#whyyyy are they trying to fuck each other?

[think-like-a-poet]

Traitor- CL16

Part 1- Traitor ( you are here)

Part 2- Take me back to the night we met

Part 3- Bust your windows out your car

Boyfriend Charles Leclerc x singer Fem!Reader

Summary: You found out that your boyfriend cheated on you and your friends help you pack up.

wc: 1200+

A/N: I am using Alex for the photos, but of course no hate to her.

F1Gossip

F1Gossip: Charles Leclerc spotted on a yacht with a mysterious woman. Are Charles and singer Y/N L/N, his 'current' girlfriend, broken up after five years of dating?

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Cl16ferarri: Charles nooo

Y/NisBest: All Men do is lie

F1Ferarrifan: I can't defend you anymore Charles. WHYYYY

Y/n/Charles: They were suppose to get married.

-> clsuppermarcy: they were together for 5 years. How can that not mean anything to him???

Lovegossip: Maybe they just broke up. He didn't have to cheat.

User682: Home wrecker

LebeYN: I feel a new album coming

-> SingerF1: I hope so

HateYm: Finally, i hated her

-> Supportynalways: Fuck off

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You couldn't believe it. When you opened up Twitter and saw that your boyfriend, now an ex-boyfriend, was trending you didn't expect it to be because of this. Charles had been spotted with a woman on a yacht. They were standing to close to each other, to close to be friends. Your gut feelings were confirmed when you saw the next photo. They were laying on a sunbed, this woman on top of Charles, making out. The next photo was Charles kissing her, it kept going.

You had felt sick to your stomach by the look of it. How could you be so stupid to let this happen. He had told you that he was going to a meeting with his team. Well this looked highly unprofessional and definitely a job for HR. Did those five years mean nothing to him?

You had gotten up from the couch to pack your bags. You were still in your apartment, in Charles apartment. You tried to get everything in your suitcases, not wanting to go back and see Charles. You know that if he asks to forgive him you wouldn't be able to resist him.

You heard your phone ringing and saw that it was Pierre. Not knowing if Pierre already knew and wanted to talk about that or if it was an emergency, you picked up. "Bonjour Pierre," you greeted through the phone. You placed the phone on the duvet so you could continue while speaking. "Salut, are you okay?" he asked right away. Was Pierre really asking you this, probably knowing what is going on. Being Charles' s best friend he should not be doing this.

Placing some clothes inside the suitcase you answered "Never been better," The answer was filled with a thick layer of sarcasm. Tears were now streaming down your face as you tried to keep your breathing steady. "I am going to get you with Kika. We will be there in 20 minutes, please don't leave." you heard a car start in the background and you couldn't believe what was happening. Even though you, Pierre and Kika were close, you were friends with them because of Charles. Charles had been the one to introduce you to his best friend, who later became one of your closest friends. "You don't have to. I can just take a cab to the airport, you don't have to ruin your time." you snicked.

You heard a voice in the background of the phone and before you knew it Kika's voice was filling the phone speaker. "Hello Honey, don't even try to resist. We will pick you up. You are in no state to be alone. We will get some take out and watch a movie. " you smile at her comment. You love her for this.

"Wouldn't it be weird for Pierre. I mean that jerk is his best friend." you heard a soft 'put it on speaker' before hearing the french mans voice again. "He is, but not right now. I don't tolerate cheating. I will not take his side on this." laughing you finally agree with their suggestion of picking you up. "Alright, I am still packing so you don't need to be so fast. I am trying to get five whole years into two suitcases. "

Everywhere you looked in the apartment it reminded you of Charles. He had asked you to move in after 1 year of dating and you had abruptly moved all your possessions into his apartment. It had become your home. You had filled it with furniture you found in stores. Your plants were in all the Corners and there was no way to take those all with you. Pictures of you and Charles were standing on your nightstand, his eyes looking right at you. Had you been so blind to see that it was all fake?

He hadn't even tried to call you after the gossip was all on the internet. You knew that he had seen it, that boy was always looking up his own name. He had to know what people were thinking of him. He had seen the pictures, seen the way people were thinking and he didn't even try to talk to you.

You heard a knock on the door and screamed that the door was open. Not even ten seconds later Kika was by your side and took you into a hug. "I am so sorry honey. Men are truely awful." you couldn't help but let tears stream down your face as your wrapped your arms around the Portuguese woman. "Don't let your boyfriend hear that." you joked and

"I am not here to judge, only to carry your stuff out of here. I have an extra box for your books."He held up a big carton box, two more laying next to him "I don't know if everything fits if you need more stuff in these, but at least more than those suitcases. " Pierre walked towards the bookshelf which was mostly filled with your books. You have always adored reading, but because of your singing career you didn't have much time for it. "Just tell me which one are you favorites and I put them all in and move them to my car. We do need to hurry a bit because I know that Charles is on a flight back."

Of course that man was coming back home. That is why she wanted to leave so fast as she could to do everything to avoid that jerk. "If you can grab all the limited edition and hardcover ones first that would be great. For the rest just fill them with what space is left. I am really thankful for your help." Pierre shrugs his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal. He started to place all the books carefully into the boxes. Kika had walked to your bathroom to get your make up and skin care products.

After ten more minutes of packing up and checking if you had all the important stuff, you three left the apartment and walked towards Pierre's car with the suitcases. Kika went to sit next to you in the back and Pierre behind the wheel. "What do you want to eat?" the model asked. You didn't really mind so long it wasn't ice cream. Charles had taken a lot of his own brand home but his trainer didn't let him eat it, so you had been trying to get rid of all those tubs by eating them. "I just want some sloppy, salty McDonalds fries. And maybe a burger."

Pierre had put it on the radio and started to drive to the main road. "McDonalds it is."

Part 2

[maarigolds]

Since we all know how much of a shitshow umbrella academy s4 was, let's revisit the good old days. Here's my reaction to ep1 s1, which I haven't seen in like 5 years:

We're starting off strong with the sudden pregnancy scene: this is how you get the viewer's attention

Cunty shot of Reggie walking with the seven nannies and the seven baby carriers

Viktor playing the violin while all the other characters are introduced 10/10 stunning no notes

Rehab worker saying "We'll see you soon Klaus" and him immediatly overdosing and being reanimated in the ambulance. Now we know he probably just came back to life by himself!

"You got big, Luther! What's your secret, protein shakes?"

Pogo!!! I missed you, you ape butler!

Baby Viktor leaving sandwitches for Five 🥺🥺🥺

Klaus-Allison alliance going strong since the beginning I see

"Did you see Diego?" "Yeah, with that stupid outfit" "Do you think he wears that thing in the shower?" I love siblings being siblings

Ok I had forgotten about the Allison and Luther thing. Maybe it wasn't ALL great.

"Dad, could you just stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"

"Ok, sorry, I'm just gonna go murder mom, I'll be right back"

Klaus is seriously the best

Bank robbery flashback!!!

"Guns are for sissies! Real men throw knives!"

"That's one badass StApLeR" god I miss five's voice cracks so much

*Ben covered in blood* "Can we go home now?"

Back to the present with Klaus spilling Reggie's ashes lmao

I THINK WE'RE ALONE NOW AKA BEST DANCE SCENE IN TV SHOW HISTORY

No seriously Diego absolutely killing it, Luther doing the hand-krabs, Klaus dancing with the urne

And then boom! Five is back! Honestly iconic entrance

Also Klaus trying to stop a temporal anomaly with a fire extinguisher whyyyy lmao

Five interrupting his speech about the future to look Klaus up and down and 100% seriously say "nice dress"

Klaus responding with "ah, danke"

"That makes no sense" "well, it would if you were smarter"

Also unrelated but Viktor being such a shy wallflower in s1... he's come such a long way!!!

Luther throwing reggie's ashes on the ground "probably would have been better with some wind"

Luther and Diego beating the crap out each other. Viktor: "stop it!" Klaus: "hit him!"

Also Klaus trying to protect Five and him having none of it, too cute

"An entire square block, 42 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, and not one single drop of coffee" "dad hated caffeine" "well he hated children too, and he had plenty of us!"

