doing her a disservice by making her scream and freak out quite a bit. The horror of the planet was undercut a bit for me when it was revealed that the aggressors were a tribe of native species that veered a little too close to Colony In Space territory for me. I started to think that maybe I’d been quick to judge when it was revealed that there were other Exxilons who were more open-minded than the tribe that worshipped the city, that they were the remnants of a galactic empire, and when the antagonistic Galloway made a bigoted comment that sounded very self-aware of the show. But then it turned around and out of nowhere said that ancient Peruvians couldn’t possibly have built their buildings without alien intervention, so I think I’m going to go ahead and chalk this story up to another reason Classic Who should be banned from using the word “primitive” until it learns its lesson. Finally, I love a good puzzle rooms plot, but the fact that so many people literally starved to death in a room where the puzzle was a maze that looked like it could be in a children’s puzzle book made me laugh. And so did the cliffhanger which was just a dramatic zoom on a pattern on the floor. I adore a Living City, but I don’t think this story used the trope as much as it could.

I can see why Peladon was popular enough to revisit, it was a very strong setting last season. And The Monster of Peladon was okay, but in my eyes it didn’t live up to its predecessor because it didn’t do some of the things that most interested me in Curse: it didn’t have a bunch of interesting new alien species, and its twist was that the Ice Warriors were the villains. Again. Although, admittedly, Ice Lord Azaxyr being held back by four strong men then throwing them all off at the end looked cool as heck. Also, Monster is 2 episodes longer than Curse. I think I get more easily bored by 6-parters after 60s Who than I did during the show’s early years, maybe because I was kept entertained by the charming quaintness of ‘60s television, I don’t know. Also also, Aggedor is cute as heck again in this, and it’s so sad that he dies 😭 I should’ve checked Does The Aggedor Die Dot Com. I love how the Doctor sees a character in need of some Womens Liberation and immediately refers her to Sarah jsdlkfj. Everyone knows about Sarah saying “there’s nothing only about being a girl,” but at the end of the story she also tells the queen that “there's nothing only about being a miner, your Majesty, any more there was about being a girl.” Sarah Jane said intersectional feminism! Another line I didn’t realise Sarah said was when she quoted what the Doctor has apparently said to her, that “while there’s life...” before trailing off. That’s some great foreshadowing.

I’m glad I’m not more arachnophobic than the average person, because Planet of the Spiders has some Magnus Archives-esque shit near the start, when the Doctor projects the recorded thoughts of a dead man and gets a screen full of spiders, and when some meditating men physically manifest the horrors of their unconscious mind and it’s a giant spider. Overall, the story is very intriguing because of its sudden interest in Buddhism, which gives it a good vibe for the Third Doctor’s send-off I think. I did like that it addressed the Doctor’s faults, because that’s something I think Three’s era sometimes failed to do to its detriment, even if phrasing it as the Doctor’s greed was a bit weird. Once again, Sarah jumps into the plot quicker than the Doctor. It’s extremely interesting how chummy she is with Yates at the very start of the story, calling him Mike and getting driven around the countryside by him alone, when Invasion of the Dinosaurs was her first meeting with him and apparently he hasn’t talked to the Doctor or the Brigadier since then. It makes me think that there’s definite room for a short story featuring Sarah and Yates between the two stories, maybe with Sarah sympathising with him after being on the same end of the Golden Age’s brainwashing as he was. Speaking of Yates, it tugged at the heartstrings that evidentally everyone thought it was best not to tell Jo about Yate’s betrayal (though it was lovely to hear from her for Three’s final story). And speaking of untold stories with Sarah, it’s interesting that there’s a 3 week gap for her between the final scene and the rest of Planet of the Spiders, but apparently no Doctor Who media has dipped into that time. If this franchise is going to milk stories out of the gaps in episodes, they should look at the ones that would give interesting character pieces! Okay this post has already become so long. For the Third Doctor’s last story, let’s do five rapid final points. -There’s some good villains in this one! Lupton and his spider outcast friend both being fallible and (for lack of a better term) human was engaging and well demonstrated when they both started causing each other pain in a childish attempt to get their way. Lupton’s gang really felt like a bunch of normal people who didn’t actually set out to be the villains, and regular spiders given superintelligence is at the same time funny and scary, and well used. -Poor Professor Clegg is such a tragedy. He’s made so sympathetic in his few scenes before being killed off, which was basically the result of the Doctor roping him into doing some trials. I like that the Doctor admits to feeling guilty about that too. That’s good writing that is. -The Brigadier is maybe used for comic relief a bit too much, and is painted as a bit of a buffoon during his short screentime. Oh, I do love that he calls Harry Sullivan at one point, that’s a great little easter egg for people watching with future knowledge. -I’ve always found it appropriate for Jon Pertwee that there was such a sprawling vehicle chase sequence during episode 2. Including Bessie v Whomobile, Dawn of Justice. And on the topic of vehicles, it also feels appropriate that after all the work the TARDIS has had done this era, the Doctor refers to her as being alive here. I love the headcanon/basically canon that it was the Doctor’s time taking apart and rebuilding a lot of the TARDIS during his exile that really made him realise how much of a living thing his ship is, and how close a bond they share. -And finally, as always, the Doctor and Sarah’s chemistry is wonderful. A particular highlight is when they’re both trapped in spiderweb and making very silly jokes to pass the time while their fellow prisoner looks on in disbelief. Also, of course, their fantastically-acted farewell as the Doctor dies 💔

#Apparently I had a lot to say for this season! To be fair most of it is just how great Sarah Jane is.#Doctor Who #my thoughts #three #sarah #brig #yates #benton #unit #daleks #sontarans #edit: accidentally called the gap at the end of Planet of the Spiders 3 months instead of 3 weeks. Changed that

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9-1-1 REACTION

This reaction is for the season 5, seventeenth episode titled "Hero Complex" which originally aired on May 9, 2022. The episode was written by Stacey R. Rose and Kristen Reidel and directed by Marita Grabiak. Spoilers ahead!

We start this episode with a villain origin story! We see a little boy with serial killer tendencies on a school bus cicra the mid-90s. When the bus driver has a heart attack and crashes the bus, little Norman Bates jumps into action and saves the day. His rescue efforts garners attention from the local press. He's also awarded a key to the city as well as a $50,000 check for college. Throughout all of this, we see him soaking it all up. We then flash-forward to the present and see adult Jonah Greenway (Bryce Durfee) reveling in the attention he receives as a paramedic. Somebody has a hero complex! Oooooh, that's the title of the episode! Cue title card!

The funeral of Claudette Collins (Vanessa Williams) happens and May, Athena, and Bobby attend. May is clearly shaken by the death of her former coworker/nemesis. Athena and Bobby try to console her but May believes that Claudette shouldn't have died. You know who else doesn't think Claudette should've died? Henrietta Wilson! Hen also attends the funeral and does some sleuthing during the repass which takes place at Claudette's home. Side Note: We learn this episode that Claudette Collins leaves behind a husband and a daughter which makes her death even more heartbreaking. Anywho, Hen learns via the medicine cabinet that Claudette had high blood pressure. She presents this information to her bestie Chimney and heavily insinuates that Jonah may have been involved in her death. What I love about this scene is that Chimney doesn't question Hen. He doesn't doubt her claims. Instead, he believes her and tells her that they need more proof.

Hen and Chimney head over to the 118 and wait for those on duty to be called out to an emergency. THey then sneak into Bobby's office and locate the paperwork for two emergencies that were handled by Jonah. Hen reads about Perry - the spider-sitter from a few episodes ago - and this is where we the viewer are reminded that Perry coded and was quickly revived by Jonah prior to being loaded into the ambulance. To further cement that something ain't right about Mr. Jonah Greenway, Hen and Chimney learn he's been with several other fire departments across the country, including Chicago, Dallas, Denver, and Miami. Why all the hopping around, Jonah? Suspicious indeed!

