#i dont know why typing it out made me want 2 cry a bit but. i just love my friends a whole big lot. they mean the world to me and i hope-

[tojisun]

anon from the simon ask here,, sorry if the enclosure thing was to much i didn't know how else to express how insane i am for that man (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) and never EVER apologize for ranting i love it n i get it ! i don't think i ever saw my feeling so well explained in words. also, i completely understand the competence kink thing there's something so hot about a man that knows what he's doing and simon IS that man like he just looks so capable n ready for everything AND THE WAY HE CARES UGH i could cry thinking of the way he silently shows it. when i first started getting involved in cod i thought he would be this cold cold man but after watching a 5 hours walkthrough (i told you im crazy) i discovered this truly intricate character who seems like he feels so much even if he says so little HHH i just love him. for me his size was a principal attractive because duh but also i feel that it screams safety, like nothing can hurt you as long as he holds you but that could be my own conglomerate of issues speaking ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌ over all, n as dumb as it can sound, he's a big source of comfort for me cuz i feel that if there's someone who could understand me it definitely him.

anyway im looking forward for the new works, i already know they r going to be amazing, and sorry for the long ass ask you can ignore it if you want <3

DONT APOLOGIZE FOR THIS ASK, IM DEVOURING IT!!! thank you for interacting back btw like oh my god i dunno how else to express how ?-$,&2$:$!: i am for this man and so seeing my ramblings be mirrored back makes me so happy 😭🫶🏼 also dont worry about the enclosure thing hahshshd made me laugh so hard, swearr

AND YOURE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING!!! theres something so fucking attractive about a man whos exceptional at what he does. the authority that underlies his competence because well you cant help but trust him; you cant help but want to trust him. AND THE WAY HE CARES??? THE WAY ITS THAT SILENT TYPE??? i (still) dunno much abt him but just like u, i thought hes those cold guys whos a lil bit of a lone wolf yk? then i found out that those dad jokes he kept cracking for soap was to ensure soap doesnt pass out because hes been shot?? i didnt expect it from him tbh but i think thats why i started spiralling harder – seeing how hes just a caring man!!!

N HHHHH THE SIZE AND HOW HES YOUR SAFETY?? ITS LIKE YOURE PEERING THROUGH MY MIND RN??? im sorry in advance bc ive been overusing this phrase but his size, on top of his personality and skills, makes me feel small but in a safe and tender way. does that make sense?? like, when he holds you, it just feels like he’s folding you within himself before tucking you in the pockets in his chest. and hhhh i cant stop envisioning the way that when he loves, it feels like safety and comfort; security and steadiness. LIKE you fit perfectly in his arms, under his chin, your face pressed on his chest where you can hear his heart beating. because he’s alive and he’s safe and he’s back home with you because he’s found a home in you. yk???

I JUST. I THINK THAT DYNAMIC SUITS HIM N YOU SM – HES YOUR SAFETY BUT YOURE HIS HOME RAAAAAHHHHHH hope that makes sm sense bc im typing this w my heart lodged into my throat and ik im rambling all over the place. im just so into him, its so 😭

“i feel like if theres someone who could understand me its definitely him” YEA. JUST, YEA

thank you so so much for ur support omg 🥹🫶🏼 im like a puddle rn its hdhjwjdjd thank you again for this ask darling <333 im sorry that my response turned out long (again) and hhhh sorry for the sporadic capslock usage 😭 take care sweetheart 💘💘💘

#anon #ask #simon is just.. wow yk? #an absolute unit of a man #the way i need him in a visceral way is just. WOW #i cant even explain past me overusing ‘HE MAKES ME CRAZY’ 😭 #but yea! thank u again bb for this ask <333 #simon ghost riley

[carpisuns]

hello! i saw your tags on that ''if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills'' post, and i just wanted to say that i love your writing SO much!!! like.. all of your fics that ive read are so good!!!!!!!! whether youre aiming for a more silly, goofy vibe or heart-shattering angst you do it so well and im amazed at your talent!

''tell me something i dont know'' is one of my all time favourite fics and i remember how much i enjoyed reading it (and crying my eyes out at 2 am adjahsf), and ''where roses bloom'' absolutely broke my heart in the best way possible!! And i loved your collab fic with botherkupo, ''two idiots and a hamster'' SO much, i seriously had to try very hard not to laugh ahdjskdhf. OH and im not in the toh fandom, but i did read ''The Death-Defying Flirting Methods of Captain Willow Park'' and i really really enjoyed it!! like i said, you write both angst, humor and romance so well and your writing is such a beautiful mix of everything!

Youre one of my fav writers on here, and i think that no matter what your goals are for writing, they definetely leave a big impact on your readers- your fics have made me laugh, cry and quite frankly im obsessed with them! I know insecurities dont simply Vanish from one ask lol, but i hope you know how much you and your fics (AND your art and just. in general youre such a nice person) mean to me, and all your other readers! <3333333

I kept this in my inbox for a bit bc it’s just so kind and I didn’t know how to respond 🥺 and then I started answering but didn’t finished and saved it in my drafts and forgot SHSJSK anyway. Thank you so so much!!!!

i reblogged that post kind of in solidarity with other writers cause i know insecurity is something everyone deals with. it’s weird because I feel like at all times I’m simultaneously confident and insecure about my writing lol. I have enough experience/training that I know I can like put together sentences and paragraphs lol but I still fret over pacing and style and characterization and stuff like that a lot. the insecurities make me feel kind of silly bc I feel like at this point i should be over them!!! but I can’t help worrying about how my work will be received by the audience. i am always at least a little nervous to post something new, and sometimes I am very nervous! Cause I just don’t know if it’s gonna land the way I intended.

And the most frustrating part for me is when I read something REALLY good and sometimes feel like pouty and jealous I guess lol going “ugh I could never write like that! I should just give up!” I feel like such a baby!! but I get over it quickly and I’m sure I’m not the only one who falls victim to Pouty Little Binch syndrome. (I mean I hope I’m not the only one or that would be extra pitiful 😂)

Anyway it helps me to remind myself that it’s a good thing that I don’t write the same way my fav writers write! we all have our own ways of thinking and expressing ourselves, and even when we take inspiration from someone else, the Us-ness of our work is always gonna come through. If that makes sense. like if my fav writer is So-and-So, it’s really awesome and cool to enjoy the So-and-So-ness of their work and break down why I enjoy it so much and even incorporate some So-and-So-type flavors in my own writing, but at the end of the day my writing will always be full of carpisuns-ness and that’s cool too! I just think as creators we are so close to our own work and we’re so in the weeds about it that we don’t get a clear view of it like a reader does when they’re coming to it fresh, and that makes us sometimes judge it unkindly. More often than not, your work is better than you think it is. Sometimes when a creator I admire feels down about their work I just wish I could let them borrow my eyes and see it how I see it, because it’s really amazing and makes me feel so much!!

Anyway, I probably got off topic lol but I just wanted to shout out to all the writers who are feeling down about their work. You are doing amazing sweetie!! Better than you think. Dont stop writing.

this is seriously such a kind message and it means so much to me that you would take the time out of your day to write this! 🥺💜 people like you who go out of their way to make others feel good are such a treasure. Im glad you enjoyed those fics!! And that u even read one of my toh fics when you’re not in the fandom? aaaa I’m honored! Blowing u kisses

#anon #ask #nice things

[nyaarr]

Hi, i just wanted to say quickly that im rlly inspired by your WFI series on ao3, so much so i wrote my own fics (id love for u too have a tiny look at them🙏). I just think it's really good, even though the ending left me crying a little😭 I wondered if youre going to do any more Anahardt stuff at all? I understand youve slowed down since ow isnt for you anymore, and thats totally understandable. I just had a few questions;

-Were there any ideas you had (old and new) for fics, or headcanons or stuff that never made it into an actual post/fic? If so what were they, id love to know

-Ik u said WFI part 3 wouldnt come out, but i was thinking if i could write it for you instead? As in, you tell me about your ideas you had for it, and why it never took off, and perhaps i could write it myself? sort of like a little reboot. if not its totally fine👌im not offended.

But yk, if you ever get any ideas of picking the hammer back up, dont hesitate to let me know. love ur work btw, super awesome!

Hii!

First of all, thank you! You're very kind :) I would love to read your stories, and surely other people here too, so hit us with the link.

Blizzard killed the love I had for Overwatch. Not for the characters, you know, but the game itself. They destroyed WoW first, then came for OW, and I'm pissed. I'm so pissed I uninstalled both months ago and grieved what we could have had.

I have a short anahardt story almost finished. :< It's another "they get together" type of story. I really enjoy watching them get close I guess :3

I also have another big story that I'll never finish: an OW + Pacific Rim crossover that was going to be about Rein and Ana. It's actually two stories, because I never could decide which plot I liked most, so... I kind of wrote both in paralell :_) I might actually post the first chapter as standalone one of these days.

I had a million ideas for WFI3 and 4, some of which were written down in different grades of completioness. Since I dropped the project quite some time ago, I only really remember that I put on paper.

WFI3 was going to be a mashup of short stories happening on different years instead of longer chapters. I wanted to cover around 20 years or so, and this seemed the best way forward. It was going to start from where WFI2 ended, kind of fix things so that they were in friendly terms again but strictly nothing more, and end it with Rein's retirement and Ana's death.

WFI4 was going to be more similar to 1 and 2, and was going to show what Rein and Ana were doing on their own before their met again.

One of the ideas I wanted to explore for Rein --which might have never worked, but anyway-- was having a big discussion with Jack about what happened with Ana at OW headquarters, and then snatching his armour on the way out and becoming a sort of a fugitive (an idea I got from Ironhardt). This was going to be a bit in line about what Sombra said about Brigitte not knowing stuff about Rein's retiremnt. He would be in hiding but helping people until the fall of OW, where the UN would stop actively looking for him. Then Brigitte would join him after he comes to the Lindholm's house looking like what the cat brought : )

They were to go here and there and answer the recall on Gibraltar. Torb and Bastion were going to be there, just like Jack and Ana (with their masks on), Tracer, Winston, and others, and everything was going to go to hell pretty quickly from there.

I envisioned Bastion and Rein's encounter a bit more dramatic that what Blizzard showed us. Blizzard always hinted at Rein having some sort of trouble with his memory and whatnots, which I was going to address at the end of WFI3 (the reason for it) and in WFI4 (where sometimes he thinks he sees and hears things, like a rogue bastion ticking or Ana's ghost -- which happen to be very real).

WFI4 would have some of the ideas of the Anahardt 2018 stories I wrote as well. Particularly the conversation they have where Ana explains what happened to her and why she did what she did-- with the difference Rein wouldn't have caved this time. I wanted Ana to work hard this time to get him back. He deserved it lol.

I wanted WFI4 Ana to be different in quite some aspects, after everything that happened to her. She wasn't going to know which memories she had were real. So in a way, Rein would understand what she was going through. And I wanted Brigitte to be fiercely protective of him, hissing at Ana, so to speak, and telling her to stay away.

I'm all happy that you find inspiration on my stories and that they make you write. If you want to continue what I started, go for it. I won't share my drafts or ideas in more detail, since whatever you write has to be your story, not mine, but the universe is out there so to speak. Go ham. Have fun. And share when you're done!

I'll give you a little parting gift though. The first bit of WFI3:

Sep 2056 -- Sweden

“Yes, I am sure.” Torbjorn rolled his eye, his patience obviously running thin. “It’ll be fine. Aha. Yeah, we have the SUV he borrowed from HQ. Ah, what now?”

There was a moment of silence so poignant that Reinhardt looked at his friend. He was glaring at the coffee table as if he wanted to disintegrate it, but then his gaze softened. 

“That’d be fine, I think. Thanks. Talk to you soon.”

He hung up with a flick of his wrist and leaned back on the bunch of pillows they were sharing in front of the TV.

“So…? What happened?” 

“Dr Shollner seems positive that you’d recover sooner since this time the rest of your leg is not in pieces.”

“That’s a relief!”

“He will perform the surgery in two days, back at the base.”

Reinhardt swallowed. That was not the plan. He was supposed to fly to Sweden, fix his leg in the hospital where Angela’s parents used to work. The whole point was not going back to Switzerland yet.

“I know, I know,” Torbjorn sighed, closing his eye and resting his hand over his midsection. “I tried, but it wasn’t negotiable. The good news is you’ll be back home with us the next day.” 

One night of being on bad drugs. He could manage that.   

“The better news is I’m going with you. So you better behave; I need my beauty sleep.”

“What? No. You need to rest. There’s no need to—I’ve got this.”

“Shut up. I said I’m going, and I’m going,” he snorted softly. “I can do some designing from home, but I’d rather bring some of my equipment here.”

“Designing?”

“For my arm,” he waved his hand, lazily. “And for your armour. No point in having surgery now if the armour is not helping you enough.”

Reinhardt shifted in the pillows. He was not sure how much of his plight was his armour, and how much was just wear and tear. However, he would take armour improvements with grabby hands. 

“And…” He started after a moment of silence, after noticing his friend was still frowning at whatever he learned over the phone. “Can you make it so that I could jump ah, let’s say, down from a building? Like taking a big plunge.”

“No! You should not be jumping off buildings. Wasn't last time more than enough?" The engineer glowered. "What’s gotten into you?”

“Ah, I was thinking it would be really cool if I could be deployed directly from the aircraft. You know, just dropping to the groooound, and boom!”

Torbjorn turned his head towards him, an indescribable expression on his face.

“No more brännvin for you. Or sugar.”

“Aww…"

#my art #overwatch #Wait for it

[aikapwq]

please dont leave.

modern!xiao x gn reader (no specified pronouns)

warnings ; a lil bit of swearing, angsty

today, your boyfriend, xiao, was out playing with his friends. you didnt really have a good mood. it isnt because of your boyfriend or anything — it was because of one of your so called "friend". you've posted on your whatsapp status that you dont want anyone disturbing you because of your bad mood today — and that "friend" kept bugging you trying to figure out what happened and what caused your bad mood.

" y/n, tell me what happened! tell me! or you dont wanna tell me because.. maybe i am the problem? " they asked.

" can you not? im rly trying to calm down rn and youre literally making it worse. " you replied with slight anger

" cmon, just tell me. it wont hurt! " they replied in confusion.

" i literally js told you i dont wanna share anything. do you not fucking understand? just shut the fuck up already. please stop talking to me. " you replied in complete anger. what the fuck is her problem???

after that they finally stopped disturbing you. you felt relieved, but — you have an active channel in telegram where you update everything in your life, the channel's only for your internet friends that are on tele. you were literally so mad you typed angrily,

" why the fuck are they so annoying?? ive already told them to stop talking to me because im already in a bad mood and they wont fucking leave me alone. fucks sake why cant they understand someone isnt comfortable to share their problems out of force. "

you typed a few more paragraphs then finally stopped and turned off your phone. you wanted to get some rest until—

beep! you have received a notification from: "lover 🤍"

"oh, a text from him! lemme see what he said." you thought. you opened your phone to see a long paragraph from him. you wondered - why the sudden long paragraph? and read it, it said,

" hey— um, y/n. i saw your message in the channel, is that directed to me? im sorry if i annoy you too much. i didnt know you were in a bad mood, i shouldnt have talked to you. ill give you some space. but um, yeah. take care of yourself, im coming back late at night. dont stay up too late. goodnight. "

you were shocked. wait— those messages arent even directed to him! why did he think of that in the first place?! there, you were shaking and crying, trying to text him with a blurry vision because of the tears,

" wait— xiao wait— xiao please dont leave me. xiao, xiao please answer. xiao- xiao please dont leave. please, please dont leave. pick up. please just respond i need you! "

you were quite surprised no typos were made despite your blurry vision, but that wasnt the point — today was tbe day your mood wasnt good, and you ruined your own boyfriend's mood because of your vent texts. god you fucked up so bad because today was the day you needed him so bad and yet, you ruined his day too.

xiaos pov;

65 unread texts, 2 missed calls. god, who was spamming me this bad? ill check later.

around 20 minutes later he finally opened his phone to 78 missed texts, 4 missed calls from " 我的爱 🦋" jeez. what do they even want from me?

as i read her texts, i realised she was kinda getting on my nerves.

