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SOC/CK Book Quotes [Gifset Master List]

below is a compilation of my gifsets about soc/ck book quotes (so far). including scene manips, insp sets, and concept sets. as well as any other sets in the grishaverse that i used book quotes/incorrect quotes.

all quote credits go to leigh bardugo :)

Split up into:

Ship or Characters | Chapter of the Book | POV Character | Quote

Six of Crows Quotes (manip scenes):

Kanej | Chapter 4 | Inej | “We’ll be queens and kings, Inej.”

Kanej | Chapter 4 | Inej | “Please, my darling Inej, treasure of my heart, won’t you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?”

Kanej | Chapter 5 | Kaz | In moments like that, he thought she might hate him.

Kaz & Helnik | Chapter 5 | Kaz | “You’ve seen [Matthias]?”

Kaz & Wylan| Chapter 8 & 21 | Jesper & Inej | “Who’s mark?”

Kaz | Chapter 13 | Kaz | “My Wraith would counsel mercy. But thanks to you, she’s not here to plead your case.”

Kanej | Chapter 16 | Inej | “My enemies?” / “Our enemies.”

Kanej | Chapter 25 | Inej | “A strange sound escaped Inej’s throat, part sob, part laugh, a weak, embarrassing sound, but it had been months since she’d heard her own name, her family name.”

Kanej | Chapter 28 | Inej | “If we don’t survive this night, I will die unafraid, Kaz. Can you say the same?”

Wesper | Chapter 32 | Jesper | “Just girls? No. Not just girls.”

Inej & Genya | R&R (Chapter 8) & SOC (Inej, Chapter 33) | Favorite Scene(s) -> Grishaverse

Kanej | Chapter 38 | Kaz | “The sobs he’d ignored.”

Kanej | Chapter 42 | Inej | “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.” [Version 1] / [Version 2*]

Pekka & Kaz | Chapter 46 | Pekka | “I respect your drive, kid. And I understand. You want your money; you want the Wraith back; you want a bit of Van Eck’s hide—”

Six of Crows Insp Quotes (quotes that insp the sets):

Kanej | Chapter 3 | Kaz | Inej’s Saints (multiple quotes)

Inej & Kanej | Chapter 4 | Inej | “One minute [Kaz] made [Inej] blush and the next he made her want to commit murder.”

Kanej | Chapter 6 | Nina | “But Kaz’ll keep to any deal you strike with him.”

Kaz | Chapter 10 | Inej | “The thick sheaf of his dark hair was combed back, the sides trimmed short as always.”

Inej & Jesper | Chapter 17 | Jesper | “That makes you a rotten gambler, Jesper. But an excellent friend.”

Kanej | Chapter 18 | Kaz | “I’ll get us out. You know that.”

Kanej | Chapter 25 | Inej | “The truth was [Inej had] tried to sneak up on Kaz plenty of times since then. She’d never managed it. It was as if once Kaz had seen her, he’d understood how to keep seeing her.“

Inej | Chapter 25 | Inej | Inej + prayer

Kanej | Chapter 38 | Kaz | “[inej] laughed, and if [kaz] could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have.”

Kanej | Chapter 45 | Kaz | “he looked at inej.”

Six of Crows Insp Quotes (concept sets):

Inej | Chapter 2 | Inej | “the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.”

Kaz & Jesper | Chapter 3 | Kaz | “Kaz could have told Jesper that he knew he wasn’t dirty, reminded him that he’d trusted him enough to make him his only real second in a fight that could have gone badly wrong tonight.”

Kanej | Chapter 4 | Inej | “We’ll be kings and queens, Inej. Kings and queens.”

Wesper | Chapter 8 | Jesper | “You’re passable at demo. You’re excellent at hostage.”

Kanej | Chapter 18 | Kaz | “Instead he thought, What happens if I move closer?”

Inej | Chapter 25 | Inej | “Four million kruge, freedom, a chance to return home.”

Kaz | Chapter 26 / 45 | Kaz | Kaz’ real name (multiple quotes)

Kanej | SOC (Chapter 26, Inej) & CK (Chapter 26, Kaz) | “I can help you.”

The Crows | Chapter 28 | Inej | “A gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost grisha, a suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the Barrel who had become something worse.”

OG Crows | Chapter 38 | Kaz | “You shouldn’t make friends with crows” / “Why not?”

Kanej | Chapter 38 | Kaz | “But all he could think of was Inej. she had to live. she had to have made it out of the ice court. and if she hadn’t, then he had to live to rescue her.”

Kanej | Chapter 38 | Kaz | “He needed to thank her for his new hat.”

Crooked Kingdom Quotes (manip scenes):

Kanej | Chapter 11 | Inej | “Did he hurt you.” / “ No. He didn’t hurt me.”

Kanej | Chapter 12 | Kaz | “Why the net?”

Inej & Jesper | Chapter 23 | Wylan | “Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?”

Kanej | Chapter 26 (insp/based on) | Kaz | there was only one bed au/injured!Kaz

Kanej | Chapter 26 | Kaz | “Inej was stronger than he would ever be.”

Wesper | Chapter 28 | Jesper | "Stop.”

Wesper | Chapter 28 | Jesper | “I can read to him.”

The Crows (4/6) | Chapter 42 | Jesper | “It was a little like forgiveness.”

Crows | Chapter 42 | Jesper | “It was a little like forgiveness.”

Kanej | Chapter 44 | Inej | “How many times have you told me you’re a monster? So be a monster.”

Kanej | Chapter 44 | Inej | “That’s the laugh.”

Kanej & Inej’s Parents | Chapter 44 | Inej | Inej saw [her parents] in turn, saw her mother grip her father’s arm. They were running towards her.

Inej | Chapter 44 | Pekka | “Death is a gift you haven’t yet earned.”

Crooked Kingdom Insp Quotes (quotes that insp the sets):

Kanej | Chapter 2 | Wylan | “They were the last words he’d spoken. If he’d talked less, he might have lived.”

**Wylan | Chapter 14 | “My mother is Ketterdam. She birthed me in the harbor.”

Inej & Jesper | Chapter 24 | Jesper | “Mati en sheva yelu. This action will have no echo.”

Inej | Chapter 27 | Inej | “She’d often wished to chip away a bit of his arrogance, but she couldn’t bear the idea of seeing Kaz stripped of his pride.”

Crooked Kingdom Insp Quotes (concept sets):

Inej | Chapter 4 | Inej | I may not have Kaz’s devious mind, but I am a dangerous girl.

Inej | Chapter 4 | Inej | “[Inej] named the blades anyway—Petyr, Marya, Anastasia, Lizabeta, Sankt Vladimir, Sankta Alina—and found courage in each whispered word.”

Kanej | Chapter 11 | Inej | “She had wanted to believe they’d become more to each other. Jan Van Eck had robbed her of that illusion.”

Kaz | Chapter 11 | Inej | “Inej remembered the way the sun had caught the brown in his eyes only hours before.”

Kanej | Chapter 12 | Kaz | “Kaz held her gaze, saw the moon reflected there, twin scythes of light.”

Wylan & the Crows | Chapter 23 | Wylan | “Wylan hadn’t quite understood how much they meant to him.”

Kanej | Chapter 12 | Kaz | “But they’d tried. He’d tried. Maybe they could try again.”

Inej | Chapter 35 | Inej | “When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”

Kanej | Chapter 44 | Inej | “Her life had been a series of impossible moments, so why not ask for something impossible now?”

OG Crows | Chapter 44 | Inej | “They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.” [V1] [V2]

Kanej | Chapter 44 | Inej | “The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible.” [V1] [V2]

Cracked sets / AU Sets (SOC - AU)

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | were we meant to have a happy ending? (not in this lifetime)

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | roomy, and drenched in sunlight

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | ghost maker

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | A Ghost Girl’s Guide to Ketterdam

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | The Four Seasons

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | The Bastard Saint Of The Barrel

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | call it by name

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | Call from the Grave

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | All Kinds Of New Friends

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | My Dearest Inej

AU | Kanej | Collab w/ oneofthewednesdays | “That Laugh?”

AU | Kanej | Criminals/Partners in Crime | after a heist goes wrong, kaz has to clean up inej’s first kill. (part i)

AU | Kanej | Criminals/Partners in Crime | kaz lets inej take lead on their next heist. (part ii)

AU | Kanej | Meeting the Parents | after a bad first impression, inej tries to get kaz to have dinner with her and her parents.

AU | Kanej | Married | Insp by Fic

AU | Kanej | Circus | Magician!Kaz and Acrobat!Inej

AU | Kanej | Reincarnation | maybe i’ll see you in another life / if this one wasn’t enough

AU | Kanej | Hadestown | orpheus as inej & eurydice as kaz

AU | Kanej | Reunion at Van Eck | “Captain Ghafa.” / “Kaz.”

AU | Kanej | Reunion - Handhand Holding | “Welcome back... Inej.”

AU | Kanej & Wesper | Scheming faces | Scheming face?

AU | Wesper | Prince & the Soldier | “Lost Princeling”

AU | Kanej | Sick AU | “What are you doing here?”

AU | Crows | College Majors | Various - Multi

Cracked sets / AU Sets (SOC - Incorrect Quotes)

Incorrect Quote | Jesper & Kaz | Mr. Iglesias | Good morning, Kaz.

Incorrect Quote | Crows | B99 | Rules are made to be broken.

Incorrect Quote | Kanej (ft. Jesper) | Unk | Kaz says “I love you” weird

Incorrect Quote | Crows | Community | And remember, kids: Don’t die.

Incorrect Quote | OG Crows | Unk | “You don’t want Kaz to die.”

Incorrect Quote | Kanej (ft. Jesper and Alina) | The IT Crowd | “Just say you’re sorry and move on.

Incorrect Quote | Kanej (ft. the Crows) | Unk/Insp | Kaz likes Inej.

Incorrect Quote | Crows | Bob’s Burgers | “I am the voice of the night!”

Incorrect Quote | Kaz & Wylan | POI/CK | “My mother is Ketterdam. She birthed me in the harbor.” (repeat)

Incorrect Quote | OG Crows | Parks & Recs | Codenames

Incorrect Quote | Kanej | Unkn/Insp | “We could...”

Incorrect Quote | Kanej | Spikey44 | “...a simple I love you, or thanks now and then would be appreciated.”

Incorrect Quote/Book Quote | Kanej | Tumblr/SOC (42) | “Why are you so cold to Inej?” / “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.” [Version 2*] (Repeat)

Incorrect Quote | Kanej | Unk | “Schrodinger's Cat”

Incorrect Quote | Kanej ft. Jesper | OFMD | “I would love to be stabbed by Inej.”

Incorrect Quote | Crows | Phineas and Ferb*| “Just twice.”

Incorrect Quote | Crows | The Simpsons | “I’d kill for you.”

Incorrect Quotes | Crows | Unk | “How did none of you hear what I just said?”

Incorrect Quote | Crows | Unk | Blocking People in Real Life

Incorrect Quote | Crows | Unk | Arrest Charges? (v1 & v2)

Incorrect Quote | Crows | Unk | Murder

Incorrect Quote | Crows | Unk | [Sneezes.]

