#why do i have so many beads when i dont even like working with them that much

[thirdchild-restlesschild]

made this bc the palia hyperfixation be hitting but i just thought i could make other characters

castiel update incoming

update: i made another

update i made another

kinda obsessed actually

[argisthebulwark]

i want to share this with you, maybe you like it, maybe you dont but in my heart i’ve never stopped wanting to become a princess in the future, yknow? like fuck corporate jobs, i wanna be a princess. but im also like addicted to the whole princess becomes somewhat rogue outlaw?

okay so, bryn breaking in some rich peoples home (or maybe a castle) only to find the lass of his dreams. im picturing something like tangled, except this motherfucker would definitely kidnap someone. for shits n giggles

listen i haven't seen tangled in like a decade but the vibes are immaculate. i do not want to have a 'job' or 'responsibilities' i simply want to chill. and i DO like it so much im sorry this took forever lmao

Just imagine Brynjolf hearing that some wealthy family has bought land in the Rift and getting giddy with excitement. They've made it obvious that their intention is to clear away the crumbling remnants of an old castle and rebuild. He keeps an eye on the construction, impressed with the sheer magnitude of the structure they're building. He rarely sees the owners, only workers.

When the construction ends and they begin work on the interior his interest wanes. He knows that it takes months for wealthy people to decorate their homes. Besides, he'll see it soon enough. He merely needs to wait for them to fill it with enough valuables to keep the Guild afloat.

(nothing nsft - i just write a lot)

Every once in a while Brynjolf checks in. He watches workers laying floorboards and hanging chandeliers. Furniture and appliances are carted in. He has no clue how many people will live in the castle or why they need so much stuff. When the paintings and bookshelves are finally hung he knows that it must be almost complete.

Despite the completion of the castle he notices that it remains dark. Whispered rumors around Riften hint that the family is traveling from far away, possibly even making the long journey from Solstheim. Others claim that the family built it only to sell to another wealthy family. Brynjolf doesn't care enough for the lives of rich folk to investigate their personal lives.

Returning from an unpleasant job in Dawnstar, Brynjolf is exhausted. His feet dragging and pack too light he's dreading the hopeful eyes of those waiting in the Cistern. Just as he's formulating the speech to explain the situation something catches his eye - there, flickering in the distance. The castle's curtains are thrown open and candles cast shadows upon the manicured lawn below.

Before he realizes what he's doing Brynjolf is crouched in the shadows of the castle's hedges. He's eyeing the broad windows and watching overdressed bodies squeeze in and out of view. The owners must be celebrating their arrival with every member of Skyrim's upper class.

They hardly hired any guards around the place. Brynjolf spots a few well-dressed employees that seem more focused on checking invitations than watching for thieves. His heart's in his throat when he scoots into the silence of the back garden.

The castle is large and spindly but one tower stands a few feet above the rest. It has to be their vault. The windows on this tower are thrown open but the lights are low, as if not wanting to draw attention. Brynjolf is grateful to the sharp new stones as he clambers his way up the side of the tower.

Sweat beading on his brow, Brynjolf grasps one last ledge. Voices float up from the garden but he doesn't waste his time - if they'd spotted him their tone wouldn't be so relaxed. A balcony at the tower's peak blocks the pesky moonlight from illuminating his hurried hop into the tower.

The staircase winds upward into the darkness. Sconces along the walkway are unlit and his footsteps are silent on the polished steps. His heart races with every step and Brynjolf finds himself envisioning what awaits at the top - chests full of gems and coin, jewelry if he's lucky. He's calculating how much space is left in his pack when he comes across the final door.

It's firmly shut. No visible locks but it doesn't budge - must be locked from the inside. Had he missed another entrance? The staircase winding up to the peak makes it impossible for a ladder to be hidden somewhere and he doubts that any of the nobles laughing and eating in the main hall are able to scale the walls.

The rational part of his mind urges him to return to the Cistern emptyhanded and create a viable plan but morbid curiosity leads to a quiet knock on the door. He waits, shocked to hear locks sliding open one by one.

"I already told you, I'm not interested in your pathetic suitors!"