" xiao?? xiao, xiao please just answer me— " were the only texts i read. too lazy to read the rest. i respond,

" what? "

your pov:

" oh hes online, finally. " you said quietly.

" what? " was the only text you received. did— did he not care anymore?..

" xiao, please just scroll above. i explained everything. i just— nvm just, please look at those messages.. i understand if you need some space and dont wanna talk to me rn. when you come home, sleep on the bed, dont carry me on the bed or smth, im sleeping outside lol. have fun wit your friends. night, im going to sleep. "

you knew damn well you werent. youre overly attached, so when every single minute passes by, you check your phone to see if youve gotten any texts from him. unfortunately there wasnt anything from him. well, youve promised to give space to him anyway. its practically pointless now knowing he wont respond. you should probably just cry to sleep. maybe things will get better tomorrow.

:: a/n — hiii i felt abit angsty today so i um kinda tried writing angst wirh my creativity ig. some of these things are based on true events lolol. oh, thanks for the attention on my Xiao hcs btw ^^ love yall ❤️ please consider reblogging/ liking this post if you like it! follow me too btw :") okiess bye !!

#xiao x reader #xiao angst #genshin impact #fanfics #gaming #Spotify

[handbagman]

I am here to ask about Muriel 👋👋 I need to know everything about this creature STAT

auauuaga

he was like . a water guy originally . water people from the clouds turn into clouds when theyre older he was charlies kid 🙏 he was supposed to take over cloud kingdom when he got older but then charlie and his fucked up eye dissolved half his brain and he started doing fucked up shit . mariel (still a kid) was like OH NAH and bailed . he didnt know what the ground below was like though and landed in ShitFuck Nowhere

ShitfuckNowhere was basically a watery area near a cave . mariel realizing "oh shit i am literally alone right now" started crying and due to some weird stardust bullshit (stardust causes life and everyone has a Little bit of it in them) his tears (oh yeah hes crying over a lake thing) cause the fish under him to Turn into Water people

water people that arent in the ground arent able to turn into cloud people so he accidentally just made a new type of people . his only example of leading anyone was his dad being king so he basically became the king of the water people

meanwhile charlie with his fucked up brain was like "WHERE IS MY SON :-( WHY DID HE LEAVE" and ordered sirius (oh yeah hes here LMAO (he was ordered 2 be a guard when the. Fucked up eye shit started to get bad)) to go find his ass . sirius was like "i mean. he had a good reason t--" and then charlie scared him so he went out to go find mariel .

after a While (a couple years) sirius managed to find them . meanwhile charlie was making this Lightning bolt Thing with the brain power of someone who has half a brainstem . the lightning also fucked up YOUR eyes because something something his stardust being fucked up something.

anyways when sirius found him mariel was doing pretty well 4 himself in terms of "oh hey hes not dead and theres. Other kids (water people are kids in the cloud kingdom but Not Here) as well"

sirius was like "y.yo i found your kid" and charlie was like "WOOOOOOOO OKAY GIVE HIM THIS LETTER DONT FUCKING READ IT. IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER I'M WATCHING YOU WITH A DEADLY [CANNON] THAT CAN KILL YOU ANY SECOND YOU FUCK UP (/vague ref) (ref to gta v sorry)"

sirius dropped down and told a 'guard' (some water guy standing around) to hand it over to mariel . mariel got the letter and was like "huh . someone (charlie didnt say it was him) wants to meet me somewhere for an alliance. idk what a alliance is but hell yeah"

mariel went over to The alliance Spot (some hill with forest on both sides of it) and there was nobody there . he assumed he was early and just Waited longer

MEANWHILE halfbrain charlie is setting up this lightning bolt shit . hes also yelling but considering hes on the highest cloud layer nobody can hear him

he Fires his cool little bolt . problem is that having One Blurry Eye and a shitty Telescope thing and Shit Depth Perception is very good for making you miss . he fucking misses where he was trying to aim (a couple feet in front of mariel) and hits mariel right in the arm, literally killing him instantly

the lightning 1. transforms his eyes to be fucked up 2. tears his arm off 3. electrocutes and kills the fish in his body .

sirius (who was hiding in the forest!! surprise!!!!) was like "WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK" and ran over 2 mariel

Something Something even More stardust bullshit

(sirius isnt actually a cloud person hes a piece of a star person wrapped in clouds and whenever he's feeling too much of anything/doing too much his wounds start bleeding Starfuckshit)

(the lightning bolt is supposed to affect All Eyes that see it (which is why leader also got fucked up cause he saw it) but sirius is Cool and Awesome and only got shitty lightning wounds all over his body)

(he was bleeding everywhere and ran up to mariel and was Bleeding everywhere and his Star(dust) blood basically revived mariel cause it fell in his watery corpse)

sirius doesnt know hes alive again though and goes back up to where charlie is to yell at him because Holy shit he just hit his son with lightning and Why the Fuck did you think that was a good idea you JACKASS and he runs away as well .

mariel revives . wakes up to a "dream" (heehoo clouds correlate with dreams sort of so charlie can See thru his eyes and change his dreams) and mariel was like "WHERE THE FUCK AM I" and charlies like "Come back home bro" and mariels like "WHY CAN I BARELY SEE SHIT" and charlies like "take this.mirror. look"

mariel sees his eyes are like his dads . gets terrified . Immediately starts trying to take his eye out (in his dreams). the second he gets his shitty cloud eye out (from his dream) he wakes up and still scared he starts taking out the other one .

the Dream eye is the eye with the white pupil . the fuckin sans pupil 😭😭😭 dont ask me how that works i dont know either LMRAOOO his other eye (the one thats literally just a hole in his face) is just. a hole in his face

anyways blind as shit mariel is having his body actively transformed (sirius blood shit) (+ hes sort of. evaporating??? not really) and he doesnt know wtf is happening . he cant figure out where his old water 'kingdom' is so he just walks wherever he can 'see' more . he walks like that for a couple weeks before hes found by Leader (WOOOO LEADER)

leaders like "Holy shit dude r you good...." and mariels like "WHAT THE FUCK WHERE IS THAT VOICE COMING FROM"

after a bit of talking mariels like "holy shit theres other people that exist???" and leaders like "yeah lol wanna come over 2 our place you look like shit"

mariel. recuperates over at the fire village 4 a couple more weeks . doesnt eat (hasnt realized he hasnt eaten till after leader kept asking if he needed anything)

MEANWHILE charlie (after yelling at sirius and watching him leave as well) was very Sad . it took him a week to actually get up to pick up his sons body . problem is There was No Body to fucking Pick up cause his son Walked away .

even if mariel just. turned into water and was just a puddle that had no life there still shouldve been fish bones or something nearby . there was Nothing except the 1 eye he ripped out

charlies obviously like "HES ALIVE!!!!!!" . searched around the water kingdom (threatened like. all of them until he was Sure he wasnt there) and was like . "Waaaait a minute. theres MORE people around here! Im even ALLIANCED to one!!!! (the plants but theyre unneccessary atm) Lets go check on the One Other Place here!!!"

he checks the place . threatens everyone . asks leader if he knows . leader is like "nope . never heard of him . what even is water" (mariel is sleeping in leaders house, isnt even aware that his dad is over there)

charlie is like "Hm. Okay!!!!!! If you lied i Will rain on this place So Bad and Kill everyone !!! Have a good day!!! 😁😁😁😁"

(charlie already sent a nice little letter to lindens prior that was like "have you seen a water guy with COOL and NOT WEIRD eyes" and lindens response was just "nuh uh" so he didnt check)

mariel wakes up later to leader being like "Dude. Dude you need to go . Right now . i have a little Box and we are going to Ship you over to the Plant dudes cause its Very Large over there"

mariels like "wtf happened" and when he finds out hes like "Oh. Uh. Okay ☹️ will we meet again" and leaders like "Not for a while bro . you can probably visit later (in a couple months/years) though"

mariel was almost done being turned into the weird . fluffy purple thing he is so when he got in that box he basically just. his liquid goop form got hardened and he basically erupted like a fucking butterfly out of there .

mariel got out to the plant kingdom and then Immediately had the authorities called on him for bumping into too many people and being a public nuisance

(charlie found out leader lied and just Dream tortured him for a while cause he still couldnt find mariel)

the guard that has to escort him away from the public is haynes . haynes doesnt know wtf is wrong with this guy but the guy keeps trying to get out his grasp so he takes mariel all the way over to the plant castle area

lindens is like. "okay. haynes. mind explaining why you brought that here. what is it" and haynes is like "i literally dont know" meanwhile mariel is just like "PUT ME DOWN???? PUT ME DOWN???? PU"

i dont have any explanitory lore for this point but armey and amelia soon get "ordered" (asked politely by lindens) to let him live in their house for a bit until they can figure out what to do

i. have to go i cant keep writing LMFAOOO Sorry

#long post #VERY long post Sorry 😭😭😭 #ocs

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Broken Bloodlines Chapter 2

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Hello everyone! Arc two will now be gradually uploaded (im thinking every saturday but if someone has a better suggestion im all ears) also the chapters for arc two will be shorter for ease of reading. (i know the general attention span of people has gone down cuz Internet)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read. (not in this chapter but in future ones)

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

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What was going on? Hopefully not any of those anti Fae folk people, 

that could cause problems, especially with Fable here.

Maybe we should just go inside the castle and ignore this, the guards would make them go away soon enough.

Then I noticed that while there were a few Guards there also was a VERY distressed looking Robin and Barsen, who weirdly enough was threatening some shaggy looking dark blonde man with Gardening tools.

What. the. Hell.

Barsen was NOT the hostile type, at all, 

he was way too kind for that,like not a mean bone in his body kind, So what could be bad enough to get him angry like that?

I turned back to Fable for a second.

“Fable? Stay here for a moment,  I'm going to check that out and I don't want you getting hurt, okay?”

He simply nodded and I crossed the short distance to the gate where a few Guards tried to tell him to leave.

Oh man that wouldn't happen with Nea or Norrin here.

I immediately went up to Robin who was clutching his head and looked extremely close to crying.

I bent down and shielded him with my arms letting him latch onto one even if his fingers dug grooves in my skin and put a comforting hand on his back.

The cause of his distress was very clear and I bared my teeth at the man that I now noticed smelled of alcohol.

I hated the smell, it was sharp and bitter and did not bring any positive memories with it.

I had no idea what he did but I didn't care, whatever it was made even Barsen angry, and that was a near impossible feat.

Then the guy addressed me, at least sort of and I could smell his awful breath from even the three meters away where I was holding the hyperventilating Ginger.

“Now there's some other fucknn Basterd, you ought to kill those vermin before they breed even more! And now this ones touching my son!”

Son? THAT was Robin's Father? The one that kicked him out? 

The one that apparently did not give a fuck about his own wife dying? The stupid alcoholic? That one?

I completely ignored his previous comments about my heritage in favor of being outraged on what he did to Robin.

No doubt he'd been an already shitty person to Robin while they lived in the same house, why else would the ginger have this reaction? 

So what the hell did he want here now? He hadn't cared about Robin and tossed him to the streets for fucks sake, and judging by how he acted he wasn't sorry nor here to make amends.

I hugged the whimpering redhead a bit closer to myself and stared at the man with as much hatred as I could.

He was probably here because he'd heard that Robin was friends with the new king and wanted a part of that. 

What exactly he wanted wasn't something I knew nor did I care to find out, but it was probably money.

It was always money after all.

Barsen was still holding him off by putting himself between the man and us and holding a sharp looking small shovel.

Yeah that thing could do damage if it hit, 

and I kinda hoped he would but Barsen wasn't the type to do that.

Then suddenly the man sprung into action, pulling a wicked and rusty looking knife out and lunging over Barsen,  who got pushed to the side, to aim for me.

Then he fell to the ground clutching his ribs and wheezing.

What? 

Looking up I saw Fable standing there with one hand behind his back and the other bent in front of him.

Where the fuck did he come from that fast? 

And on top of that what the hell just happened?

It took me an embarrassingly long time to connect the dots that Fable had saved us.

He somehow had managed to jab the man's ribs in a sensitive spot and shoved him away from us.

The man in question was currently lying on the ground and then was dragged away by a few guards.

They should have done that sooner and spared a lot of people the trouble.

Despite the man now being gone Robin was still in a panic attack and I had no idea what to do. 

Normally I would go big and comfort him like that but there were too many people and not enough space right now.

Also Fable had not seen my Ardua form and didn't know how he would react to seeing me shift without warning.

Luckily Barsen started shooing away anyone that wasn't needed 

Then he sat down in front of me and Robin who was now clinging to my shirt and making himself as small as possible, 

He also did not seem to be aware of where he was or what was going on judging by the glassy and haunted look in his eyes.

Oh fuck, what could i do now? 

I wanted to comfort my friend of course,  but Barsen and Fable were right there.

I could technically shift,  but that might scare Fable even if he probably already knew what an Ardua was, though he didn't have a bracelet like I did.

And Barsen didn't know that I was able to carry people within myself in the pouch my weird anatomy had given me.

Also we were in plain view in the front of the castle,  anyone could look out the window and see, 

and there were Guards on top of the wall as well.

I ended up just hugging the rusthead close to my chest and hoped he'd still be able to hear my heartbeat even if he was a bit further away than he was now used to.

“Its okay, he’s gone, you don't have to worry,  i'm sure he won't come back after this, you'll be okay”

I really wanted nothing more than to be able to calm him down right now but there was still way too much going on with Guards running over the wall and the Alcoholic asshole screaming something from the other side of the door.

Seems like he'd recovered already, fuckdamnit just my luck.

Maybe it would be better to carry Robin away from all of this,  just right inside the Castle might be already enough?

Barsen suddenly put a hand on my shoulder and stretched his other one out to help me get up while holding Robin.

I gladly took his arm and hoisted myself up while still holding Robin.

I half dragged half carried the smaller human over to the door while Barsen followed,  Fable was already gone but I hadn't seen where he went.

I could look for him later, right now Robin needed my help.

Also as he just demonstrated Fable was capable of handling himself, He'd be fine.

We went past the throne room which I still found ridiculous and overly pretentious but whatever.

Me and Barsen ended up bringing the still distressed Redhead into the big hall right behind the throne room itself and I recognized it as the room where the Guards had celebrated after Oakley killed the ice mage.

I wasn't sure if being here would help him but at least the room was mostly empty now with only a few tables and chairs which had all been shoved to the walls.

So the middle was empty, safe for some dust maybe,  so we set him down in the center of it where he immediately went back to gripping one of my arms as if his life depended on it.

I sat down on his right while Barsen sat to his left,  I hugged him close again to let him know he was safe now.

I had no idea what that sonofabitch did to Robin that he got this bad just by being confronted with the guy.