After leaving the house, Hen starts to think maybe she is reading too much into things but thankfully Chimney is there to reassure her. Something is definitely up with Jonah aka Monday and he needs to be stopped before someone else ends up hurt. Or worse. I am so glad Chimney is back because I've missed this partnership and friendship so badly. Hen heads home and catches Karen up on what she's been investigating. We learn that Hen talked to someone at the 122, the house that Jonah was relocated after Chimney came back. The person tells Hen that while responding to a call involving a fender bender, the driver went into cardiac arrest and died while under the care of Jonah. Karen points out that there's a pattern here and here is yet another person who has chosen to believe Hen rather than doubt her.

Hen and Chimney head over to Buck and Taylor's place and ask to see the news footage taken during the call center fire. When Taylor plays the footage, Jonah can clearly be seen in the background injecting some kind of drug into Claudette's IV. When Buck and Taylor ask what is going on, Hen and Chimney ask that what they are about to tell them is off the record. They go into detail about everything concerning Jonah and Buck starts poking holes into their accusations. This seemed very out of character for Buck. Usually when it comes to this sort of thing, he is very quick to get on board. I'm usually a huge Buck fan but he really annoyed me in this scene. Thankfully Taylor is on Hen and Chimney's side and she thinks that Jonah may be a serial killer.

Hen and Chimney present the video to Bobby and Athena. Athena posits that maybe Jonah is some kind of angel of mercy but Hen believes something deeper is going on. She believes that Jonah is bringing their patients to the brink of death only to use his skills to bring them back. Jonah Greenway is playing God and Hen is not here for it. Meanwhile, Bobby learns that an investigation has been opened regarding Claudette's death and Jonah has been placed on light duty pending the results of said investigation. Fearing that Jonah might come after her and the people she loves. On the way home, she receives a call from Jonah and he insinuates that he's gonna do something to get back at her for not giving him a chance. She makes a call to Karen and tells her to get her mom and Denny out of the house. Karen puts two and two together and realizes that if Jonah is coming after someone Hen cares about, it's not her or Denny or her mother - it's the person whose place he could never take. Jonah is going after Chimney.

Hen heads over to Chimney's place and finds the door to his apartment open. When she goes inside, Chimney is nowhere to be found. When she goes to text him, Jonah comes up behind her and drugs her. Hen wakes up in Jonah's apartment and finds herself bound in a chair. On the other side of the room, she sees an unconscious Chimney connected to an IV. Jonah taunts Hen by telling her that she messed things up for him and that they were supposed to be on the same team. Using drugs and a defibrillator he purchased probably off the dark web, he administers something via Chimney's IV that causes him to flat-line. Hen starts to freak out and I imagine this had to be her worse nightmare come to life. Having the means to save someone you care about but not having the power to do so has to be a horrific feeling. Jonah uses shock paddles to restart Chimney's heart and if it wasn't apparent before, this man is a psychopath.

Hen pleads for Jonah to let Chimney go and instead he stops CHimney's heart again and then shocks it back to a steady rhythm. Poor Chimney - he's been through so much just this season alone. He did not deserve this. While Jonah talks to Hen about her needing a new partner, Chimney regains consciousness and starts slipping his hands out of the restraints. While Hen continues to vamp, Chimney presses a button on the heart monitor to make it look like he's flat-lining. When Jonah goes over to investigate, Chimney uses one of the shock paddles on him which knocks him out. He then falls off of the table he is on and crawls over to Hen. The two of them are so grateful to be alive and this moment further cements their friendship.

The cavalry shows up thanks to Karen and Maddie and Jonah is arrested. One of the best moments of the episode was seeing Bobby going into Papa Bear mode and punch Jonah in the face. I know I get on Owen's case for always using his fist but this is out of character for Bobby so I didn't mind it as much. Bobby is clearly rattled by nearly losing two of his paramedics and blames himself for hiring Jonah in the first place. Athena calms him down and reminds him that he didn't know that Jonah was a homicidal maniac. She also assures Hen that Jonah is going to jail for a very long time. Hen and Chimney are sent to the hospital for observation and both are happy to be alive. I'm so glad this nightmare is over and I hope we never have to see Jonah Greenway again.

There are only two other story arcs in this episode and one of them involves Eddie returning home to Texas for his father's retirement celebration. Eddie has a very strained relationship with his dad and resents him for not being around when he was growing up. Let me just say, it was so nice to see Aunt Pepa and Eddie's abuela. I have missed them and I love how supportive they are of Eddie and Christopher, even when Eddie's parents aren't. Eddie is intent on making it through the celebration with no drama but things take a turn when Eddie's parents tease him about the time he wrecked the dad's truck when his mom went into labor. All of the resentment Eddie has for his dad finally bubbles over and he rips into him about how he was never there and how it was Eddie looking after his mom and sisters. Clearly this conversation is too much for the elder Diaz to handle because he starts having what I thought at first was a heart attack. Eddie recognizes the symptoms immediately and asks him flat out if he hasn't any heart stents. Ramon Diaz admits to having three heart stents put in and the rest of the family, including his wife, are shocked. He then admits that pride was the reason why he kept this from his family.

Eddie realizes he and his dad actually have more in common than they realize. They both hide things because they fear the people around them will think they are weak. Eddie opens up about the time he had a panic attack while shopping for a suit for Christopher. Eddie tells his dad that he's spent most of his life trying not to be like his father but all he wants now is to just be a better person for his sake and Christopher's sake. Ramon commits to wanting to be a better person as well, including a better father (and hopefully a better grandfather) to Eddie and Christopher. I really liked this storyline because one thing this show does better than Lone Star is we get to see the familial relationships more. I like Eddie's family and I love seeing their culture displayed openly and proudly. I hope we get to see more of them, especially Aunt Pepa and Abuela.

Finally, let's talk about Buck and Taylor. Now I'm someone who has vehemently defended Taylor in the past mostly because the 9-1-1 fandom as a whole loves to laud Buck for the very things they condemn Taylor for. However, in this episode, what Taylor does is indefensible. When Buck makes her promise to not say anything about the Jonah Greenway situation, I kept thinking to myself, Buck you should have been more specific in your wording. When Taylor got that look on her face, I knew she was about to go behind Buck's back and do something shady. And sure enough, she did. Adding further insult to injury is that just a few episodes ago, Buck and Taylor had a very raw and honest conversation about Buck cheating on her. Taylor tells him to never lie to her again and she turns around and does the same thing to him, albeit there was no cheating involved. A part of me wonders if Taylor did what she did to get back at Buck after seeing him talking to Lucy last episode. Whatever her motives are, I feel like Taylor's days are numbered. One thing Buck thrives off is trust and that is something Taylor has violated in a major way. Ugh - Taylor! I was rooting for you! How dare you! Learn something from this.

Well, that's the end of the episode. What an incredible penultimate episode! The back half of season 5 continues to not disappoint. I'm so happy that Jonah finally got caught and Claudette's death was avenged. Kudos to Hen and Chimney for putting their partnership to good use and saving the day and further proving that Hen was right to not trust Jonah. Unfortunately this episode isn't without casualties so to speak. I honestly believe that Buck is going to break up with Taylor. I don't see him being able to continue having a relationship with someone he doesn't trust. Also, I'm now worried about Bobby. First last week's fire had to be very triggering for him. On top of all of that, he feels responsible for hiring Jonah in the first place. Bobby places so much pressure on himself and some would say rightfully so considering he's the captain. I just pray we don't see him relapse. He's been sober for about two years now since he lost his sobriety. This show and Lone Star loves to have their addicts lose their sobriety for some reason. I really, really hope Bobby talks to someone whether it be Athena or a professional if he considers drinking or using again. I'm really worried about how this season is going to end but I guess I have to wait a week to find out. Until next time ...

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My thoughts as I’m watching 24 seasons of law & order svu:

Season 10

Kathleen and Elliot are great together in 10x01. As hard as it is for Benson, I love that they show how Sealview is still affecting her. Ooh right in the nuts, deservedly so.