Incorrect Quote | Crows | Unk | “Saints.”

Other (Grishaverse):

Manip scene: Shadow and Bone | Chapter 14 | “Just… be careful.” / [Alina] stared at [Genya], baffled. “Of what?” / “Of powerful men.”

Concept: Siege and Storm | Chapter 16 | “But I never thought, I never believed … all those people…”

Concept: Siege and Storm | Chapter 23 | “I have loved you all my life, Mal,” [Alina] whispered through [her] tears. “There is no end to our story.”

Concept: Ruin and Rising | Chapter 7 | I am not ruined, I am ruination (na razrusha'ya. e‘ya razrushost.) (insp quote) [V1] [V2]

Manip scene: Grishas | Ruin and Rising | Chapter 8 | “I need to show you something,” [Alina] said.

Manip scene: Inej & Genya | R&R (Chapter 8) & SOC (Inej, Chapter 33) | Favorite Scene(s) -> Grishaverse* (repeat)

Manip scene: Rule of Wolves | Chapter 28 | Zoya | “It’s for Inej.”

Manip scene: Rule of Wolves | Chapter 28 | Zoya | “And when you rush a job, you don’t get to complain when the job goes wrong.

#sabedit #shadow and bone #six of crows #crooked kingdom #mygifs13 #mygifs14 #leigh bardugo #soc & ck masterlist #shadowandbonedit

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ka-writes · 3 years

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Notes: I am posting every week now.. :/ <3 also sorry it’s shorter than usual, I did it within a day instead of a full week.

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 8:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Ao3 link:

Other fic:

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Warning: cussing, lots of pain, panic attack, mentions of blood.

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Chapter 9: Lost.

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What the fuck just happened?!

That was the only question racing through Tommy’s mind.

One moment he was finally drifting into a peaceful sleep, the next one of the crew members was getting him and Tubbo up and ushered them out of the ship. Now they were on an unknown planet attempting to gain any energy possible.

Once he finally blinked his tired eyes open, he looked at the surrounding terrain. They were in the middle of a field at night. Stars were the only thing lighting their patch of land. Soft flowers and grass flowed easily with the small chilly breeze. A forest was to their left, an ocean to their right. Both leaving conflicting peaceful aromas mixed with flowers and a crisp breeze. Behind them were huge cliffs blocking and hope of going that way. Leaving the only option to head to a town that lay ahead of them.

After he surveyed the environment he turned to his partner, who was currently sitting on the ground, presumably to read the land through the plants.

That was an interesting ability to find out. One night he found the droneling sitting next to a small plant, Dream had left, talking about what the others were doing. If Tubbo was connected to a plant his senses were tripled and he was even able to echolocate if other plants were connected to the one he was using. His eyesight was very poor in the dark leaving the crew to have to make night vision goggles, making him look even more like a bee. Sadly that was left on the ship along with the rest of their gear. All of which was Dream’s and only his.

“From what I am seeing there is a village ahead.” Tubbo gestured towards the plain in front of them.

“Affirmative.”

“We head there then. I will either have to crawl or hold on to you.”

“It would be better if I led you. You wouldn’t look as stupid then.” Tommy playfully responded, receiving a small sting from his counterpart’s nail. “I am just joking! You look stupid either way.” A hoofed foot kicked Tommy’s shin, and with that they headed towards the warm glow.

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“Dammit George!” Sapnap yelled into the pitiful night, which still felt like day in the busy port city.

“Language! And yes I am very mad at his actions too.” Bad added, which was unnecessary but only furthered the other’s rage.

The blazeling started fuming. His eyes turned into orange embers and smoke escaped out of his mouth, which only furthered as his fangs doubled in size revealing a glowing orange at the back of his throat.

The other shook his head and pulled the other into a tight hug. It was as if all pent up rage vanished, leaving only hurt and betrayal in his mind.

After a few hours of sitting at the end of the dock looking into the vastness of space, the pair got up and looked for new job opportunities, hoping to find at least one.

They wandered from place to place, before finally landing in a small bakery.

Even after four months of living a relatively normal life they felt lost within its seams.

Eventually Bad found a partner and became head manager of the small bakery, finally weaving himself into the domestic lifestyle.

As for Sapnap?

He was lost. Guilty, hurt, and cold to the world. He pondered on the thought of what he could’ve done differently so he wasn’t just discarded when his ex-best friend claimed to not need him.

His endless drifting led him to a casino. He met his fiancés who turned from fury to concern quickly after they noticed his disheveled appearance.

Only after the trio was reunited for three months did he let down his wall. It took two more months to confess to everything.

Surprisingly, they didn’t leave him to be lost again. They helped weave his story back into society, and he was found.

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“George…. Not Found.” A computer voice rang through the cabin for the twentieth time.

The captain pressed the code again, switching it mindlessly to another planet. His patience no longer there.

“George…. Not Found.” The captain’s hand punched the monitor, “ERROR” static filled the cabin and blood tainted the deathly clean smell.

He mindlessly walked through the halls and switched on a small illusion box and watched the ISF news for the hundredth time. Hoping that there was an update on the human’s whereabouts. And for the hundredth time no news was reported.

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They finally made it to the edge of the town. Slipping down a small alley they scanned the area.

Odd.. why weren’t the signs written in common? That was a law everywhere, it made it so much easier for people to understand the purpose of shops.

The lamps also seemed dated, and the buildings were a different kind of structure than what most towns used.

There were also strange illusions, they only moved within the confinement of the screen.

Tubbo turned to the human who stood shell shocked.

He turned his head to what his partner was staring at.

It was a human.

What the hell??

Tubbo started falling in on himself. His brain became a static escape. Tommy turned to the now panicking droneling.

The other human noticed the commotion.

They started walking towards the pair, which only led Tubbo into a more panicked mindset.

After a minute the world spun to a stop and he woke up in an unknown room, a human sitting beside him anxious beyond belief.

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They certainly weren’t expecting to find two teenage starlings panicking in an alleyway, on their nightly walk.

It started off wonderfully. The night was crisp and the colony was flourishing.

No one knew of the colony’s whereabouts and even few knew it existed.

Eret the monarch of the first non Earthian colony. It was full of refugees, most of which being humans, few having other heritage.

He usually took a patrol every night. Checking in on new colonists and shops. Reviewing stock supplies, and any suggestions from the colonists.

Most of the time nothing happened. But this time two starlings that have been circling the news for sometime wandered into an alley, luckily they were found by none other than the monarch of this land.

He was stressed to say the least. They were supposed to be under the care of two of the most well known ships on this side of the galaxy. Both of which had declared war on eachother.

On one end if he took them to the Dream Team ship, he would most likely be unscathed when it came to confrontation from the ISF. Yet they would know of the location of the colony and probably would attack him sooner or later.

On the other end, he would be handing off two starlings to the biggest pirates in the galaxy. Meaning they would have no obligation to keep the colony a secret if it benefited them.

She made the decision to talk to the two in the morning, when all of them are less lost when it comes to plans.

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The news struck all of the crew in the heart.

Two starlings were reported missing. Both said to be returned to the Dream Team ship.

None of them knew whether to be ecstatic or terrified.

Either one. The pair had figured out a way to escape, or two they were dead. Both are plausible when it comes to what Dream could’ve done.

Either way, tears streamed down all of their faces for the first time in months.

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There was one thing Tommy was sure of.

They were lost, within the vastness of space and had barely any hope to return Tubbo home.

Instead of taking the time to sleep, he voted to sit by the window and watch the town end nightly activities and start on morning routines.

He was tired, sure. But for the past six months he couldn’t find it in him to sleep. When he did it was dreamless and empty. Furious voices yelling at him for things he had done in both present and past. It was unbearably lonely and more often than not he got lost within the confines of his mind.

So instead he sat by a window, resting his head in his arms and staring at the people moving past shops and such. He matched stories with faces and entertained the idea that many of them had much worse lives than him. Or that they had better lives than he had ever known.

There was a pang in his chest, as he watched siblings walk through the streets carefree and happy.

His tears fell silently as he stared at the scenes.

He told many stories to himself that night.

He got no sleep.

And the galaxy’s pain crashed down on him.

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Chapter 9-End

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Everyone be lost.

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Remember to go take care of yourself! Also likes are appreciated but reblogs are better!!

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Chapter 10:

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solarwriting · 4 years

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Road Trip {Gina Porter}

summary: the musical was over and spring break has begun; the gang has decided to go on a roadtrip while y/n and gina try and deny their feelings

characters/ships: Gina Porter x fem!Reader; Rickey Bowen x Nini Slazar-Roberts; Ashlyn Caswell x Big Red; Carlos Rodriquez

song insp.: this entire playlist Teenager In Love - Madison Beer, What I Need - Hayley Kiyoko

word count: 1.6k

note: Gina is a wlw you can’t tell me otherwise | send requests!

part 1 | part 2

The gang finally had a break from musicals, school, and drama. Spring break was upon them and there were no pressures of an upcoming musical to stress them out. As far as Y/n could tell no one had any plans so she took it upon herself to make plans for them.

Y/n told Ricky, Nini, Carlos, Big Red, Ashlyn, and Gina to meet her at her house in the garage. When they arrived Y/n told them what she wanted to do, and they all thought she was crazy.

“Um, I just looked it up and it’s an eleven hour drive.” Ricky explained, motioning to his phone.

Ashlyn jumped in, “And it can’t be cheap.”

“You see, I already have that figured out, my uncle has a friend who can give us tickets, so that’s covered. We just need to stop at one hotel on the way there and back, so we don’t have to drive in the dark.

“If we go to cheaper motels and only stop in three cities, one on the way there, one once we get there, and one on the way back. Then we will have spent almost no money. Besides gas but that’s okay.”

“Are we really going to see Beetlejuice: the Musical?” Carlos exclaimed with an excited squeal.

Everyone looked around at each other before smiling and cheering.

The day had come, the gang was going to San Francisco to see Beetlejuice: the Musical - the off-off-Broadway version but a musical nonetheless. Y/n was the first up to drive, it was her van after all. She picked up Gina and Ashlyn first, Gina sat in the passenger seat and Ashlyn sat in the seat directly behind her. Y/n Picked up Big Red and Ricky who was already at Red’s house. Red sat next to Ashlyn and Ricky sat in the far back directly behind him. Y/n picked up Nini next, who sat next to Ricky. Carlos was picked up last who took Big Red’s spot while Red moved to sit next to Nini, right behind Ashlyn.

Everyone packed as little as possible, trying to fit a lot in the van’s small trunk was one challenge they couldn’t pass by.

“Hey, Carlos, sorry Seb couldn’t come.” Y/n said, glancing at Carlos through the rear view mirror.

Carlos sighed, “It’s okay, he had to help on the farm.”

A comfortable quiet fell on the van as music played sofly from the speakers. everyone stuck in their own little conversations. Gina looked over at Y/n who’s eyes were focused on the road. Y/n looked at Gina, catching her stare. The two girls’ faces heated up both of their eyes averting back to the road.