"Alright, guess I'll see you guys in another ten years, when Pogo dies" Diego please 💀💀

"You know, every time I close my eyes I see a diarrheatic hyppo about to shit on my face" this was robert sheehan improvising and honestly what the fuck how does someone even come up with that

The Istanbul was constantinople fight was honestly art. This was really the moment I knew I would love this show with all of my heart. Also masterful way to show exactly who Five is in just a couple of minutes

BEN!!! I MISS OG BEN SO MUCH!!! He was baby

Five going to Viktor when he needed help. Honestly we should have gotten more of them being besties it was so good

"The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it" and that's how you end a first episode! I'm hooked! Except I'm not cause I know how it ends 🫠

Well this is it. This show was honestly so good in the beginning. I have no clue what happened. At least we'll always have season 1.

[dr-spectre]

Ranting about Salmon Run...

As someone who loves this mode and thinks it's the best multiplayer mode in Splatoon 3. The scale system in it is dogshit and needs to change in the next game. It's genuinely awful and terrible game design in my opinion.

In order to get scales you must encounter a King Salmonid, the amount of scales you get is determined by your current rank and if you win or lose. Now to even get to a King Salmonid, you must do several matches to increase the chance of encountering one. Guess how long each Salmon Run match is... 300 seconds/5 minutes. Actually it's a little bit longer than that because you have to take into account queuing times, the wait time at the start of the match and the 10 seconds you get to prepare in each round.

Let's say you need to do 5 matches to even encounter the King Salmonid, you have to go through a little over 25 to 30 MINUTES to get a CHANCE to fight the king. AND GUESS WHAT! EVEN IF THE ICON IS FULL! THERE'S STILL A CHANCE YOU WON'T EVEN GET TO FIGHT A KING!!! WHY!??!? WHY IS IT LIKE THAT!??! I WENT THROUGH 5 MATCHES WHEN THE BAR WAS FULL AND YET I DIDN'T ENCOUNTER A KING AT ALL!!!! IT WAS A GIANT WASTE OF TIME!!!!!! (aside from ability chunks i guess) I GOT OTHER GAMES TO PLAY!!!!!

This icon is a fucking lie, a god damn lie i tell you! Even if it's full, your other teammates have to have theirs full as well apparently. So.. YAY! AWESOME! ughhhh........

Now let's talk about when you actually get the scales, there's a very high chance you will get barely any scales because you lost and you're in a low rank, OR, you won't get a single gold scale for several Xtrawaves. Meaning you have to go through the process of building up the meter again and again AND AGAIN to get a chance to get a single fucking gold scale. Do you see the issue here? The insanely long grind? It's fucking horrible.

Oh yeah and by the way, the chance of you getting a gold scale gets higher when you're in a higher rank, however this becomes an issue when you realise that the higher ranks are REALLY REALLY hard and it's near impossible to make it to the Xtrawave unless you have an amazing team. So yeah, good luck trying to maintain a high rank and actually beat the King Salmonid to get a chance of getting a gold scale!!!!!!!

Man... This is giving me a god damn headache.

Now, let's talk about the rewards you get. I'm gonna come right out and say it, you are never EVER getting any of these rewards.

Unless you actually hack the game or you abandon every aspect of your life just to get a bunch of fucking pngs for your splashtag, you will never EVER EVER EVER GET THEM! They are flat out impossible and if you see someone have any of these, they are a hacker and need to get reported.

And the gear that people actually want, well... LOOK AT THIS!

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY 800 BRONZE SCALE ITEMS!??! WHY?!?!?! WHYYYY?!!?!? Sometimes in Xtrawaves you may not even get 10 OF THESE! SO WHY MAKE IT TO WHERE MOST OF THE GEAR PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANT 800 GOD DAMN SCALES??!? If you got like 30 or 50 each time then maybe it would make sense, BUT NO! IT'S LIKE 5 TO 12!! WHYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been playing this game since launch and i only have the Octoleet Armor. THAT IS IT! There is a difference between rewarding the player and just doing monotonous grinding.

I am glad that Splatoon doesn't do what other games do nowadays and just has microtransactions to skip through grinding and pay an insane fee for currency. But like... Overwatch 2 is less grindy than this, you can comfortably get skins in that game for characters you like just by doing challenges and playing a bit of the game every day, and that game has SKINS THAT COST 58 BUCKS AUD!

That's all i wanted to say, I'm getting a headache just typing this because my god man, this is just awful game design and a poor way of rewarding the player and keeping retention time. Truly awful.

[dirty-droid]

So I played through some more dbh last night and woke up thinking, God, there is a good reason Markus and Kara, and their respective companions never got as popular as Connor and Hank. Literally The Bridge is surrounded by the most *do everything for absolutely no reason* chapters, and there's no comparison.

First the Kara chapter wastes your time, she barely gets any small talk in with Luther, then the car breaks down, then you're just doing tiny tasks, doing a shitty sum up of her story so far when Alice asks you to make one up- they could have done something interesting with that story but they chose not to, literally anything specific anything that would function as a parallel to their journey would have actually had some value. Then you barely start a conversation with Luther, where are you maybe get a hint of his personality before we're back to just talking about the plot and Alice, but then it's over again and you meet the Jerries and you learn almost nothing about them.

It is a chapter where you do nothing interesting, and you learn almost nothing about the main characters, for a downtime chapter, I expect character development and get barely a sneeze of it. There is so much room and so much time for you to really push and question your main characters but it just doesn't get used.

Honestly I think the protagonists all could have probably really benefited from the audience getting to hear their internal monologues if they weren't actually going to talk to their companion characters, but even that would just be a substitute for decent writing.

Either way, after that, we come back to Connor and Hank, who do almost no tasks in this chapter, *but spend the entire time TALKING.* They talk to each other in a constant volley back and forth for the entire length of the chapter and it's probably one of the best chapters in the game, it's certainly one of the most important in their story. You spend the entire bridge scene learning more about Hank and Connor's inner worlds, and how they think, and how they feel, you spend the whole chapter learning so much about their perspectives, this chapter is all about asking the hard questions about both of their individual characters, and the tension is high, it's a straightforward chapter to play, and it really fucking feels like your choices matter here, there will be immediate consequences, not just walking through your environment trying to find the right answer, or being dragged through an interaction. It's just plain good.

And then Markus infiltrates the Stratford Tower, and you get the most boring and useless and frustrating chapter in the game that doesn't seem to serve any purpose beyond looking cool. If Kara's last chapter was only to gain sympathy and create some soft and fuzzy feelings, this chapter is only about looking cinematic. This is probably my least favorite chapter in the game, honestly I've just gotten lost on that yellow ass office floor building too many times, even though I'm very familiar with the game now I still managed to get lost again last night.

I will admit that eventually it does become an opportunity to decide between pacifism and violence but that seems to be the only real development for Markus, and it wouldn't have been hard to make that kind of opportunity in another setting. Because we get next to nothing watching him get past the front desk, or from walking around that floor, just some outfit changes and pretending to be a machine and a little more Android hate in the background, Markus is almost completely silent yet again, there is almost no talking with North once she appears. We actually get more about North's personality here than Markus', she just feels like she has more lines somehow, because sometimes she just talks without it being connected to the plot and Markus never does.

This bit is more speculative, but my fiance and I were going off last night about whyyyy did they have to break into the tower? We're never given any reason for what the steps are and why they are important, just usually pretty important in these mission impossible type scenes, they're usually explaining in a voice-over why they are taking the steps that they are taking. But we get no explanation for why he needs to go to the 47th floor or whatever, No explanation for why he needs to change into a maintenance Android uniform, why North was in the stairwell, how Josh and Simon got in, it's all just handwaved, and whyyyyyy they couldn't have just?? Made a recording and then hacked the station's broadcast remotely and basically just posted the speech? I don't know, it's just a particularly frustrating chapter to play, personally, but it isn't strong.

Either way, you've got two chapters with next to no character development, that just have a lot of empty space and time where the characters could have been talking or could have been doing something else, but didn't because the vibes were more important, sandwiching a simple scene with ten pounds of character development and it just feels weird. And once I noticed it, it just made the Kara and Markus chapters look incredibly weak and poorly written... And conversely, make the Connor and Hank chapter look much, much stronger in comparison.