10x02 whether legally wrong or right, I think Elliot beating up the guy, who posted Elizabeth's picture online, was very understandable. Even Fin agrees with it.

10x03 makes me think that Stabler is the main character more than Benson. We do see a lot more of his private life than of anyone else’s. The hair in the old pictures of Elliot!!! You can also see the difference between Kathy and Olivia in handling Elliot. Kathy slaps him then puts him in the dog house, Olivia tells him she is disappointed and fixes it. Probably unfair, but it was just very glaring in this episode.

10x04, that wig is not a good look on Benson. Stabler fanboying over the austronaut and Benson entranced by it is just a really cute scene. Why would someone choose to go by the nickname of Dick? I mean, I didn't get Dickie either, but I assumed that’s just the nickname the parents gave him. So why would you choose Dick? I mean, Rick is right there! Olivia asking if she should invite Stabler on the date had me laughing out loud.

10x05, that doctor sounds like my coworkers sometimes. Freedom of speech is good and all, but at some point science has to prevail. How often can Elliot break something?!

10x06, Munch screaming conspiracy theories whilst walking down the street is awesome. Didn't need to get hit though. Tina in the episode is something else. Having to ask about what the "big" words mean but wanting to get pregnant.

10x07, Elliot is injured again. And Benson really did say "I'm his partner", like someone would say they'e his wife. Fin making fun of a rapper is funny though. Benson really shouldn't be lying to Kathy for Elliot. Stabler's hesitation before he ate the tiger meat is just funny. That was some quick thinking by Olivia (posing as a prostitute). Also, just how badly is the Stabler marriage doing at this point. He doesn't want to talk to her, and she is willing to leave him. Benson and Stabler's codependency is really showing this episode. Pretty sure, Elliot shouldn't be chasing someone the day after being shot (considering there's blood on his shirt afterward, I think I'm right on this one). At least he went back home afterward.

10x09, I like that Benson's PTSD came back into play.

10x10 Stabler was very fast to step in when Benson got slapped. And her calling him off, of course.

Love their interrogation tactic in 10x11.

10x12, Benson is looking good undercover. Fin walking the perp into the stairs because he threatened Benson, that's a good friend right there.

I can't really put my finger on it, but I'm not feeling like there's a rush on finding the little girl in 10x13. The pacing just seems slower than usually.

10x15, yay, Tucker is back… Stabler really doesn't like him, and it shows. The grainy image for the flashbacks is an interesting choice. Cabbot is back!!! The kid is so excited to help them when they are going after his father. Jim Harper trying to flirt with Benson is hilarious. Someone other than Stabler got hurt (Poor Huang).

10x16, so, I know how Stuckey ends. But his energy is quite fun. Especially Benson and Stabler's reaction to him.

10x17 why does Stabler say the Devil also goes by Ryan Seacrest? What did Seacrest do to him? And why did he go solo on arresting "the devil"? Did he really think that was a good idea?!?

10x20, that judge is very sketchy. Cragen is a savage, savoring Olivia being held in contempt. Huang as the defense attorney and Cragen as the "suspects" father had me laughing.

10x21, I don't think that's how you suffocate. Because if he really needed that much oxygen, you could hear it. And if he doesn't need that much oxygen, it takes a while until he would start having symptoms. I did not see that plot twist coming.

10x22, as terrible as Stuckey's arch is going to end, I just love his energy (not 3eps ago when he called the press though). I honestly believe the show could use someone like him to lighten up the stories every now and then. Stabler annoying O‘Halloran with Stuckey's catch phrasenis funny. And then Stabler goes to judge Donnelly's private home, and her reaction is everything. The arraignment was exactly the kind of chaotic energy that I'm enjoying. Stabler losing it on Stuckey when he compared a future vic to Benson. And Cragen totally agreeing with Stabler. Donnelly is just funny in this episode. Donnelly stops breathing, and they just stroll her down the aisle calmly, no attempts to revive her. O‘Halloran, noooo. Oh look, Elliot is getting injured again. Tiny mistake, but the blood on Stabler's shirt is very inconsistent. Did Benson really have to slap Stabler that hard? But they really are a great team! I'm going to miss O'Halloran...

Familiar faces: Michael McManus (One Tree Hill), James Brolin (Castle), Chris Elliott (HIMYM), Clea DuVall (Grey's), Brenda Blethyn (Pride & Prejudice 2005), Mike Farrell (NCIS), Frank Whaley (House), Michael Trucco (Demming on Castle), Christine Ebersole (Richie Rich), Aya Cash (The Newsroom), Aisha Hinds (9-1-1), Alex Kingston (Arrow), John Gallagher Jr. (The Newsroom), Laura Leigh Hughes (Rizzoli&Isles), Carol Burnett, Robert Klein (Two Weeks Notice), Jeri Ryan (Body of Proof), Hilary Duff, Mike Pniewski (Madam Secretary), Swoosie Kurtz (Overboard, 2018), Sprague Grayden (24), Nick Stahl (Body of Proof) and Carol Kane (The Bounty Hunter)

Favorite episodes: 10x03, 10x07, 10x11 and 10x22

Favorite lines:

"What the hell just happened?" "Maybe god remembered how cute you were as a carrot." - Stabler and Benson 10x03

"Sex is dangerous. I mean, at its core, it’s a power struggle between men and women." "Not if you're doing it right." - Suspect and Stabler 10x04

(After the suspect got a hard on) "…that’s not an objection you’re raising." - Greylek 10x10

"And I would like to see you castrated with a rusty steak knife. Neither are gonna happen, but we can both dream." - Benson 10x11

"I have rights." "You can have a toothbrush." - Suspect and Cabbot 10x21

"People, take your meds." - Donnelly 10x22

#for prosperity #law and order special victims unit #svu #season 10

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Went ahead and we talked to this mountain man it was very rude I really like the idea a lot it was kind of crude. Want to make a whiskey and that's when they drink. And they're good at it that means they make it good it's a nice match and it comes from years of experience and they brew it so they die you need it from pain pain reliever warmth and psychological reasons, we're going ahead with the brand of his it's a wonderful wonderful brand and yeah John and the Lord is in trouble again get arrested for a bank robbery moments ago was threatening to get away with it here by begging for a dollar he knows our son only has 20 21 Savage money now it's Max 20 but Matt put it there on purpose can tell so that's why he's doing it it's not the same bill though. I finally used to doing to be absurd I found what he's going to be absurd. You must go after him silence this idiot Trump he's right if you're going to wipe a clan out we need to have a dedicated team because we have so many things going on and we are making them. We have several formed up maybe it's all sorts of different techniques. Foreigners are starting to do it too I'm just sending hit squads out, they say you want to rough us up bother us harasses joke about us nope you can't have it all you might do all those things that you're going to fear us and know that you're dead. So I get this this guy next door is heinous the drywagging him and see who shows up. We have a huge hit squad going out on these idiots. The very ornery and they're very mean and it doesn't match what they can do but they just keep trying and they keep trying on our son we don't want to tragedy we need to amp these teams up request to volunteers for the service preferably those who have training that are doing non-essential duties now and who want revenge for the on these assholes. And he sees this guy in his neck is cut very badly it's not the muck man but it is a precursor and the guy who's playing this NCIS guy made him might be him and he thinks he's doing it himself and he's not. Do we have the story told them why and they sort of get it and says Tommy f is the one putting the body sir most of them and he is wiping out the forces when you try and do stuff $500. The reaction is denial.