When the door is wrenched open, Brynjolf is stunned. The most beautiful woman he's ever seen is glaring at him with enough venom to kill. Her fingers tap impatiently on the door as if waiting for his explanation.

"Well?" She prompts, voice sharp. "Which one sent you?"

"What?" Did she think he was from the Dark Brotherhood?

"Was it my mother or father?"

"No one." He answers curtly, ignoring the way his heart races. Surely it's from the panic of getting caught and has nothing to do with the woman glowering at him. Brynjolf pointedly ignores the way her face softens when she eyes him, noticing his attire.

"I heard the Thieves Guild was based in the Rift." Her head tilts and Brynjolf's heart skips at her words. "I didn't think you'd be so quick considering the state of your group."

"You're wrong, lass." Brynjolf lies through his teeth, surprised when she finally smiles at him.

"Oh good." She steps aside as if welcoming him. "I think we could help one another."

"How?" Brynjolf is careful, never looking away from her in case she's a threat. It has absolutely nothing to do with the alluring way she spoke or her nimble fingers braiding hair out of her face.

"I've been trapped with my family for ages." She mutters, tossing her robe aside to reveal basic clothing unlike those downstairs. "Not literally, of course, but socially. I'm chaperoned and shown off to every unmarried man on the continent with enough coin to his name. If I hadn't locked myself up here they'd be parading me around to whoever owns land in the Rift."

A nasty, jealous feeling leaves Brynjolf unsettled. He doesn't even know her name but dislikes the thought of her being treated like some animal to be sold off. He already knows he's going to agree to whatever she proposes when she faces him again, eyes full of hope.

"How can we help each other?" His voice remains neutral despite the excited fluttering in his chest.

"My parents are terrified of the Thieves Guild. Scared enough that if their eldest daughter were kidnapped I'm sure they'd pay a handsome fee to get her back."

"Sounds more like the Brotherhood or even some of the bandits." His attraction to her battles against the instinct to protect the Guild's failing image. "Thieves don't generally kidnap, lass."

"Then teach me to be a thief." She grins at him and Brynjolf knows she's won. "I can't stay here and rot in this tower or be married off to someone I hardly know."

"I'll keep you around if you're helpful." Brynjolf grumbles and savors the way her arms fling around his neck, treating her kidnapper like a savior.

"Okay!" She bounces to her desk, digging around until she finds some parchment. "Would you like to write the ransom note or shall I?"

[sevenrs]

*shines the OC rant laser on you*

i can't decide who to talk about so you get (at least) one fun fact about everyone. and most will be meta

brass lining: my first ever iterator oc. they were made over a year ago. they are my most "typical" (working to solve the great problem) iterator and though i don't develop much for them, they are important because i use them as a reference point for my other iterators

flight of the crows: their antenna are really hard for me to draw. why did i design them like that? because it looks cool. they are somehow both very emotionally intellegent and also unable to figure out how to handle other peoples emotions

chains by summer: originally, i based him off prometheus but now he more resembles achillies. i wouldve added more ancient greek influence to his design and atititude but greece nor a greece-like culture exist in rain world

three star songs: personally my favorite iterator color pallette that i made (i didnt make paradox). i consider her one of my more underrated iterators because i love her so damn much but i feel others are more interested in summer or paradox. NOTHING wrong with that by the way

paradox of creation: their lore was originally concieved because i am autistic about the immune system. now one of the greatest explorations of iterator anatomy and physiology ive done

salt wind blows: stole his name off of a username i saw somewhere. i dont really talk about her much but she's a secret favorite of mine

garden of bones: unrevealed because i want ita designer to post them first but their name comes from a song i thought was a sick iterator name for months

all the immunerators: each of them have at least one dot on their face, inspired by cell nucleus :)

equinox of winter: when i made them, i wanted to try drawing iterators different from what i usually do and in canon. very much will draw more bulky iterator ocs in the future!

call of the blade: she has three dots because she is based on a neutrophil. neutrophils have a three-lobed nucleus!