“You know,’ Y/n started, motioning to her phone resting on the center console, “You can change the music, if you want.”

Gina smiled and grabbed the phone, scrolling through Y/n’s playlist titled ‘Roadtrip!’ before settling on a song. She played the song and turned the music up with a smile, She by Harry Styles began streaming through the speakers, a favorite between the group.

Everyone soon started to sing along,

She lives in daydreams with me She's the first one that I see And I don't know why I don't know who she is

The first few hours flew by and soon everyone needed to stretch their legs, use the bathroom and get snacks and gas. Y/n put the gas in the van wile the others were in the station most likely getting snacks. Ricky and Nini were the first to walk out of the small building, Y/n tossed Ricky the keys.

“Your turn to drive, I need a break.” Y/n explained as she inserted her gas card into the machine. She hopped into the van, sitting in far back on the same side as the driver. Gina was the next to enter the van, Ricky and Nini already sat up front ready for everyone to load up.

Gina sat next to Y/n passing her a bag of her favorite snacks and her favorite drink, “Thanks, Gina.”

Gina smiled, slightly embarrassed, “It’s not a big deal, I figured you were busy with gas and stuff.” Her cheeks were warm and she shrugged it off before buckling herself next to Y/n, Carlos on her other side.

Ashlyn and Big Red sat in the middle row lost in their own conversation. Since Nini was sat upfront everyone was subjected to listening to the soundtracks from her favorite musicals for the next couple of hours.

“Where did we even end up?” Gina asked Y/n who was taking a sip of her drink.

Y/n looked out the window trying to remember, “Elko, I think.” She looked at Gina with a small smile.

Y/n wasn’t sure why she felt the way she did around Gina, they had been friends ever since she transferred right before their sophmore year a few moths ago. Y/n would find herself annoyed when ever Gina spent too much time with EJ or Ricky. Y/n got particularly angry with EJ during the dance he took Gina to. Y/n didn’t know why she felt hot while Gina sat so closely to her. Y/n kept her hands in her lap awkwardly, her knee sometimes knocking against Gina’s.

Y/n was lost in her thoughts and soon her snack and drink were soon forgotten as she drifted off, the three hours she spent driving taking its toll on her. Her head fell to the side, colliding with Gina’s shoulder.

Gina’s eyes widened at the sudden weight her her shoulder but smiled to herself when she saw Y/n sleeping peacefully against her. Gina blushed and returned to her conversation with Carlos.

A few hours had passed and the sun had begun to set by the time Y/n had woken up, her head still lying on Gina’s shoulder, who had been careful to not wake her. Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, her brows furrowed as she looked around before she realized she was on someone. Her head shot up, eyes widened as she looked at Gina with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry.” Y/n mumbled to Gina.

Gina smiled and leaned close to Y/n and boldly whispered into her ear, “I didn’t mind.” Shivers ran down Y/n’s spine, feeling Gina’s breath on her neck like that.

Gina sat back, her cheeks rosier than usual. Y/n’s face not so different as she tried to hide behind her hand as she rested her arm on the arm rest and looked out the window.

Music still played softly, this time it was some sort of soft hip-hop or rap only he and Big Red really knew, but no one complained. Everyone was fairly tired, sitting in a car for about seven hours could do that to a person.

At some point Nini took over driving and Ricky was in the passenger seat, explaining why his music was playing. Y/n yawned and stretched as best as she could.

Y/n looked out the window finally noticing the beautiful sunset that graced the horizon. The highway wasn’t so beautiful but the mixture of oranges, pinks, reds, and yellows made up for it. Y/n sighed contentedly and pulled out her phone snapping a few pictures before choosing one to share on her story.

She flipped her phone’s camera, nudging Gina getting her’s and Carlos’ attention taking a picture while the golden light was still kind to them posting this image with the caption ‘road trip going strong’ adding a small heart next to it.

Y/n and Gina began talking about their future plans how Gina wanted to go to a preforming arts college and how Y/n hoped to get into art school. Y/n was unsure about getting accepted but Gina reassured her, “You’ll definitely get in, they’d be crazy not to have you, plus that’s two years away.”

Y/n smiled, “Yeah,” She chuckled, “Maybe we’ll end going to school near each other.”

Gina blushed at that comment, “Yeah, maybe.”

The two continued to talk as the van continued to barrel down the highway, the sun slowly sinking behind the horizon. Soon Nini pulled into a small motel that lay just of the highway. The motel was small and slightly sketchy but they didn’t mind as they all clambered out of the van and pulling their bags out of the cramped trunk.

Ricky went ahead to rent a room for the night, Y/n told him two rooms each with two beds would be the most convenient for everyone. The couples could be in one room and share beds and the three singles could each sleep alone, one of them on the couch.

The six waited outside for Ricky with the keys, the entrances to each room being outside. Ricky walked out with a frown on his face, “They only had one room but it has two beds and a pull-out couch.”

“Ricky and I get a bed!” Nini called as she followed her boyfriend towards their room. “Big Red and I can share a bed too, if that’s okay with you, Red.” Ashlyn said softly.

“You and Gina can sleep on the pull-out, the floor would probably be better on ,y back anyways.” Carlos offered as he followed the group up stairs leaving Y/n and Gina in the back both of them sharing embarrassed faces.

What a cliche.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts imagine #ricky bowen x reader #ricky bowen x nini salazar roberts #gina porter x reader #big red x ashlyn #ashlyn hsmtmts #ashlyn caswell #ej caswell x reader #ricky x ej #this was lowkey inpired by papertowns?? maybe?

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hiddenstoriesofthedark · 5 years

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Aftermath

A/N: I’ve seen this prompt been done before with this ship, but it’s always been done with Marinette getting hurt and Damian losing his shit so I decided to pull a lil switcheroo cuz our Mari is one hell of a badass and I just really wanted to see this. Thanks to @ozmav for the AU and @maribat-archive for the insp when I read through your tumblr uwu

Damian stopped his leg from jittering up and down for what must’ve been the third time. Nerves crackled through his body, though they flew to new extremes when he heard the sound of familiar, light footsteps rapidly approaching. As her face came into view, he could see the relief wash over her in a gentle smile he had come to adore.

“Oh, thank god—” She cut herself off abruptly and despite himself, he couldn’t help but swallow nervously. The smile slid off smoothly, leaving a cold look behind that he couldn’t quite decipher. Her nearing steps were calculated as she crouched in front of him.

Marinette tilted Damian’s chin up to get a better look at his face and the evidence of the fight. She delicately thumbed away the streak of blood by his mouth, saying nothing as she examine it. After a brief pause, Damian’s heart skipped a nervous beat as she looked him dead in the eyes. Her voice was quiet and tense, her anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”

“I’m fine, Angel—” he tried to soothe her in a calming voice but she cut him off for what must’ve been the first time since they met.

“That’s not what I asked.”

Damian bit his lip before mentally cursing. He had forgotten it was busted. But still, that didn’t distract him from the fact that he couldn’t tell her who did this. Marinette would go after them, with her heart too big and kind for her tiny body, and he didn’t think he could take it if she tried to face the Joker alone.

“The Joker?!” She almost shrieked. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that.

#maribat #marinette x damian #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #fic: aftermath #daminette #damianette #bamf marinette #anyways uwu I just want her to be intimidating

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h3trappedcollection · 4 years

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Author Interview

I reached out to all the amazing and talented authors who wrote for the H3TrappedCollection in 2019 and they were kind enough to agree to answer some questions!

Let’s start with @dangerliesbeforeyou 💖💖

Stories written for the Collection:

Mirage

The one where Shao Fei gets sick

Interview:

How did you come into the Trapped fandom?

I watched the previous HIStory’s in 2018 & so when I saw the teaser for Trapped, I knew I’d have to watch it lol

Who’s your favourite character?

In the Trapped appreciation week, I said it was Tang Yi, but tbh it’s really a combination of him and Shao Fei (& also Hong Ye…) I just love how a lot of the characters are so well fleshed out in terms of their characterisation! (especially for Hong Ye… like a female character!? With dimension?! Madness!)

What’s your favourite trope?

Would it be too cliché if I said ‘enemies to (half)friends to lovers’ lol? It’s just such a fun dynamic to see characters grow from being rivals to falling in love… (it also speaks a lot about the growth of respect and understanding between characters which is actually often lacking in more conventional romantic tropes?)

What do you like about writing for Trapped?

It’s mainly Tangfei’s dynamic that I love to write… whether it’s missing scenes or post-show stuff, it’s just really fun to explore their relationship (as well as the dynamics and relationships of the other characters to them!)

Care to elaborate on your writing process?

… it’s mainly ‘think of a story idea – write story idea – hope to actually finished story idea – inevitably fail and forget to write for 6 months – cycle repeat’ lol… I always find if I don’t finish writing something within a few days then it’s just never getting finished… hence why the majority of my Trapped fics are oneshots lol…

Your favourite Trapped fic by another author?

Ohh man that’s really tough tbh… I’d maybe say ‘you were here, winter is gone’ by starrystars because it’s seriously so beautifully written! And the story is both depressing and super heart-warming! There’s so many brilliant fanfics in the tag though!!

What do you want to write but never had the nerve to?

Multi-chaptered fics that are 100k words long… I just have never had the patience lol… also, smut… I’ve attempted writing m rated stuff in the past but just end up cringing lol… Huge amount of kudos to any author that can write decent smut AND 100k long fics lol!

If you want, please share a snippet of your current Trapped WIP!

Unfortunately, I haven’t really got any drafts… but I DO have a few fic ideas written down in my phone notes which I’ll share (btw if anyone is interested in any of these ideas & please feel free to write them cos chances are I never will lol!) –

A Boys of Flowers insp fic (I just wanted to recreate that scene from the drama where Geum Jan Di kicks Gu Jun Pyo in the cafeteria with Tangfei instead lol…)

Pride and prejudice insp fic (I did actually start writing it… and maybe one day I’ll finish it *sigh*)

Fifi appreciation (it’s what she deserves lol)

Harry potter au (pretty sure this has already been done lol… every ship deserves it’s own few hp aus!)

Something I’ve just written as ‘Grandpa’ where it’s just shao fei roasting tang yi for being a Literal Old Man lol…

I also started writing something where Hong Ye walks in on Tangfei making out… don’t actually know where I was going with that one ngl lol…

Thank you so much @dangerliesbeforeyou for answering my questions!

#h3trappedcollection #history 3: trapped #history 3: 圈套 #author interview

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imogenkol · 6 days

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— WIP IT IS WEDNESDAY MY DUDES

reposting because tags are broken sorry

They're having a very normal night out at the cantina

“I still get my fair share of killing in The Guild, of course. It is a profession that keeps me satisfied on multiple fronts.”

Bix’s eyes glinted knowingly. “You mean, it keeps you from getting bored.”

“Precisely,” Imogen answered with a devious grin. “However, I do find Jedi to be the most effective in that regard. I very much enjoy a challenging duel.”

“I’ll add that to the list of things I know you like to do, then.” She mumbled her next words into her cup as she downed the rest of her drink. “Murder, torture, lightsaber fights.”