It's like Detroit become human almost needs it's own type of Bechdel Test, just to show how much they fail Markus and Kara. "Do they talk about something that isn't the plot?"

"Do Kara and Luther talk about something that isn't Alice or getting to Canada?" "Does Markus talk about anything besides his speech for this chapter?" "Does Alice talk at all beyond basic communication with Kara?" "Does Markus or his buddies talk about anything that's not the revolution or just Markus himself?"

... They don't pass a lot.

It's just hard to take these characters above simply *likeable* when they just, don't, ever, talk. There's little to no development for Markus or Kara, and because they've just become deviants, there's hardly any character establishment in the first place, they barely even get the chance to just be flat, because if they don't really know who they are, we don't really know who they are.

Connor and Hank's friendship is more functionally the main plot, more so than the deviant investigation, and for Markus and the team, and Kara with Alice, that's simply just not the case, there is hardly any relationship, they're just in the same boat. This is why Connor got astronomically more popular, and why he and Hank have the staying power that they do.

Markus and Kara just don't ever talk, and Connor does. And I'm fucking mad about it. The amount of time that was just wasted in their stories, I could probably take a damn stopwatch to all the moments where there could have been a little something-something, and nothing was put there. It's not to say Connor doesn't get some quiet moments too but he always gets the chance to make up for it.

Even at the beginning of the Stratford Tower chapter, I noticed that they could have had Simon and North talking about something maybe unrelated when Markus walks up, but there's nothing, only silence until Markus comes in with a plan. And of course we know about every time Luther tries to bring up the fact that Alice is an android, only to be shut down and walked away from. It fucking kills me how much time Mark is has the focus of the camera but it's only so he could look cool for a minute, and share no thoughts of his own, none of his new feelings, everything is only implied and then followed by the action where he is only allowed to be the leader of the revolution and never just Markus. There's a tragedy in that, but they could have driven it home harder by *pointing that out.*

[strxwberry-milku]

𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍

This was requested by @gomussy I hope you like it

- 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝟑𝐥 💋

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 , 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 ? 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 ? 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 .

When it comes to sex Jey is most definitely not ashamed to try out new things in bed and brag to others about how he has you drippin in under a minute , so why is it that every time you bring up the topic of bdsm and wanting him to choke you all of a sudden it’s a problem?

“ Bae i done already told you i ain’t doing that shit ”he said and plopped down next you on your shared bed . “ But whyyyy ? ” you groaned out in frustration still quite not understanding why such a small thing is so hard for him to do. “ Because i said so , now stop asking me questions and come over here so we can watch baddies east together ” Rolling your eyes you crawled up to him and made your self comfortable under the sheets.

A few minutes in you started to get bored , so what better way to past time than to tease your boyfriend ? you positioned your on top of his lap and pretended to situate yourself above his crotch area . “ Tf you keep moving for ? ” he breathed out a laugh and focused his attention back to tv even though you could feel the growing bulge up against your clothed pussy . Kissing your teeth at his dismissal you decided to start whispering nasty shit in his ear , cause if there’s one thing about Jey is he likes dirty talk .

“ I know you want me as much as i want you , so why you keep tryna stop the motion ? ” you questioned looking up at him . Breathing out deeply through his nose he said “ I ain’t tryna stop shit , now turn yo ass around and watch the damn show ”. Scrunching up your face you did what was told and turned back around , however you sure as hell wasn’t gonna give up so easily . Slowly creeping your hand up his thigh you froze when he suddenly grabbed it and gave you a “ i’m bout to fuck that ass up ” look . Grabbing your face between his hands he brang his face closer to yours and said “ You keep pushing and pushing the limit , now i’m finna show you sumn . Roll over on your hands and knees ”. Rolling your on knees you arched your back and spreaded your legs wide open so he could see the damp spot highlighting the centre of your white lace panty .

You couldn’t contain the big grin on your face finally getting him to snap . Getting behind you he used his thumb to gently rub your clit behind the thin piece of fabric . “ Look at you , so pathetic. You were just begging for my attention and now here you are moaning like no tomorrow over a little rubbing ”. Whimpering you tried to grind your hips against his fingers to get more friction “ Daddy pleaseee…” . Snickering he removed his hand and pushed your panties to the side allowing him to see your pulsating pussy clenching over nothing . “ Now see , i was gonna eat you out later , but because you wanna be a desperate little whore imma go in your shit raw ”.

Before you even had the chance to protest you felt his fat tip slowly begin to part your lips like a barrier. You both like out a sigh in content , finally being able to feel each other. He muttered a small “ fuck it ” and began pounding your shit in like he wanted you to feel it all up in ya guts . Letting out a yelp from not being able to take all his dick you try and use your hand to push back his hips but to no avail he just slaps your hands off him . “ Keep your hands forward ” he groaned out stopping for a second to let his spit drop onto dick and then tapped on your clit causing you to moan out even more . “ Give me both of your hands “ he commanded while sliding his cock back inside your slick heat . Listening you gave him both of your hands behind your back , and just like that he was of again using your hands like a bondage of some sort to fully make you feel all the curves and bumps on dick .

“ ohhhh… fuckkk” you whined out and moved your hands downward to rub your clit . Slapping your hands away he leaned over you and grabbed your neck from behind “ who told you to touch my pussy huh ? my dick ain’t enough for you ? ” weakly nodding your head you closed your eyes feeling overwhelmed from the way he hitting inside you so good and deep . “ I thought so . Is this what you wanted all along ? for me to treat you like a dirty slut hmm ? well you could’ve been asked from the beginning ”. His hips started to stutter letting you know that his orgasm was fastly approaching just like yours . You couldn’t even mutter a word , all that was coming out was breathless pants and whines . Then it hit you all at once like a powerful wave . “ Daddy ! ” you shouted out coming all around his dick almost collapsing in complete bliss . “ Shittt ” he mumbled quickly pulling out his dick and releasing his cum all over back .

Letting go off your neck he got up went to retrieve a wet rag from the bathroom but by the time he came back you were already knocked out . Laughing he got back into bed with you and whispered “ I hope you’re happy now babe ” and kissed your forehead.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 💋

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : Ik this is shit and looks rushed but i hope you like it bae . Ps sorry for any mistakes.

[stusbunker]

Spotless: En Cédant

Chapter Twenty Two

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Lee, Bobby, Sam, Annie, Kevin (mentioned)

Word Count: 2541

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, Aromantic Bela, more hints at bisexual Dean, unbeta'd

A/N: Dean's magazine interview is released and he asks a question he regrets.

Series Masterlist

Dean walked into the auditorium they’d been leasing for rehearsals with a gas station coffee and what John would have called a ‘piss-poor’ attitude. Sam had stayed over at Madison’s and gotten his own way to their last pre-tour play through. It was one of those rare mornings where their place felt too big, and Dean couldn’t kick the feeling that something was missing in his daily life. But it was too early for a pity party and too late to turn around and play hookey.

Not that he’d even dare that on this tour, not this close to showtime.

The energy in the hall did little to ease Dean’s annoyance, filled with quiet conspiring. Each person he nodded at seemed to be hiding a smirk or trying not to laugh out loud. Once he got to Lee, he’d had enough.

“Okay, what the fuck is with everybody today?”

Lee shook his head. “You don’t know, you poor bastard. Have you seen Trouble yet?”

“No— whyyyy?” Dean scanned the room littered with roadies and band members, lounging over the stage and the first rows of seats. 

“Look, man, it’s easier to show you than tell you.” Lee reached into his back pocket and pulled out a rolled up magazine, which was not what he was expecting. His sources of embarrassment primarily spread online these days.

But then he looked down and saw his own smug face staring back at him.

“Holy shit,” Dean said in a whisper.

“She’s got like a whole box of these, everybody’s read it or is currently reading it. It’s almost like you’re famous or inspirational or some shit.”

“Some shit is more like it,” Dean muttered and flipped to the page number next to the tagline, ‘Phantom Traveler’s frontman Rides the Road to Redemption’.