It's a lot more happening here it's pretty fierce

-we have a bunch of stuff happening all over Florida tomorrow is going to be a big day we're moving in with many equipment to build things yet resistance is mounting it's coming from clones the Mac morlock and some of the minority molok don't want development but it's not really and they want to move in more and we say well why don't you try it's a crappy place down there so they started to do it and they're getting on with it. For the most part they're helping out but we are having an interesting evening tons of people are harassing minority morlock and they're not really responsible and they say you're trying to get us against you and it's working and tons of them are starting to fight them and there's fighting here going on with us and more luck and maximum and they are taking a severe beating tomorrow is going to be interesting there's several things happening

-they are handing the keys over no they're taking the keys yeah from all the public employees all the government workers that are Mac morlock they're taking their keys and they're kicking them out and they're changing the locks on every single door on every single government building not one key is to get to them. And there's more and more happening but that's a huge huge development and it's coming up and the rumor is spreading there's a few more rumors that they're going to happen

-the max are insisting that our son has something they see how much joy got out of the tires and it's nice he's having trouble with his battery and he doesn't know what to do he does right now he says he's going to charge the other one and see how much it heats up and he might retire the old battery and just keep it around as a spare emergency and they say that's good but not great and he's only going to have a little bit of life left on the second one and not too long of a Time that's costing him buddy it's costing him money but not that much and he has to do it but they wanted to have stuff and better things and it is not really great to run around on eBay bike out here it's dangerous and tons of people are pissed off about it including us these assholes got nothing from it with grief but grief it might be part Max plan but they are well overboard and we mean the macro lock so they're getting new locks

-There are a couple other things that are happening they saw the minority morlock lock up the confectionery store and that's what it's called and they're really mad so that's our store and you're in it working now you're locking it up and he's sitting there could care less and say no no no you've got a huge a****** to me so the chocolate a little but then they say it's true and look around and go oh I'll give you negative 50 bucks and then they're not laughing anymore they sort of get it turn nasty and we went after him a few of them are nasty idiots that's how it is that's happening all over the world they're getting fired from jobs because of it and they're getting fired and they see it happening and they get mad at the minority warlock and they say who it was and the max are ready and others and it was it is hell for a lot of people but that's what's going on

-they were attacking factories today a lot of factories and they did damage some but not many out of the 3 million factories like an area that they were attacking only about 10 million were damaged they're really they're like 5 billion factories that's a lot of factories because they're big smaller ones are targeted for tomorrow and they're Manning up they're getting all their clans been together with their weapons and they're setting up and these Mac morlock will be gone after tonight and tomorrow we feel most will be gone and stuck on the island and they're really doing a number on themselves. There's a few more things happening but this is really big so we're going to publish

Huge news

Zig Zag

It's a giant news story above

Thor Freya

The attacked more than 5 billion factories they attacked about 500 billion and there's about 2,000 trillion factories and they targeted 1,000 trillion tonight and will show the try for the others tomorrow so we're going to tell everybody to protect every factory that there is and we're going to take over the factories that are there using them and there's only a few it's like 100 trillion but still it's useful and these people are not they are pile of complete assholes I mean they're mean ornery they respond with spitting and slurs and they don't work and they hardly do their job and they only just run into the hole and get stuff for free I don't know where they're getting this behavior it's asinine and they should be fired for it and they are

Mac

Solo you see what my life was like at work with these doofuses telling me all sorts of dumb s*** going over things over and over tell me I'm wrong putting me down about everything I'm like what the what the hell are you doing so I know that there issuing code and we are beating them up but they just keep doing it and doing it and hiring me and firing me and hiring me and firing me now they're sitting here still taunting me everyday like I'm not worth anything really they're not they are the ones who are not worth the damn thing for themselves I cannot believe how heinous they are they sit there and bring up all these old stories oh we fired you we laid you off this a****** next door John remillard brought up that stupid Robert shaker character like 300 times this year he is he says it all the time you're fired I fired you from the job I mean he is a freak and a loser and should be locked up forever because he's an animal and he's a criminal he's mentally ill and he's criminally insane. But I'll tell you the whole bunch of them just sit there at work torturing the F out of you and they can't handle almost anything that comes along for real Aaron hodgson couldn't handle s*** either. Aaron Mike tried for a while and and really he's got so many damned issues he made up with me they just started treating me like s*** like long get the f*** out of here and you'll think it's you dumb f***** and it's really horrible okay this this guy Aaron hodgdon has got so many deals and he's helped me with things he made me he paid me at work and he didn't get it he still doesn't get it he doesn't understand it okay what is your look there Joey at the mall when you look like a s*** at me like you want to fight you're starting to get it none of you get it okay you're f****** stupid okay now I want you to understand that first then you can go back to building blocks and stuff like that but really you pissed your life away by f****** with me I didn't come up with this idea s*** your heinous. 9/11 happens tell me you have has a motive Max is a slight one you guys want the money you're a bunch of happy f****** dick yanking homos but please this stuff is Jesus Christ miserable I guess it's working nothing else ever worked so now they're going to plow it and pour it on and so Blake hodus got me money and the guy is blind is a freaking mouse or something else that's blind Ray Charles it's probably a real black guy so he gets it. You got me the money they went after the money it's that simple you guys are weak got weaker and weaker and stupider now your time is a brick you're dumb as a brick

Zues Hera

So I'm smiling and I'm Blake Otis and I said this I remember it for a while and I'm just sitting here talking to people and giving lip service and it's not helping anybody especially me doesn't do a f****** thing except get them mad at me and they remember it so I'm calling out their code and tell you it's the most vicious party and nobody does anything and we're getting in fights with these guys and we can hear it what's stupid is when outnumbered now they're leaving anyways yes and try to say if we're giving everybody a hard time and we suck and that's what they used and keep doing it making it worse and we're stupid

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taechaos · 3 years

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Silent Treatment

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you.

warnings: slight angst, drugs, arguing, dubcon, cunnilingus, mild degredation

word count: 4.2k

tags: @mwitsmejk @1-in-abillion @kooookie

a/n: the request (contains some spoilers). i'm gonna take a very short break from this couple to write other requests!! hope u enjoy 💗

The shift in the Spring weather is unpredictable. One moment it’s chilly, and the other sunny. Humans can only adapt so much, and it causes an outbreak of common colds. Most people recover easily, handy medicine soothing their sore throats, syrups suppressing coughs, and nose sprays ridding the blockage. You, on the other hand, are not that lucky. With a weak immune system, you’re very careful to not get sick, but there must have been a slip-up because you’ve somehow lost your voice after catching a cold.

You sniffle and cough, but you can’t speak. It’s advised to not exert your vocal cords in cases like these, and that is just so unfortunate for you. The last thing you’d ever want to do is spread your sickness to Jungkook, and that meant not getting too close to him; it meant no kissing.

A very large white placard is spread out in front of you on the wooden table, and you’re plastering printed images of a specific global issue on it. You’re sitting on a bench with two of your friends as they chatter mindlessly while you work. Jungkook has a project about climate change due in a few days, and it’s supposed to be very important for his final grade. You’ve already written him a script for his presentation along with a stick prop to point at specific pictures. It’s fun, glittery and he’s going to love it.

“Hey,” Minnie, your friend, calls for you, “we’re going to get some coffee from Starbucks. Want us to get you green tea?”

Soyeon laughs when your eyes light up; it’s your favorite beverage, and it’s supposed to help with your sore throat. They leave with a smile after you give them a hyper nod and you’re alone as you adjust your woolen scarf around your neck. You need to heal as fast as you can so you’re no longer missing your beloved’s affection.

Jungkook has been feeling more inclined to approach you without reason lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Getting teased by his friend, specifically Taehyung, about having a sissy crush on a girl like yourself angered him to no end. A hit always got him to shut up, but not for long. He’s walking your way today because there’s no one around to judge him for talking to you.

You’re tearing a double-sided tape when he sits on your table, carefully avoiding your materials. Your breath hitches as his eyes gloss over your work in progress. “Working hard, I see,” he comments with disinterest. He doesn’t say anything about your efforts, but he’s impressed. The corner of his lip tugs upwards before he leans in for a kiss. You have enough self-control and concern for his well-being over your desires to lean back before your lips make contact. His face is close to yours as he pauses and slightly frowns before trying again. He receives the same results and finally pulls back.