“And you enjoy making black market deals and drinking cheap ale I would not feed to a womp rat.” Imogen placed her arm behind Bix and began to caress the backs of her fingers up and down her lover’s side as she stared intently at her. “What a pair we make.”

One of the bartenders — a young female Mirialan with most of her green skin exposed in a tight, revealing outfit — came up to them to retrieve what she must have assumed to be two empty cups. When she noted the practically untouched ale at the end of the table, she asked “Are you finished with this?”

“Yes,” Imogen answered without taking her eyes off of Bix, who had turned her attention to the younger woman.

The bartender continued to intrude. “Could I interest you in something else?”

“No,” Imogen said, dragging the word out in an impatient drawl. She forcefully tore her gaze away from Bix to throw a cold look at the Mirialan. “I get the distinct impression that everything here is as dreadful as that ale.”

Bix rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Ignore her. I’ll take another,” she said, handing over her empty metal cup.

As the slightly disgruntled bartender disappeared from sight, Imogen raised an eyebrow at the mechanic. “‘Ignore her’?”

“It’s the quickest way to get your attention, isn’t it?” Bix asked in anything but an innocent tone.

“Perhaps for you.”

“Come on,” Bix teased, tapping her index finger under Imogen’s chin, “you don’t think she’s cute?”

The bounty hunter grinded her teeth at the implication. “I might have thought so, if you were not here beside me.”

Bix lifted one of her shoulders in a half shrug. “I think she’s cute.”

Imogen narrowed her storming eyes and pulled her lover in closer by her waist. “Do you believe making me jealous is wise?” she mused in a low, smooth tone.

The Mirialan returned with a fresh cup of ale. As she set it on the table, Bix placed a couple of credits down as payment. When the bartender reached for them, Imogen’s free hand clamped down on top of hers like the swift strike of a serpent. The young woman gasped and Imogen saw movement out of the corner of her eye — a bouncer taking a tense step towards them. Imogen smiled dangerously at the girl. She supposed she was more attractive than most, but her looks did little to tempt Imogen beyond mischievous curiosity. She took a moment to lightly prod into the bartender’s mind.

The initial embers of irritation towards Imogen swiftly gave way to a sudden wave of fear. This girl knew she was dangerous, but she didn’t know just how dangerous she could really be. If only she could paint a clearer picture. Imogen felt her own ire melt into amusement as she tightened her grip ever so slightly and caused the girl to flinch. Satisfied, Imogen released her.

“Run along now,” she dismissed.

Bix leveled her gaze. “Are you that starved for attention?”

Imogen pursed her lips thoughtfully at the sight of the bouncer returning to his post. “I may kill her yet. If only to be banned from ever returning to this hovel.”

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#oc insp: Imogen Kol #ship insp: if I had a heart #sorry to everyone that already likes it. tumblr is a functioning webbed site #let’s hope they work now #anyway yeah neither are normal in public let’s just make that clear rn

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asarahworld-writes · 3 years

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insp. [x]

She watched the men who circled her, hefting great weapons that would do far worse than kill her if fired. She was, of course, in complete control of the situation, if not exactly where she wanted to be. Ideally, it would be the captain tied in a prisoner’s chair and herself doing the interrogation… but she’d work with it. After all, she knew all there was to know about this ship and its crew. She’d done her research. She also knew the ship had gone missing a week after leaving a decimated and plundered mining colony in its wake.

“Which leads us back to my original question – how are you transporting the chrysalis? Any sudden motion is apt to tear the whole thing apart!”

“What we do with it, is none o’ yer business, sweetheart,” the captain leered. “As it happens, we’ve a buyer who’s prepared to do ‘is own transport. So don’t you go on worryin’ yer little head.” He ended with two lazy clicks of his tongue.

“Oh, I’m not worried,” River lied. “You see, I was hired to take the chrysalis, through any means possible. Destroyed if necessary. This job’s more of a preventative measure. Whatever it takes to stop the children from misbehaving. The chrysalis isn’t the actual job. You are.”

“You ‘ear that, Siantik? We’re ‘er job. Who’d pay ‘er to take us out, then?

“Oh, I don’t think that part’s relevant.” River glanced at pirates, still strategically guarding all exits from the room. If only she wasn’t restrained, she could activate her vortex manipulator – seize the chrysalis and leave. Surreptitiously, she resumed shimmying her wrists together, feeling the rope burn away at her skin. She paused, tested the rope’s strength, and continued her efforts. It would take time to loosen the ropes. Time she simply did not have.

“Are you going to kill me, then? Because you’d better get on with it, I don’t have all day to spend sitting around here waiting for you.” River goaded the pirates, wishing they would come and untie her. Didn’t they realize that she was on a tight schedule? “Killing me or not won’t help you to survive what comes next.”

“And what’s that?” The captain advanced on her, hand poised over his weapon.

River laughed. “I don’t suppose it matters whether I tell you or not, especially if I’m going to die anyway.”

“Sir,” a young midshipman entered the room, “she’s got a partner.” The captain spun the new information back towards River.

“How many others are onboard?”

River kept her face stoic. “None. This was a solo mission. I don’t work well with others, was an exceptionally strange child when I was young,” she said lightly.

“Bring the other in here. We’ll interrogate them together.”

The shipman returned a moment later with another woman, bound and gagged. River looked her over once, then back to the captain, shrugging.

“You’re in league with her then?”

“I’ve never seen her before,” the new arrival said. She looked at River intently and, for the briefest moment, River thought she could see the woman’s past glowing golden around her. River frowned.

“Bring her closer.” Despite her being the prisoner, it was not a request and the shipman complied. River studied the other woman’s face, looking deep into her whiskey eyes. There was the faintest shimmer of gold, and River unconsciously reached out to touch her hand.

“The Heart of the TARDIS,” she whispered.

“You do know each other, then, eh? That settles it, add on a charge of conspiracy and y’ell both get the ‘ern.”

River looked at the golden woman who’d been touched by the TARDIS and cocked her head. “What would you say to getting out of here and going somewhere a bit more…civilized?”

The golden woman smiled. “I’d like that very much.” She looked at the device on River’s wrist. “Is that a Vortex manipulator?”

“Thought you hadn’t noticed,” River grinned. This cell was definitely not the end of this particular adventure. She held out her hand. “Took it off the black market. Well, I would have taken the seller off the market if he hadn’t sold it to me, and let’s just say that it wouldn’t have been the fun way.” She winked.

#wip #rose tyler #river song

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minyoongisjiminie · 5 years

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"let's forget everything until this moment passes..." (myg)

[cr to whoever made this gif! sadly I couldn’t find the og gifmaker :( ]

ship: yoongi x reader

genre: smut, angst

warnings! : cussing, explicit sex, oral (female receiving), heart breaking end (i'm sorry)

short summary: you and yoongi were together for two years but realised that it won't work out anymore. you guys broke up. it was hard for both you and you didn't talk to each other for a good amount of time. but you eventually needed to take your things out of his apartement.. and you couldn't avoid him..

insp song/matching song: house of cards - bts

word count: 2k

a/n: hello ^^ this is actually my first time writing an oneshot, and it’s actually quite fun! I’m used to writing a full series so that’s a new experience! hopefully you’ll like it, and please understand that english is not my first language <3

You never thought that you would take your things and just leave him and his world, easily like that. Just like that. Like nothing ever happened between you guys.

It hurt you so deeply to stand in front of his apartement. You looked upon to the window that you were sure, was belonging to his room. You breathed out and used the key, that you still had, to get into the main floor.

It was now nearly a month since you guys broke up. You knew that it was needed, you both weren't happy anymore and so caught up in your work that you didn't realise that when you met, you basically were just fighting or hurting each other with knife-sharp words. Even though both of you deeply loved each other... You also knew it needed to be done. Neither of you would slow down with your job nor risking it.

You put the key in the lock and went in.

The smell.. was painfully familiar. Your legs seemed to give in. But you needed to resist this. As long as you're here.

You prepared yourself to quickly get your things and leave. Even though Yoongi clarified that he wouldn't be here while your packing, you were still afraid that he might chime in.

You entered his bed room. The bed still had the same bed sheets as the last time you slept there. As you realised that he was nice enough to put your stuff in a little cotton bag, you couldn't stop but to look over his room.

Yoongi's room didn't change at all, everything was the same as before. When your hand stroked over his mahagoni desk, you also recognized that the pictures of you were still intact. Pictures of weird selfies you took of yourself as well as little polarids that you took along with Yoongi. You would always force him to make these stupid grimaces..

Your feelings blew up in a second and you could feel how your tears were forming, ready to fall down. Before you guys broke up, his room wasn't as covered with your pictures as it was now. Back then there were some but not as many as now. This just showed that he missed you as much as you missed him. And now you had your answer: he was as sore, these couple of weeks as you. Maybe even more?

You were so caught up into the polaroids that you didn't realise that someone put the key in the lock and entered the apartement. The footsteps on the tile were getting louder and louder, but you couldn't hear anything else than your fast beating painful heart.

"Oh.. You're still here?"

You faced the familar voice. There he was. He wore some skinny ripped jeans and a black stüssy hoodie. You instantly remembered that you bought it for him. His black hair was messy, probably because of the rain outside.

"Uhm.. yes. Sorry, I'll be gone in a few." You showed him your back again and fastly rubbed your eyes, trying to hide your wet red-ish eyes.

"You okay?" He came closer towards you. Your back still facing him. His scent made you dizzy and you couldn't think properly. Before you could even reply he pressed your shoulders, slightly. Your heart stopped a beat. "What are you..." He was holding your shoulder and moved you, so could face him. "Gosh.. You don't know how much I missed you.." He looked deep into your eyes and put his forehead on yours. It was all so dream like.

Your break up was messy, hurtful and you both lost so much respect towards each other. But this moment seemed like nothing of all that really happened. You started to tear up again. It was hard for you to breathe, you felt like you would collapse in his arms.

"Shh. Let's forget everything until this moment passes.."

You nodded slightly and were about to wipe away your tears again, but Yoongi stopped you from it. He held your hands in his, preventing you to do anything with them. While still holding your hands he kissed your tears away. Slowly and neatly.

After kissing your tears away, he moved to your nose leaving little wet kisses all over it. He did it with every inch of your face till he reached your lips. The kiss became hungrier and longer than normally. You were grabbing his hair, while he already move to your neck. "Yoongi..." You moaned slightly. "Do you really think we should do this?" He stopped, went back into holding your small face and his lips formed into the gummy smile that you adored so much. "I need you right now. But just when you feel the same..?"

Of course you needed him as much as he did. Your heart and body was still belonging and crying for him. How could you ever escape that need?

"Yess.. I do.."

These simple three words were enough for him.

He easily carried you, bridal style, and put you gently on the bed. His lips were already on yours, kissing you passionately like you were the only water fountain that existed. Your hands were back to where they were, his beautiful fluffly messy hair. His kisses moved again, from your face to your stomach. He did it diligently and softly, he knew what he did to you.