“Hey! Get your own!” Lee snatched the magazine out of his hand before he could get past the shot of him in Baby’s driver’s seat, eyebrows furrowed in the side view mirror.

“You sonuvabitch,” Dean threatened and went to steal it back when Bobby appeared with his ruffled mustache of disapproval.

“Okay, Fabio, go find Trouble, she’s got a whole case of those you’re supposed to sign before we get started.”

Dean wiped his face with his palm and braced himself for a long ass day. “Okay, any idea where she is?”

“First dressing room,” Bobby replied. “Don’t take too long, we want to run through some old stuff with Kevin so Charlie can plan out some lightwork with it, then we need to talk setlists for this weekend.”

“Yeah, of course, uh, I’ll be right back,” Dean said, turning to head to the pit. He turned and added over his shoulder. “At least I hope so.”

It was worse than Dean thought, but somehow also better than he’d expected from Meg.

Sam sat backwards on an old makeup stool as he read the article out loud, “‘even his timeless good looks couldn’t save him from the storm of controversy he unleashed after punching out photographer, Jared Bender, alienating his keyboardist and lifelong friend, Cas Novak to the point of leaving the band, and forcing his manager and mentor, Bobby Singer, to cancel their last North American tour with two months left.’”

Sam made a visible ‘yikes’ face and continued on as you listened, moving stacks of magazines around into manageable piles along the counter. 

“‘The man sitting across from me was neither the cocky dipshit I interviewed six years ago, nor was he the unstable egomaniac who caused those around him to walk on eggshells during their last tour. He was oddly zen, blunt as ever, and refreshingly humble.’---- Ha! Christ, did you pay her off?!” 

Dean decided he’d heard enough and cleared his throat. You froze and turned, but Sam just grinned wolfishly at him through the old spotted mirror, completely unsorry about being caught.

“There you are! Hot off the presses, man.” Sam flipped the copy he was reading towards Dean, which he caught against his chest with his free hand.

“Yeah, thanks,” Dean grunted, splashing some of his coffee as he stopped the magazine from falling to the floor. “How bad is it?”

You chuckled. “It’s not— well, for starters, it’s the freakin’ cover! I was not— she was being purposely vague about the whole thing, even which issue it was going to be— I am kind of in shock still.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Dean stared at the cover, unsure if he dared read it with an audience. After the silence got too heavy, he buried his own sick curiosity and looked at you to keep busy. “So, Bobby said you’ve got work for me?”

Dean smiled too late, catching you entirely deflate from his terrible segue.

“Uh— yeah, it’s only 100 copies. We’re sending them out to bundle with tickets for radio stations in every city.”

Dean walked across the small room, set down his coffee beside Sam’s rumpled magazine, and picked up one of the metallic Sharpies you had left out. “You sure they want just me signing these?”

“Dude— none of us are in any of the pictures. And besides just verifying some details, she didn’t interview any of us.”

Dean spun on his heel. “She asked you if I was lying about stuff?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t like that— it was more of her trying to catch you in consistencies.”

Dean raised his eyebrows at how that was exactly what he had said.

Sam huffed and started rambling. “I mean it was about the tone of the album and the cohesiveness. It wasn’t bad, God, okay?!”

“You’re not really reassuring me here, Sammy.”

“Look, I’m gonna go set up.” Sam stood up. “But, we’ll talk it out once you’ve read it, okay? Just get these signed, so we can figure out everything upstairs. Maybe then Bobby doesn’t have an aneurysm.”

“We can only hope,” you tucked on, which took the words out of Dean’s mouth.

Dean nodded, sighed, and popped off the cap of the marker. “Alright, let’s do this.”

Sitting around haphazardly sprawled across the theater seats, the band and immediate support personnel plotted the first stretch of the tour. Dates were set, venues, everything important, but the minutia had to be finalized so everyone knew where to be and when.

“We’re doing in studio stops with stations here and Vegas. But we are doing phone in interviews with San Diego, Phoenix and Albuquerque. We’ll talk more, but I think we’ve got stuff lined up once we hit Texas,” you rattled off to the group, pen in hand, laptop on your lap and phone in hand.

Bobby had his day planner open on his lap and Annie added things into her phone as you went. Dean kept his calendar app open, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet. Once the tour got underway, things got easier with the practiced dance, but until then he was jittery and brooding.

He hated the build up, but knew it’d be over soon.

“Dean— we gotta talk later, figure out when Bela will need passes. That goes for everyone, please let me know who you’re bringing each night so I can submit the names to each venue.”

“How is that your job on top of everything else?” Bobby asked.

“You want to do it?” You countered, coyly.

Everyone laughed. Lee threw a balled up receipt at the back of Dean’s head, but he just flipped him off.

“Need to get you an assistant,” Bobby muttered, but Dean didn’t think it was a bad idea. 

The meeting continued, plans for press stops and casual drop ins for the first leg were cemented with your approval. The band’s image meant everything to you, not just because it was your job, Dean knew it was a deep seated loyalty and faith in them, both as individuals and as a unit, a family. You worked harder for them than any mere publicist would. 

And that genuineness came through to the fans. 

Then that respect and admiration was reciprocated. Sure, there were ones who were closer to obsessed than others, but even Becky, the fanclub president, had cooled down over the years. Things might get awkward amongst the masses, but it wasn’t dangerous. And it had been awhile since anybody had asked for a lock of his hair during an autograph session. 

He didn’t miss that.

Dean switched apps and snapped some quick shots of the group from where he sat, dazed and tired from the meeting, but still together and looking good. He typed a quick caption to the post: ‘Can’t wait to see y’all again soon, we’re back baby.’ He even remembered to tag the band’s account before posting. But he knew you’d go through and add hashtags and pin people’s accounts to their faces in each shot, eventually.

For now, he was just grateful that he was still doing what he loved with his people.

Not much later, Bobby called it and everybody agreed to meet at Elizabeth’s. After securing all the equipment and hugging Charlie goodbye, Dean helped you haul the boxes of magazines to Bobby’s truck to be mailed out later.

“You want to ride with us? Got that scheduling stuff to hammer out anyway,” Dean cleared his throat and nodded towards Baby on the far edge of the parking ramp.

“Uh, Sam left with Kevin, but yeah,” you said, looking over to Bobby and Annie. “See you guys there?”

“Sounds good,” Annie said.

“Drive safe,” Bobby warned and held the door open for his wife.

Dean felt weird with his empty hands and you bent over with your bag and your laptop case, but you seemed to manage. “How are you feeling about things? How long we got before shit explodes with that article?”

You hummed in estimation, “about nine hours? East Coast will get to it first so it’s gonna be another early day.” 

“Brutal.”

“It will keep me busy, but it will be a good busy. I’m sure of it,” you promised.

Dean huffed. “If you say so.”

He unlocked the passenger side door and held it open for you, the familiar creak in the hinge the only sound in the cement tomb of the parking garage. But it didn’t feel creepy, it felt nice to be alone and out at night. With you.

He let you drag your stuff into the footwell and made sure not to get your sweater caught in the door as he closed it. He rounded the front bumper and got into his spot. “Alrighty, let’s go get stuck in traffic for an hour.”

You smiled at him, without looking up from swiping through your phone.

“You posted?!” you shrieked in surprise not five minutes later.

“With my own two thumbs and everything,” Dean teased back.

“They are loving this.--- Dean, it’s already got like over a thousand comments.”

Hey, he could do the internet charm, when he wanted to.

“What are they sayin’? They pumped to see us live?” 

“Definitely! And then the usual: speculation on Lee and Pam, people begging you to father their children—” you laugh fondly, like at a child showing off a well known skill. “Kevin is starting to get a sort of following, and the younger crowd brings more enthusiasm. Plus, people are already speculating how long during each set before Sam loses his shirt.”

Dean cackled. “Sweaty bastard, even with all the box fans.”

He pulled them onto the freeway and wedged in where he could amongst the chaos, careful to leave breathing room for his girl.

“When you’re all done with that, we can talk Bela at the shows. I’m guessing you meant you want her backstage and easily seen from the audience and all that?”