I really wanted to shift and comfort him in the way he'd asked in the past but Barsen was right here and if I did shift there wouldn't be much space in the room anymore.

Not to mention that if Robin saw my shifted form he'd probably do something like stick his arm in my mouth.

That was not something i wanted to explain to the Gardener, especially as i respected the man a lot and aside from being awkward how the fuck would i even begin to explain that?

And the Giant form would just brush against the ceiling, not to mention that I actually had never used that one while in the castle as I was pretty sure it could be seen over the walls and I wasn't keen on people freaking out about it.

Robin himself was still tightly gripping my lower arm, the one without the bracelet, and I moved to hug his hyperventilating form again.

Barsen sat next to us on the floor with crossed legs and basically radiated calm.

I was thankful for it though as it provided a beacon of peacefulness

Then he began to hum a little tune, a soft and simple melody that had a serene tonal pattern.

After a few seconds of this he began to sing, and I had to admit that it was rather entrancing with his baritone voice.

Just Hold On Don’t lose Control Now

I know that life gets hard sometimes

I know that sometimes you just want to cry

Just Hold On Don’t lose Control Now

Everything’s gonna be alright

Until the storm is calm

Everything’s gonna be alright 

Until your fear is gone

I know that you’re in a chapter you wish that you could erase

I know that life gets hard 

But brighter days will come

Everything’s gonna be alright

Everything’s gonna be alright

I know it hurts It's hard to breathe sometimes

You are not alone

I've been here the whole time singing you a song

Everything’s gonna be alright

Everything’s gonna be alright

You are not alone

I've been here the whole time singing you a song

Everything’s gonna be alright

Everything’s gonna be alright

As soon as he had finished I noticed that I had just been staring at nothing the whole time.

Same as Robin who had now calmed down either by surprise that Barsen could sing so well or just the melody itself.

Either way he wasn't panicking anymore and that was what mattered.

He was just sitting there quietly now, still holding onto my arm but not nearly as tight as before.

Barsen was also just sitting there on the ground seemingly not disturbed much by what had just happened.

That was the weird thing about him, He always seemed so weirdly calm and collected.

But he did help, in his own way and it worked so that was good.

“How are you?”

I looked down at the ginger who had slid a little bit onto the floor into a position I really could not call comfortable and he made a displeased noise.

“Mhf i had really hoped i'd never see him again”

It was very clear who he was referring to and if I could I'd punt the guy off the cliff.

But maybe a more nonviolent approach would be better.

“Should we tell Rikaad about it? I'm sure he could ban the guy from even going near the castle”

He looked up at me with alarmed and wide eyes.

“I'd rather not, i don't wanna bother him with my problems,  besides he probably has more important things to do right now”

I wasn't sure if I liked that response as it was clear that what happened troubled him, but if he didn't want to then there was nothing I could do.

Then Barsen stood up and both of our heads turned to the source of movement automatically.

“You might not want to go and bother him but as part of the Castle staff i do have to inform him of anything strange happening, including what happened today, 

but i'll tell him that you don't want anything to do with it”

With those words he left before either of us actually registered what he said.

Robin then sat up straight on the ground next to me.

“Oh, i hope Rikaad won't be too busy then”

I looked at him quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

He crossed his legs to sit more comfortably and then looked back at me.

“Rikaad is just a bit, uhh, perfectionistic? If that's the word?

But he has the habit of getting rid of everything he doesn't need or want if it proves to be a danger, so I don't know what he's going to do to my Dad.

And I'm not sure if I want him to do anything? I just want to keep away and pretend the man that married my mom doesn't exist”

Those were actually very valid worries,considering that Rikaad was king he could do whatever and face basically no consequences.

But Rikaad was a smart man, he wouldn't do anything that damaged his reputation, especially this early in his kingship.

Right?

I had witnessed how feral he got back when he'd thought I had eaten his friends.

Which to be fair I did,  but it wasn't to hurt them, It was to get them out of the cold.

Dodging me trying to catch him and trying to get around me to get a good angle to slay me from an ambush point.

Thinking about it if he hadn't been slowed down by the hill he'd probably managed to do just that.

No doubt he'd have cut me open immediately if I had gone down, maybe not even waited for me to die to gut me.

I had been on the wrong end of those icy gray eyes before, if briefly, and knew Rikaad was a dangerous and Capable man.

I was really glad we were friends, well as much friends one could be with the stoic king.

“Well, what now? Im sure if Barsen tells him you don't want to be involved he’ll keep you out of whatever he's gonna do, if he even does anything”

“I dunno, i don't wanna think about that”

I stood slowly up so as not to startle the redhead.

“Then don't, come on now i need to see where Fable went”

I held out a hand to him which he gladly took and pulled him up to a standing position.

“What do you think of him? He said he's your Half-Brother right? What's he like?”

That was a difficult to answer question as Fable was just, weirdly uncanny in everything he did.

“Well, i haven't known him that long but i think he's a good guy, if socially awkward but i think Elven culture is different from human culture so it might be that?

Also he just responds to things and doesn't really do things aside from that.

In short he's a bit weird but so am i so i cant judge”

The last bit managed to put a smile on the Ginger's face.

“Were all weird i think, but i don't believe that's a bad thing, Also maybe i should go tell Rikaad what happened?

I mean Barsen already told him but he doesn't know what happened before he turned up and i don't think they have context for any of it”

That much was true, Barsen could only report what he had seen and if he only appeared after it had already escalated then he wouldn't know all the details.

“I mean if you think it's best? That's up to you though and i'm sure they'd understand if you don't wanna talk about it”

He nodded and turned to face the large door.

“I'm not sure but i'll try, i don't want any of them doing something dumb just cause they got angry at him for making me cry”

I went beside him and gave him a thumbs up as a sort of encouragement.

“I don't believe Rikaad would do something rash, he’s far to calculated for that, most likely hell just ban the guy from going near the castle and that's it”

He turned to face me with wide brown eyes.

“You think so? I really don't wanna make people go Violent over it”

I shrugged.

“C’mon both of them are adult men and i'm sure they'll find a peaceful solution”

“If you say so, yeah i think giving Rikaad more info would be good, So I'm going to go and look for him.

The floorplan of this is still confusing so i don't know how long will take to find him, you don't have to come with tho, you should go back to your brother”

Right, Fable, i wasn't sure where he'd gone to but i doubted he was in the castle itself.

“Alright, good luck navigating this maze”

I messed up his Ginger hair,  drawing out a rather adorable squeak from him.

“See you then? Oh are you gonna eat at the table today? 

Or stay outside? 

I mean your Brother is here so sitting down might be nice?”

That was true, normally I just sat out in the sun for the day and that would be enough, unless there was something tasty, but occasionally I did join just to chatter a bit .

Aside from the times I snatched cinnamon bread of course.

Also Rikaad had moved the entire eating place closer to the Kitchen which was logical, especially considering they used to be almost on opposite ends of the castle.

Shitty floorplan indeed.

“I think so? I don't actually know if he had human food before,

Whatever if he doesn't like it he can just leave it”

“Oh then I'll save both of you a spot! 

Hey maybe he’ll like cinnamon bread? 

I mean you do so why not him too?”

That was actually a funny thought, yeah i did love the cinnamon bread so there was a chance that Fable would like it too?

“Maybe? I’d have to ask if he likes cinnamon at all, but for now i'd better go look for him, see you later then”

He waved and disappeared into one of the smaller doors that lined the wall.

Good luck finding anything in this labyrinth though.

I myself walked back out the door i had come from trough the throne room, which i still found idiotically pompous,  back outside into the sunlight.

I squinted a bit at the sudden change in lighting but still looked around for Fable.

After a few seconds I spotted him, he was in the same place I had earlier told him to stay behind while I went to check on Robin.

He was also just standing there not doing anything.

Literally, he was just there and did absolutely not do anything.

It was a tiny bit weird to look at so I walked briskly over to him to free him from this awkwardness.

It made sense in a way, he didn't know anyone else here, or the area, So I would probably do something similar if I was in his place.

“Fable! Hey, I'm so sorry for walking off but I had to help Robin, but now we can continue, if you want? I'm sure we'll find the library if we look for it”

I did hope however that we'd find someone that actually knew where it was, if only to spare time, and me embarrassment from not knowing where things were. 

He turned to face me fully and I was left to stare directly into his blood red eyes that still seemed weirdly uncanny.

Must be the unusual color.

“I apologize for not staying where you told me to”

What? Did he think I was mad at him for following me to Robin? I definitely wasn't, if he hadn't stepped in I'd be in the infirmary right now!

“No, no it's alright, you helped and that's what matters, without you i would have gotten stabbed, also that was impressive to be honest”

It really had been, he'd disarmed the man with a single movement, granted he didn't have armor and was drunk but still.

His eyes flicked over me for a second, coming to rest on my left arm.

“Your arm is bleeding”

Looking down I saw that he was indeed right, There were five tiny bleeding wounds.

I realized that this was where Robin had gripped my arm,  maybe a bit too tight it and ended up digging his fingernails in.

“Oh, yeah don't worry about that, that's such a small wound it'll stop bleeding on its own, also i don't want to walk all the way back to Oakley and ask for a rather useless bandage”

“Is there not an infirmary in the castle?”

Well yes there was, the problem was that my anatomy was nonsense to any of the human medics though.

Also from the years i spent on the street i kinda had a problem with asking for help in minor things, Besides, it was just five tiny dots that really weren't worth the effort in my opinion.

“There is but I'm not gonna bother them over something so tiny, besides they are human medics they have no idea what to do with my weird hybrid anatomy.

And Oakley is the only one i trust not to fuck up in that regard, he pretty funky in the anatomy part himself after all”

Oakley had to deal with all of his shit himself as far as i was aware, also unlike the medics he had an actual book on Ardua anatomy somewhere.

Even if he still hadn't found it as apparently his old hut was a disaster of a mess stuffed full of things he didn't even need.

He ought to sort his stuff better this time.

“The winged man is strange i agree on that”

Strange probably didn't even begin to describe it sometimes, but so far the only thing that got set on fire was Oakleys cloak so it was probably fine.

“Well whatever, lets go look if we find the Library, we can just stay there till dinner, oh by the way did you have human food before?

I don't want to give you something you react allergic to”

He seemed to think for just a second before he responded.

“I have had simple foods like bread and fruit but did not get the chance to try any other dishes,  and i do not have any allergies as far as i am aware”

Well yeah bread and fruit was easy to get so it made sense he'd got to try that first, also no allergies was great! 

He could try whatever he wanted then.

Like cinnamon bread.

I strung him along towards the castle then.

“Hey, have you ever had cinnamon? 

It's a bit expensive but one of my favorite spices”

He walked briskly beside me.

“Cinnamon? Not that i know”

He'd be in for a surprise then when he got to try all the stuff this evening!

Ducking into a side door that was in the castle I tried to remember what little I knew of the layout.

There had to be someone that knew where the library was after all.

Or where the hell we where right now as we had taken a few turns in one of the stupid hallways and i lost track of where i was already.

Luckily I could hear some form of chatter coming from one of the other paths.

Turning the corner I could see the head chef of the kitchen petting the cat.

Myril was her name and she was a pretty nice person even if didn't interact with her much aside from asking for food through one of the kitchen windows.

She had plenty of fun just throwing Bread at my Ardua form one time though.

“Ah hey Myril! Could you tell us where the library is? I really don't know how any of you find anything in this stupid floorplan”

She looked up, much to the displeasure of the cat,  and put her hair behind her ear.

“Oh the library? To get there you just have to go two times right one left and then another right from here”

She pointed to one of the hallways that went away from this one before picking up the cat who didn't protest.

“Really? Thank you! Fable wanted to see it, so we'll stop bothering you now!”

She waved and left in the opposite direction we had to go and took the cat with her who seemed to be alright with being held like a baby.

I then led Fable to where we had been instructed to go.

And as Myril had said, taking two right one left and then another right there was the beautifully carved wood door to the Library.

The carvings mostly consisted of a big tree above a single splayed open book but the detail was actually very pretty with all the leaves and such.

Pushing the doors Open we were greeted with shelves full of books and scripts as well as scrolls some of which were still sealed with wax.

We should probably not touch those.

“See? I said we'd find it eventually! Now let's look what books they have here”

I went along the shelves while Fable did the same a bit away from me, he was also faster and I realized he was probably a way better reader than I was.

Eh id just try to pick something simple then, like… this book about cats?

Apparently it was about Coat patterns?

Oh I could look if my Feline friends pattern was described in there!

Might even help with picking out a name too.

Glancing over I saw that Fable had taken a fairly thick book and was reading it in front of the shelf while standing up straight.

That couldn't be good for one's spine, there surely was at least one chair around right?

I let my eyes wander across the room to look for anything to sit on.

There were a couple chairs around an old looking table but they didn't look all too comfy.

There also was a bay window that contained a total of two old pillows which were decorated with colorful patches, presumably to patch holes.

Yeah, whatever, that would do, I'd give Fable the Window area and just sit on one of the chairs.

“Fable? You don't have to read standing up,  there's some pillows over there that's bound to be more comfortable”

I pointed at the window seat thing as soon as I'd gotten Fable’s attention and he gave a graceful nod.

While he walked over I could see that the book he picked was an old one that had the Kamerasca flag on it.

Made sense, he didn't really know anything about the place so reading up on it might help.

Maybe it would even help him be less awkward around people in general?

Well if it soothed his nerves about being in the middle of a human kingdom at least a little then that was already good.

Swinging myself into a chair that provided sufficient reading light so I could at least see the letters on the old paper.

Glancing over at Fable I could see that he opted to sit on the inlaid bench with his back against a wall and his legs tucked up as a sort of makeshift Lectern to rest the book against.

Just looking at him proved he was a far more graceful individual than me and I wondered for just a moment how I would have turned out if I had lived with Elves instead of humans.

But if i had done that i would never have met my friends, none of them.

I'd probably have a different name too, an Elven one like Fable even if he didn't want to tell it.

How weird to think about what could have been but never will be.

I decided to read the book I picked before I spiraled myself into some form of existential dread with that train of thought.

Opening it the first thing that greeted me was a glossary of the chapters and whatnot.

Maybe that would help me find the thing I was looking for faster.

Though the first few chapters weren't exactly what i had expected so i would just skip them.

I did not want to know how to properly skin a cat. 

No thanks.

At least there was a short description of the basic fur patterns as the list did not contain any drawings to help with that.

The one i was looking for was apparently in the latter half of the book near the end so memorizing the number i flipped the pages till i found it.

The pattern was Described as Siamese but apparently there were subtypes too as the description said dark brown legs and tail instead of Rusty so I flew over the other descriptions till I found the word red, orange or rusty.

I found it after another minute or so of reading, sure anyone else would probably have been faster but I did go as fast as i could.

The description fit almost perfectly aside from the fact that the cat i knew did not have a rusty face too like it was described here but everything else fit so it was probably just an anomaly.

So my cat friend was a Flame point siamese, or at least that was the closest thing to it.

Funny how pale and rust haired individuals just randomly decided to befriend me.

Though that did not help with a name idea at all, using everything fire related as a name was stupid, not to mention it didn't fit at all.

Oh well, worth a try at least.

Time to stuff the book back then, and maybe take a new one as Fable was still reading his.

Glancing over I saw that he was already a fifth in, He really was the better reader here.

Standing up I went to put the book back only to realize that I didn't quite remember where in the shelf I had pulled it out from.

Whatever the approximate area would be good enough.