When he finally reached your core, he stopped and looked at you. His eyes sparkled full of both love and hunger. They alone wondered if he could take the opportunity. You nodded and caressed some of his tiny hair away from his face.

Soon your pants were off, and he started to tease you with his index finger. "Gosh.. What. Are. You. Doing!" You remembered how good he was at teasing and at the same time pleasuring you. He knew you were his. "Making you ready for me. That's what I'm doing.." He used his middle finger along with his index one, moving them upwards and downwards into your clit, making you moan strongly. It turned him on, to hear your little moans. He also begins to realise that you were holding back with your sounds of pleasure so he went in harder. "Yoon!!! Ahhhh!" Your voice getting louder abruptly.

He smiled slightly. "That's what I wanted to hear.." - "Gosh.. How are you so good at it?" He ignored your question and looked at your palm that was already full of little sweat drops, so he licked them. While still hammering into you with his fingers.

"I think you're just ready for me, princess." - "You haven't called me like that for.." He pulled his fingers out and licked them thoroughly. "A whole eternity. It seems like it, right?" You nodded as response. Both of your smiles turning tristful. "As I said, let's forget everything. We're in our little universe, for this moment." He pulled you closer to him and kissed your palm lightly.

Shortly afterwards, he took your underwear down and put his mouth fully on your center. Firstly, licking his way through the start. Your hands were still on his hair moving a bit of the few tiny skeins away, so he wouldn't get distracted. He suddenly stopped, licked his lips and closed his eyes. "Ah, you're still so delicious.." Your face turned red. Even though all of this was nothing new to you, you still blushed very easily when he complimented you during sex. More than a simple compliment for your dress or look. "Then continue, Sir." Was all you could reply. You never wanted him to see how easily you turned red.

He went back to your core. Now eating you out heavily. You were indeed a mouning mess. It didn't last long, and you came into his mouth. "My beautiful princess as always." He replied, while licking your juice from his lips.

You were already a bit tired. But you also wanted more of this, because it would be probably the last time you would see and interact with him like this. "Now it's my turn, isn't it?"

You raised your eyebrows and tried to look as intimidating as he did. But before you could grab onto his pants he stopped you from it. "It's okay, y/n." You looked at him surprised. He would never refuse a blow job easily like this. "I just want to touch you, feel you.. It's enough for me if I can make you scream my name." You smiled. And he smiled as response.

Yoongi went back into kissing you, slightly biting your underlip. He knew that you loved it, even though he wasn't that much into it. While still kissing you hungrily, he took a condome from the table. He just showed it to you. You kissed him as a response, taking it from his hands.

Easily you opened the plastic wrap with your teeth, and put it onto his cock. You laid back and closed your eyes while Yoongi covered you fully with wet kisses. Arriving at his favorite spot, your neck. Biting and sucking on the skin so visibly, that everyone could see that your his. While doing that he easily found your entrance. Teasing you with the tip of his cock. Your soft moan made him tingly and he already moaned back as response. That made you crazy.

Suddenly, he ripped your shirt off, the buttons falling down on the tile. You gasped, loving the way he was so into it.

He couldn't hold back anymore, un-clipped your bra and looked right into your eyes.

"Say that you want me." He bit his lips while looking at your exposed breasts. "I want you. I want you so bad." You replied, pushing his head down to your breasts. He licked your nipples to tease you first, and then started to bit slightly on them following to suck them. He wouldn't stop until he marked his territory. Leaving hickeys all over your breasts.

He couldn't hold back any way longer and roughtly thrusted into you. He wasn't even preparing you or anything but went all in. You screamed out his name, and that made him just realise more how much he wanted you. You moved your hands away from his hair and dugged your nails into his back. "Ahh, you're so tight.." You both came approximately at the same time. He pecked your lips quickly afterwards and fell next to you.

"Ahh, princess. You're still the same." You both faced each other. Both of your faces and bodies sweating intensly.

He started to play with your hair, a habit he also practised during your relationship . "You know maybe, we are meant to be?" He said while still playing with your tiny hair near your ear.

You really wished to agree to that. But you couldn't.

You weren't meant to be.

If you were, you wouldn't have easily broken up like that. You wouldn't have destroyed each other so deeply, that night.

A tear of yours started to fall onto the bed sheet and Yoongi's smile dropped. "Wha... Don't cry, Princess.." He caressed your cheek, coming closer to you. "We can go through it, together.. If we -"

"No, we can't!" You literally screamed out these words. Yoongi stopped touching you. "I'm not your princess anymore, Yoon. We can't act like nothing happened between us."

He pulled back from you and closed his eyes. Letting out a deep sigh. "Do you still love me?" He asked while looking at the ceiling. You also laid on your back and looked at the ceiling. "Yes." You could feel his eyes burning into your flesh, from the corner of your eye. "Then what's the problem?" You put your hands onto your eyes so you couldn't see him at all. "I don't want to be with you. Not anymore. It doesn't make any sense." You stood up from the bed and reached for your bra and clothes that were still wearable. You slightly looked to the bed side where Yoongi was sitting. He didn't move at all. The tears kept falling down on his cheeks. He was deeply hurt by your words. But you couldn't lie to yourself or to him.

You both deserved better than each other.

#bts drabble #bts smut #daeguboynet #bangtanarmynet #hyunglinenetwork #bts scenario #yoongi smut #yoongi drabble #min yoongi #myg #suga bts #bts fanfic

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icybreaths · 4 years

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卐 ✌ 웃

|| Munday Meme || @retiine ||

卐 : Worst role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations?

I still go back to being like 15 and that one individual that coerced me into a private chat for what would turn out to be a fetish-y rp that I refused to go very far into because it made me uncomfortable, aaannd I ended up avoiding that chat/them for like two weeks and wasn’t bothered about it again after that.

My advice would be to clearly set boundaries and not be afraid of speaking up. I know there are a lot of folks out there that would rather peel off their fingernails than deal with a confrontation, but not all confrontations are bad (especially done in a mature, fair but firm way) and I feel like getting the conversation over with is far more freeing than sitting and stewing in a pool of anxiety.

My anxiety made me run from my problem and hope that it went away and, while that did happen to work in that instance, I know now that was a silly thing to do. I should have addressed them right away and been like, “I’m sorry, I’m not continuing this because it makes me feel uncomfortable. Nothing against you whatsoever, but it’s not my thing.” Situations vary - maybe you write with them on a different thing or maybe ya’ll never write together again - but the key is to just be honest and upfront about your feelings and go from there.

✌ : Fondest role-play memory, between muses?

I have a lot. A lot lmao. Hmmmm... one of the first (and longest) rps I ever did was a Bleach AU one that was set in the human world with canons and ocs. The baddies and goodies were all in Gigai (bc fuck logic) and trying to gather intel on each other, and it was also themed around working in restaurants named after some of the characters who were bosses of the establishments (like Kenpachi Fried Chicken and Brick Front Grimmjows... there were others. shoutout to dA for the insp back then) Grimm was Jewel’s boss and it was just //chef kiss to this day, especially after finally falling for each other and the goods that came with that, and then finally seeing each other out of their gigai when shit was turning up. Oof.. just oof. That rp lasted for a year and three-ish months and my friend at the time and I wrote on it almost every day, even during school through sneaky texting lolol. So many plots that kept building off one another... don’t think I’ve ever had an rp like that since, and that was 2009-10-ish

A scene from the same rp comes to mind... Jewel traversing through a snowstorm, drunk, angry, and on a mission to tell off her shitty boss at 3AM. She makes it there, bangs on the door, and Grimm answers in his heart-printed draws like ‘what in the actual hell-’. And she’s got words because he fired her (or wanted to- I can’t remember.) She doesn’t know that he did that because he knew they were getting way too close (and fraternizing with a ‘human’ isn’t a part of the mission.) Jewel’s negotiating with him on keeping her job and they’re both drinking and talking. Things build and they almost get frisky but they both pull away, Jewel moreso taking the lead to pull back. The tension that can build between them up until that aaaaallmost kiss is the best to me, especially with their inner dialogue. Okay I’m done raving about my ship LOL--

웃 : An existing character you’ve played in the past that you miss?

THIS NERD. I love Chase so much. He’s easy-going, talks to everyone, and flirts with most-- could interact with more people than Jewel I feel. He loves the human world and learning about it. He’s not in Hueco Mundo as often as a typical arrancar would be. He seems like he would be a Big Bad Vampire but he’s just a giant nerd that likes fruit salads and flowery hawaiian tourist shirts and bowties.

He has this other side though where he’s always snooping for information and unlike Jewel, he is very sneaky. Nobody expects Chase because he presents himself as a fool. He helps Jewel to and from Hueco Mundo and gathers intel for the 9th espada. Fast talker and fast on his feet. He dislikes combat but is a formidable fighter when he absolutely has to be.

#retiine #[ asks ]#thank you for sending! <3 #i can think of a couple more poopy encounters @ the first Q #that might have been worse?? they were centered around shipping and boiled down to lack of communication tho #same lesson applies to just speak up and be honest with your feelings #wish those people were honest with me back then

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rylie-barton · 7 years

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#ok so im still learning how to make 500px gifs so the quality is.. not good #but i had to do it bc i love the quote #and i love procrastinating #so it was like a win win #insp*#mine*#ship: treat you better #otp: that would be enough #mirror #about rylie #no one breaks my heart like you | alex.

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brothers-iin-arms · 5 years

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From Lostwithspace: *looky eyes emoji*

@lostwithspace

[[ music insp. ]]

Maybe it was one too many drinks but.. no.. no it had to be the way that Rio kept looking at him. Some shore leave and taking some breaks from missions was much deserved for the two of them. There were, of course, other blades that came to the bar as well. Razok and Rio attempted to mingle with them and strangers, but in the end, they naturally gravitated toward each other. A few drinks were had, some chatting ensued and they kept catching each others’ eye.

Then, as the song changed, the taller galra stands. Normally, Razok wasn’t much of dancer. He could dance, of course, but most of the time he chose not to. Still, he didn’t get much of a choice as he followed Rio out onto the floor.

There was something about the music coupled with the few drinks he’s had that really seemed to put him in a trance. Or, maybe it was the sight of Rio in the lights, blending to the music. He remembered onlookers whistling and cheering at them and those others who decided to dance. He remembered catching a look on Rio’s face as their feet carried them on the dance floor... down a hall... stumbling into Rio’s ship - into his room.

The music still echoed in his mind, how irresistible Rio seemed as he was in the motion of the music, how he managed to coax Razok into dancing without a word.

He realized that even as the music faded, their dance continued on. There was only dim lighting to make sense of his smirk as they both fumbled to toss their clothes away starting with their shirts. That was all Rio managed to get off of himself before Razok was there, sucking kisses down his neck, his chest as best he could. His hands followed suit, hooking under the hem of Rio’s bottoms and pulling them as he moved to spread those feather-light kisses down the younger man’s belly.

It seemed then that Rio had an idea of what was coming. His attraction to Razok made evident, even as his head dropped back and his body rolled when the ex-commander reached his goal. Teeth sink into his lower lip, and a hand slips down to get a handful of Razok’s mane.