a perfect tragedy: it never moved in its can because the puppet is literally attached to the walls. its other structuremates cannot understand how it doesnt want to fidget

rising memory: vaguely inspired by the same origin as my sona! archivist from inscryption. help

bead from the branch: bead's body markings are based on a simplified drawing of antibodies, which b cells produce

blue lotus: already explained the origins but more flowers grow as it gets colder

arsonist: my first ever slugcat oc. her markingd were inspired by a black kite! if you know, you know

scholar: also vague inspiration from archivist inscryption... they have seen many iterators in their day and will keep meeting them too!

livewire: a vulture even smaller then a slugcat. three star songs made it after figuring out ghost was a bad messanger

the yoinky sploinky: two headed lizard i never did anything with and still has its placeholder name. based on the fact that reptiles are more often hatched with two heads then anything else

neuron slugpups: my friend blip was taking inspiration for designs to make. i said neuron flies. i later took home neuron pups for paradox

mixtape: bright blue coop pup i found. themed around an inspector

heart: an artificer sona :)

[painsandconfusion]

Cassidy

Bad baby Sand scribble part FOUR. whaaaaaaa? I did a werewolf thing???? ew. yall i dont like werewolves why did I do this XD

(tw: this is like 6,200 words long. ew. supernatural whumpee, knife, blood, shitty parental figures, manhandling, minor whump - i was a smol baby kiddo at the time i wrote this, dont come for me)

Cassidy stood in front of a large, oaken door. She had seen it many times before, but she had never mustered up enough courage to go in or even knock. She sat down on the floor as she had done so many times before, daydreaming what was inside. 

Cassidy was small for her age. At twelve years old, she had an intrinsic sense of curiosity and wonder. She was allowed to go anywhere. 

Anywhere but through that door. 

Ever since she was two years old, longer than she could remember, she had lived with her uncle. When Cassidy was born, her mother had died in labor, leaving her father to care for her in the midst of a devastating war. Not too long after, her father had been drafted. Cassidy was sent away to live with her grandmother’s brother in a large estate hidden safely within the borders of a neutral country. 

She had quickly adapted to life with her uncle. She was cared for by the maids, and only saw him during meals. Well...those he came to. Often times he would have his food delivered straight to his office. Behind the oaken door Cassidy had spent her lifetime staring at, wondering. 

Her uncle was a mysterious man. He rarely ever talked to her, but she thought her liked her. He would always have a special smile, just for her, even if her never really took the time to know her. He would always lock himself in his study and work tirelessly on some mysterious task. Cassidy liked to think that he was creating something beautiful. Like a dollhouse, or a music box. But these were the dreams of a young child, and Cassidy was bright enough to know that. 

Either way, she still enjoyed dreaming. 

Cassidy sat there, in the flickering light of the candles. She was wearing her favorite dress, which she wore nearly every day until Martha, her personal maid, would take it away to be washed. She always loved the dress. It was a soft yellow with little greed beading across the hems. It also had a green ribbon around the middle, and puff sleeves that made her feel like a princess. Martha said it had been her daughter’s dress, before she grew up. Cassidy had noticed that Martha always talked about her daughter, Beth, in past tense. Still, she didn’t question. She never questioned. She had been taught not to. Even so, she noticed Martha’s eyes go misty whenever she twirled in the dress. And how Martha would hug her, a bit too tightly whenever her eyes got the mistly quality. 

The oak doors never moved. She knew that they had to, or else Uncle could never get in or out, but she had never seen them opened. That was about to change. As Cassidy sat there, staring, the knob never turned, but the door opened a crack for the first time. She stood up. At first, she looked away, thinking that t was wrong to try and see what was inside. 

After a moment, she looked back. Curiosity overtook her. She walked slowly towards the door. Still afraid of the unknown secrets of the room, she stood back as far as she could and plastered herself against the wall before nudging the door open with one hand. She peered inside.  

It was completely dark. Had it always been like that? Was it always dark inside? Had the door always been unlocked for her to wander in at any time?

She took a few glances behind her, looking for uncle or Martha who would come to fetch her away. She thought for a moment on how much trouble she would get if if she were caught. It only took her a moment to realise that she didn’t care. The promise of answers to the questions she had been asking for years was easily worth any punishment they could give her.  She took a shaky step inside. It was almost completely dark so she pushed the door open all the way in order to get as much light as possible.