“You did well,” he frowns at you and speaks as if you’re a child, “I’m praising you.” Your eyes are darting back and forth awkwardly and you don’t know what to do other than sit in silence. You put your hands on his knees as a resort and his frown deepens as he watches you. “I can take a hint, you know. You don’t have to fucking ignore me.” He roughly shoves your hands and stands up before storming off with a scoff. You’re torn between following him and being responsible over your belongings. You can’t let his grades go to waste because of a small misunderstanding, so you decide to text him instead. There’s always a possibility someone might steal his project. Or maybe after he’s cooled off? You delay the message, but somewhere in your heart, you’re satisfied by his reaction because it’s clear that he wanted to kiss you.

Heavy footsteps clomp against the sidewalk before Jungkook slumps on the seat next to Taehyung. It’s an isolated area for smoking students at the back of the campus, and his friend group is no exception to this role. They’re taking drags of cigarettes individually as Jungkook glares at his boots. They’re chunky and a bold black, and his dark outfit paints him as the big bad wolf. It fits, because he’s ready to attack when he’s filled with so much resentment. Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you. It doesn’t make sense, but you also grimaced at him, but then why were you doing his homework? He’s feeling frustrated, and upset all the same.

“Someone’s troubled,” Seokjin points out with a mouthful of smoke. “Kookie?”

Said boy only grunts in response.

“Did the lousy girl finally see you for who you really are and leave you?” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to mock him with a pout. “Tragic.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tae,” Jungkook spits and sends him a death glare, fire flaming in his fierce eyes. “Go actually talk to a girl or something, and leave me alone. I can’t take your shit right now.”

The low blow doesn’t affect Taehyung in the slightest as he holds up his hands in defence with comically wide eyes. “Relax, tiger.”

“Moving on from Tae’s inability to talk to girls in broad daylight, what’s up with you Kook?” Namjoon butts in, earning a fake cough from the receiving end of the insult.

He pauses for a moment before babbling, “I hate those bitches. My mother for one, couldn’t stand wearing clothes whenever she saw a dude. Moving on from guy to guy, unless they’re a fucking asshole. What do they want? Why are they never fucking satisfied?!”

A moment of silence passes among the huddled friends before Yoongi breaks it with a joke, “Who’s the lucky girl?” It doesn’t land as Jungkook deeply sighs in response. “Did she cheat on you?” he tries again.

“No,” he murmurs.

“Then…?”

“She… I don’t fucking know, she gave me the silent treatment. She leaned away from me too,” he shakes his head with a quiet groan, “it just doesn’t add up. I got mad and left.”

“No way that could’ve ended up badly,” Taehyung chuckles but purses his lips when he’s sent another dirty look. “How long was the interaction anyway?”

“Like 30 seconds.”

“Are you coming out tonight?” Yoongi asks and puts out the burning tip of his stick. “Could help you feel better.”

“And we’ve got molly,” Namjoon adds.

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Alcohol’s effect on a person differs in moods, and Jungkook is usually a horny drunk. Being a sad drunk is a first for him tonight, but he’s just so confused. It made his heart drop when you outwardly refused his advances and anxiety blossomed in his chest, which he has no idea how to deal with. It kicked in fight or flight instincts, and he just… hated the idea of you not loving him, even if it’s momentary. He can’t bear staying in a situation that makes him feel so insecure, and that feeling is supposed to be left in his childhood. You just about brought out the worst in him without doing anything.

You didn’t do anything.

It’s 10PM and he’s waiting on your usual good night text that he never responds to. It’s so pathetic, and he hates himself for being so used to your affection that it worries him when he’s deprived of it. He’s never doubted your love for him, but his insecurities are churning his gut. It’s an overflow of all of his pent-up emotions, and he can’t handle it.

“Here,” Taehyung pops in out of nowhere, clutching a pill in his hand. There’s a bottle of water in the other as he holds them out for Jungkook to take. “Stop moping and get laid.”

“I’d say the same to you, but you’d probably start crying during sex,” he mumbles and uncaps the bottle before throwing in the pill and washing it down with the water. “Thanks.”

“See that girl over there?” he ignores him and steps behind his miserable friend to point at the owner of the sultry gaze directed at Jungkook from the bar. “She wants to fuck you. Or maybe me, but I’m passing her onto you.”

“How kind of you,” he sarcastically replies.

“Uh-uh, so you’re gonna be in ecstasy in about 10 minutes. Don’t fuck this up.” He slaps his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. It’s a lonesome party because not a lot of people are allowed in when drugs are involved. Causing a ruckus, receiving a noise complaint and then getting arrested is out of the question.

He isn’t interested in sex with a stranger - not today at least -, but he hopes for it to change as he waits to approach her. Maybe drugs will rile him up enough to have fun with someone else and rid his mind of you. It’s an annoying itch on his brain, so he rests his head against the couch to comfort himself with the soft fabric. He’s sleepy from the beer he drank earlier, and he doesn’t know how time goes by so fast when he closes his eyes.

A few minutes must have passed, because he’s starting to feel dizzy in his seat. A smile carves on his face as his mind grows slightly fogged, and he opens his eyes to find the girl quietly chatting with a friend. When she glances at him, he beckons her to come over. She mouths a “be right back” to her friend before strutting in his direction.

“Hey,” she smiles down at him before sitting on the couch. She’s aristocratic, chic and pretty. “Sorry if I weirded you out earlier.” Her voice is sweet like honey, and her words flow out of her tongue so naturally. A dream girl, really, and Jungkook is starting to get horny.

“I don’t mind,” he reassures with a subtle seductive tone, “what’s a girl like you doing with this crowd? You look too innocent.” He wraps a finger around a strand of her hair and twirls it. It feels strange.

“My friend sent me here, told me to watch over someone,” she lowly speaks. “I’m Soyeon.”

“Nice to meet you, Soyeon,” he breathes before crashing her lips with his. His hand reaches down to grip her thigh, tongue poking out to swipe the sticky gloss. It’s flavored, and it tastes of strawberry. When she kisses him back so slowly, innocently, it turns him on so much. His pants feel tight around his crotch as he runs another hand through her soft hair. Compared to him, she’s passionate whereas he’s sloppy. He’s starting to get dizzier, and it feels so fucking good, but he hates it.

There is not a single reason for him to not enjoy this, not when his mood is lifting so high. The hand on her thigh lands on her cleavage instead and she’s so submissive and shy, but something’s off. He groans into her mouth before biting her lip, ripping a whine out of her. Why does she sound so sexy and annoying?

He pulls away from her before sighing in irritation. “Fuck, I can’t do this.”

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks worriedly.

“No, just, fuck.” He starts laughing before rubbing his palms on his eyes, “I really want to fuck, but I just can’t.”

“We can just chat,” she softly suggests. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

He removes his hands from his face when she goes silent. Her eyes are wide and she’s gaping at him… guiltily? “Crap,” she hisses quietly, “I was supposed to make sure you were okay. My roommate is like, super in love with you and asked me to come here.”

He says your name in a question, wondering if it’s you. When she nods, he asks for your dorm instantly.

“She’s in room 124… Why?”

When he stands up, there’s a sway in his posture but he recovers quickly. There’s an involuntary grin on his face as he thanks her ignorantly. He’s out of the villa in a rush, and he has the overwhelming urge to just run. The campus is a bit far away from the house, but he doesn’t care as his footfalls echo in the dark streets. He has so much energy to waste, and with his current stamina, he’s confident he’ll find you before dawn. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and he doesn’t care for catching his breath as the corner stores pass by him in a blur.

Throughout the two hours of his reckless jog, where he mixed up directions multiple times, his mind is starting to clear up little by little. He’s happy because of what Soyeon told him, and he feels relieved upon seeing the familiar college building. He’s not allowed in dorms at this time, but he’s done this too many times to get caught. Except he was drunk in those instances, and being on MDMA was different. Sneaking past security was tough because he couldn’t bring himself to tiptoe without making so much noise. When they glanced at him, he thought it to be the only choice to just run past them. He’s in the elevator by the time they catch on, and the numbers look wonky in his eyes but he presses the button for the right floor.