Razok pulls back, dragging his tongue along the underside and exhaling. He smirks, takes Rio again, again, again, and then pulls back completely after he finally pulls the first moan from the younger man.

Razok’s heart pounded the same as the beat of the music they’d heard as he shifts and waits for Rio to look at him again. By then, he’s got his tongue on his fingers as he continues to shift so that they’re the same level again. The command escapes him without much restraint or warning:

“Roll over.”

There’s a startled noise from Rio, but Razok realizes it’s more out of sudden arousal than hesitation. He does as asked, Razok retracts his claws and makes sure his fingers are slick before reaching down to press one against his lover. He feels Rio give a start and a gasp before he flexes back, tail curling and ears darkening along with his face and even part of his neck.

Razok gives him a moment to feel comfortable before adding a second finger. He watches Rio lean down, pressing his head against an arm that lay on the bed, fist clenching the sheets. This position arched his back into a lovely shape, one that Razok couldn’t help but caress with his free hand, following the curve of his lover’s spine all the way to his ass were the hand squeezed and earned a low cry.

“R-Razok..!”

“Shh.. I have you.” Razok rumbles his response, he twists his fingers just so, and watches as Rio gives a buck and a whimper.

Only then does he remove his fingers. Without a care, Razok places his hands on either side of Rio’s hips. He eyes his lover, reaching down with a hand to stroke himself a few times and then-

Rio gives a shuddering cry, but is quick to muffle it against his arm. Razok pulls his lover’s hips back and gives a moment for Rio to get used to the feeling. All the while, his hands move up and down Rio’s back and sides, and Razok presses kisses against his back in a comforting manner.

He only stops when Rio flexes back again with another soft trill. That was taken as a sign to continue. Razok exhales a short chuckle, seized Rio’s hips again, and began. The reaction was almost instant, and it was evident that the both of them wanted this for a while with the way Rio all but melted in Razok’s grip.

It honestly didn’t take long to make a mess out of Rio. The bed gave soft creaks with how thorough Razok was with him. Never did it hurt, never did it feel too hard or fast, only deep and desperate in a pace that sent stars dancing across their vision. Even as Rio’s sounds become louder, his hips jerking in tandem for a few moments, fists gripping the blankets and arching his back.

Naturally, Rio came first, and that dragged Razok along with him as they both shifted in a flurry of gasps and groans that ended in them both nearly collapsing onto the bed in an exhausted heap. Razok only barely just managed to land to the side, pleasantly spent, next to his lover. Rio himself still fought for breath desperately and only seemed to awaken to the world when Razok’s arm shifted around him, pulling him in close and curling up next to one another with their foreheads pressed lightly together.

Razok stared at Rio for a long few moments, again, caught in that trance. His breaths still came a little quick as he leaned in more, his hand shifting to the back of Rio’s head and pulling them together for a long, deep kiss. A kiss that was eagerly returned - at least until their breaths became more even, eyes drooped, and they settled in next to one another until morning.

#;sin #;Drabbles #(Razok x Rio)#lostwithspace #lmao this is so dirty uH #yeah it's really sinful #Anonymous

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kae-karo · 5 years

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knlalla’s fics of 2018

hello dears! now that the year’s coming to a close, i wanted to round up a quick post of all my fics from this year, please enjoy! i’ve highlighted my personal faves/the ones i’m most proud of :’) it’s been a wild year, so thanks so much to everyone for all your kind support!

one-shots

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Phancakes (x) 1k (g) - the bois being domestic on pancake day (look okay we don’t have pancake day in america i have to live vicariously through dnp), insp by this tweet and the iconic vid no tw! just domestic fluff

did you make me a video for valentine’s day? (x) 1k (g) - Dan has a tradition, every year on Valentine's day he asks Phil the same question... no tw, minor angst

my talents include... (x) 1k (g) - Dan's whiny because Phil won't pay him any attention, so he sends out a passive-aggressive tweet. shoutout to @daliensgrandads on tumblr for bugging me to write this (instead of my current wip whoops) no tw, unless whiny!dan counts

Days like this (Security) (x) 800 (g) - Some days just aren’t good ones. tw depression

Balance (x) 1k (t) - Phil wants to post the bunk bed insta story, but Dan just wants to sleep. no tw

i missed you (x) 1k (g) - basically their history as told by dan no tw

the way you look tonight (x) 1k (g) - dan has a vid to edit. phil has other ideas. you have to listen to the way you look tonight by frank sinatra (youtube, spotify) whilst listening to this okay no tw

Chan (x) 1k (g) - insp by the anon that sent "demon hc: phil just chuckling fondly at dan thirsting over chan, while chan searches the bus and they’re both stood outside in pyjamas on the canadian border. idk, it’s just the kinda fond, secure bde that phil exudes these days" no tw

morning coffee (x) 1k (t) - inspired by the lovely anon who sent me "I dreamed Dan posted an insta story of Phil drinking coffee in bed and he was laying on his shoulder and I kept trying to show people how cute it was but no one cared, and when I woke up I remembered that you would care, and I realized it was a dream and now I’m a tad disappointed in my subconscious for trolling me." no tw

doing nothing often leads to the very best of something (x) 2k (g) - based on this (x) and a lil imagine i wrote (x) and expanded on so thanks to the lovely anon who originally sent "that pic phil posted of dan for his bday i think where dan is making a funny face and theres a nearly empty wine bottle in the background hhhhh that makes my demon heart drop" and to the lovely anon who asked for more! no tw

The House at Pooh Corner (x) 1k (g) - insp by the anon that sent "Full demon mode: Im just finishing up the Undertale series for the first time and all I can think about as Dan and Phil talk back in forth in their different character voices is how #blessed any future child of theirs is. Just imagine them snuggled up with a kid on each of their laps, reading Winnie the Pooh and doing voices for all the characters. RIP my heart." and the anon that sent "I've been having a really bad day. And something that I find really cute is imagining what Dan and Phil would be like as parents. (noting that you don't have to have kids ever to be a fulfilled human, just that people being good parents warms my heart). Hypothetically, what do you think it'd be like? I bet Dan would surprise himself by being a good dad. b/c he'd want his kid to feel free to be themselves and we all know he can be very protective when he needs to be." no tw, parent!phan

waffles (x) 2k (g) - phil goes to the 24hr diner with the hopes of seeing his favorite waiter (insp by me seeing a cute waitress at a diner. unfortunately none of the rest actually happened to me lmao) no tw, meet cute

it’s not living if it’s not with you (x) 800 (g) - dan and phil in bed at phil's parents' home, briefly reminiscing no tw

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if we stopped shipping phan (x) 8k (g) - what would happen if the entire phandom just...stopped shipping phan? insp by this post about not shipping phan for a month cause they'd freak out. Happy Valentine's day, @phantasizeit! no tw, friends to lovers

sleepover in the moon room (x) 6k (g) - It's a tradition they've had for years (Note: this was written with the intent that it can be read completely platonically or non-platonically, whichever you prefer. It's not written to imply one way or another.) a platonic fic sorta lmao

printer error (x) 16k (m) - Dan's a fanfic writer who's desperate to meet the AmazingPhil, but one printing mishap could bring him closer to his idol than he ever anticipated. no tw, strangers to lovers with a bit of fic commentary

everyone knows that (x) 5.5k (g) - They fight more often than they don’t, but that’s just how relationships are. Everyone knows that. Phil bakes when he’s worried, especially when he's worried about Dan. And Phil bakes quite a lot. Dan hates that he's the cause of Phil's nervous baking, that Phil's always so stressed because of him, but Dan has a hard time feeling too bad when the outcome is a plate of warm cookies. no tw just some angst

The Seven Deadly Insta Stories (x) 7k (e) - A collection of seven short fics based on the seven deadly sins, as told in the form of insta stories dnp didn’t post. as a prompt from @phanfichallenge to post a fic every day this week, have my tour fic twist on the seven deadly sins!! no tw, tour fic(s)

i’d do anything to not be alone (x) 16k (t) - I don’t know why I bother waking up. It’s one of those nonessential activities, like eating or drinking or breathing. But I do it, because if I don’t, then nobody would water the plants. Phil left and Dan doesn't know why. But he has to take care of the plants, because Phil would be so disappointed if he came back and his plants had died. no tw, just lots of sadness n a bit of angst but it does, as always, end happily i promise

dark purple sky (darkness comes out to play) (x) 4k (e) - It’s not that he hates parties, it’s just that- well, no, he hates parties. And costumes. And showing up to parties in costumes, and showing up to parties decidedly not wearing costumes, and all the mumbled judgements that come along with doing so. And he hates sweets - really, the only things he does like about Halloween are the autumnal vibes and the cool weather, and experiencing those certainly did not require his friends dragging him out to some abandoned castle grounds for a half-assed late-night party. Or the one where Dan gets a blowjob from a complete stranger in the middle of the forest on Halloween. no tw really, strangers to lovers?, mostly just pwp

Properly (x) 10k (e) - Dan's been trying to take advantage of the all-hours pool for a late night swim, but some guy always shows up before him. no tw just pwp and some strangers to lovers

chaptered

Demons and Diners (x) 65k (m) - A broke Dan, on the run from his previous life, finds temporary shelter in an abandoned diner...for the night? tw depression, some blood mentions, but happy ending as always!

What day is it? (x) 32k (t) - It's the first day of the semester, and it's already gone to shit: Dan's late to his first class, finds out his mortal enemy, Phil Lester, is the TA, and gets rejected by the girl of his dreams, but at least tomorrow's a new day...right? Aka the one where Dan and Phil are stuck reliving the same day over and over and can't figure out why. no tw except some major angst, uni au, enemies to lovers

Axiom (x) 31k (t) - Axiom: a proposition that is not actually proved or demonstrated, but is considered to be self-evident and universally accepted. Dan's out for the umpteenth time at the bar for its weekly speed-dating night (not that they'd actually call it that). tw depression and a really cliche plot twist whoops but a happy ending, always

one second (x) 41k (e) - When you spend your life getting glimpses of a myriad of possible futures every time you get a little emotional, you tend to lose sight of reality, of the present; a bad day turns into a bad week because all you see are the worst-case futures. You get a little excited about something, things start to go your way, but then all you can see are the realities where things are even better. Life tends not to measure up. Or the one where Dan meets Phil on a plane, and maybe reality starts to become better than even Dan could predict. no tw really, strangers to lovers

slow-closing doors (x) 44k (t) - SECRETS, DRAMA, BETRAYAL (okay no betrayal dw). Phil's agreed to be an RA for his floor this year at uni, and he's determined to be the best RA ever - after all, this is these students' first year, he wants them to have the best year ever. Loosely inspired by Freeze Tag by Caroline B Cooney. tw minor violence nothing graphic just a lil scary, uni au strangers to lovers

Peter Phan (x) 37k (m) - Phil's woken in the middle of the night by a mysterious guy at his window who's intent on dragging him off on an adventure, and for some inexplicable reason, he agrees. Dan's stuck - quite literally - in his own head, and he's desperate for anyone to help him escape. Maybe, if he's lucky, that person could be Phil. He hopes it is. tw depression and suicide attempt, implied/referenced non-con, lots of angst, but definitely a happy ending, strangers to lovers

angel boy (x) 22k+ (e) - for the anon that sent "Oh fuck, now I need a smutty fanfic with twink!Dan taking it from behind with his angel wing tattoo (or real ones for that matter... actually, yes please, real ones. And Phil has a kink for being a bit rough with them... maybe Phil's a demon... fuuuck, someone write this for me?)" Aka the one where angel!Dan goes into a demon club looking for a bit of entertainment. no tw, my attempt at pwp turned into porn with a plot lmao

Sea Glass (x) 58k (t) - Phil arrives on the Isle of Man to house-sit at his family's cabin while it's repaired and sold. Except the cabin's in far worse shape than expected, and Phil's got to find somewhere else to stay no tw really but like i updated this a few times this year so i’m counting it

Exile (x) 172k (e) - Exile's a fucking bitch. Dan finds himself kicked out of town and searching for literally anywhere out of the rain - somehow, he must have just enough luck, as he stumbles upon a seemingly abandoned house in the middle of the forest. Except it isn't abandoned, and the resident isn't exactly...normal...