The candles out in the hallway flickered and illuminated the feet, but they did little to penetrate the darkness looking all around here. There was something eerie about the room. No matter how hard she tried, she could not see into it, even with the light of the candles. 

The sound of shoes clicking down the hallway made Cassidy spin around. Her heart jumped into her throat. She couldn’t be found. She wanted to run back out the door, to escape before anyone saw her, but it was too late. If she ran out now, she was sure to be seen. Instead, she covered her tracks and closed the door quickly and silently. 

She put her ear to the thick wood, listening out into the hallway. She could hear the shoes come up to the door, then move, blessedly, past it. She could hear Martha’s voice humming a sweet melody as she made her way down the hall, completely unawares the Cassidy was just behind the forbidden door. 

When Cassidy could no longer hear Martha, she sighed and let herself slide down to the foor. That was close. Too close. That was a bad idea. She immediately decided to leave. Quickly. Cassidy stood up and fumbled around for the knob. When she found it, she turned and pushed to open the door. Only, the door didn’t open. 

Cassidy tried again, throwing herself against the door this time. It was locked. She tried to see through the darkness to get to the latch on the door but there wasn’t one. Why would Uncle have his study lock from the outside? Either way, she had to get out. If they found her in there she was going to be in a lot of trouble. 

Cassidy turned around, looking for another way out. She reached her arms in front of her, trying to see through the darkness. Even now, her eyes were starting to adjust and whatever traces of light touched the room, she could see. She looked around. She couldn’t see the floor, but she make out the top of a table or desk. She had to find a candle, a lamp something. She moved slowly towards the table. Cassidy plastered her eyes open, trying to see as much as possible. There was a lamp sitting on the edge of the table. A real, electric lamp like she had only ever seen in the fancy shops in town. But... Uncle didn’t like electricity. He never bought the new fangled gadgets. Maybe he had finally given in. 

Cassidy felt around the lamp trying to find a way to turn it on. You didn’t need a match or anything. The lady at the store had shown her how to turn it on by pulling on a chord. 

Her fingers fumbled around the metal base. 

There. A small chain was dangling from the base of the lamp. She pulled it quickly and light blinded her. She covered her eyes to block out the sudden light. It was much brighter than a lamp or candle. It seemed to illuminate the entire room.

Something behind her shifted in the darkness, and Cassidy whipped around, backing into the wall. She scanned the room, trying to see what she had heard. The room was much brighter now. It was all still in shadows, but she could make it out. She was next to the table pushed up against the wall. On the table was an assortment of items such as knives, notepads, gloves, bowls, a few boxes and several pieces of silver. In the corner of the room, there was a large desk with books and papers stacked and piled onto it. She could see in the corner there was a bookshelf that was stuffed with volumes. The room was fairly large, but it seemed smaller with so many things in it. She focused on the largest item last. In the center of the room there was a large looming figure. It was like a giant box, but it had a black fabric thrown over it. Like the birdcages at the zoo. 

Had this been where the noise came from?

Cassidy was instantly curious. What was behind the fabric. What was in the box? She took a few small, silent steps forward, staring at it all the time. It was difficult to see in the shadows. After a moment, she turned back to the lamp and tipped it upward, splashing light around the rest of the room. 

Something shifted again. She had been right. It was from in the box. She looked quizzically at it. Had her uncle been keeping an animal in here? 

Cassidy reached around and gripped the corner of the black fabric. She took a deep breath and slowly pulled the material away. It was heavy, but she managed. 

She peered in. It wasn’t a box. It was a cage. The walls were made of iron bars with a nonexistent door. The cage hadn’t been what she was expecting, but what wasn’t what made her stop. It what was inside the cage, staring back at her. Cassidy gasped and dropped the material. 

The shape of a boy, only a few years older than her, was curled up into a ball, only his red tinged eyes staring back at her. Cassidy wanted to scream, to run, but something stopped her. The boy was crying. He looked unblinkingly up at her, tears slowly, silently, streaming down his cheeks. He stared at her, obviously more frightened of her than she was of him. Cassidy spun around, looking around the room. She was suddenly afraid of being caught again. This was definitely not what she had expected.