“Pretty much, but also what works around what she’s doing. She can’t exactly tour with you guys, but we gotta make it look like she’s doing her damndest to.”

You spent a few minutes going through your notifications while Dean turned up the radio a bit to keep him occupied through the stop and go traffic. Must be a game somewhere, he thought passingly.

“So, uh—- how much longer do you think we gotta do this act? Seems like I’m looking pretty good these days in the eyes of the public. And if you’re sure Meg’s article will be good press—”

You put down your phone and turned on the bench seat to lean your arm along the back of it, putting Dean entirely in your focus. He swallowed and looked back at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Where’s this coming from? I thought it was working out good with Bela?” You were trying for neutral, he could feel it. But you were upset. Or alarmed at least.

“It is— just not really sustainable for the long run. Eventually she’s gonna find somebody she actually wants to date and I’m gonna be gone for like the next year.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Bela’s aromantic, Dean. She isn’t interested in relationships at all.”

“Wait— what? That’s a thing? Chicks do that?”

You glared at him. Shit.

He licked his lips and wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans. “Okay, but people probably know that, right?”

“Yeah, but people have a way of thinking that eventually she’s gonna meet the right person and ‘settle down’.”

Dean groaned. “Are we playing up a shitty stereotype? Am I being a bad ally?”

You rolled your eyes. “Dean, shut up. You didn’t know, which I find odd, but I’ll talk to Bela about that.---- And we’re not getting graded on your allyship, because frankly that is an entirely different conversation.”

Dean closed his eyes against the accusation but got back into driver mode quick enough to remain safe. He sighed.

“Anyway, I was just curious if there is a timeline or an escape clause or something when the label won’t cut off my nuts for being officially single again.”

You turned back to face the dashboard and picked your phone back up. “I cannot believe you can’t keep it in your pants for one tour, Dean. Groupies and fucking syphilis boosters cannot be that fun.”

Dean swerved, but righted the car. 

“HEY! Nobody said anything about wanting to get my dick wet! I was just asking a question. You don’t gotta be shitty about it.”

Dean swallowed back his retort about not needing easy hook ups because Bela was more than on board for helping fill that particular outlet, but he had already dug himself into a hole tonight.

He inhaled and worked on calming himself down. He realized he was more hurt than anything, that that’s where your mind went for his reasoning. 

That was how you saw him.

He wasn’t a dog, not anymore at least. And if he had been for the few years after Jo’s death, it was something he had to get himself through. He should not feel ashamed for enjoying life. 

But apparently somewhere along the line you’d grown a superiority complex.

Your opinion shouldn’t matter. He only had to answer to himself at the end of the day. But shouldn’t didn’t equal doesn’t.

Which made him feel even more pathetic.

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Chapter 23: Furia

[noangeleither]

does anyone else still wonder about marcus' place in the whole review (s1e07) equation? like whyyyy was he so obsessed with perfecting a donut? it always bothered me.

sometimes i chalk it up to it being comedic relief but when carmy put his hands on him and he quit, it felt deeper than just a joke about how into donuts he was. i sympathize with him being so excited about this newfound love but it also feels too shallow for me to extend as much sympathy as i do with other characters in that episode who fucked up.

like when you think about sydney, carmy and richie and their place in how that mess started. the whole season led to this episode, and this explosion was bound to happen in some capacity because there was too much history, personalities and motivations going against each other.

for sydney, who represents a radical change. she wants the restaurant to be great. She's ambitious, a leader and creative. but like sheridan road sometimes it can get too much and blow up in her face. which kind of creates this loop of making everything the "thing". etc etc.

richie represents being firm in the past. like yes richie was a raging asshole to syd and carm but with prespective the audience is meant to sympathize with him trying to hold onto the last thing he can, bc everything is changing around him too fast (dead best friend, divorce, co-parenting).

carmy is right in the middle. he wants to fix his brother's restaurant. to fix is to make something better. to change it. he used the Beef to fix his relationship with his brother when that's impossible. hes holding onto the past bc he thinks he can change it somehow.

so with all those factors + ego + the fact that all 3 of them are pretty angry ppl = the review. richie gets stabbed. carmy rages. and syd quits.

but where does marcus fit? the show has never given us a reason as to why exactly he has such an emotional attachment to the donuts that he went into his own little world as every thing was going to shit. i felt like s2 gave a really good opportunity to explore that when he went to coppenhagen but they didnt. or maybe i missed it idk.

[glamrockraybot]

(NOT A "<character> is a robot" POST)

Honestly my favourite current theory for fnaf is that the mimic (who is probably not burntrap but may be glitchtrap) is intending to recreate the events of the William Afton Era™️ to a T, as it was built to mimic by....someone? I mean someone had to build it right.

Anyway I'm gonna lightly explain my reasoning for each of these even though I'm sure most of you have already made these connections before

I mean, we all heard the Vanessa theories already yeah? Not even mentioning her visual similarities to Elizabeth, I think either her or Michael could fit. Both of them were loyal to their father at some point (I don't know why else Michael would go into the Sister location bunker) and they both played significant roles in the story. I think if this was the case I'd wager Vanessa was *supposed* to be Elizabeth, but after breaking free she became more like Michael and hellbent on destroying the glitchtrap virus for good (maybe with a little bit of fire). I could understand arguments for Glamrock Freddy being Michael (even aside from him *literally* being Michael) but I didn't include any of the glamrocks because they serve a narrative purpose already as animatronics.

Gregory is. Obvious. I mean with how similar they look its already sort of suspicious, though Gregory is a little bit more of a fighter than CC. They at the very least share a connection with bear robots. I could see an argument for Gregory being Michael (God is Michael just every character?) But for visual similarities alone I picked CC.

Cassie was theorized from day one to be Cassidy or Charlie or both. I personally learn more towards Charlie but because of Something in hw2 I may be more willing to accept her as the vengeful spirit. I know Charlie doesn't always equal green but Cassie does have specks of green throughout her design, and she seems to be a very kind and caring friend (maybe too kind). Roxy being protective over her near the end is, well, a loose connection to the security puppet but I thought I'd bring it up.

For cassidy I can see this since if Gregory is CC, obviously cassidy and him would most likely talk and maybe be friends. In the picture that is from the logbook which might be cassidy they share a similar hair style. Not identical but, similar. Though I miss Cassie's curly hair </3

Mimic is probably the most obvious connection. William is like. The only human murderer from the original story, so you know, if the mimic is trying to kill people it's safe to say they are probably mimicking him. Though clearly they are not above mimicking other people (Gregory) in order to do this, sort of like what I imagine the funtimes did. I don't necessarily think they are acting like they did in the books where they are just carrying out an order to disassemble mechs, because if they were WHYyyy the need to lure people down there? Hey man I don't think that person you tricked into climbing down here is an endoskeleton I think that's a fucking person. This seems much more malicious, something that would make sense if they based their actions off of a killer from the 80s.

Also I guess Cassie's dad is worth a mention, who may be a parallel with Henry Emily or even Charlie herself. I'm leaning more towards Henry but I could see a case for it. I guess he can always be Michael. Because as much as I like fan interpretations of him he's sort of. Just Like. There. You know to be a foil to his dad.

Anyway I hope this was interesting, or rage inducing. And no I don't like the idea of them being robots of the character ❤️

[a-local-cataclysm]

The burning question.

Geto x f!reader x gojo

Shoko & reader

After abject failure to protect Riko and a very near death experience, you decide to transfer to Kyoto in hopes that you can evolve your techniques and shed the trauma you’re carrying. Over ten years later you’ve been called to return to the Tokyo campus and to the faces you haven’t spoken to in just as many years.

Geto didn’t become a cult leader in this. He’s a lil manipulative, a lil controlling, a lil toxic. Gojo is a little shit, arrogant, abrasive but hey that’s Gojo. Also Shoko because she’s an angel and I love her

So reader may come off as an ass/selfish but I’m trying to write with the perspective that her mind suppressed the memories of the event so she doesn’t really remember what happened. Also, she’s going to try and act overtly normal to compensate for how shattered her mind is, but when those unwanted flashbacks hit her it’s an entirely different story.