Stuffing it into the shelves in what probably was the wrong place I went to look over the other books trying to find anything that interested me.

Since I was a slow reader that took a while and I somehow ended up finding a loose brick between two shelves.

Pulling it out simply out of curiosity I found a rather thin book that someone must have hid there at some point between the other brickwork.

It didn't possess a title but the cover had something akin to a broad lizard with six legs and fur on it.

I had no idea what that Creature was but maybe It would be described in the book itself? It did have a strange mammalian vibe.

Bringing it back to my spot at the table I blew the rest of the dust off which resulted in a sneeze from myself.

Fable didn't say anything to that, not even a bless you but maybe elves just didn't do that sort of thing?

Whatever that really didn't matter, also he was pretty engrossed in his own book so i didn't want to disturb him.

Opening the book showed that it did have a title but the pages were old and faded so I could only make out the first few words that looked to be added later in the book's life.

THE TALE OF

The Tale of who? Or what? The thing on the cover maybe?

Well maybe the later pages would show that, and what the six legged mammal was called.

Flipping to the next page it showed the thing on the cover resting near some houses which weren't even half the size of it.

It was just sitting there and the people that lived there didn't seem to mind much which was weird as they were clearly humans.

Who knew how long ago that was? The second weird thing I noticed was that the being itself, while fuzzy, still possessed a scaled underside even if not much of it was shown.

I flipped the page as there was no writing to decipher, at least none that I could see on the old parchment.

The other page was in a way better condition and even contained some color, it depicted the creature again who was being offered a variety of things by the humans, cute, maybe some deity?

Then I saw something that made my brain freeze.

On the chest of the Creature was a Very familiar symbol.

Even with the scarce coloring there was no mistaking it.

It was the Kamerasca flag, blue background, red ring and yellow star.

How? And how old was this book? What was this?

Intrigued, I flipped to the next page which showed the Creature defending the little humans from what appeared to be a mixture of Manticores and other creatures most of which I couldn't name except Drakes.

Funny to think that Manticores were a problem however long this dated back too.

So whatever the big thing was it was Guarding the little humans for whatever reasons.

Well the previous page had shown them giving offerings.

I flipped to the next page and it showed an area that I was sure I had seen before, 

or at least half of it as the other half did not look like it did today.

But it was for sure Lormount, the unclaimed place between the two Kingdoms of Kamerasca and Maringand.

There even was the river which went a different route than it did today.

There also were more people, but they looked to be clad in different things than the ones with the creature and they seemed to want to trade with the Humans that lived on the other side of the river from them.

Was I looking at the stories of Kamerasca and Maringand before they were Kingdoms? 

Well they were literally just a few huts and some tents so it was more than likely.

How old was this book? 

It seemed to predate the actual history of the kingdom but for that it was in astounding condition.

Now I was really curious so I went to the next page which showed the big Creature again, and another one that was just as big as the six legged one.

This one seemed to only have four legs but there were strange nubs on its back which seemed to have been wings at some point? 

At least it looked like it but I couldn't be sure.

It was also fully scaled and had what looked like the Maringand flag as a mask over its eyes.

The two beings were just staring at each other while the humans traded.

Flipping to the next page they were apparently back in their little area with the big Creature keeping watch.

Seeing it next to the tents and everything only showed how big it was and the humans next to it where barely the size of one of its claws, some not even half that.

The size difference between the creature and the humans it was protecting was a lot greater than the difference between me and humans.

It was strange, but there was a faint feeling of happiness that if something THIS big could be gentle with something so comparatively small then so could i.

Though I guessed to accurately get the size difference I'd have to hold something like a Rat at my own Giant size.

That was not something I wanted to do if I was honest.

Wellp next page then.

This one showed the Creature again with its head resting on the ground and an absolutely tiny human seemingly just petting it.

A child? I couldn't tell the gender of it but with how simple the style was it probably didn't even matter.

The only defining feature from this one that set them apart was the red hair, huh like Robin almost.

Maybe they were friends with the Creature? That would be nice.

The next page showed that I had guessed right as the little one was sitting on the creature's head picking some fruit out of a tree while everyone else had to use ladders or stay on the ground.

The next set of pictures showed more of the friendship with the Creature like the little one braiding what it could in the thick sand colored fur of the creature or just cuddling with it.

It was honestly kinda cute and made me wonder what the hell happened to the creature that these days nobody knew of it anymore.

Probably died of old age or something, same with the other one.

The next page wasn't so happy though as it showed Lormount again and this time the other tribe or what it was holding spears and tried to threaten the Creatures humans.

It didn't really like that so it was baring its teeth which had a total of six canine teeth.

Impressive really, the attention to Detail in this one was insane.

I flipped to the following page cautiously as to what would happen next.

This one just depicted the Creature leading its Humans back with a wary glance at the other big thing.

The next one showed the spear using humans falling into the little community in the middle of the night only to get chased off by the Guardian of it.

The spear wielding ones seemed really aggressive. 

I swiftly flipped the paper to the next page which showed the spear wielders to be fleeing back to their own creature.

The thing had a very displeased look on its weird face and was staring at what appeared to be the direction of the little community.

The next time I flipped to the page it showed both parties back at the river in Lormount and trading once again.

Both Creatures were there and openly hostile to each other but the Guardian looked more protective while the other one was just downright nasty with its hatred so openly displayed.

Next the book showed the huts and tents again with the little one appearing to comfort their big Guardian which was nice but I had a feeling this book was going to take a turn for the worse.

Which it did as the next page showed another trade attempt or whatever it was and this time the little one had sneaked off to the side.

It seemed their Guardian hadn't noticed for the moment but the Hostile one was looking directly at them.

Uh oh that wasn't gonna end well was it?

Flipping again it showed the Hostile one had stretched its neck over the water and snatched the little one in its jaws with the Guardian only now noticing with an alarmed expression.

Flipping again it depicted the Hostile one again in a sitting position with one absolutely tiny arm poking out between its only slightly parted teeth while the Guardian seemed pissed and did what I assumed to be some sort of threat display.

From the face of the Hostile one I judged it wasn't impressed with that though.

The next page showed that the Hostile Creature had bit down and a single bloodied arm dropped to the ground in front of the horrified looking Guardian.

That turned Graphic pretty fast.

And it was disturbingly detailed too.

Still I wanted to know how this ended so I flipped the page once again.

This one showed both of the creatures fighting with the hostile one having embedded its jaw in one of the Guardians front legs while the Guardian itself was scratching the other one's chest with its free leg and biting one of the strange nubs the hostile one had on its back.

The next few pages were just a continuation of the fight where the Guardian lost the already bitten leg and the hostile one having a chunk taken out of its shoulder while the little humans fled to their respective sides.

At some point the fight moved to a mountain peninsula and them trying to throw each other off of it.

The hostile one slipped and bit the guardian's tail so both ended up falling in the water while half the mountain collapsed under them.

So that was how the cliff came to be.

The story continued by showing that both of the creatures were still alive albeit severely injured and crawling out from under the rubble that was being washed away by the waves.

The Hostile creature seemed to have been hit worse than the guardian as there were sharp stones embedded into its back and legs while it dragged itself back to shore.

The Guardian was just a bit better off but still full of deep cuts and scratches and a chunk of its broad tail taken out where the hostile one had bitten it.

It was also right behind the hostile one and when it got close enough bit it's heel one last time before getting kicked in the face with the hostile one fleeing towards some mountains in the distance.

I knew those mountains as they were where Maringand would be one day.

The Guardian itself limped back back to where the humans had set up their place and lied down somewhat next to it.

The next page then showed what the hostile creature was doing, and it was not going well for sure.

The Hostile one had lost the fight over the area and instead moved to die quite a ways away in the groove of some mountains.

Huh, so Maringand was basically build over this things corpse, well that was a bit fucked up to put it mildly.

Also the depiction of it lying dead there and blood leaking out in little streams was kind of disturbing to say the least.

At least the next pages showed the guardian creature again.

It was still lying in the same spot but the humans seemed to have tended to its wounds as it looked better than before, though still missing one of its front legs.

The following pages it was clear that the Guardian couldn't do what it usually did as the little humans got attacked again and again by various creatures which mostly consisted of manticores and drakes.

The book then seemed to be missing a few pages but the ones that were still there showed that one of the humans had picked up a spear that had gotten dropped by the other community.

They went back into the village only to be met with another monster attack on the humans while the Guardian tried its best to fend them off while it couldn't walk, which wasn't as effective as it had been in the past.

The human with the spear then set to stabbing some of the manticores to death till all of the monsters left the area.

There were once again one or two pages missing but the next intact one showed the spear human again in what probably was supposed to be the middle of the night.

There was a rack of even more spears next to it so I assumed the missing pages just depicted the humans making weapons for the first time.

Flipping through once again the next page showed the human holding the spear to the Guardians eyes while the stars reflected in them.

I couldn't tell what color exactly they were supposed to be but in the surprisingly realistic drawing they seemed to be some hue of a lighter shade of blue.

The human then brought down the spear right in the middle of the poor creature's pupil.

It didn't react much while the human hacked both of its eyes out aside from tears leaking out of its damaged eyes and later blood.

The poor thing, all of that what happened previously wasn't even its fault so why was the human so violent towards it?

That was probably in the missing pages, damnit.

The human continued to cut and hack at the Guardians face till they moved to its throat where the human impaled the front of it repeatedly until there was so much blood that i was sure the poor being was dead.

Also basic anatomy with most creatures was that the airway was in that general area so there was a chance it suffocated as well by the holes poked into its trachea.

The human then moved to the beings chest area and cut out the patch that looked like the Kamerasca flag.

It probably was the first one too but I also assumed that later versions had been made a little more symmetrical than this scaly hide had.

The last page of the book only depicted the human swinging a flagpole where the still a bit bloody hide of the creature was mounted.

That was the end of the book, and apparently the end of the creature's story.

Kamerasca had killed its Guardian.

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#SSTC #sstc #lizards writing #vore story #g/t story #Ardua #elf #magic #medieval #Barmea #Kamerasca

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holy shit im so mad.

!!!SPOILERS FOR SEE YOU IN MY 19TH LIFE KDRAMA AND WEBTOON!!!

(disclaimer-sorry if any of the characters names are spelt wrong or need a hyphen, i get things confused between the kdrama and webtoon)

i read the webtoon way before the kdrama came out and i am still, to this day, so emotionally attached to it like, its one of the most amazing things ive read and i still cry when i think about it too much.

so, imagine my excitement when i find out its getting a kdrama and my absolute dissapointment when i find out that they changed literally everything (this is an exaragation) that made the webtoon so amazing.

when the show came out i was basically begging my sister to watch it with me (since she hasnt read the webtoon) and we are currently seven episodes in because we had to go on holidays however, we will continue watching it (even though i spent a good hour and a half contemplating whether or not i would actually be able to watch it without combusting after i read what they changed) until the end.

so, like the the overly anxious person i am, i searched up the ending just to make sure they hadnt changed anything else apart from min-gi's character and adding han-na (who we will discuss later) and proceeded to rip my hair out after reading that they made the female lead LOSE ALL OF HER MEMORIES ABOUT EVERYONE SHE LOVED.

but before we get into that i want to talk about the things they actually did well, for example, the cinematography, casting and scenery were actually so amazing and its definitely so much better than the webtoon (however the webtoon does still have a special place in my heart) and i think possibly the only good plot change they did was make han-na the reincarnation of seo-ha's mother. as someone who despises sad/bittersweet stuff i love that they made his mother reincarnate and keep her memories even if he doesnt meet her (which i dont know if he does because im only on episode seven) because its so sweet to think that she got a chance to see her son all (sort of) happy and grown up. i also love the fact that they added more depth to her past lives and showed up more scenes of them as, in the webtoon, im pretty sure the only things we got that related to her past lives were- her and min-gi's friendship, her and doyun's 'relationship' in her first life and her being ae-kyung's uncle.

now, onto the things im sad they didnt keep in but that i could deal with, which is mostly min-gi's character as a whole and the convinience store scene with ji-eum and min-gi where they recognise each other from their past lives (which im assuming they dont do since they changed his whole character). apparently, in the kdrama, min-gi and ji-eum used to be rivals/enemies in their past life or whatever so he decides to like hunt her down and basically stalk her😭😭 and then proceed to tell her that she needs to stop speaking and being around people from her past life because it hurts them (something i will talk-type?-about in a bit).

the reason why im so mad at this is because they straight just basically made him antagonistic instead of HAVING HIM AND JI-EUM BE FRIENDS IN THEIR PAST LIVES AND HAVING HIM SAY THEIR LITTLE SECRET MESSAGE AND HER BEING LIKE 'omg someone actually remembers their past life other than me?' AND THEN HIM JUST TRYING TO HELP HER NOT REMEMBER HER PAST LIVES ANYMORE BUT BEING A LITTLE BIT MISGUIDED BUT THEN THEIR STILL FRIENDS AND THEY TALK ABOUT IT 😖😖😖. like, they just ruined his character potential so much my changing that and adding the stupid motherfucking thing about how interacting with people from your past lifes hurts them.

finally, the things i hate, buckle up folks because this is going to be as long as my dick/j. first of all, the ending and THE STUPID 'YOU CANT INTERACT WITH YOUR PAST LIVES' BULLSHIT. i think the ending and the knowing about past lives hurts people is just absolute boiling garbage because 1-it just doesnt make sense 2-it doesnt make ANY fucking sense and 3-why the fuck does she need to forget but the people from her past lives dont forget who she was as ji-eum and as her past lives??? like i would rather they all forget but they're still happy and her and seo-ha are still dating/married and they're all still close but whatever. second, the whole fucking plot change like they apparently made this whole thing that made ji-eum think seo-ha murdered her sister for some fucking angst instead of the perfectly reasonable (and just as dramatic) thing with doyun where she thinks they were married so she distances herself from seo-ha but it turns out they were sisters and her and seo-ha still get to be happy AND THE WHOLE THING ABOUT THE DEAL WITH GOD (which also relates to the ending) BECAUSE IN THE END SHE ASKS GOD TO MAKE HER STOP REMEMBERING HER PAST LIVES AND SHE GRADUALLY STARTS TO FORGET THEM BUT SHE STILL KNEW SHE HAD HAD PAST LIVES AND SHE STILL REMEMBERED EVERYONE SHE CARED OUT AND THEN (if i remember correctly) SEO-HA REFUSES GOD'S OFFER TO REMEBER HIS PAST LIVES BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANNA HAVE ANY OTHER LOVE APART FROM HIS AND JI-EUM'S😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭(not sure if thats what he actually says but you get the gist) AND THEN THEY GET MARRIED AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER INSTEAD OF HER FORGETTING LITERALLY EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE SHE EVER CARED ABOUT AND HAVING TO REBUILD HER RELATIONSHIPS WAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME.

in conclusion, the see you in my 19th life kdrama was absolute trash and i think they should remake it. In this essay i will

#see you in my 19th life #crying screaming throwing up #i love them so much they are my life source you dont get it #petition to remake the kdrama RN‼️‼️‼️ #rip my sister after listening to me rant about this for the 18462754th time #but im seriously gonna make her read the webtoon #and if she likes the kdrama more i will gut her/j #kdrama #rant #rambles

[artificialqueens]

Something About You Takes Me Home (S8 Group Fic) - Candy Cane

A/N: uhhhhhh dont ask why im so obsessed with s8 rn i couldnt tell u. this fic features a lot of bob&kim bestieship and im. wow i love friendship. anyways pls enjoy!!! <333 and thank u @bogozbinted for spurring me on yet again :33 

Summary: 4 times Kim took a picture of someone sleeping, and 1 time a picture was taken of her. 