He’s shifting his weight repeatedly in an attempt to contain his excitement; he wants to see you so bad. The moment he hears the ding of the elevator, he’s running past the halls and stops upon seeing 124. He has to squint, but he knows this is your dorm.

You wake up with a silent gasp when there’s a pound on the door. You clutch your sheets in fear until someone starts to sing your name. “Jungkook?” you mouth to yourself. You stand up and look through the peephole and there’s a man on the other side who’s bouncing on his feet impatiently.

“Open up,” he sings loudly. You’re worried when you swing the door open and yank him inside so he doesn’t wake up any other students. You try to talk but only a wheeze comes out, so you switch on the light to see him instead. The brightness hurts your eyes as you close them for a few seconds. “Well, well, well, look who we have here…”

He starts to circle around you slowly and stumbles behind you. “Sending people to spy on me after rejecting me like that.” His words are slightly slurred and you turn around to face him with a pout. You point at your throat to give him a hint, but his eyes don’t waver from your pleading ones. “What are your intentions, huh?” he weakly pushes you, “Sending me mixed signals. Who- who do you think you are?”

You hold his hands and place them on your neck, trying to communicate with him by mouthing, “I’m sick,” but he only chuckles. He seems sickeningly joyous, but he’s not over his anger. “Still not going to talk to me? What did I even do?”

You deeply inhale from your nose because he’s not paying attention to you. You’re frustrated with yourself until he yells, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?” The surge of serotonin, his state of euphoria is crashing down on him the more you ignore him. He had believed the drug would only make him happy, but it intensified his sadness and anxiety just as much when he saw you. It helped him forget you in a social circle, but you confused him so much after he was reassured for so long - coupled with your silence, he’s raging.

“Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do that was so bad that you can’t bear talking to me anymore? You told me you loved me, please,” he chokes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sad right now. Just say something…”

You’re watching him in shock and a hint of fear from his fluctuating mood. You want to cry at how pitiful he looks, but instead you aim to grab a piece of paper from your bedside table. He misreads your actions and pushes you against the wall. “Stop this. Stop!” He has your arms pinned and he’s trying so hard to intimidate you so you give in. A dry sob leaves you because he's going mad, but then he has a sudden epiphany. “Maybe you’ll love me again if I fuck you hard enough and engrave it in your brain that you’re mine. Yes, yes!”

He starts unbuckling his belt and you immediately try to stop him; he’ll get sick! He shoves you again and pulls down his jeans before mashing his mouth against yours. All of your efforts have gone to waste when his tongue forces its way down your throat. There’s no point to denying him now, so you hesitantly kiss him back. You’re so guilty, and he’s so careless as he roughly pushes his hand down your white cotton shorts. You’re wearing a navy blue sweater to match so you don’t get cold in the night, but the shorts are meant to prevent a fever. What’s the point now, then? He hasn’t even read your texts that you only remembered to send before sleeping. He missed a whole paragraph of your explanation and confronted you so angrily.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls against your lips, “then you’ll remember how much you love me.” Your moans are quiet and hitched as he presses down on your clit through your panties. His other hand is on his cock as he strokes it eagerly, ready to get inside you. “I missed you so fucking much in one day,” he whispers in a croak. Hearing it makes you feel even warmer inside as you nudge his hand to urge him to enter you. “You missed me too, huh?” he takes notice of your neediness. “Shouldn’t have fucking brought it upon yourself then.”

He removes his hand from your shorts and taps your thighs before demanding, “Jump.” You bite your lip in consideration until he taps them harder and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. Your shorts are relatively short, resembling loose boxers, so when your back is pressed against the wall he only pushes them and your underwear to the side before thrusting into you. A scream gets caught in your throat, and you forget all about your aches as he roughly fucks into you without caring for protection or lube. It stings only slightly, but the pleasure in feeling so full of him outweighs the pain.

Jungkook is moaning and groaning as he bruises your thighs in his hold. Your panting is all he can catch, and though the feeling of you is an amplified sensation because of the drug coursing in his system, he wants to hear you chant his name as well. “Still quiet?” he tuts and carries you to your narrow bed and you cling onto his shoulder while trying to catch your breath after the sudden attack. “Your cunt is throbbing though,” he says as he pulls out of you and drops you on the bed. He manhandles you by flipping you on your stomach and holds up your ass. He finally takes off your bottom clothing, but he’s slightly dizzy as he yanks them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs apart and you’re on your knees with your head against the mattress. “I wonder why that is,” he says before slapping your pussy, making you whimper quietly. “So wet, yet you don’t even make a sound. Some whore you are.” You purse your lips and muster a whine, but it’s interrupted when he pistons his cock inside you without warning. Your sounds are hoarse as he pounds into you from the back, hands kneading your ass to the shape of his hands. He gives it a spank as he moans loudly; the new position makes it feel so much more intense, and Jungkook loves it. His ears finally get to hear your pathetic mewls as he thrusts so deeply inside you that your vision blurs with tears and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You feel like a doll that can’t speak or move, and he’s evidently enjoying it going by his rushed pace. You’re challenging him with your silence, and he loves proving himself.

All of a sudden however, he stops moving. You look behind you with a pout and he quirks a brow at you. You grit your teeth because you know he's waiting for you to tell him to continue, or rather daring you to do something. A sudden surge of confidence overcomes you and you gently slam your hips against his, fucking yourself on his cock with your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes, baby,” he strains, “show me that you're still my good girl.” At his encouragement, you meet his thrusts faster and you're seeing stars at how amazing it feels. You want to be his good girl so bad, and you arch your back to savour the pleasure. “Your pussy is mine, all mine,” he affirms to himself and stills your hips to turn you around without removing his length. His fingers are digging into your flesh and your tits bounce under the fabric as he rams into you restlessly. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and he can barely make out your pupils, the whites of your eyes stirring his climax at how attractive you look under the poor lighting. “I love you so fucking much,” he cries, “say it back, baby.”

You try to, but you can only dryly cough. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses at your defiance and pulls out of you to pump his length. He’s close to his release, and he pushes up your sweater to see your hard nipples that make him salivate. He crawls to slide his cock between the valley of your breasts and it hurts when he harshly pushes them together. “Stick out your tongue,” he commands in a whisper, and you do so while panting like a dog. Every time he thrusts upwards, the tip of his head grazes your tongue and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He’s massaging your tits as he stutters between whines, and eventually his load spurts out to land on your chest and cheek with a particularly loud groan. His cum surges down his shaft as he rides out his high with the last slow thrusts.

“Oh fuck,” he sighs airily and collapses next to you in the tiny space available. You clumsily turn on your side to give him more room and he pecks your swollen lips. He zips his pants back up and you’re still naked from the waist down. You’re staring at each other adoringly in the romantic, fragile atmosphere; another first.

“I love you,” you croak finally. It’s quieter than a whisper, and it makes you cringe at how hideous you sound; it’s painful as well.

His face lights up once he registers your words before noticing the tone. “What happened to your voice?”

“Sick.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything more as you snuggle into his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shit,” he murmurs, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner, idiot?”

You slap a hand on his front pocket where his phone is, and he hastily takes it out to see a bunch of notifications from you. “You sent it at night, you’re still the idiot.” You giggle and roll your eyes. “A promise is a promise, though,” he purrs before cupping your bare heat. “I did say I would fuck you all night.” You widen your eyes when his head lowers down to face your sopping wet cunt, and he slowly licks up a stripe over your soaked folds, making you shudder and grip his hair. He’s leaving kitty licks all over your sensitivity, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against your clit every now and then. Your hips lift involuntarily, and he finally takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it loudly. He slurps your arousal before spitting it back on your hood, and you can only squeak in response. Your hazed mind only tells you that you want more, and he doesn’t fail to provide.