The boy lifted his head a bit more and looked at her. She looked back. Who was he? Where did he come from? More importantly, why did her uncle have a young teenaged boy locked up in his study?

Cassidy tried to clear her face of expression, as she had seen Martha do. She cleared her throat and looked back at the boy. 

“Who are you?” She had tried to make her voice clear and polite, but it came out shaky and foreign to her. The boy finched at her words and shifted away from her. He stared at her. He still looked frightened, but now it was mixed with confusion and curiosity. 

He didn’t reply. She tried something different. “My name is Cassidy.” She said. Her voice was calmer than before. She wanted to try to speak in a way that would calm him down, but it seemed to be working for her too. He stared back up at her. Cassidy slowly sat on the floor. She looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do next. 

“Conor.” He whispered. She looked back at him. 

“Conor? That’s your name.” She clarified. Slowly, he nodded. 

He seemed to be gaining confidence quickly. “How did you get here?” He asked. “Who are you?”

Cassidy was glad that he was speaking, but she wasn’t sure how to answer his questions. “Um...I guess I live here. This is my uncle’s house. I’ve never been in this room before.”

He stared back at her. “When is he coming back?” He asked.

“My uncle? I don’t know. He comes and goes all the time. I never know exactly where he is. I’ve never been too close to him...”

Conor tensed and looked rapidly around the room. He seemed to be afraid of Uncle. But why?

“Did my uncle put you here?” Cassidy asked hesitantly.

“I think so. At least I think it’s the same man.”

“Why?” She asked. “Why would he put anyone in a cage?”

“To experiment…” The boy replied, his eyes threatened tears again.

“What do you mean?” Cassidy inquired. “Experiment what?”

Conor looked back up to meet her eyes. He looked like he was in pain. Slowly, he unwrapped his arms from around his torso. He held them out for her to see. Dark hair made its way down his arms and over much of his hands. She noticed it poked out from under the color of his shirt as well. He was practically covered in hair. 

Cassidy gasped. “Did he do this to you?” She she whispered.

He pulled his arms back and looked away. “No. He didn’t. You don’t understand…” He stammered. “I’m not…”

“What?”

He took a deep breath. “I’m not exactly human. Well, I am. Most of the time…”

Cassidy stared at him, trying to understand. How can someone be ‘not exactly human’?

“What?” She repeated.

Conor sighed. “I’m a werewolf.” He clarified. “Well...not yet. I’m going to be though. When I’m 18...”

Cassidy stared at him, dumbfounded. A werewolf? 

“I...I don’t understand.” Cassidy stammered. 

Conor paused. “I don’t know why he wants me. I think he is trying to figure out how to kill my kind. I just don’t know what to do.” His voice cracked and he looked away.

Cassidy was furious at her uncle. How could he do something like this? Did he realize how much he had been hurting this boy? 

She could see that the outer sides of his arms were covered in cuts and welts. Fresh. She stared at them.

“I’m going to get you out of here.” She said definately. Conor looked up.

“How?” He whispered hopelessly. There isn’t even a door to this cage. The bars are all lined with silver. If I even touch it it burns me!” he showed her the backs of his arms. 

Silver. Werewolves can’t touch silver. Right...

“It gets worse as I get older, too. Once I’m a full werewolf, silver will be able to kill me…” 

Cassidy stood up. there had to be a way to get him out. She wrapped her hands around the bars, giving them a good tug. She pried and pulled at them, unable to change a thing. “Ugh! She grunted “I can’t move them.” 

Conor stared that the dirt and muttered “Of course you can’t, you’re human. I’m strong enough that I could, but I can’t hold onto them that long.” 

“Okay…” Cassidy mused. “So I just have to find a way that you can hold onto the bars without getting hurt.”

Conor scoffed. “Good luck with that.”

Cassidy looked around the room. She cast her gaze on the table she had first seen when she had entered. She searched them for anything she could use to help her. She looked from the silver to the knives. 