#phanfic

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flyswhumpcenter · 5 years

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me I give myself self-indulgent requests according to this marvelous card!

Ya hipster back with his niche fandoms again, hell yeah. (The mods at BHTB must be tired of my bs, really). Not gonna lie, I went all out on this one, it’s like 4K-word long tf?? I guess exams have just been making all my insp flood in one swoop lmao.

Bullet Time

Summary: A shooting that shouldn't have happened. A bullet which hit the wrong person. Friends getting scared, a nurse crying. Blood pouring in droplets on everything it touches. In the midst of it all: Angie, her feelings and what could be her biggest sin. Perhaps she did kill a man today.

Fandom: Trauma Center Ships: Derek/Angie, implied Greg/Cybil

Wordcount: 4.4K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

Drip, drip, drip.

Standing there was a nurse, frozen, when everything unfolded right before her eyes. Her body, whose reflexes were usually as sharp if not sharper than a brand-new high-end scalpel’s blade, had given up on her, refusing to move when she should have been able to do something. The moments right before repeated on loop in her mind, racing, the intense beating of her heart resonating from the top of her skull to the ends of her toes.

Drop by drop, blood fell to the ground, having poured in a splash in a moment, then settled to just flow from its hole, gently, rapidly, drip drip drip. A part of it had tainted her uniform, making the colour go from a pastel, reassuring pink to a menacing crimson, hair dressed on her arms and legs. It continued dripping along in deafening metronome-like rhythm, drip drip drip, slowly making its way through her nerves, eating away at her sanity. Still paralyzed, she was unable to do anything about it, drip drip drip.

A red puddle was forming at the feet of the person in front of her, blue uniform left untouched from the back, drop by drop. Tears formed inside her eyes, threatening to exit as her sight blurred beyond recognition, preventing her from further hurting herself like that when she was still immobile and defenceless, as if the world was going to come for her throat next and that she’d be dead before she’d be able to realize that. Drip, drip, drip.

This someone in front of her, the shield with his arms stretched in front of her like the statue of a protective deity of an old city, gagged, desperate for air. He dropped to his knees, more blood pouring on the ground in raspy coughing fits, making her face the muzzle of Nemesis staring at her eyes with fury burning inside their irises and reddened sclerae. A shiver went down her back, making her tremble in either anticipation or rage, her legs tensed and her arms finally moving, fingers operational, waiting for the next move she’d decide to make.

In the desperation of a situation gone out of her control, in the back alley, stood a young woman who happened to be a nurse with more than a simple licence. As if the sound of her colleague gagging had made her break out of her trance, she made her first real move, sidestepping in a hope, using the darkness to her advantage, grabbing the man with the gun from behind and making him fall to the ground in a single swoop.

The weapon fell in a metallic click on the strangled sidewalk, letting go of its other bullet, piercing the nightly air and flying to the sky at an unbelievable speed. She had seen bullets before, she wasn’t scared anymore. The man was unconscious, maybe dead, but that was beyond her care or attention. For the first real time in her life, it felt like a death that’d have been deserved and, even if it made her a murderer, then she’d be a justified one. There was no mercy for those who brought death upon innocent lives.

In a swift move of her right hand, she typed a very familiar three-unit phone number, fingers moving almost on their own. Her voice, her words, her gestures were all automatisms: she barely listened to what the other people told her unless it was vital information, a way to estimate how messed up the situation really was. Her own former colleagues felt like they were all robots she was speaking to because she was behaving like one, like a machine not to collapse under the weight of her own anxiety flaring in her chest, the incessant beating of her pounding heart and the fears she was overcome with. The voices were familiar and foreign all the same, a hiccup escaped her lips, and the phone almost slipped out of her hands as she fell to her knees.

The tears exited her eyes, rolled onto her cheeks, fell to the ground.

Drip, drip, drip.

It was a calm evening at Hope Hospital, glad to see there barely were any activity in the emergency department on that night. Desert corridors, nurses going home or arriving for the nightly shift, goodbyes and hellos, good nights and good evenings exchanged. A serenity out of the ordinary which, truly, should have made him much more alert because, as it stood, every calm has a storm following it.

Truth be told, Greg wanted to go home, especially when the shift he shared with Cybil was nearing its end. Did he arrange their shifts to match out of pure personal pleasure and medical efficiency? Yes. Did he regret it, even as he glanced at the clock either for it to turn to midnight or for something to jump at them? No. Perhaps he was as infatuated in his anaesthetist as his latest, former student was in his nurse the last time he saw the two of them around.

As such, Cybil and he were simply enjoying a nice conversation on how life was, allowing himself to disclose a few embarrassing childhood stories about Sidney to someone who had worked with his brother before at Caduceus. It felt nice to have a breath of fresh air, once in a while, so he avoided glancing at the clock or his watch too much and profited from the tranquillity surrounding them, hoping to maybe tell Cybil how pretty she was again and how much he enjoyed talking to her and… Yeah. Definitely infatuated, the diagnosis was obvious enough.

Cybil didn’t seem like she was too upset about the calm either. The stories about the day where Sidney, the Sidney Kasal who always said he’d never lose a fight because he had never lost any argument in his life from the crib to obtaining his high-ranked chair at Caduceus USA, messed up on something and was panicked about what their parents would say made her smirk, then laughed, until they were unable to stop giggling like little mischievous kids around the cherished coffee table of their staff room.

The storm soon enough came back, though, as it always did in the life of head surgeon Greg Kasal.

Amanda Marsh, their latest recruit whom had joined them after Angie Thompson’s departure for Caduceus, burst the door of the staff room open, eyes gone wide, beads of sweat on her forehead and temples, limbs trembling. This didn’t immediately faze either specialist: young nurses usually were easy to impress, even Angie had been overwhelmed when she had had a patient flatline on her before. However, this meant going back to work soon, so he got up from his chair to face her.

“Dr Kasal, Dr Myers, we… We have a patient in!!” she yelled, on top of her lungs, despite being otherwise breathless (or so it seemed, he supposed).

Greg and Cybil exchanged glances, before looking back at her.

“We’ll get ready, bring us to them, okay?”

Amanda nodded and the three of them left for the emergency wing of the hospital. Storms had different sizes, from the small whirlwind to the ferocious typhoon nobody escaped from on its tracks. Secretly, considering this was the end of the shift and that the length of the day was starting to take a slightly toll on him, Greg quietly hoped this would be one of the smaller storms, that it’d be an easy job he couldn’t mess up. Was this asking too much from a world where GUILT had been eradicated?

Yes.

“Here’s the chart, Dr Kasal! Please make it quick, the patient is in a critical condition!” she gave him the papers he needed before running away into the operating room.

“I’ll join her,” Cybil told him as she had gotten her scrubs on. “You study that, I’m going to make them sleep.”

“Got it, I’m on my way.”

The chart on a chair as he prepped himself for the last surgery of the day, the one before his workmate came for the shift, he quickly read through it. The patient was a twenty-seven-year-old man, relatively tall and slim, otherwise with no specific condition. He had taken a bullet to the left lung, possibly having a rib or two damaged from it entered his body, where it had stayed. He finished getting ready when the topic of heavy blood loss and internal haemorrhage came on, prompting him to operate as soon as possible.

Once in the operating room, the grimmer face of Cybil and Amanda’s nervousness didn’t make it any easier to convince himself this was going to be an easy end of the day, despite how simplistic removing a bullet was compared to treating GUILT. An IV was inserted into the patient’s wrist, monitored by the nurse, vitals displayed on a screen at 40. Not good, of course, but nothing he couldn’t fix. He kept his cool and put the chart away.

“Amanda, I’ll need you to keep an eye on the vitals along with his pulse, pressure and blood levels. Cybil, you know what you have to do. Let’s save him, I know we can do this.”

Greg, as self-assured as ever, picked up his scalpel and gel before, out of habit and maybe tradition, was about to look at the patient’s face to mentally tell them to hang on, that it was going to be alright and that they’d soon be out of trouble when he remembered something. He’d fix it quicker than the bullet damaged the lung tissue, but before, he had to ask something to be done.

“Cybil, turn his head on his side, he may cough up blood as we proceed.”

He watched as she did so, silently. Before their eyes could connect again, however, Greg realized who he was dealing with, tools almost slipping out of fingers. The metal touching the floor was never heard, but the tension grew into white noise.

“Oh, God, not you of all people…” escaped from his lips.

Amanda seemed confused, but her inquiries for a reply weren’t met by either specialist in the OR.

He’d have the check the name on the charts before operating, next time. He was ready to deal with a bullet removal, but the patient turned out to be a rotten surprise. Yet, remembered what he had told Derek when he had himself been infected with Tetarti, he breathed in, breathed out and mentally slapped himself. Never let your friendship slow down your surgical skills. Never let your personal feelings hinder your performances. Never let yourself get emotional when you’re needed in the OR.

Dr Kasal would save this young man; he swore to himself as he disinfected the body for a thoracotomy. He’d never lose a patient, ever. Not like this, not in these circumstances.

The ER’s waiting room was empty at this hour of the night, making Angie desperate for a distraction as she waited for something, anything to be announced, to happen. She had never been very patient when she was unable to help, to be active and proactive and change the world one gesture at a time. Reduced to the role of the concerned relative, friend or loved one, she didn’t feel right to be there when she had the knowledge and skills to do something about it.

Instead, all she had to look at was her phone whose battery was dwindling down faster than the time went by and her hands, her bloodied hands she hadn’t taken the time to wash before coming here and sitting in this room. She could only hope the good Dr Kasal was the one operating, the safest hands she could think of in this hospital, perhaps in this city to deal with this when Caduceus would have been too far away.

She needed to be moving if she didn’t want to go insane, so she got up and decided to head for the restrooms. She’d be able to wash her hands covered in dried dark red, turning to brown the more time passed, a reminder that her clothes were bloodstained and that she’d never feel clean again after going through this, after watching this unfold before her eyes. She’d physically be cleansed, but it’d be a whole other story mentally.