Two fingers enter your clenching hole, and he’s scissoring your walls as he messily eats you out. The pleasure from earlier returns all too soon and you know you won’t be able to last long. His lids are hooded when you glance down at him and the way he’s looking at you makes it even harder to resist your orgasm. The knot in your stomach picks back up right before unraveling and your moan is raspy as you start twitching under his relentless mouth. He grows gentle and leaves kisses all over your vulva until your body falls limp on the sheets.

After another round of penetrative sex, the two of you fall asleep from exhaustion in your bed. It’s a first for the both of you, and Jungkook decides in his drunken mind that tonight won’t be the last. It feels so intimate when he cuddles you, and you won’t ever forget his love confession.

The next morning is not so pleasant however, as Jungkook wakes up with a loud sneeze and in his now nasal voice says, “God fucking damn it.”

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darkmulti · 3 years

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hi, can you write yandere! bts reaction to you slapping them in an argument please?

⚠️: Yandere!BTS, slapping, implied smut, manipulation

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Jin

Jin was once again, being narrow minded. “It was for work, Jin! I wasn’t working with him for fun, it’s our job. I can’t believe you punched him in the face. You embarrassed me in front of everyone!”

“Great! If you’re embarrassed, quit your job! So you never have to see them again!

“I’m not quitting! You can get that out of your head! I would leave you before quitting-” a hard slap cut you off. You instinctively covered your stinging cheek and took a step back. You were in a state of shock. Yes, you and Jin had petty arguments here and there but they never got physical. By the end of the day, you guys worked it out. However, after he laid his hand on you, you knew it was over. You looked up at him and slapped him right back. “Fuck you! We’re over.”

You turned around and ran upstairs to your shared bedroom. This house was under Jin’s name so it was you who has to go. You grabbed your suitcase and started packing all your clothes. Jin rushed into the shared room and pulled your suitcase away. He dumped all the clothes on the ground and threw the suitcase across the room.

“You’re not fucking leaving! Hang up all these clothes. Stop overreacting like a pathetic little bitch.”

You scoff and get off the floor. “I’m a ‘pathetic little bitch’?! Says my insecure husband.”

“You won’t be able to survive without me. No other man would be able to spoil you like I do. I’ve given you the high life, now obey me in return.”

“I’m not your slave, I don’t have to fucking listen to you.”

“Do you pay the bills in this house?! Do you buy the groceries?! Do you pay for insurance?! No? Then, shut up. You wouldn’t have anything if it weren’t for me. You’d probably be living on the streets if I didn’t take you in. I was the one who made sure you got that job because I knew it would make you happy. If it weren’t for me, those guys would’ve laughed in your face, Y/N. All you do is go to work, flirt with your co-workers and act all big shot around me. The least you could do is respect me and our relationship.” With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving you alone while you questioned your worth.

Yoongi

It started off as a calm and quiet evening but as soon as your phone vibrated, it quickly changed.

You began working for a new company and your new boss has been up your ass. He treats you like a personal assistant and it was pissing you off. You noticed that you were the only one who was being treated like this and it angered you. Once you’re clocked out, you don’t like to be disturbed unless it’s urgent. But your boss doesn’t seem to understand that and asks you to do work while your clocked out. You obviously refuse because why should you do work if you’re not getting paid?

Anyways, he’s always texting you about how to do different kinds of paper work, who’s working, who’s not working, how to hire people, ect — he should know how to do all of it because he’s the boss. When your off work, he’s texting you ever 10-15 minutes, asking for help. You’re tired of it, but can’t really do anything about it. You can’t quit just yet because you’re trying to prove to your boyfriend that you don’t need him to survive.

Yoongi has always underestimated you. Man literally thinks that you’re dumb. One night, you both got into a heated argument and he told you that you wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for him. The very next day, you went to a bunch of job interviews and got hired on that same day.

It’s been two weeks at your new job and ever since, your phone is always blowing up thanks to your boss. Even at 10pm, your boss is texting you about work. Yoongi became annoyed because you were always on your phone. You guys got into another argument about this so now, you hide your phone from him so he can’t see the notifications.

Ever since then, things have been a little better. Tonight was movie night and you foolishly had your phone in your hand. Throughout the movie, your phone was lighting up and vibrating multiple times and a Yoongi was tired of it.

“Who the hell are you texting now?!” He snatched your phone out of your hands and when he saw that it was your boss, he threw your phone against the wall. “I told you to block that man! Yet, you go against me and continue to text him! Are you sleeping with him? Are you cheating on me with him?!” He screamed, making your heart leap out of your chest.

You didn’t say anything. Instead you ran to the door. You didn’t want to deal with him anymore. You deserved better. You tried to leave but he slammed the door on your fingers and pulled you back inside. You slapped his face and tried leaving again but he grabbed your hair and pulled you down to the basement.

“You made me do this to you. I warned you plenty of times to stay off your phone but do you listen to me? No. I’ve given you too much freedom and now you don’t know how to behave. That stops now.”

Hoseok

“Get up. Boss wants to see you.” The guards said, pulling you up by your arms and dragging you out of the cell. “Boss my asshole. Who does he think he is? Kidnapping me for no good reason. I just wanted coffee and now I’m god knows where!” The guard chuckles at your bratty behaviour. “Just a little advice, don’t talk to boss like that. He’ll blow your brains out.”

“Shut up, muscle head. Don’t tell me what to do.” The guard stops and aims a gun at your head. “Do it muscle head. Your boss will be so proud of you.” You said sarcastically. “Shut your mouth and keep walking. I may not be allowed to kill you but I can still still hurt you — really badly.”

“Are you threatening me muscle head?” You turn around, ready to scrap with the guard. He may be a lot bigger than you, but you’re a lot smarter and clever.

“Hey, hey, do we have a problem here?” A familiar voice interrupted. You turn around and your heart drops when you see his face. “No, boss. She’s just refusing to-”

“Hoseok?” You cut the guard off and step back. “Oh, so you still remember me?” He smirks and walks towards you but you keep walking back. “What do you want from me?”

“Isn’t the answer obvious? I want you back.”

“No! I broke up with you because you’re crazy. Leave me alone now. I’m a different person. I’m not the same Y/N that you manipulated and controlled. I left her behind. Now let me go!”

Hoseok cornered you. There was no where to run. “Are you sure that you left her behind? You’re claiming that you changed but you’re still very naive, darling.”

His words made your blood boil. Hoseok mentally and emotionally abused you. With the help of therapy, you were able to pick up and put your broken self together. You thought that you’ve become a stronger person, but as soon as you saw his face, your confidence was washed away.

“I- I told you, I’m different now!” You tried to sound brave, but your facial expression sold you out. Hoseok wasn’t dumb; he knew you were scared shitless. “So, show me that your a different person. How will you escape me this time, darling?” He traps you in between his arms and leans in close to your face. In a panic, you slapped him across the face and made a run for it.

You somehow managed to get out of his large mansion, but Hoseok was running after you the whole time. You tried losing him at sharp turns and big crowds, but he was right on your ass. You saw a security guard and bolted towards him. “Sir, sir! There’s a- a man...” you said, to catch your breath, “a man chasing me. He kidnapped me. Please, I need your help.”

“That’s enough darling.” Hoseok caught up to you and without a second thought, you hid behind the security guard. “Sir, please! Arrest this man! He kidnapped me!”

The security guard was ready to take action until he saw the man’s face. “M-mr. Jung?! Sir, I had no idea that she was running from you! Sir, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!” The guard grabbed your arm and pushed you to Hoseok.

The commotion had everyone watching. The security guard was on his knees with his hands interlocked together. “Please spare my family and I. Mr. Jung it was an honest mistake.”

“What the hell?” You quietly muttered. “You see that, darling. Everyone is afraid of me. So you can run all you want, but you can never ever hide from me.”

Namjoon

After a long week of work, your husband wanted to treat you to dinner. You’ve both been extremely busy due to your hectic schedule and it’s caused you both to drift apart. The only time you see Namjoon is in the morning and before going to bed.