1: Naomi

It’s their fourth night in a row at the library, and the exhaustion of preparing for fall semester midterms is really starting to set in. Kim knows none of them are getting the sleep they usually would, that much is obvious. She’s in the same study room she always is with Naomi, Bob, and Monet, trying to stay as focused as she can on making a decent grade on her English paper. The only thing distracting her is Naomi, who is asleep face first in her notebook. 

  Kim feels bad, but she wants to laugh. The table they’re sitting at is covered in notes and textbooks and empty coffee cups, Bob has her earbuds in and is having a staring contest with her laptop, Monet is muttering to herself while looking over flashcards, and Naomi is just… asleep. Dead asleep. Her hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, she’s wearing a university hoodie, and Kim vividly remembers being in the same position her freshman year.

  Midterms are rough, and she really shouldn’t even be considering it, yet she is so tempted. Against her better judgment, Kim pulls out her cellphone and sneakily takes a photo of Naomi in her exhausted state. The coffee cups and scrawling notes in the background of the photo make it all the better. 

  Monet notices and raises a questioning eyebrow at her, but Kim just shrugs in response. Monet rolls her eyes while Kim saves the photo to her favorite folder in her camera roll. It will be so funny in a week when this is all said and done and she can use it as a reaction image in her texts with Naomi. 

  “You sure are giddy for someone trying to write an A+ English paper,” Bob says, startling Kim enough to make her jump. 

  Kim frowns and gestures to Naomi, who is thankfully still sleeping, “Sh! You’ll wake her...”

  “Ah yes, and then you won’t be able to collect more blackmail,” Bob smirks.

  “I’m not going to share it with anyone,” Kim says in an attempt to defend herself, “I’m just going to tease her with it until it gets old.”

  Monet chuckles, “Damn, how thoughtful.” 

  Kim giggles, though she tries to stay as quiet as possible, she reallydoesn’t want to wake up her friend. If she she fell asleep studying then she definitely needs the rest. 

  “It’s fun,” Kim offers, smiling at the exasperated expressions on her friends’ faces.

  “You are evil, Kimberly,” Bob grins at her. 

  “Thank you,” Kim replies proudly. 

  A week later, Naomi texts her complaining about how tired she is. Kim sends the picture with the caption, ‘This tired?’ 

  Naomi: im going to kill you. 

  Kim sends back a winky face.

  2: Bob 

Kim deeply regrets choosing an 8 a.m. class, especially since its English class. Unfortunately, she desperately needs the credit and this was the only time available to take the class. She supposes it’s not all bad, though, since she’s made really close friends through it. While Bob is the only friend she actually has the class with, Bob has connected her to so many people she wouldn't have met otherwise. Kim is grateful for her friend’s kind heart, she doesn’t know what her semester would look like so far without this friendship that’s for sure. 

  As per usual, the two friends are sitting right next to each other while their professor drones on and on about the next piece of literature they’ll be reading for the class. Kim is so bored she might cry, so she leans over to share that important bit of information with Bob only to find her friend has fallen asleep.

  She stifles a giggle by biting her lip, wondering just what Bob was doing last night to fall asleep leaning against her hand during their first class of the day. It’s not like her at all, Bob is the type to diligently take notes and make jokes throughout a lecture. Kim spends a long moment considering if she should wake Bob up, then she lands on a much better idea.

  Covertly, she pulls out her phone and snaps a photo as quick as she can manage. She shoves her phone back into her pocket, excited to add the photo to her folder later. Somehow, this is the first picture she’s gotten of Bob, and she almost feels proud of herself for managing to snag this one. Now that she has her blackmail, Kim decides to wake Bob up.

  “Bob,” Kim whispers urgently, trying to not draw their professor’s attention, “Bob.”

  She frowns as she realizes that is not going to cut it, but for Bob’s sake Kim takes the drastic measures that are necessary for a decent grade in this class.

  “Roberta,” Kim hisses, smiling in victory when Bob’s eyes instantly fly open.

  Bob glares daggers at her, and Kim knows she’s going to get an earful later. Totally worth it. Not only does she have another photo for the books, she also has yet another hilarious story to tell their friends about.��

  ‘I hate you,’ Bob mouths at her. 

  Kim makes a heart shape with her hands and blows a kiss at Bob, satisfied with her work for the day. It’s still only 8:30 a.m. too, who knows what other teasing she’ll accomplish with a full day ahead of her!

  3: Derrick

Ever since Bob jumped ship and started renting out an apartment, Kim finds herself there more often than not. She’s not sure why, she likes her dorm room just fine and she doesn’t have to deal with a roommate either, but she still seems to gravitate towards that little apartment just around the corner from campus. Maybe it’s all the good memories that have been made there in just two short months, maybe she just has really good friends.

  Regardless, today is another one of those days she finds herself at the apartment, curled up on the couch watching the newest episodes of “Real Housewives of Atlanta” with Derrick. She tries not to think too hard about the fact neither of them live here and they’re the only ones in the apartment right now. Sure, the three roommates have an “open door” policy of sorts for their closest friends, but Kim still feels awkward despite Bob insisting it’s okay. 

  She glances from the door to her phone every few minutes, waiting for an update of some kind from Bob, who was supposed to be back five minutes ago. Kim nervously bounces her knee, trying to just forget her nerves and just watch the show with Derrick. They never get to hang out much anymore, and she does like his company.

  The anxiety of waiting for Bob to come back grows to be too much for her, though, and she turns to Derrick to voice her concerns. As soon as she’s opened her mouth she realizes he’s asleep, and is a little stunned she didn’t notice sooner. He had been suspiciously quiet for the last few minutes, after all. 

  Briefly, she wonders what made him tired enough to fall asleep. Derrick is an incredibly hard worker, so she can only assume that has something to do with it. With a smirk she pulls out her phone’s camera to capture another picture for her collection. This one has to be a new favorite of hers, since his head is thrown back and his mouth is slightly open causing him to look cartoon-ish. 

  “Finally home!” Bob announces loudly as she marches into the apartment with her backpack slung over her should and a couple grocery bags in hand.

  Derrick is startled awake and he glances around the living room wildly, until he sees where Kim still has her phone pointed at him with a cheeky smile on her face.

  “Really?” he asks her tiredly. 

  “It’s a good picture,” Kim says.

  Derrick just groans, and she can’t help her laughter at his dramatic reaction. 

  “Love you!” she chirps, texting her new picture to Naomi.

  “...Love you too,” he relents, settling back down into the couch, reminding her exactly why she’s missed him so much. She never saw herself becoming friends with him, and yet here they are. Kim wonders if Derrick ever thought the same of her, but decides she doesn’t care. All that matters now is the friendships they do have.

4, Thorgy

A couple of weeks before spring break, Bob, Thorgy, and Betty host a party at their apartment complete with snacks, karaoke, beer pong, and way too much alcohol. The guests were mostly just close friends, which Kim was relieved to learn about once she actually showed up to the party with Naomi. She hadn’t originally wanted to go but Naomi and Bob had practically begged her to, and she always has a hard time saying no to the two of them. 

  People had started to leave or pass out somewhere in the apartment around 3 a.m., and by 5 a.m. everything is quiet again. Kim is certain she’s the only one left awake, since Naomi is passed out on the other end of the couch from all the vodka she drank. Kim gets the feeling they’ll be here a while to wait out her hangover after she wakes up, so she gets up to go looking around to see who else is still at the apartment to sate her curiosity. 

  Only a little exploration reveals Betty in her bedroom with three people Kim doesn’t recognize spread across her room in various positions in various places. Then she finds Bob, Monet, and Tiana in Bob’s room sprawled out on the floor for reasons she can’t begin to understand. Kim starts to get worried, though, when Thorgy isn’t in her own room but two other people are. 

  Now on a brand new mission, Kim starts to look in every corner of the apartment for Thorgy. She starts with the bathrooms, which are all empty except for some girl whose passed out in Bob’s bathtub. Kim then goes looking in the kitchen, which turns up empty. She’s starting to get really frustrated when she walks through the small dining room area and spots Thorgy laying underneath the table.

  Kim laughs quietly to herself, and considers waking Thorgy up and making her go lay down somewhere that’s not the floor. She’d seen how drunk everyone had gotten, however, and she decides it’s not worth it. People are grouchy when they’re hungover, and Kim doesn’t want to have to deal with that sooner than she has to. Also, Thorgy has the most intense puppy eyes when asked to do something she doesn’t want to and moving from underneath the table while transitioning from drunk to hungover will certainly be on that list.

  There is one thing she can do. Without a second thought to it, Kim pulls out her phone and takes a couple of pictures of Thorgy from a few different angles. Once she’s satisfied, Kim pockets her phone again and turns around to go back to the couch, this time she stumbles into Bob.

  “Oh! I thought you were asleep,” Kim whispers, still trying not to wake anyone up.

  Bob shrugs, “I was in and out, but then I heard you walking around, wanted to make sure everything’s okay.” 

  “Yeah, everything’s fine,” Kim smiles, “I was just trying to find everyone. Thorgy is under the table, by the way.”

  Bob sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, “Of course she fucking is.” 

  “She’s going to hate herself in the morning.”

  “Aren’t we all?” Bob chuckles, “C’mon, lets go to sleep.”

  Kim follows her friend to the couch that Naomi is still passed out on. Bob sits down in the middle of it, then opens her arms invitingly, Kim sits down and cuddles up beside her. She doesn’t usually care for this type of affection, she had originally chalked up the itching desire beneath her skin for hugs to lack of sleep. Magically Bob had picked up on that, and cuddling into her friend’s side Kim is reminded of how lucky she is to have friends who care about her so much. 

  +1, Kim

Naomi quickly walks up the steps leading to Bob’s apartment, anxious to get inside as quickly as she can. She had been laying in her bed eagerly waiting on a text back from Kim when Bob had called her and demanded she come over to the apartment immediately, saying something about an emergency. She had left her dorm room in a matter of minutes and practically sprinted all the way to Bob’s apartment. 

  Now, she pounds on the door, slightly out of breath, all sorts of awful scenarios of what could be wrong playing in her head. The door is swung open, and Bob is grinning like a kid in a candy store.

  “Come in but be quiet,” Bob says, holding the door open for her.

  “What?” Naomi asks with a frown, entering the apartment cautiously. 

  Everything appears to be normal, but she also knows how crazy the three people who live here are so she tries not to get her hopes up. 

  “My room,” Bob says, grabbing Naomi’s hand and pulling her there. 

  Oddly enough, Thorgy and Betty are standing in the doorway to Bob’s room, holding back giggles and whispering to each other conspiratorially. 

  “Shh!” Bob chides them, voice barely above a whisper, “Get back!” 

  Thorgy rolls her eyes, “She has literally been asleep for eighteen hours, there’s no way we can wake her up by talking.”

  “Just move,” Bob says, and her two roommates relent. 

  Naomi is finally able to see through into the room, and is shocked to see Kim asleep in Bob’s bed, completely dead to the world. This is so unlike her that Naomi is speechless, Kim is so careful with how she appears to the people around her and for her to just be asleep in a friend’s bed for eighteen hours? Naomi doesn’t know how to react. 

  “She showed up yesterday morning,” Bob starts quietly, “I think she overdid it on the studying for a test she had.”

  Naomi nods, trying to process it all, “So she… fell asleep?”

  “Yeah, she said it had been thirty hours since she slept or something ridiculous like that. I told her she could sleep here as long as she wanted and then this happened.”

  Naomi chuckles a bit, and pulls her phone out of her pocket with an evil grin on her face, and she quickly snaps a few pictures, and Bob crosses her arms over her chest disapprovingly. 

  “What? It’s revenge,” Naomi frowns at Bob.

  Bob rolls her eyes, “Oh please, you think I haven’t already gotten twenty pictures of her?” 

  “She’s going to be so mad,” Naomi says, already looking forward to the banter she’ll have with her best friend about finally getting some blackmail of her own.

  “Oh, yeah, for sure,” Bob agrees, “She sure does look lonely, though.”

  Naomi shares a look with her that confirms they’re both thinking the same thing. The two carefully crawl into the bed with Kim, cuddling up against her and each other in a classic cuddle pile. Naomi presses her face into Kim’s shoulder, relishing her new friendships. She’s so glad she chose to go to college.

#rpdr fanfiction #kim chi #naomi smalls #bob the drag queen #derrick barry #thorgy thor #monet x change #s8 #group fic #lesbian au #college au #4 + 1 #candy cane #concrit welcome #the best years yet

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#5

Rule: tag 9 people you want to know better

Thanks for the tag @sarcasm-vending-machine 😘

(I started a new post because that one was getting a bit long)

Favourite piece of clothing you own? Right now it's my blue wool 'hippy' trousers, they are SO comfortable. I've only had them for about a month but I've worn them almost every day.

Your comfort food? Probably pizza. I go on and off different types of food all the time but pizza is a pretty consistent like

Favourite time of the year? Late spring and summer. I get cold very easily, my hands and feet are like ice most days so I need warm weather to be comfortable

Favourite song? This is a mean question how am I supposed to answer this??? (I'll give you jólanótt by SKÁLD and shit boat (no fans) by alestorm, two very different songs which I've been listening to a lot lately)

Do you collect something? Not really, I'm just a clutter bitch

Favourite drink? Coca cola. Yes yes I know it's full of sugar and terribly bad for you but I love it

Favourite fanfiction? Again how am I supposed to answer this??? I dont think I could even give you a top ten theres just too many that I've loved over the years

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#4

Sometimes I just think about how ichigo and grimmjow both have/had five friends/companions who they fought/travelled together with but ichigo's friends vowed to grow stronger so they could fight along side him as equals where as grimmjow's fraccion gave up the possibility of growing stronger in order to support his growth

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#2

So, about max and her monologue about billy, it's not that I dont believe max could feel such a way or that it doesnt make sense (honestly I would be a liar if I said I haven't also wished my shitty brother dead before) but it also feels a little off to me considering how their relationship was presented in s3.

At first I thought maybe i had misinterpreted it, maybe max and billy really did hate each other right up until the moment of his death. But then i remembered this interview with sadie sink from 2019 where she spoke about max and billy going into s3

I didnt expect them to be best friends or even particulary close with each other (and I had a strong feeling billy was gonna die anyway) but I remember feeling hopeful when I read this interview, hopeful that we'd at least get to see a different side to their relationship, and I was massively disappointed when s3 barely focused on them at all.

But, the small glimpses that we did see proved that they were in a different place than they had been in s2

When max talked to el about billy she spoke in a lighthearted manner, she wasnt resentful, she made jokes, she talked about him like he was just her annoying gross older brother who liked to walk around without a shirt on and bring girls home to make 'happy screams'

And then, of course, theres the sauna test. She was visibly distressed upon seeing Billy in that state. She was in pain. She started crying. She said, "it's okay... i believe you... we're going to figure this out together okay" like she actually wanted to help him, save him...

And thats why it feels weird to me. Not because feelings are complicated and that a few peaceful months between them dont erase everything he put her through, but because she apparently went from we'll figure this out together to I dont know if he deserved to be saved in the space of three days.

And when I say it feels weird, I think what I mean is ffs a little consistency would be nice

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #50% of my personality is grimmjow

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2021.