As she rubbed the red away from her hands with force and what she had left of her vigour, Angie looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was dishevelled, her eyes reddened by all the crying, her body was still trembling, she looked like a maniac who had just killed a man and was getting away with it despite her intentions.

Thing was, she had killed a man.

They were walking in an alley to retrieve a parcel Angie had missed by having to go to work earlier than usual to make up for Sienna having the flu when she heard a somewhat familiar sound: that of a firearm getting readied to shoot. Instantly, she turned around while Derek, not having the sharper attention she had to tiny noises, didn’t for a few moments, only to be faced by a man and his gun pointed directly at her.

“We were just trying to fix humankind,” he said in that monotonous voice of the people whose anger has confused them so much that they’re only empty shells of who they used to be, “why did you stop us?”

“Put that weapon away immediately!”

“Why should I? You’re guilty as charged, Dr Stiles, Nurse Thompson.”

As Angie walked through the familiar corridors of Hope Hospital again, bittersweet memories came back to her. She thought of her former colleagues, how much she’d have hoped to cross either Dr Kasal or Dr Myers and ask them how their relationship had been doing, how badly she wanted to hug someone and cry on their shoulder because she was scared, if not terrified, if not shaking with worry. She should’ve been reassured to be there, but clearly, she was the complete opposite.

The trigger was pulled before she could do anything about it, her speech interrupted before it could even get out of her mouth. She was tempted to close her eyes and let the bullet heading towards her take her life, “let me kill the lady first so she doesn’t have to witness your demise, Sinner Stiles,” but even her eyelids stood frozen as the shot was fired.

Little did she know Derek was rushing to her at an unnatural but known speed, shoving her out of the bullet’s way, only discovering the deed had been done when she was on the ground, palms and knees hurting from the brutal fall, and red flashing before her eyes and onto her clothes.

In the end, Angie came back to the waiting room, pacing because sitting truly made her inactive, passive, useless. She wasn’t a waste, she wasn’t going to let herself waste away when perhaps, just perhaps, Derek needed her sooner or later. The tears were about to fall again as the events once again repeated in her mind, tearing apart her defences, showing herself she was far more vulnerable and weaker than she wanted herself to be, than she displayed herself to be to others.

She couldn’t be able to describe what she felt like when she jumped on the guy, disarmed him with a slap on the wrist and threw him to the ground. There was anger, of course, deep-rooted anger which had blazed through the different stages of intensity to become an unstoppable, unsatisfied want to see him disappear in suffering before her eyes, a desire to see him burn in Hell until the end of eternity, the wish to give justice to her dearest friend. Yet, there was something else, lingering somewhere, hindering at her need to destroy and pulverize until nothing was left of the murder attempt: sadness, concern, guilt.

Was she at fault for Derek getting shot in her stead? Yes. No. Maybe. Yes, but no, but yes, but no… The cycle of guilt looped endlessly because she didn’t understand his decision. She was too heartbroken to rationally think about said decision.

She pulled out her phone, its battery in its last quarter. She had no charger on her, nothing to distract herself anymore, as if she could physically bring herself not to think of the situation. She was the reason why events had taken such a drastic, tragic turn: if she had been in control, if she had reacted properly and quickly enough, if she had been the heroine she had always wanted to be and become, she’d have stopped the dude before it was too late, before anyone got injured, before anyone risked losing their lives to stupid hatred and misplaced ideologies.

Angie, despite her distressed state, cradled him in her arms, the other man unconscious and laying there with no clear sign of being alive or dead. Everything about Derek screamed vulnerability: his pulse was weak, his breathing was feeble, his eyes couldn’t properly focus on her. She could tell he was trying to reassure her, but every time he spoke, he coughed up blood, and every time he tried holding her hand to show her he was going to be fine, he squeezed his eyes in pain.

Her reflexes weren’t lost in the panic of the situation, much to her relief. Pressing a hand against the wound to apply pressure to what must have been both an internal and external haemorrhage, she made sure to see if he was still conscious, if he could still reply properly and react to his environment. Time was slow, its course confusing, and she cursed herself for not having first-aid material on her when she had barebone training in it.

Eventually, exhausted by her tears and her fears, Angie sat down on a chair, never to move from it again. Even if she had cried over and over again in the last hour or so, she still wanted to weep like a child, to call a friend and vent to them about how scared she was of the future, of his future, of how much she messed up on that one. What an idiot she was! And yet, and yet…And yet, Derek had done his best to reassure her, as if she wasn’t the reason why he had gotten shot…

She was a mess, lost in the tempest of emotions, unable to muster up enough courage to look strong and cool-headed. Instead, she was… absolutely useless to Derek, whose use of the Healing Touch had weakened to begin with. She should have been comforting him, but instead…

“H-hey, Angie… Don’t cry…”

He was the one trying to make her feel better, despite her mistakes, despite his condition going downhill faster than it had unfolded.

“B-but… You got shot, Derek! I… I’m so sorry!!”

He put a weak, febrile hand on her shoulder, drenched in his blood and printing onto her dress.

“I’ll be fine, I… I’m sure of it… Please, don’t cry…”

His voice was hoarse, struggling to speak out as he coughed up a bit more blood mixed with what she could assume was saliva. Sitting against a wall, face to face with her, she felt like she needed to protect him, but had already failed to do so…

“I… Ha!”

She yelped when she saw his already faint grasp on her shoulder weaken even more and his eyes, already half-shut in pain and exhaustion, close further. She was losing him. As long as he was awake, he was alive, but if he passed out, he could pass away and she’d be too sorrowful to notice it and apply the few reanimation techniques she knew. She couldn’t lose him, not even let him faint on her.

“Derek, please, stay with me!” Her voice hiccupped with yet another wave of sobs. “Help is coming, please, just… Stay awake!”

Too late: he probably wasn’t hearing her anymore. His eyes closed soon afterwards, leaving her alone with the silence, her tears and a breathing so weak it could vanish for a yes or a no.

“I… I’m sorry…”

…all she could do was wait and hope that Derek would have the strength and will to pull through it; so she slumped her shoulders and closed her eyes. There was no use in getting panicked…

“…Angela Thompson?”

An unfamiliar voice got her out of her thoughts, causing her to jump on her chair. Facing her was a young woman around her age, whom she didn’t recall ever seeing before, presumably her substitute.

“Yes?”

Then she realized what it meant. The lack of an expression she could decipher on the nurse, presumably stuck in anxieties, scared her beyond what she could even express with words and medical terminology.

“How’s Derek?!”

…

Everything felt… numb. Drowned sounds, muffled visuals, numbed sense of touch. Where was he? The ceiling, white, was no indication. It was blurry, everything was a blur actually, and his mind was completely blanking out. What had happened? What did he do last? Did it explain why he was there, where he was, how he had gotten there?

Did he ever wake up this confused, or was it one of these cases where he had passed out and didn’t realize it?

His whole body was made out of the heaviest metal, limbs unresponsive and heavy, eyes half-opened and whose lids were made out of titanium. He didn’t have his glasses on, he was sure of it: otherwise, his vision would have focused much earlier than that and left him waiting for far less time. Instead, heh… Where were his glasses, actually? Were they gone, were they near, did he still have a sense of space or dimension?

He looked around, as his neck was the first place of his body to remember how to function properly. More blur, obviously, but he could vaguely distinguish a few things, including the presence of someone to his right and a red square… thing to his left. Safe to assume he was in a bed and that someone was sitting in a chair next to said bed, so he was in a hospital.

Wait, hospital?!

It came back to him in a flash. The former Delphi member, the gun, using his gift to push Angie out of the way, the pain, the blood, and her tears. Everything came back, albeit these memories were still rendered imprecise and vague by the fact he had passed out and had just woken up. Goddammit… He had survived that, though, he was sure he was a goner and that he’d never get the occasion to tell Angie goodbye.

Not that he had wanted to do that on purpose. It was just a need he felt, to say her farewell before joining back his father. Alas, fortunately, Dad would have to wait: he had survived one more day, one more day and so much more lives he could save with these hands of his… soon enough.

A very welcome voice came to his ears

“Searching for these, Derek?”

His glasses magically appeared on his face, gently, without forcing themselves. Only a couple of people could have the delicateness needed to do so… and even then, it was a bit surprising.

“Angie…?”

His voice sounded as well as he looked and felt like, which meant terrible and cottony. Not exactly how he wanted to show up after getting close to death yet again.

“That’s me, Dr Stiles. How you’re feeling?”

“Huh… Had better days for sure…”

Now that his vision was clear, he took the time to look at her, to indulge in looking at her again to be exact. She was smiling, as beautiful as ever, even if he could somewhat tell she had been crying (well, he knew that, so it made this observation easier to make). He wished he hadn’t made her get so concerned, from him he’d assume, but alas… It was too late to go back on that. What had been done, was done. No need to dwell on the past, despite the regrets…

“You scared us so much, you can’t even imagine!” She began by scolding him and, if his chest didn’t feel so sore, maybe he’d have laughed it off as usual. He was used to it, it was almost a daily thing for them. Friendly banter, in a way.

“Ha… Sorry for that, I… I jumped in there…”

Angie looked on the side, cheeks reddened. She muffled a hiccup.

“Why… Why did you do that, Derek? I, I mean, I’m grateful, but… That was stupid and you know it!”

He couldn’t exactly blame her for being upset about what had happened in the alley. He hadn’t explained himself very clearly when he was too busy keeping his airways free.

“I… saw that it was heading for your heart… You wouldn’t have survived that, so… I thought… It’d be better if I took it because I wasn’t going to immediately die from it…”

He attempted to smile to her, to reassure her again (too late, Derek, you dumbass).

“So, in all… I say it was worth it. I wouldn’t have stood losing you to that guy…”

She looked speechless, for once. All she did in response to his words, his poorly-chosen but true words, was to squeeze his hand.

“Me… Me neither, so… Never do that again okay?”

“Not a chance…”

He allowed himself a light laugh.

“As a surgeon, I outta now… What are my injuries, Ms Thompson…?”

Angie looked utterly baffled at this, if not offended, but she still cleared her throat and, in the end, let a smirk show on her face.

“A bullet to the left lung, internal and external bleeding, a damaged rib. Don’t worry, it didn’t break, your lung isn’t punctured. And it better has stayed that way!”

“Agreed there… Would have been a pain… Literally so.”

“Do I need to consider you making terrible medical puns a good step towards your recovery, Derek?”

“Yes.”

The silence settling in the room was light, almost soothing. Not that he didn’t want to tell her about all the things he had thought when he was sure he was going to meet his demise in a dark, dirty corner of Angeles Bay, quite the opposite in fact; he just was too tired to tell them.

They were both alive, that was what mattered, all that mattered. He’d have to thank his surgeon as soon as he’d see them, but that could wait. His professionalism could wait, he was sure Caduceus wouldn’t blame him for taking a day off, especially when his assistant nurse was so adamant in keeping him safe and watching over him. It’d be… all fine.

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