Chapter 1: In Bad Form

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“I’m gonna ask them.”

“Absolutely not, that is a terrible idea.”

“Come oooooon how else are we gonna find out the answer to our burning question?” You ask waggling your eyebrows at Shoko suggestively. She gives you a less than amused look and sighs the longest sigh in the history of sighs.

“Your burning question.” She corrected, with heavy emphasis on the your.

“I want nothing to do with this future train wreck you’re setting yourself up for. Honestly, some things are better left unsaid. Trust me.“ Shoko turns her attention back to the body laying on the gurney in front of her. You couldn’t help but watch in reverence as she made the first incision. Her movements were so meticulous and efficient that the thought of seeing Shoko in any other setting seemed unnatural.

You sat and pondered what she said from your spot on the neighboring table. Really wracking your brain as you kick your feet back and forth, playfully trying to catch her lab coat with your shoe. Shoko would fuss later about unsanitary conditions, but since when has that ever stopped you? Plus, you know she’s all bark and no bite. You’ve learned something throughout the years in this friendship. And it’s that you and Shoko are always on the same wavelength. On the surface the two of you seem confusing and unviable, but go a little deeper and you’re as compatible as the gust of wind that kicks up a wildfire. Your bubbly and sarcastic attitude compliments her quiet and calculated one.

She’s the yin to your yang.

It’s also because of this perfectly balanced friendship that she’s sitting here actively trying to advise you against asking Satoru and Suguru if they’re fucking each other.

And come on, everyone knows they are. Sure people will whisper about it to one another. But no one outright asks them. I mean yes, you’ve heard the rumors of Nanami catching them on Yaga’s desk after he pissed Satoru off exceptionally bad one afternoon. Also it’s not like you don’t catch the lingering looks they give each other when they think no one else is observing, and you’re certainly not going crazy when you hear the slip of wet skin slamming together coupled with throaty groans that curl out onto the steam of the communal showers late at night.

Hell just the other day you spied them locking lips and, being the depraved person you are, you got so caught up in the show that you didn’t realize they saw you watching them until a certain pair of cerulean blue eyes locked with yours. So flustered you were that you didn’t notice the devious look they shared with one another while watching you skitter away more embarrassed than ever.

They’re the worst kept secret on jujustu high campus. Hell in jujustu society.

“But whyyyy?” You throw your head back and whine. You may sound like a petulant little child right now, but the tension between you three is borderline unbearable. They know you know, and you know they know you know. Not to mention you’re almost positive they hate you now. Not that you can blame them. It’s all just one giant clusterfuck of a headache and you’d really love to move past it because unfortunately, you do have to attend the stupid Goodwill Event alongside them next week. The worse news being that after the event you’re to move back to the Tokyo campus until further notice. So yeah, diffusing this horribly awkward tension between the three of you is on the top of your to do list.

Shoko graces you with another one of her signature sighs before looking up from the corpse and pointing her scalpel at you threateningly. She ends up giving you a 10 minute speech on the reasons why saying anything to them would be a terrible idea.

“-and finally, you do realize they are two of the strongest sorcerers in modern society. You don’t think that maybe confronting them with a potential scandal would be detrimental to your fucking health?!! Especially with whatever bad blood there is between the three of you.” She grits out, waving the blade haphazardly in the air to enunciate how awful your no good idea is.

You’ve never seen Shoko like this and it has you a bit taken aback so you raise your arms in mock defeat “ok ok i yield! I won’t ask the wonder twins if they’re fucking each other on Yaga’s desk every Tuesday!”

“Oh my god I really wish you hadn’t given me that mental image.” Shoko shudders.

You hop off the table and carefully smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt before you look to Shoko with a menacing smile. You bolt for the door shouting over your shoulder “IMMA STILL ASK THEM!”. Cackling gleefully as you dart down the halls to find your students and start the day. Faintly in the distance you hear Shoko shout back “DON’T YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

———————————————————

Satoru watches you successfully pin one of your students to the ground in a simple takedown. You demonstrate to them the importance of mastering hand to hand combat while the group gathers around you in a semi circle. One student, the feisty blonde, complains about why they would even need to learn these techniques.

“I don’t think I need to worry about pinning a curse down into submission sensei”, her words punctuated with an eye roll directed at you.

You just shrug it off, plastering on your famous crooked grin, and tell them with your sing songy voice that they never know when they may need it. And to “trust me~~”.

But you don’t expand any further.

Satoru thinks back to the day over ten years ago when you nearly bled out in Suguru’s lap. It still feels like yesterday to him. They were different people then, and as much as he likes to think Riko’s death didn’t change him much. Looking at you right now makes him realize that maybe the loss burrowed further under his skin than he thought.

You transferred to Kyoto shortly after Toji nearly severed your arm off in The Main Hall of The Tomb. Citing the reason as a chance to further develop your technique, but he and Suguru know the real reason why.

He remembers opening his dorm door and being met with the sight of your puffy eyes and tear stained face in front him. The watery apologies that tumbled from your soft lips, how your voice cracked with every inflection. He certainly remembers the tightness in his chest, the way it felt like all his heartstrings were knotted together before you pulled them taut with your bitter goodbyes. You promised to keep in contact with them, vowed the distance wouldn’t change things.

You kept your promise. At first.

Calling or texting at least one of them everyday. If only to check in. Then it was every other day and they chalked it up to Kyoto being a more bustling campus.

Then it was once a week, and by then Suguru was on the verge of a mental collapse.

Being a sorcerer had taken its toll on him heavily. He took leave, started seeing a therapist regularly and eventually the old Suguru started to creep back. But you never contacted them during this. When they were at their lowest you left them out to dry. Though something good did come out of your abandonment. They discovered new ways to love each other and flourished together without you.

So maybe Satoru is a little bitter, maybe Suguru is too.

Maybe when he was eavesdropping on the higher ups he caught wind of your name along with the words relocation, Tokyo, and tenured, and maybe that ignited something within his chest. Though he hasn’t decided whether or not he likes it yet.

The sound of screaming students and your bubbling laughter rips him from his daydreams. He looks out at the scene before him and can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him.

Your students tried surrounding you in an attempt to end the training sooner but your technique caught them one by one. Each student frozen in a more ridiculous position than the last. One kid has his face in the dirt, while his feet are suspended in the air, a hand is braced against the ground and the other is pulling at his pants. Gojo quirks a brow, he doesn’t remember you showing him this technique. Interesting.

A hand rests on his back before moving up to his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Out of his peripheral he can see Suguru watching as you laugh at the compromising positions you’ve put your students in.

“That’s new.” Suguru muses. He glances at Satoru, seemingly lost in thought.

“Yeah, so far it’s my favorite. The sheer terror on her students’ faces is hilarious.” Gojo cackled.

On the field your ears perk up and you turn your head to the direction of his laughter and lock eyes for the second time since you returned to campus. Finally you break contact and see Suguru standing next to him. A foreign emotion flashes across your face. To them it looked like something akin to sadness or regret. Gojo makes out a subtle clenching in your jaw before the mask falls back into place making it look like nothing ever changed.

Suguru and Satoru watch as your students clear the field and make their way to the lunchroom. Hesitation sits idly by in their chests as you leisurely stroll behind the kids with your hands shoved in your pockets glancing at your left arm every so often, it seems to be the focal point of your attention now. Then they catch you periodically bending, rotating and flexing said arm experimentally. Like you’re trying to reassure yourself that it’s still attached to your body.

[joesheistyy]

PMS

Am I on my period rn? Yes. Do I just want Joe to hold me? Even more yes. Have I already written something about cramps? Yes. So I’m sorry it’s low key a repeat

——

You and Joe were finally having a chill day. No plans but to relax and recover from your busy schedules.

The morning had gone like any typical morning, breakfast and coffee for you and working out for Joe. But, it was one of those days where nothing sounded appetizing. One of those days where something just felt off.

You had been sitting on the couch watching the news and crocheting when Joe came into the living room. He was still a bit sweaty from his workout.

“Watchu doin babe?” He questioned as he sat down next to you on the couch. A little too close for comfort considering how sweaty he was. You normally wouldn’t mind it, but something about having a sweaty and stinky boy in your personal bubble rubbed you the wrong way.