It was Friday evening and you were getting ready for date night. You wore a gorgeous dress that was somewhat revealing but you were fine with it. You just wanted to look good for your husband.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant and when Namjoon saw you, his jaw dropped. He possessively wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you to your private table. It was outside on a balcony. You guys had an ocean view, the weather was perfect and the stars were out. It was super romantic.

The date was perfect until the waiter started checking you out. Namjoon was visibly annoyed by the waiter but kept it to himself until he left. “Why did you have to wear that dress? Are you doing this on purpose? So other guys can check you out?” You were taken back by his questions. “No, I wore this dress for you, not for some random men.”

Namjoon scoffed and bit the inside of his cheek. “When will you stop lying?” He mumbled, but you were able to pick it up. “I’m not lying, Joon. And quite frankly, I’m hurt that you think I’m doing this for other men. You’re making me feel bad about myself.”

You got up and left but he followed behind. You walked out of the restaurant and got into your car. You drove back home without giving Namjoon a second glance. Once you arrived home, Namjoon pulled up next to your car. You both entered the house in silence.

Namjoon’s phone began ringing so, he went upstairs to answer it. After tidying the house, you went upstairs and overheard his conversation. “We could’ve had a wonderful night, but my wife doesn’t know how to dress.”

Now, he’s pissed you off. You slam open the room door, grab his phone and hang up. “Do you enjoy putting your own wife down?! Do you enjoy humiliating her?! I wore this dress for you! I wanted to look good for you! I wanted you to complement me and tell me I look pretty but instead you slut shame me!”

Out of anger, you slap him across the face. “I want a divorce. I’m not staying with someone who made me feel like complete shit. You can keep this house, I don’t want anything from you.”

Namjoon looked down and started to laugh. His laugh gradually got louder and it started to creep you out. You took a couple steps away from him but he noticed and grabbed your wrist. “You want a divorce? So you can go back to that restaurant and gets that waiters number? Over my dead body. You’re never leaving me. If I have to hurt you, I will.”

Jimin

“Jimin! Stop it! You’re overreacting!”

Jimin dragged you out of his friends house and pushed you into the car, creating a scene. Everyone was watching him degrade you for not wearing your wedding ring.

“You forgot?! What kind of wife do I have?! Are you dumb?! How could you forgot to wear your wedding ring?! That ring shows everyone that you’re mine!”

Jimin was full on screaming in your face and you couldn’t handle it. You broke down crying into your hands. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! It truly wasn’t my intention.” You were beyond terrified. You didn’t want to go home because you knew he would punish you. Even though he humiliated in front of everyone, you’d rather stay around people than go home and be alone with him.

You were about to go down on your knees until he slapped you and dragged you along. You tried getting out of his grip and in the process you accidentally slapped him. It wasn’t a hard slap or anything, you were just trying to get away. But of course, Jimin made it a big deal.

“First, you forgot your wedding ring; second, you flirted with all my friends and now, you slapped me?! Why don’t you want to leave, huh?! Who are you sleeping with?! Who are you trying to replace me with?!”

“No one! I didn’t mean to slap you! I’m sorry!” You were crying your eyes out. You’ve never seen Jimin this aggravated. You were afraid of what he might do to you so, you gave in because you didn’t want to worsen your punishment. He pushed you into the car and slammed the door shut. Throughout the car ride, his hand squeezed your thigh.

“You don’t even know what’s coming your way. Just wait till we get home” He muttered, causing your heart to drop into your stomach.

Taehyung

“Taehyung! Let me go! People are going to notice that I’m missing! You can’t keep me here forever!” You yelled, banging on the metal door.

It was your foolish mistake; trying to break up with him at his house. The moment you told him you want to part ways, he grabbed you and pushed you into the basement. Of course you fought back, but miserably lost against him. Now it was a game of waiting. Waiting for someone to notice your presence missing.

- 3 days later -

It been a couple days and you’re still locked in the basement. There was no clock or a window so you couldn’t keep track of time. Taehyung hadn’t come downstairs to check on you either. You were starving and living off the bathroom tap water. You were lying on the ground, looking lifeless when the heavy metal doors opened.

“Are you done playing your childish games?” Taehyung asked, crossing his arms. “You should be asking yourself that question, Taehyung. I’m not playing any games. I’m serious when I say I want out of this relationship.”

Taehyung closed the doors and walked towards you. He grabbed your shirt and pulled you close to his face. “All the years we spent together, you wanna throw it all away, angel?”

You turn your head away from him, avoiding his dark orbs. Taehyung noticed you avoiding his eyes so he pushed you against the wall and leaned in close to your face. “Look at me when I talk to you, angel. Or are you scared?” You were on the verge of tears but you didn’t want to appear weak in front of him. You looked him straight in the eyes and muttered, “get away from me.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, angel...” he grabbed your ear and tugged on it, “I’m your master. You listen to me.” His deep voice sent chills down your spine. You were close to dropping on your knees and submitting to him out of fear. But you didn’t. You couldn’t show him that you’re weak. “Taehyung, I’m serious! Get away from me!”

Taehyung frowned. You were really getting on his nerve. Was he not a good boyfriend? He spoiled you with gifts, spent all his time with you and he never cheated on you. What was he doing wrong? He thought to himself. “Why is my perfect, little, angel acting out? Look at me, angel. Tell me what I did wrong? Did you fall out of love? Did you find someone new?”

You look at him, dumbfounded. “Taehyung, you’re trying to control me! You’re making my decisions for me. I can’t go out alone, and if I do, you stalk me! Then you get possessive for no reason! You almost killed my bestfriend because he gave me a hug! You take things too far and you don’t trust me even after being together for years! You just want to control my life and feel like I’m suffocating when I’m with you.”

You could see fire in Taehyung’s eyes. He raised his hand, ready to slap you but before he could, you slapped him and ran for your life. You were light headed and weak, however if Taehyung finds you, you’ll face severe consequences.

Jungkook

Jungkook was going on and on about you going out with your male bestfriend.

You texted Jungkook last minute because you knew if you had told him earlier, he wouldn’t allow you to go. You simply messaged him, “I’m going out with Namjoon, I’ll be home by 6pm.”

Jungkook was livid. He called you multiple times but you were too scared to pick up. Finally, his 7th attempt was when you decided to pick up.

“Where the fuck are you?! I’m coming to pick you up right now.”

“Jungkook we just came to the restaurant, I’m not leaving.”

“Do you think it’s appropriate to go to a restaurant with another man?! What if people think you guys are dating, huh? You’re a fucking cheater. Tell me your location, now!”

“For the love of god, I’m not cheating on you! Namjoon and I have known each other since middle school. I’ve known him longer than I’ve known you. We are nothing but friends.”

Jungkook was pissed. He hung up the phone and went home. He poured himself a glass of whiskey before sitting down on the couch. He was waiting for your arrival. It was 5:54pm when the front door opened. You were right on time.

“See, I told you I’d be back by 6pm. I don’t know why you have to make everything such a big deal.”

“While I’m working my ass off, you’re out with another man.” He said, putting the glass of whiskey down.

“I work too, Jungkook. And I’m a full time student. If you want to get even with me, go out with your female friends. I wouldn’t mind at all. As long as they remain friends.”

Jungkook stood up and starting walking towards you. “So, you can cheat, but I can’t?” A taunting smile took over his face.

“Again, Jungkook? I am not cheating on you! Namjoon is just my close friend. That’s all. Nothing more or less.” You said, crossing your arms and unconsciously stepping back.

“Stop lying. Just tell me now and maybe I’ll forgive you.” You scoff and roll your eyes. “I don’t have time to deal with you, Jungkook. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, because you were fucking around with Namjoon, right?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned around to leave but Jungkook pulled you back, harshly. Instinctively, your hand landed a heavy slap on his face. Unexpectedly, Jungkook slapped you right back — but a lot harder.

You winced as you held your warm cheek. Hot tears gliding down your face. Without thinking twice, you made a run for the door but Jungkook tackled you to the floor.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

You can make your own ending:)

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