Conor was right. He was experimenting. Some sick form of torture to figure out every way he could hurt Conor. Anger and hatred bubbled up in her chest. She had trusted her uncle. He had always been kind to her and she loved him in return. 

All of the feelings she once had for him were now ebbing away as she looked around the room. This room made to hold and torture a young boy. 

Cassidy saw a pair of woolen gloves on the edge of the table. She grabbed them and jumped back over to Conor. 

She thrust them through the bars so that he could reach them without touching the cursed silver. 

“Will these work?” She asked him. He looked at the gloves carefully, afraid to touch them. 

“What are they made of?” He asks, eyeing they skeptically.

“I don’t know...wool I think.” She pulled them back out and turned them inside out. “Nothing inside. Just the liner. I don’t see any silver...”

“Okay, let me see them.” Cassidy held them back out for him. He didn’t take them, but touched them lightly with the tips of his fingers. Cassidy had no idea when the last time was he touched something without being hurt. 

He held the tips of his fingers on them for a few moments before moving his hands under and telling her to let go. She did and he looked at them carefully before putting them on. 

Once the gloves were on he stood up as much as he could in the small cage. Cassidy hadn’t realized how big he was. She had seen that he was thin, but he was also very long. He was much taller, and perhaps older, than she had thought. Conor moved up close to the bars. Taking a deep breath, he reached out to let the gloves touch the metal. He winced, expecting a shock or burn, but he held still. After a moment her wrapped his large hands firmly around the silver bars. He looked at Cassidy and nodded. 

“Stand back a little.” He advised. “I don’t know how these are going to bend or break.” Cassidy complied, moving back beside the table. 

“Here goes nothing….” Conor muttered.

She saw his muscles tense up and his eyes focus as he pulled at the bars. After a moment they creaked and started to give. Conor grunted and pulled harder. The first bar snapped from the frame and it’s momentum brought it slamming back against his body. 

His let go of the bar and ground his teeth. She could see a new welt on his face where the bar had hit him, but he seemed to be fine. He threw the bar to the other side of the cage and continued pulling on the second. After a few seconds, it pulled out too, and Conor was careful not to let it touch him. Now the gap was wide enough for Conor to slip through without touching the bars, still, he pushed out on them to bend the opening a bit wider, just in case. 

Conor slid through the opening and stood up fully for the first time in a while. A grin split across his face. That was the first time Cassidy saw him smile and she couldn’t help but join him. 

“Thank you!” Conor said, scooping her into a hug, making her giggle. Cassidy hadn’t known him for long, but she sure liked him so far. She hugged him back. 

“You’re welcome.” She was still grinning as he put her back down and started to stretch. His back and neck popped and cracked as he moved freely for the first time in...how long? Cassidy decided to ask.

“How long were you in there?” She said, dropping her smile. 

“I’m not sure...a few months I think...” He answered. “Either way, too long.”

Cassidy stared at him. “How old are you?”

“15” He replied.

“You’re pretty tall for 15” She stated.

This made Conor laugh. She liked his laugh. “Werewolf, remember?”

Cassidy smiled. This was all so strange. He was so strange. But he made her happy. She was definitely glad she decided to go into the room. 

Then she remembered. 

“Oh, no…” Cassidy stuttered, looking around the room. “What are we going to do? I have to get you out of here, but there are people in the house. Uncle could walk through that door any minute and the door’s locked from the outside!” Cassidy circled around, trying to think. Uncle was going to come in. He should see what she had done. She would be punished and she didn’t even want to think about what would happen to Conor. 

“What are we going to do!?” She repeated.

“Calm down, We’ll think of something…” Conor said, grabbing her shoulders to still her. He looked around the room. “I can get us out of here, but you are going to have to get us through the house. I don’t  know the way. Can you do that?” He asked. He looked directly into her eyes, his eyebrows raised. Cassidy nodded fervently.

“Okay…” Conor sighed. “Here we go...” 

He walked up to the door. He tried the doorknob, but it did no more for him than it had for Cassidy. 