“Crocheting,” you replied simply with a sigh. Joe leaned into you more, his head resting on your shoulder. You tried to not let it irritate you.

You continued to focus on the stitches as Joe leaned more into you. His weight quickly became too much. You set your project down in your lap and tried to push him off of you a little bit.

“Am I bothering you?” He asked as he sat up, taking the hint that he needed to get off of you.

“No, your big ol head was just getting heavy,” you joked with him trying to lighten your mood. Luckily, he didn’t take offense to that. You two joked about his head all the time.

Joe got up to head to the kitchen to make some lunch for himself. You laid down on the couch, putting your crochet up and deciding to focus your attention on the TV.

Joe came back to the couch after making a sandwich and putting some chips on his plate. He sat down by your feet and began to eat. He knew you absolutely could not stand the sound of crunching and chewing, but he hoped your focus was more on the TV.

He began to eat, after the first handful of chips, you shot him your signature glare of if you don’t quit chewing so loudly I’m gonna blow.

He chucked like he usually does when you send him that glare, not knowing you were majorly PMSing. Joe continued to eat and crunch and you eventually snapped.

“I gotta leave the room,” you huffed in an aggressive manner, grabbing your crochet project and walking to the kitchen.

“Babe whyyyy,” Joe whined out as you walked out of the living room.

“Because I cannot tolerate the sound of you crunching so loud. You know this,” you said forcefully from the kitchen. Sitting at the island with a glass of water and your craft, you tried to calm your energy and focus on the task in your hands.

Joe finished his lunch and came into the kitchen. He saw you sitting at the island and figured he’d show you some love. He came over and wrapped his arms around you. Sometimes when he did this, it almost felt like he was choking you just because of the angle.

When his hands reached each other with them wrapped around your shoulders, you grabbed ahold of his forearms and shoved them off of you.

“Babe what the fuck is wrong with you?” Joe looked at you in a shocked manner.

“Joe I don’t know. I think I’m PMSing bad and I can’t handle many sounds or touching or anything right now,” you stood up to go to your shared bedroom. Joe followed you. While you did love snuggles when you felt like this, you only liked them when Joe didn’t stink and when he was shirtless and clean. His smell calmed you when many others had the ability to make you nauseous.

You crawled into bed, making sure to get under all the layers of blankets. Joe was about to get into bed with you when you held out your hand for him to stop.

“Joseph you have got to go shower if you want to get in this bed,” you said as you held your ground.

“Fine,” he huffed off to the shower.

As you snuggled into the bed even more, you heard Joe get in the shower. You were looking forward to him being clean. At this point in the day, you wanted to be held. Plus, you felt a little guilty for acting the way you did earlier.

Your eyes fluttered shut until you heard the bathroom door open and Joe’s footsteps echo throughout the room. He was wearing his Seinfeld sweatpants and didn’t have a shirt on. You were so lucky that he knew what you needed.

Joe climbed in bed and you scooted over for him to have room.

“C’mere babe,” he said as he got under the blankets with you, pulling you into his large frame.

He knew how badly you loved to lay on top of him when you felt like this. Some periods were worse than others, but the worst PMS symptoms called for snuggles.

You climbed on top of Joe, your head resting on his chest. His arms snaked their way around your waist and rested on your butt. You breathed in the smell of his body wash and enjoyed the feeling of his warm chest. Snuggles like this could solve any problem in the world.

Joe rubbed your back as you drifted off into a nap. After years of being together, he was slowly but surely learning how to take care of you to the best of his ability.

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Sorry this is bad besties, I’m so exhausted and busy lately and I wish I had more time to write 😭 I love y’all, thank you for 450 followers!!!

[butt0nzz66]

So I’ve seen a few posts and felt the need to respond because what. The. Fuck. Why is it to defend Colin you need to tear down Penelope?

There is obvs a lot of discourse going around about the ‘entrapment’ comment and honestly I don’t have an issue with it. He is hurt and lashing out. Someone else posted that when you are best friends you know exactly how to hit eachother where it hurts and that’s what they both did Penelope with her Colin LW takedown and him with this comment. That doesn’t mean they don’t love one another if anything the opposite.

However some people in their defence of Colin have been acting like their first time together was a planned entrapment to get pregnant by Penelope because she knew if she didn’t he would have left her?! I’m sorry what?! Did we watch the same show? Like Penelope isn’t an evil mastermind she is a 19 year old girl who had to develop an alter ego to feel seen by those closest to her and who just found out the love of her life feels the same after saying ew no thanks the season before. Then fulfills her wildest hero fantasy’s saving her from portia and shows her “pleasure she never thought possible”. Not to mention the overwhelming fear she feels of loosing the only person she has left she feels close too. So was she wrong not to tell him right away. Yes obviously. But 1. The writers obvs weren’t going to do that for the sake of drama. 2. She didn’t plan to get banged and knocked up on a couch she didn’t even know how it bloody worked and was swept away with her overwhelming feelings same as him. Seeing as they BOTH KNOW you should not be banging before ya wedding in 1815.

She try’s to give up her true passion in life of writing to spare him the hurt(misguided but his own sister told her to do the same!) then is constantly apologising from the minute he finds out, doesn’t ever downplay his feelings and when she sees the impact her secret has on her new family she puts her head on the chopping block of the queen AND THEN OFFERS HIM AN OUT WITH THE ANULLMENT and the risk of being ruined and pregnant alone(not convinced she knew before the butterfly ball) What more do you want?

In the same way Colin takes time understands his feelings and learns to accept every side of pen and support her not save her. And makes a beautiful and honest confession of love admitting his envy and understanding Pens love for him is as unconditional for him as his is for her.

Which is whyyyy it was so important that the LW secret came out because it knocked both of them off each others pedestals and to see the not perfect lovey dovey side of eachother so that they can build back up to form a very real kind of relationship.

The idea that one of them is the villain is ridiculous and something I see so much online. It’s a hero/villian blame game. Instead of 2 young people who love eachother more than anything else but make mistakes along the way. Ultimately they know their love is worth fighting for. And that’s all that matters.

I’ve 100% come around on part 2 now and can understand it a lot better. I would still love those extra scenes of reconciliation which I feel would have balanced the angst better however we can live in hope series 4 will have that in spades. Same as the adorable kathony scenes(would have loved more of these tbh but Johnny schedule is packed, love this man being booked and busssy)!

[pumpkinsy0]

i need tarry being parents to the siblings hcs PLEASE

tarry as parents w their siblings coming right up anon ☝🏽🤵🏽‍♀️

FIRST OFF darry w curly and angela

•we all already know how darry feels about curly, BUT now that he’s gettin w tim, he HAS to get along w him now🙄

•everytime curly pisses him off he cant even kick him out no more, he just pinches the bridge of his nose, sighs, and goes “ok lets try this again”

•in darrys truck, curlys that kid where no matter if u packed this mf snacks or something to keep him from annoying everyone else around him, he would kick the back of darrys seat while hes trynna drive

•darry and angela dont rlly, have much to say to each other, not even that they hate each other, they just have nothing to rlly bond over, all their convo’s r pretty short and basic like a “so how was ur day 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏻‍♂️”

•i could see darry helping angela w homework, she could go to tim but she dunno where he is and darrys right there cooking dinner

•everything they do together, its just quiet, like theres rlly not much to say about em, they dont hate each other, maybe they giggle about at how crazy curly can b at times, but other than that, they keep to themselves around each other

NOW MY FAV BIT,,,, tim w soda and pony,,,,

•tim would find pony funny, and pony doesnt even mean to be, he does or says something and tim chuckles and shakes his head while ponys thinking “whats so funny????”

•pony and tim r both artist,,,let them draw together and show each other their drawings,,, i could also see tim liking to read a bit, not as much as pony but a decent enough amount for pony to be like “omg???” they have a small lil book club

•pony gets used to tim but also has a but of “oh my god thats tim shepard” feeling within him still, meanwhile tims calling pony small nicknames like little man or somethin along those lines

•tim and soda r like, the most open to each other if that makes sense, they r pretty buddy buddy but not that close, sodas just an easy person to get along w

•while darry has no clue how to interact w curly amd angela, tims over yuckin it up w soda, watching tv

•they rlly only talk during certain parts of the day bc they r busy guys, in the morning they just share like a good morning or something but come afternoon theyre sharing stories over card games

NOW FOR THEM ALL TOGETHER!!!