#wind howls #how much time is there left ??? like 5 hours #i think 2021 is gonna be another year. i mean duh obviously but like. its 2 early to try to decide whether itll be good or bad. yknow #but if anything i wanna work on myself more. but also on my surrounding. i want to surround myself better this year with people- #that care for me the same way i care for them. i know now what genuine friends are and ive felt love that asks for nothing in return- #but that makes me WANT to give in return. not because i have to. but because the love they give is something i want to return #and isnt that a good thing ? i have so much genuine love for my friends that i want to keep on nurturing for years to come #i guess what im trying 2 really say is im not gonna look 2 make my circles larger. im going to keep making the bonds i already have deeper #or well stronger. i think thats a better word 4 it hfhfhfhf #i dont know why typing it out made me want 2 cry a bit but. i just love my friends a whole big lot. they mean the world to me and i hope- #that theyll keep on meaning this much for many more years to come. not just 2021

[sunookkii]

hey i know request are closed but this idea just got stuck in my mind and i wanted you to write sum about it if you like it 😭 so basically its an enha reaction/scenario ? where they forget your birthday, (maybe not in a bad way but i dont mind if its angst) hope ur good btw !! <3

a/n : OMG WAIT SRY TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT THIS ONE FOR SUM REASON REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME i hope you enjoyyy ;) also I wrote so much I’m so sorry- [not really read proof~]

Also i am well ty for asking >.<

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Enhypen forgetting your bday~

Genre : angsty ish

Warnings : mentions of food, crying, one swear word??

Requested : yes ty beautiful person ;)

Heeseung :

Okay okay so its your birthdayyy and you were really excited for what to happen because you wanted to see what kind of surprise your boyfriend did for your birthday

But to your luck he forgot :(

So you spent all day giving him hints like ‘what day is it’ and at one point you gave up and started pouting really hard

And your face was just overall sad everyone else had remembered your birthday including the members, but for your boyfriend to forget it lowkey hurt

Almost half the day passed and he still didn’t remember

So you ended up going into the room by yourself and started to cry

Your whimpers got louder and louder even though you were trying your best to stay quiet so he doesn’t hear

A few minutes past by and heeseung started looking for you because he sensed something was wrong.

He looked on the calendar really really carefully and FINALLY he came to his realization that it was your birthday but it was kinda too late cuz you hid yourself in your room to cry.

He came into your room to wish you a happy birthday but he sees you curled up into a ball crying to yourself

He felt so bad after this happened, “IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WONT EVER GORGET AGAIN!”

He hugs you so tight as if your life depended on it, won’t leave you out of his sight for the rest of the day. You’ll be hearing a lot of hbds and ilys for the rest of the day~

^ so yeah 🤕

Jay :

I feel like it’s rare that he forgets these type of dates buut for the sake of tumblr lets pretend he completely forgot 😧

You woke up in a great mood because it was your birthday of course

You were expecting to be receive a hbd wish from your boyfriend, but nope nothing all morning.

You received a bunch of hbd wishes on Instagram and other platforms mentioning you, but none of them were from jay :(

You quickly got frustrated and because it was your birthday and your bf the person you love most didn’t remember really hurt

So gradually your face became wet from heated silent tears. But unlike heeseung he would super quickly notice because he’s on his phone a lot and he dates things like ‘y/ns bday’ (idk but I imagine him dating things on his phone)

He’d then be like OH SHIT ITS YN’s BD

Runs to you soooooo quick just to see your face red and a bit wet.

Once your eyes connected your tears started to come out quicker

He literally runs up to you to hug you HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT

After he said that he ran away from you leaving you alone, which made your heart drop thinking that he didn’t care.

But once you finally came out of your room you were greeted with a homemade delicious cake your boyfriend made for you that looked like this

You could tell he felt really bad bc usually he always had a smile on his face while cooking but this time it was a ‘I’m sorry’ face

“I’m really really sorry please forgive me”

All was forgiven bc the cake tasted so mf ing good

Jake :

It was your birthday today, a day that only came once a year so like any other human being it’s a special day for you

You were super excited to see what Jake did for you, because every birthday you had with him was always such a surprise

But today was sort of… different? :(

You saw jake in the living room on the tv and went straight up to him with a smiley face. “GOOODMORNINGGG” 😁

After cuddling for a while on the couch you lifted up your head and asked him If he knew what day it was, he just replyed with a simple Wednesday? With a confused face

I’m pretty sure that one word was enough to make you pretty upset 😅🥲

You started to pout and went back into his chest with a disappointed face.

“Ahh what what, what day is it tell me?” He said playfully, not realizing it was your birthday.

You stayed silent as he checked his phone, ‘y/n’s birthday don’t forget’

When i tell you he gasped he GASPED.

You were already in the verge of tears “IM SO SORRY HBD BABY”

You were still a bit upset at him so you replied with ‘did you really need your phone to tell me what day it was’ 😕

He hugs you tighter while mumbling ‘hbd hbd hbd’

Suddenly let you go of his arms and said he had an errand. Without any explanation he got his car keys to go somewhere leaving you and your thoughts by yourself.

‘Does he not love me anymore that he doesn’t even want to spend time with me on my birthday? ☹️😭”

A while later he comes back and you’re luckily still on the couch where he left you

^^this dude came back with three beautiful cakes from your local cake stores. “I’m bacccckkkk!! please forgive meeeee you know i love you with all my heart 🥺” (okay i hate to use this emoji but there isn’t any other way to describe it TT)

You obviously forgave him because you know it was never his intention to forget,,, “you owe me hugs and kisses for the rest of the day :(“ kindly accepts your request because that is something he’d never complain about #freecuddlesfromyn

Sunghoon :

Okay but like hear me out he’s the type of boyfriend that would ‘pretend’ he forgot your birthday but he actually didn’t

So when he ACTUALLY forgot you just thought he was joking until…

“Hooonieeee, stop joking around I’m seriouss”

“I’m serious too i seriously don’t know what day it is”

“What…”

You leave him for a bit alone with his thoughts, not even gna lie if he did end up forgetting your bday it would take him a while to remember it

But once he remembers he feels so bad 😭

Tackles you with so many hugs and bday kisses and showers you with I’m sorrys and hbd wishes

genuinely ask himself how he forgot the lohls birthday (love of his life’s) literally beats himself for it

And you have to tell him that it’s fine and that you forgive him~

Brings out the birthday cake and sings you a happy birthday song while clapping and laughing.

Puts cake on your nose

Sunoo :

Idk if he’s the type to forget but like jay I don’t think he’d forget

I feel like to him birthdays are the MOST special thing/ date for a person

Like obviously the rest of the members think that but especially sunoo really like sticks to this

So if he had forgotten your birthday you were sooo hurt you ignored him the whole day keeping your distance until he finally remembered

Once he remembered he went to go find you ASAP where you were hiding int he corner of the bedroom moping

He showers you with hugs cuddles kisses pecks, you name it he does it

He feels so bad that he could forget smtg like this, literally asks himself how he could forget such an important date

If the convenience store was still open he’d run to the nearest store and surprise you with a birthday cake. But not just any cake it’d be a cake that was decorated by the one and only Kim Sunoo

Would prepare it so nicely and even have a lit up candle so you can wish on it.

the type to surprise you with it even though he forgot. Brings it to your room while singing the hbd song.

Puts cake frosting on your nose #2, takes lots and lots of pictures to post on insta later

caption : “happy birthday sunshine~”

Jungwon :

he was on the couch as per usual just scrolling through his phone to keep himself occupied but also updated

Not knowing what day it was,,,,,,,

you come outside of your bedroom excitedly to expect a wishful happy birthday wish from the person you love most

But for some reason it oddly seemed like a normal day

“Wonnniiieee my loveeee, guess what day it is!” You said with a sheepish smile

“Hmm wednesday?” He said looking up at you with a calm face

Your happy smile soon became a little pout

“You really don’t know?”

“Isn’t it just a regular Wednesday? Why is there something special?”

oh my- he broke your heart right then and there

You run back into your room because you feel heated tears about to fall, even though it was something small the thought of him not remembering your birthday the day of your birth hurt. A little.

Jungwon was actually super clueless he genuinely didn’t know what day it is but something about you seemed off and the way you ran to your room was quite odd to him so he went and followed you

Before he opened the door he already heard small whimpers from the corner of the bed, and that immediately triggered him and he was about to beat up anyone that made you feel sad 😠 little did he know it was him who made you feel that way

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying”

He holds your chin and turns it to get a better look

wiping your tears with his thumb, you were being a dramatic his giggles make you feel a bit better even though you were mad at him for forgetting

“You forgot my birthday.” You said to him while crying

You can literally see the gears in his brain start to turn when his face went from 😄 -> 😳

“IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY” hugs you so tight that you literally can’t breathe

Doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better, “I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday, I don’t really know what got into me, please forgive me.”< cue the cutest kitty puppy eyes

He kept on rambling on abt how he was sorry and deserves your forgiveness you literally had to shut him up, he was sorry please forgive him >~<

Cuddles you for the rest of the day

Niki :

He was playing video games normally on his phone, until you excitedly stormed into his room “hiiiii babbbbyyyy”

“Well someone is happy today :)”

“Well of course bc u know what day it isss ;)”

“Wednesday?”

😧😦 < that’s what you looked like when he didn’t know, “you really don’t remember?”

“hmm I’m not too sure” he said before going back to his game

you slowly became disappointed and just ‘celebrated’ your birthday by yourself in the kitchen. :,((

he didn’t notice that you were sad at first bc he was busy playing on his phone, around an hour later he went to the kitchen to get a snack when he sees you in the kitchen staring into space rested your chin on you arm.

‘Are you okay? You seemed fine earlier’

You decided to play the silent game and just avoided him... so he tried to get you to talk to him but after a while it didn’t work so he sort of gave up and went to ask his hyungs what’s wrong with you.

“Niki,,, it’s y/n’s birthday omg did you forget??????” Jake said texting niki

and that’s when the lightbulb in his brain turned on

He rushed to the kitchen and back hugged you so tight and gave you so many cheekie kissies to try and make up for ‘forgetting’

But to his luck you were still mad at him

Soooo he came up with the idea of going to the convenience store really quick to get you a bunch of flowers and a nice cake to surprise you~

You ended up forgiving him because he was tickling you threatening you to forgive him

N knowing Niki he’s not a person you can be mad at for long <3

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[leahblackk]

Lies Pt.1

(The gif is not mine. Whoever made this thank you and I’m sorry)

Summary: Spencer Reid and Y/n Y/L are two incredible agents with a beautiful relationship. But things get messed up when Cat Adams comes into their life.

Type: Angst. 

I changed things a little bit so there’s no spoilers for those who haven’t got into this part of the serie. Probably a second part if I dont have another block. Enjoy!

Pt.2 here

Pt.3 here

...

Y/n Y/L and Spencer Reid are some of the best FBI agents the Bureau has ever had, and all of their coworkers can tell you the same. Even those cops and agents who had to work with when the case was far from home. They were always so dedicated to their work. It wasn't a surprise when they got pretty close to each other. They had a beautiful friendship.

Their coworkers and other people they had worked with can tell you they looked so in love with each other. It wasn't a secret. The way they protected each other, the way they looked at each other. In the cases, always talking and laughing around and even got to the point where they got touchy, need to feel the other warmth. Yeah, they were in love.

But yet they were too proud to say it out loud. It took two long years to finally say it out loud. They started a beautiful relationship which, in the words of the technical analysts Penelope Garcia, their relationship was the remainder for all the team that love still exists, even when sometimes all can be sadness and death, they were the ray of sun and happiness who have entered the doors of the BAU.

But like anything can be rainbows and happiness all the time, things got messed up when Cat Adams came into the couple's life. Spencer had questions, and the only person who could give him answers was her.

Y/N on her side didn't feel right talking to Cat. It wasn't because she was jealous, she wasn't like that, and even if she were, she understands that it was vital for him to talk to her. Besides, Spencer wasn't excited either. Adding the fact that she received letters from Adams while Cat was in prison.

Cat Adams was utterly obsessed with Spencer Reid, and when she found out he was dating Dr Y/L, she got furious, so she decided to make a living hell for Spencer's little girlfriend. Writing her letters, telling her how much Spencer loved Maeve and Cat, and because he couldn't have any of them, he decided to pick Y/N as a third choice.

Y/N wasn't stupid, and she understands what Cat was trying to do, but the letters never stopped. Even in those moments when she needed comfort from all the stress, Spencer never found out what was going on.

Y/n exhaled and stood from her desk and walked through the BAU hallways with a million thoughts in her head. She stood in front of the Batcave how Penelope used to call it, and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she heard chairs wheels moving on the floor, and later soft heels steps walking closer to the door. And then the door was opened, letting Y/N see Penelope's face. She smiled at her, and Y/N smiled as well.

"Hey pumpkin, how may I help you?" She asked and stepped aside, letting her friend inside.

"I just need some light and love into this madness," Y/N said while she sits on the empty desk aside from the computers.

"Well, you came to the right place."

Garcia could sense something wasn't okay with her. She sits on her chair and looks at her friend who was playing with her rings and with the specific one that Spencer gave her on their anniversary as a promise ring. Garcia wasn't a profiler, but she knew that the reason why she was acting particularly was because of Boy Genius.

"Tell me what is bothering that pretty mind of yours." She put her hand on her knee to give her comfort cause she knew Y/L wasn't good with talking about her feelings.

"It's just all of this thing about Spencer talking with Cat, I don't know, makes me have this weird feeling in my heart."

"Are you jealous?"

"No, I'm not. I thought that maybe was the reason, but I'm not at all. It's just, I don't know Pen." She exhales, feeling frustrated because she couldn't find the right words.

Garcia gives her a sad smile. "Look, if you were jealous, you don't have to because let me tell you that boy genius is in love with you. He wouldn't cheat on you or hurt you on purpose. Besides, with Cat? That lady is hella crazy."

Y/N chuckled and smiled at her.

"Hey, you two had a party and didn't invite me?" Emily said, walking inside of the room and sitting next to Y/N.

"Well, you are already here," Pen says.

"Is everything alright? Morgan told me Spencer was coming from his little chat with Cat."

"I hope he got the answers he needs," Garcia said, looking over at Emily.

"He didn't," JJ said in the frame of the door, looking exhausted.

"How did everything go?" Y/N asks.

JJ exhaled, walking inside and sitting in front of Emily and Y/N. "It wasn't right. She got into his skin, and he got so mad. When we're driving, he didn't want to talk with anybody. And then when we got here, he went to Hotch's office." "I hope he's okay." Y/N whispers, playing with her ring again.

"Why won't you go and talk to him? He probably wants to see you." Emily says, looking at her, but she was focused on playing with her rings.

Y/N shook her head. "When he's mad, he likes to be alone. Besides, if he went to Hotch's office for a reason."

"You don't want to talk to him, do you?" Emily asked.

Y/N could feel tears in the corner of her eyes and shook her head again. "Is not for something he did, but I don't think I will help if I go with him right now. I just feel weird, you know?"

"It has to be a reason why you feel like this, honey. "Garcia said.

Y/N nod and sigh. "When Spencer and I got together, he already met Cat, and when she found out we were dating, I don't know what happened, and she started sending me letters. She used to tell me how much Spencer loved Maeve and her, and you know I got this job months after Maeve died. Obviously, Spencer told me, but the way she described everything was so weird and hurtful, besides she told me he loved her so much and the reason he was with me it was because he couldn't have any of them and I was the third choice. I know she did it because she wanted to make me mad. But, I don't know, and today she wrote to me and told me she was going to do anything in her power to have Spencer with her again."

Y/N wiped the tear going down on her cheek.

"That bitch." Garcia said, wiping her tears because watching Y/N cry, one of her best friends, hurt her.

"Spencer knows about this?" JJ asked.

"No, he doesn't. It was nothing initially, and then I couldn't find the right moment and then all the stress we had been through. I didn't think it was a good idea."

"Baby, he's your boyfriend. He needs to know." Emily said, grabbing Y/N's tight.

"I know, but I don't think this is a good time either. Please don't tell him, I will, but not now." "Your secret is safe with us," Garcia said, and Y/N smiled at her friends.

…

When Y/N finally felt a little bit better, she walked out of Garcia's Batcave and put herself to work.

"Hey, where were you? I was looking for you." She heard her boyfriend's voice, watching him standing beside her. She looked at him and could sense how tense he was.

"I was with Garcia. How did everything go?" She already knew the answer but still asked. She watched her boyfriend sigh. She didn't notice the cup of coffee in his hand until he put it on her desk.

"It wasn't ideal, but it could've been worse."

"I'm sorry." She said, giving him a sad smile.

"It's okay. I have to talk with you about something." She could sense he was nervous.

"Yeah?"

He looked down, not wanting to tell what he was going to. He didn't want her to feel bad, but he needs her approval.

"Cat wanted a deal. Me going on a date with her so she can tell us what we need, but I needed to ask you first because I am not going to do anything you are not comfortable with because-"Spencer started rambling.

"Spence," She stops him. "It's okay. I mean, I know how bad you need to know this, so yeah, don't worry." It wasn't okay, she didn't want him to go on a date with her, but she would be selfish if she denied it.

Spencer stared at her girlfriend, he didn't think she would agree, and he would understand why. He didn't want her going on a date with someone else too. Yet, he felt relieved.

"Are you sure?"

Y/n only nodded.

…

It was now the day date. Spencer tried to find Y/n before he left, he needed to see her and ask her again if she wanted him doing that, but he didn't find her. She was getting distant from him. He felt weird not having her with him. They couldn't talk about it because Spencer knew that if she needed to speak to him, she'd.

And then with his heart hurt because he couldn't find his girlfriend, he went on a date with the woman who made her girlfriend be apart from him.

…

Y/n was doing paperwork all day, but then she received a strange call.

"Hello?" Y/n asked.

"Y/n Y/L?" The other line asked.

"Who is this?"

"I need you to come to the direction I will send you on a message, alone, please. I need you to save me."

"Who is this?" She asked again, more confused than ever.

"Emily Johnson, please come. She said that If you come with anyone else, she is going to kill me, please. I am scared."

Emily Johnson was one of the victims they were looking for a few months before, but for reasons the team didn't know, the case got closed, declaring Emily Johnson dead. The line went dead, and Y/n didn't know what to do. She knew that she might get in trouble if she goes alone, but she might kill her if Y/n doesn't go.

She grabbed her things and walked out of the Bureau. And then she received a message with the direction. Biting her lip, Y/n got into her car and started driving.

…

Y/n stood in front of a brown apartment door with the number 206. She took out her gun and opened the door softly. She walked inside, closing the door behind her, watching Emily Johnson tied on a chair, tears coming down her face. When Emily watched Y/n, she started moving and tried to talk, but she couldn't because of the tape on her mouth.

Y/n walked where she was. "Hey, it's okay. Everything is okay. You're okay. It is over now." Y/n took the tape out of her mouth, and Emily started crying again.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I thought she was going to kill me."

"I need you to tell me who she is." She started taking off the string who kept her in the chair.

And then the door got open, and Y/n retook her gun, pointing to the door. Her heart got broken when she saw what was in front of her. Spencer, her boyfriend kissing Cat, with his hands on her hair. Y/n put down her gun, and then Spencer pulled away from Cat, watching her, but Cat was watching Y/n with a smile.

Spencer, confused, looked where Cat was looking, and his heart got paralyzed. There was his girlfriend, looking at them with tears in her precious eyes.

"Y/n," Spencer said with all the guilt in the world. Shaking.

"It's her! Y/n, it's her." Emily said, and Y/n came out of her shook.

"Hello, Y/n, it is so nice to see you," Cat said with a smile.

"Sadly, the feeling is not reciprocated. And it's Doctor Y/L for you, " Y/n said. She untied the girl who was shaking and took her hand. "I will return you to your parents, okay? But we need to go with someone first." The girl nodded. Y/n looked at Spencer with disgust. He looked at her with guilt, trying to figure out what to do or what to say.

"Doctor Reid, I hope you can get Cat where she belongs, unless, of course, you want to keep her." She said, walking outside. Spencer took her arm hurt at the name she just calls him. It wasn't Spence, Spencer or even Reid. "Don't touch me."

"I told you I was going to get Spencie back," Cat said.

"What is she talking about?" Spencer asked, confused.

"Doesn't matter anymore."

And then Y/n left. Spencers biggest love went thinking he cheated on her

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[spinster-sisters]

Criminal. khj

TW: Violence kinda, weapons kinda, illegal stuff obviously, exhibitionism, marking, posesiveness, gang? au? possibly, I honestly dont know what this is.

WC: 6k

I normally dont do summaries but I got a funny one:

You and your boyfriend escape a bank robbery.

-

The toe of your shoe clicks against the marble floor as you tap your foot. Across the room, high up on the wall there is an analog clock ticking down the seconds. It’s getting late, and the bank teller couldn’t be going any slower. Only two people ahead of you now.

You check your phone for the fifth time in the past 10 minutes, no update. Must not be running as late as you thought. You shift your weight to your other foot only to start taping once again. Ok sure, you weren’t late, it doesn’t mean you like how long this damn lady is taking.

The line moves up as the teller begins helping the next person. You attempt to swallow your impatience as best you can, pulling out your phone again to quickly slide between apps, but the longer you stand there the louder the ticking of the clock seems to echo around the room.

Looking away from your device, you take another look around the room. Nothing has changed since you came in. In between the doors and the lines, there was a seating area filled with two uncomfortable-looking couches facing each other and a coffee table between them. There were still 3 tellers sitting at their desks, 10 customers in line counting you. Two in the first line, three in the second, yourself, and two others in the last. About as busy as you would expect at this time of day. But the waiting still sucked.

Finally, you hear the teller ask “is there anything else I can help you with?” And you know that soon it will be your turn at the window. Pulling out your phone again you shoot a quick text.

[ it’s my turn next, hopefully, I’ll be out of here soon ]

1:24pm

Just as the woman in front of you steps away a notification dings on your phone.

[ See you soon ;) ]

1:25pm

You sighed at your boyfriend's message, thinking the winky face was a bit on the nose for your taste. But Hongjoong liked to tease.

Dropping your phone back into your pocket, you look up just as the teller motions you forward. The click of your shoe against the tile seems almost deafening in the quiet room as you step forward, trying to mask the small smile Hongjoong’s message had given you.

“what can I help you with today?” The lady at the counter-question with subdued chirpiness. Clearly, she has had a long day, already ready for it to be over. The thought made you wince.

“Hi, there seems to be a problem with the direct deposit on my account. My last paycheck didn’t go in.” You start, placing both hands on the counter.

The teller nods, with mock understanding, clearly just an impulse for years of customer service. Somewhere outside several car doors slam, but no one inside seems to notice the sound.

“Could I have the number of the account?” The teller asks, placing both hands on the keyboard and frowning at the screen, prepared to type whatever comes out of your mouth. You don’t have time to say it.

All the lights on the monitor suddenly shut off. The woman helping you looks taken aback for a second, looking over to her coworkers only to see them doing the same. The hairs on the back of your neck shoot up as nerves build in your stomach.

The next thing happens so quickly you barely register it. The glass door slides open and a metal canister flies into the room. Acting on instinct your hands fly to your ears, your eyes screwed shut, and you drop to your knees. Even with your ears covered it does little to silence the ear-splitting bang that rips through the room. It sends the rest of the room's inhabitants to the floor seconds after you, either from shock or from the disorienting mix of light and sound that came from the small device.

Flashbang.

Your heart jumps up to your throat. You open your eyes but did not let your hands drop just yet. The ring was still sounding in the room, but the blinding light had gone. Just as the last of the ringing fizzled out the doors slid open again.

A group of masked figures took confident strides into the room. Your eyes searched the street behind them, looking for anyone who might notice what’s going on. There was no one. Your stomach dropped again. The others in the room finally seemed to be regaining their hearing and sight, only to shriek when the men came into view. Swallowing your nerves you do a headcount of the patrons. Three tellers, ten customers including yourself. All adults, no children. That was good, children would cause problems.

After assessing the situation and taking a few deep breaths, you look over to the group of men who were starting to spread out around the room. The more you looked at them the more frightening they appeared. Each of the men were were dressed head to toe in black with a mask covering the bottom half of their faces, but even as you sized them up you avoided looking at their eyes, drawing attention to yourself now would be stupid.

Every one of them carried a gun. But as they fanned out across the room only one had it pointed. The same one that spoke.

“Anyone not on the ground better get that way. We don’t have all day.” The voice that spoke was calm but had a clear edge. The tones meaning ran clear in your ears as much as everyone else’s, calm does not mean forgiving. You kept your head down, trying your best to sink into the shadows trying to avoid drawing attention to yourself, that’s what people always said to do right?

You heard a few thuds as the few people in the room who remained standing dropped to the floor. None of the other patrons or staff said a word. Thank god, fighting would make this much more difficult.

“Great, now I want everyone’s hands on the ground in front of them. Try to call anyone and one of us will put a new hole in your head, so why don’t we make this easy and nobody make a sound.” The voice continued in that same tone. Your eyes shot up to make sure everyone was following orders as you placed your own hands on the cold tile next to your bare knees, they were already getting stiff and you hoped this would be over quickly.

A few of the men began walking through the people on the floor, hands on their guns but not drawn, checking just as you did that everyone was behaving. As one of the taller ones drifted toward your spot you stared at the same tile a few feet ahead of you, matching the other patrons around you.

You heard the heavy thuds of footsteps as they paused in front of you, just for a moment. You felt the gaze burn into the top of your skull as you stared forward, holding your breath.

“You don’t look nearly scared enough.” The new voice spoke, completely nonchalant. The next moment, a heavy leather boot pressed down onto your hand, crushing it against the tile. You winced and let out a small cry as pain shot up your arm. It stung as he dug his foot harder onto your hand. Both hands started to shake as the pain built, the knot that had formed in your chest from the moment the flash-bang fell through the air tightened till your breath became choked and shaky. Suddenly the pressure was gone.

“Much better,” the voice all but giggled before moving on.

You took a heaving breath as soon as the boots left your field of vision. You felt sweat start to form on your brow bone. You looked up again. A few terrified faces of other patrons looked at you with fear, clearly expecting that the man was going to blow your head off.

The man who spoke first stepped forward and motioned to the middle teller who was watching petrified from behind his desk, head barely peeking over the edge.

“You,” he started again, taking long strides across the room, walking within a few feet from you on your right side to the opening that led behind the counter, “Why don’t you show me to the safe?” He asked, voice still disconcertingly cordial. The teller gapped for a moment, and the man tilted his head expectantly. The teller stumbled to his feet, eyes not moving from the shiny gun trained on him. He did little more than gesture vaguely for the man to follow him before they both disappeared behind the doors that lead to the back of the bank, 2 of the other men followed behind him.

The room was stiff with tension. For the patrons at least. All of you seemed to be holding your breath, but the men could not seem calmer. Their postures were relaxed, many of them had their arms crossed over their chest or were leaning against furniture. None of them even had their weapons drawn, but they were still visible. Enough to keep everyone shaking with fear with their heads down. It was bizarre but effective for the time being.

Your head was absolutely swimming. Trying to keep notice of the positions of everyone in the room, taking shooting glances around for a few seconds at a time, checking the faces of your fellow hostages. Everyone knows in situations like this it’s best to just comply, you sure fucking hoped the others knew that as well. You tried to lead by example anyway. And then there were the men. You didn’t dare look any one of them in the eye, knowing what kind of consequences that would bring. But you tried to keep tabs on them. They weren’t moving much in the few minutes since the three men disappeared with the teller, but any slight movement they gave was noteworthy into your mind. You had to keep things under control.

The minutes ticked on in almost complete silence, save for the one man who was humming of all things. How could they possibly be relaxed right now you did not know. The sound was harsh against your ears for how gentle it was, it kept distracting you from your thoughts.

The thought in question was a dangerous one. Your back was beginning to ache from being hunched over and your palms were sweating uncomfortably against the marble. From where you sat against the furthest teller window you were blocked from the direct view of every robber by either furniture or walls. What you wanted to do was risky, any slight movement on their behaves would land you in their line of sight. That was an opportunity for anyone who could take it.

You need to text Hongjoong. He needed to know what was going on. You watched the men carefully for the next few minutes, looking for any sign that they might start looking around, but they all seemed perfectly content in their places. With a shaking hand, you slowly began reaching into your pocket. You managed to pull the device out without anyone noticing, but as you slid it into your lap and under your shirt one of the other patrons saw, and their eyes shot wide open. Shit.

They looked at you with frantic, pleading eyes that screamed call for help. They were looking too obvious. You swallowed and shook your head, trying to get them to look away, but they didn’t.

“Heads down,” a deep voice called. Both you and the other patron snapped your eyes to the floor, but after listening for a few seconds it didn’t sound like anyone was moving toward you. You were still blocked from view. With a shaky breath, you slowly pulled the phone out. Unlocking it silently, you pressed on the messages app.

“Well, what’s this?”

Dread shot through you. The man had reappeared from the back, slinking quietly to your side somehow without you noticing. Your head shot up to look at him as he stood, barely 5 feet away from you staring down at your phone. The entire room's attention was now on you. You felt your blood freeze in your veins as the eyes above the mask narrowed into a glare. You didn’t even move to hide the phone, you didn’t move to do anything. You just sat there, staring dumbly back into his eyes. You heard the distant sounds of fear from the hostages and soft chuckles from the men.

The bag he had slung over his shoulder was tossed to the nearest member of his crew, the two that had followed him into the back of the back reappeared, took one look at the scene, one shaking his head before they both carried on out the door with the three bags.

A hand shot into your hair, grabbing it by the roots and pulling you to your feet. Your scalp burned, the pain was so sharp and sudden your eyes screwed shut and you lost Yoruba balance. Disoriented, you let out a shriek at the pain and if it weren’t for the grip on your head you would have fallen right back down. The phone was ripped from your hand. The man slid his hand from your hair to grasp the back of your neck firmly as he looked over the screen. When your eyes opened he was scrolling through the messages from half a moment before laughing a full and wicked laugh.

“Texting your boyfriend? How cute.” He all but cackled. He observed your face, your eyes hard and pricked with tears, and he giggled again. Shoving your phone into his pocket, he motioned to the others before pulling you towards the door. You stumbled over your legs multiple times, letting out cries and hisses as you went but doing little to resist.

The other hostages, let out distraught sobs but you blocked them out, their sympathy would do nothing for you now.

You were pulled out of the building at the same moment the sound of engines roared to life. In one quick glacé you saw that the street was still deserted.

Your back was slammed against the wall of the bank, just out of view of those inside and the barrel of the man's gun was trained on you. You shut your eyes tight.

You heard a bang. And the wailing cries of the hostages inside.