•they dont even live together, tim was over at the curtis house for a while and curly and angela came over cause whyyyy have u been over there for the past couple days king, we need u</33

•them sleeping on the couches all together watching tv??? awww yeaaa

•the curtis’ took the shepards fishing once (ONCE, it took a bit of convincing to do) and theres a few pics to remember that

•darry makes them their snacks and tim drives the lil bastards to school (and soda to work)

•u cannot escape haitian shepards, darry learned how to speak french in high school and the shepards know french already so im betting all my money that darry and tim could b having a secret convo in french in darrys room “so the kiddos dont hear” but lil do they know, curly and angela r eavesdropping and pony and soda r right there waiting for them to translate

•tims had to get used to pony just waltzing into darrys room bc he had a nightmare and he can handle that, but what he CANT handle is pony standing at the foot of the bed bc pony has a very specific stare and all he sees is his eyes, its like hes the fucking devil child sometime

•they have to constantly argue on wether or not theyre having haitian food or american food, not only for themselves, but for their gangs as well

•speaking of food, the shepards will never get used to soda adding fucking food dye to the food man

[littletheorycrow]

Okay so, this image.

I swear it drives me fucking insane.

LIKE WHAT??????? THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS TO INTERPRET THIS COMIC I SWEAR TO GOD WHY ADMINS WHYYYY!!?!!?

But the members have done a really good job at trying trying to figure out what the comic means.

The theory I like the best is the one Badboyhalo came up with in Phil's 4am stream (the one where he lore dumped on Celbit).

While discussing the comic, Bad says that there's a chance that each row is a different narrative (Think two chapter with a timeskip), and he talks about how in the second panel there's yellow people around the orb, but in the third one the yellow people are gone, so they must have been teleported somewhere else. And honestly that makes sense to me.

The Admins decided to emphasize that the third frame was where the yellow workers were, but they could have just done that by showing the workers. So that means that the workers were definitely not there to witness frame 3.

There's 2 theories here now

Either frame three happened when the workers were on a break/ unavailable, or; something three happened to the workers, and frame 3 is the aftermath.

I personally lean towards the second one, because someone had to have witnessed what happened in frame 3, while also knowing that there were no workers. I think this narrows down the maker of this comic to one of the yellow workers.

Building off of that theory, you now have a good set up for the second row. We have a group of new people, who have realized where they are, and what a future in the federation is like.

One of the yellow workers has a (very reasonable) meltdown and goes "yea no fuck that" and joins another group (prolly the dark Cucurucho from the maze)

End comic. The real question is, how in the fuck does this tie in with the story? Why are we being told this? Is it a warning? Or is it a tip from someone that there are options other than the federation?

Who knows???? Not me that's for sure.

[penaltyboxboxbox]

okay i need to yell about the current charlos worldstate because im thinking so many insane and beautiful things rn but basically

okay okay rambling under the cut

LIKEEEEEEE idk obvs i am sad for the rarris and i want them to do well but its times when the failure appears that reminds me of whyyyy i find charlos so interesting

like they truly do have such a charming dynamic, they have fun together they laugh they find a lot of similarities in one another, and we joke we joke about how charles is like the nagging girlfriend at times and carlos the playfully bullying boyfriend its qualities that when we push into the more like. chaotic and bad side of the ship thats just so WOW

like we already see this weekend a bit of heat from charles that bit of annoyance but hes too polite too nice you get bits of passive aggression here and there he is so housewife coded....

so much of why i like charlos is in all honesty like. using one another as a channel for the frustration towards the team. solace in one another, someone else who UNDERSTANDS, who gets the way youre feeling towards the car towards the team etc etc etc... and it can be so sweet and soft and caring and it can also be sooo toxic and codependent and strange

i love a ship that feels like an uncomfortable marriage but theyre staying together because thats what they committed to. because theyre perfect for each other, duh. he understands what no one else does.

just like picturing charles after he spins out, just waiting watching and brewing full of just. annoyance and shame and sadness and anger but charles doesnt blow up, charles looks pitiful, just a race incident, no one to blame. (no one but himself of course the voice in the back of his head says) and carlos has it all on his shoulders the rest of the way. just trying to get something, anything for the team and he does. until he doesnt and again its not fair none of it's fair and he cant do anything lest it gets worse and they both fail in such spectacularly different directions and if that doesn't describe them so well what does.

The idea of finding comfort in one another against mutual failing, really being them taking out the frustrations on one another. Tell yourselves you just need a rough fuck to feel better but both knowing............charles knowing its punishment, its get better, its be smarter, it hurts and he should say something but be wont because he needs to be BETTER. and for carlos its release but not comfort its release in the way smashing in a window is, slashing a tire, screaming expletives at a retail worker who cant talk back, its taking back some scrap of power to make up for it all. and they tell themselves it helps, they come, they lay in each others arms afterwards and they do it again next time they fail. same failed strategy same failed result.

just a cycle of using each other for harm and calling it comfort but not knowing how to go on without it...its reliable thats for sure 👬 and you push down the guilt or the shame of what you did you ignore the bruises and the words you said and the things you begged for and pretend you dont hold it against him in any way but youve learned nothing can truly be trusted around here!!!! but thats a failure you'll reach when you get to it for now youre apart you'll lick your wounds and come back smiling hand in hand laughing at each others jokes staring lovingly at his smile running your fingers through his hair and for a while the car wont matter until it does . amen.

[reztruck]

I’ve been trying to understand whyyyy trikey is so compelling to me. And that they both have this tension that is on the edge of violence that never gets resolved physically in any way. They will tap or poke at each other but never interact fully physical . they will use their words and rip into each other but that’s all…..and yeah that’s why they should fuck nasty

[save-the-villainous-cat]

amazing, but why the depressing angst like WHYYYY??? WHAT WAS THE REASON??? Yeah but like anyways it was amazing <3 also like out of smut fluff and angst what's your fav???

BECAUSE spoiler

Yknow. The villain and the hero are two very different people. The villain tries to bury their feelings and be distant while the hero tries to avoid their feelings by flirting and wasting their life.

They’re also two very messed up people who do some fucked up shit. The villain murders (more or less) on a voluntary basis while the hero has this little unhinged aspect to them with a lot of spiking emotions and a lot of guilt building uppppp.

Throughout their relationship though, both learn to open up and find someone who is truly understanding them. And it changes them. The villain shows more emotions and saves their hero because they see the potential and pain they have in them to which they can relate a lot.

The hero begins to understand that wasting their time isn’t leading anywhere. They want to start living instead of wasting it. Both see that there is a lot more to the other than previously thought.

And through their trauma and pain, they can bond with each other and learn to communicate a bit more openly.

HOWEVER. This ending had to be written this way because the world is cruel and it isn’t fair. Both have changed for the better but eventually the villain knows they have to go back to the organisation because (1) their sibling is in danger, (2) if they continue meeting the hero, the hero will probably die and (3) they know the organisation will never let them go.

So, having learnt from the hero to open up and that they’re worth having a life, they have to leave with this little bit of hope. However, they are doomed for as long as the organisation has their sibling.

The hero on the other side was a little unhinged and sorta ready to die at any point in the beginning of the story. Like I said, they were wasting their life and had to learn throughout the story that for example oh holy shit they could’ve died in snippet 3 and that, of course, they do like living. Especially because of the villain.

But life is unfair and they had to accept that the villain had to go. Thanks to their naivety (they’re in love after all) they try to convince their enemy, their lover now, to stay with them to work things out but the villain who knows more about the organisation and their methods is scared shitless that they’re gonna lose the hero and their sibling.

Which they simply cannot.

So, the villain had to leave. To save the hero, to save their sibling and to save themselves whereas the hero had to leave to live a good life on their own.

The villain is the hero of the story, if you will.