Then familiar lips crashed onto yours. It wasn’t really a kiss, more of a peck. The man's lips moved against yours for only a few seconds, so little you had no time to react before they were gone.

You opened your eyes. His mask was pulled back up, and he had taken a step back. His gun was already holstered at his side.

You didn’t have to see the bottom half of the man's face to know he was smirking. You pushed yourself off the wall and glared at him. At that moment two cars pulled out of the parking lot, one stopping directly in front of you. With a huff you pushed past the man who you could almost guarantee was still grinning.

Opening the door you slid into the backseat against the far window and crossed your arms over your chest. Seconds later the man got in and closed the door. And you were off.

“Come on your not actually mad are you,” he giggled, pulling down his mask.

“You damn near pulled my hair out Hongjoong! Of course, I’m mad!” You spat. You heard the two in the front seat chuckle.

“Oh don’t think you're off the hook Yunho. What the fuck was that? Since when was breaking my hand apart of the plan?” You hollered, kicking your foot against his seat. This only lead to more giggling. You resiliently stared forward, not looking at to boyfriend. He didn’t seem bothered by this in the slightest. Hongjoong slid across the back seat to wrap an arm over your shoulder that even in your rage you didn’t have the heart to shake off.

“But it’s not like I was lying! You looked way too calm. If any of them had looked at you it would have been obvious something was up.” Yunho defended, gesturing with the hand, not on the steering wheel.

“Come on, darling. You know we have to make it believable. I can’t have my best spy get their cover blown because I’m too gentle with you.” The arm around your shoulder tightened, urging you to look at him. Finally, you turned to him, smiling at you so brightly you’d think you were on a friendly road trip.

“Besides, I thought you liked it when I pulled your hair?” Hongjoong said with a cheeky wink. At that Wooyoung howled with laughter from the front seat. You blushed crimson and promptly reached your foot over to kick his seat as well.

“Oh shut up. You were going overboard and you know it.” You grumbled with much less enthusiasm. Hongjoong smiles softly at your pout before leaning back in his seat, giving you a bit more space. Comfortable silence lasted only a few minutes as you drove on before Hongjoong spoke up again.

“Why did you pull your phone out anyway? That was dumb, even if you are on our side.” He asked, fingers rubbing circles comfortingly against your shoulder. You sighed.

“Because the rest of the boys fucked up.” You replied plainly, but still easing into your boyfriend's touch. Both Yunho and Wooyoung made offended noises from the front seat, but you carried on.

“The way they were positioned was wrong. There were blind spots, several actually. You’re just lucky I was the only person in one. I figured I should let you know in case it became a problem.” You continued.

“Hmm,” Hongjoong muttered. While he heard the sound of your voice, you doubted he was listening, as his hand instead taken to playing with your fingers in your lap.

“Isn’t the whole idea of having someone undercover on the inside, so they can tell us where the blind spots are?” Wooyoung asked from the front seat, still clearly offended at your statement.

“I told Yeosang, it’s not my fault you guys planned to take him in the safe this time instead of keeping him in the lobby like always.”You shot back. But even that was half-hearted. Your body really did ache after being hunched on the hard ground for 10 minutes without moving, and the comforting touch of your boyfriend's hands made you melt into the seat, all the tension and worrying about ways it could go wrong eased off your body in waves.

You all could talk about how it went and what needed to be tweaked next time later, right now you just wanted to rest. Hongjoong pulled you against his chest by your shoulder sensing your quick drop in energy.

Just as you were about to doze off a thought popped into your head.

“Hongjoong?”

You could feel the hum he gave in response against your cheek, telling you to continue.

“Are you sure you should have pretended to shoot me? I mean, best case scenario local police add murder onto our rap list. Worst, they find out you have a man on the inside. Either one is bad.” You murmur into his chest. Your group had never killed before as there had never been any need to, and it wasn’t something that any of you really wanted to do.

“That’s only a problem if they catch us.” He replied. Sounding, as always, perfectly certain of himself.

-

Living like this had its pros and cons, much like anything else. The main con being having to drive long ways away for jobs, just as a way to keep yourself safe. Which sometimes meant pulling over on the side of the road at any ditch or shitty motel for the night before getting back to your homes.

As your vehicles pulled into a run-down motel about a mile off the main highway, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had gone into the lobby parading as drunk college students on a road trip to rent the rooms for the night. Needless to say, it had been a long day, the other boys meandered to their rooms and probably fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillows. But not you.

You had been patiently waiting on the hood of the car you arrived in, for the moment Hongjoong got back. And when he did reappear and the others disappeared, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to go lay down as quickly as they did.

As the crunch of their footsteps on gravel faded till they were indoors, you turned your head upwards to the sky. It was late at night and in the middle of nowhere like this, you could see millions more stars than in your home. Hongjoong kept his place, leaning on the car hood next to where you sat, looking up as well but not at the infinite sky like you. No, he was watching your face.

You don’t know exactly how long you sat there, looking up at the sky but you know your neck had begun to ache when Hongjoong finally pulled himself onto the hood of the car next to you. You naturally came to rest your head on his shoulder, still looking up at the stars, but now in your peripheral vision, you could still see Hongjoong studying your expression carefully.

“Something on your mind?” You ask in a quiet voice, still looking up. Hongjoong stirred, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. You tear your gaze from the stars to look at him. The moon cast a pearly light on his face that in your eyes made him glow.

“Sometimes I think I ruined you,” though his words were serious the giggle he gave at the end showed he had no real remorse. You still scoffed.

“I was a criminal long before I meet you Kim Hongjoong, don’t go thinking you

drastically changed the course of my life.” You reply in a dry tone, even if he was joking, it was still a point you wanted to drive home. He had no reason to be guilty with how you turned out, you were probably safer with him and the others than where you were before. He laughed at you again.

Hongjoong laughed at everything. And his laugh was one of the best things about him. Looking at him now, it gets harder and harder to imagine what your life would have been like without him.

“Babe, you were a petty thief, I turned you into a serial bank robber. I consider that pretty drastic.” He shot back, reaching up to pretend to fix your hair.

“If it wasn’t you, it would have been somebody else, and between us? I’m glad it was you.” Your words came out slightly more sentimental than you had anticipated and when Hongjoong fell silent next to you, you promptly blushed and turned back to the stars.

You and Hongjoong very rarely spoke about stuff like this. Even if neither of you would ever admit it, the truth of living life like this is that all it takes is one day, one mistake, for the family you created and the life you live to come crashing down around you. The span of a few minutes could be the difference between running off into the sunset and quite literally never seeing each other again. And after the slight hiccup, you had today that only you had noticed at first, that thought was at the forefront of your mind.

So basically you liked to live in the moment.

It was quiet for a few minutes, him watching you and you watching the sky. There was a very slight breeze in the air, but the summer air was made it more of a gentle cool wind than an uncomfortable chill.

“It’s getting late, you should go to sleep,” Hongjoong muttered. Quieter than his usual quip.

“I slept in the car.” You replied easily. Which was true, and while that nap had been anything but restful with the constant bumps in the road, he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh well, here I was trying to get you in bed but I guess you don’t want to.” He sighed, regaining some of the playfulness from earlier while running a teasing hand up your spine. It gave you shivers, but you had no desire to give in to him so easily.

“Who says we need a bed?” You ask matter of factly. Turning to give him the same wink he had laid on you earlier in the day. Jobs like the one you did today always put you on edge, no matter how many times you did it. Unlike the rest of them, it took you hours to fully relax and admit safety enough to let your guard down. You would never call Hongjoong carefree, but he did have a habit of trying to jump you the moment you were a safe distance away. Hongjoong leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Are you asking me to take you on the hood of this car? Because trust me, darling, I would.” Shivers his your spine once again, but you weren’t quite down bantering yet. You turned your head away from him to look at the beat-up old motel and the deserted parking lot you sat in. Motioning to it all you replied.

“Is this the most romantic place you could find?” You ask, each word oozing with how unimpressed you were by the scenery. At that Hongjoong placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at the millions of shining stars once again. You could feel his next words before they came.

“I don’t know, I think I did a pretty good job.”

It’s true, looking straight up and nowhere else gave the impression that you were sitting on the top of a mountain, the entire world below you and nothing but heaven above. Cheesy, but effective.

Hongjoong accurately assumed your silence meant he had won. Pushing you by your shoulder till your back hit the cool metal, your eyes stayed trained on the sky above. Your legs hung over the front of the car, pushed up only slightly till you lay with most of your body on the hood. Hongjoong’s moonlight face still hung in your peripheral, hanging over you slightly.

You stared straight into the sky as Hongjoong slung his body over yours, trapping your hips to the metal with his own.

“Please tell me you're not going to be super dramatic about this?” You as with your last dreg of defiance. He smirked at you.

“Babe, this is going to be the most dramatic moment of your life.”

And with that, Hongjoong leaned down over you, connecting your lips with a heated kiss. Your arms automatically slung around his neck, pulling him closer. Your breath hitched almost immediately, feeling all strength leave your body as you melted into the kiss. Hongjoong took time to switch between a long slow-paced drag of his lips across yours, to nipping and sucking gently at your bottom lip as he pleased. The air no longer seemed like a necessity, when staying like this forever got more and more appealing.

Running his lips down to your jaw you almost rolled your eyes when you felt Hongjoong suck a rather impressively sized hickey right onto the underside of your jaw. It would perfectly match the fading ones that dotted your collar bones and the base of your neck, though the placement of this one would be much more visible.

Hongjoong’s hand took hold of your waist, slipping his fingers under the hem of your shirt and pushing it to bunch up over your chest, exposing you to the cool night air. He hadn’t removed it completely, but nonetheless he leaned back to admire. The ghost of a smirk wormed its way onto his lips as he ran his soft fingertips along the marks he gave you.

Staring at the ones lower on your stomach, trailing up your body with feather light touches. Your eyes screwed shut when he brushed over the ones on your breast. The bra you had been wearing today was nothing special, if not a little plain, but you could barely stand the heat of his gaze as it traveled up your body along with his hand.

Eventually, he reached the newest addition to the collection of purple splotches on your body. Cupping your cheek with his hand he urged your eyes open.

“I go through all this work to get you out under the stars and here you are with your eyes closed. That’s rude of you.” He stated with an exaggerated frown.

“It’s rude to tease,” you tried to sound as playful as him, but it came out as more of a whine. He giggled at you and carried on.

“I’m not teasing, I’m admiring. Now let me continue or you’ll get nothing.” He replies sternly. The mood suddenly shifting as the sparkle in his eye shifted to a darker hungrier look. You gulped slightly before letting your head fall back against the metal to stare up at the sky again. You felt Hongjoong’s mouth on your body again. His warm lips giving new life to some of the more faded marks on your chest. The cool air suddenly felt incredibly hot as your boyfriend's hands ran up and down your sides, occasionally stopping to squeeze whatever flesh he could grasp. Each time pulled another sound past your lips, although you did your best to muffle them.

“You look so pretty like this baby,” he remarked, barely pulling away, “I want to hear how pretty you sound too.”

It wasn’t spoken like a command, but you took it as one. Letting your mouth hang open in a moan when Hongjoong took one of your breasts in his palm, kneeling it slightly before pulling your bra down just enough to free it. He wasted no time in dragging his tongue over your nipple, then sweeping back down to suck a mark directly on the underside of your boob.

Your legs clenched together as he worked, the small amount of friction it gave in your shorts only served to drive you to more extremes when you rolled your hips against his. You groaned startlingly loud at that, the sensation of his hard dick pressing against your core even through the denim of both your pants pulled wetness from your core quicker than you would ever care to admit.

Hongjoong pulled away with a laugh, sitting up straight to look down at your already keening expression.

“Calm down baby, we have all night. No need to rush.” He chuckled at you. Despite his words, he took almost immediate action, running his hands up your bare thighs till his fingers hook on the waistband of your shorts. He pulled them down, but only just enough. Slipping his hand between your legs to cup your heat, while palming himself over his jeans. You whined again and clamped your legs around his hand, holding it in place. Despite your body’s subconscious efforts, he slid his finger over your cunt through your damp underwear.

Under any other circumstances, it would have been incredibly embarrassing how wet he made you from just touches to your body, but at the moment all you could think about was how desperately you wanted him to continue.

“Your soaking wet already, it feels like cheating with how quickly your body reacts to me.” He mutters, pressing two fingers against your hole, with nothing but a thin scrap of fabric keeping them from pushing inside you.

“Hongjoong, please fuck me. I’m begging you.” You groan, rolling your hips against his hand repeatedly. He broke out in a wide smile.

“I like the sound of you begging. Do it again for me.” He commands, voice laced with honey. You took a shuddering breath, turning your eyes to meet his with a pleading look.

“Please, I need you to fuck me.” You beg with all the desperation you have.

“Oh course baby, all you had to do was ask.” He lilts, tilting his head to the side with a sickly sweet smile.

Hongjoong pulled his hand from your core, which left an unhappy feeling in your stomach. But he used said hand to assist in pulling his dick free of his pants which spurred your legs even further apart. Your hands had been hanging uselessly at your side since this all began but as he leaned over your body once again, staring straight down into your wanton face, your hands flung themselves behind his shoulder to hang off of him.

Hongjoong pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, running it through your folds twice, watching as your face shifted from bliss to desperation each time he almost slipped in. And of course, he laughed. But that was the last bit of torture he gave you before sinking into your cunt.

Your synchronized groans sounded throughout the empty parking lot when he finally filled you to the hilt. And with his own patients starting to run as thin as yours he wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting again.

Your back arched more each time he pushed into you, feeling him stretching your walls and brush against the most sensitive spots inside you made your toes curl. And as he began to build pace his deep pants and groans rang in your ears.

He was doing anything but going fast. Long hard and deep thrusts shook your body in a steady rhythm. Your nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt and your mouth hung open as he fucked into you.

“Come on baby, you're not that far gone already are you?” His voice carried a teasing tone, but his own breath had gone shaky. You both stared into each other’s faces, watching each other’s expressions shift with bliss at every thrust. You were moaning and whining freely now. Words have failed you.

You felt the muscles on Hongjoong’s shoulder strain beneath your fingers, and with your orgasm fast approaching your nails practically clawed down his back. Hongjoong hissed above you, but the action did nothing but spur him on.

“Your gonna cum baby? Gonna cum already on my cock? How desperate you must be, to let a criminal have his way with you like this.” He growled the words down at you. His words shot to your core, making you clench around him, with a whine you forced words past your lips.

“I don’t care, just want you.” The words were barely a whisper. But the effect was the same. With a ringing cry, you came undone underneath him. You shook and threw your head back, staring directly into the stars above you. Your body moved of its own accord, but that was all beyond you. The only thing you could think about was the look on Hongjoong’s stunning face as he came hovering above you.

You both basked in the feeling of waves of pleasure rolling over your bodies. Continuing to grind against each other subconsciously as you rode it out.

The cool air returned with a nip. Hongjoong had all but collapsed above you. As you came back to reality the cold metal of the car suddenly felt so comfortable you could fall asleep right there. You felt your eyes being to drift shut.

“Oh no baby, I’m taking you to bed for real this time.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling himself up to look down at you again. He gave a small smile at your pout.

“Your pretty cute for a dangerous criminal.”

You gathered up the last of your strength to hit him on the shoulder.

-

and this my friends is why I dont make a habit of writing longer things, they just get away from me.

I meant for this to be a short hot sexy lil thing and it turned into this long ass sappy thing

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