He sighed. “Okay, here’s how this is going to work. If we want out, I’m going to have to either break down the door or bust the lock. It will be loud. If anyone’s near, they are going to hear it. Once we’re out we will have to get out of the house quickly and quietly without being seen. You sure you want to do this?” He looked at her.

Cassidy met his gaze. She understood. Her uncle would know she had helped him. There was no way he could have gotten out on his own. He would be furious. Cassidy had no idea what kind of man her uncle really was, or what he would to to her if he found out. “Okay, but I’m coming with you when we’re out.” She stated firmly.

“No. No way. You can’t be caught with me. You will stay here. This is your home. I’m not going to take you away.” 

“You don’t understand. He will kill me when he finds out.”

“He doesn’t have to know it was you.”

“Of course he’ll know. Who else would? The only people in this house are my uncle, Martha, and me. He will know it was me. I don’t want to know what he will do to me after that. I never knew him well and after seeing all this,” She gestured around the room, “I don’t want to.”

Conor sighed. “Okay. You’re right. I can’t leave you here. We will figure out something out.” He turned away from her and looked at the door. “You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He wrapped his still-gloved hand around the doorknob and thrust his shoulder into the wood. Cassidy heard the crackling as it broke away from the farme. Conor tried to be quiet about it, but the door fell with a crash with him on top of it. He stood up quickly before grabbing Cassidy’s arm and pulling her out. 

“Come on!” He said. Not bothering to whisper. If anyone could hear their voices, they would have heard the door. 

“This way!” Cassidy ordered and she started running down the hallway. Conor followed, thumping loudly. He wasn’t exactly graceful. She headed for the backdoor, the one that lead into the kitchen. Uncle never went over there. If they were lucky, they could get out before anyone could find them. She rounded the corner and started sliding down the stairs with Conor on her heels. 

“Cassidy!” Uncle screamed. She spun around to meet his wild gaze. 

He was in the parlor, now moving quickly towards the stairs. His eyes latched onto Conor and he drew a silver knife from his belt.

Cassidy stared at the knife and screamed. Conor picked her up, pulling her back up the stairs. Cassidy looked back down at her uncle. He wore and expression mixed between confusion, horror, fear, and anger. He darted up after them. She had never realized how agile her uncle was, but it was all too obvious now as he quickly caught up to them. Conor probably could have outrun him, but  Cassidy couldn’t and Conor didn’t leave her behind. 

Cassidy screamed again as she tripped and went hurtling to the floor. 

“Cassidy!” Conor yelled, skidding to a stop and turning towards her. Uncle was very close now, sprinting at them with a knife in hand. Conor picked her up by her elbow and carried her down the hall at a full sprint. 

Conor must have realized that he was not going to win. He had no idea where he was going and carrying Cassidy slowed him down. He raced down the hallway. Dead end. He stopped suddenly and spun around. Uncle slowed down too, only stopping when they were ten feet apart. Cassidy could hear Conor’s rapid breathing and she clutched his neck. 

Conor set Cassidy down quickly and she struggled to figure out what he was doing. Quickly, though it became obvious as his massive hands wrapped around her throat. 

Cassidy instinctively tried to pull them off, but it was useless. Conor was far stronger than she was. She started to panic, unsure what to do. She looked wildly up at her uncle. He was staring at her in horror. 

“Let go of my niece you filthy half breed.” Uncle said with more venom than she had ever  known he had possessed.

Conor didn’t waver. “Oh, fond of her are you? I see. Too bad.” Conor tightened his grip around her, and she sputtered, clawing at his hands for release. 

His voice was precise, deadly. She hadn’t ever heard him talk like that. She didn’t know what to think. A few moments ago she trusted him with her life. Now...not so sure.

Her uncle slowly put his hands up. “Calm down, let’s just talk this out.” He said slowly.

Conor laughed coldly. “Oh, we’ve had plenty of time for talking. You never bothered. That’s your own fault. Besides there’s nothing to talk about. I’m making you a deal. Either you take it or you don’t. Not much talking involved in that.”

“Okay, what do you want?” Uncle asked.

“First, put down the knife. I don’t like it much.” He ordered. 

Uncle pause, eyeing his blade. “I don’t like being at a disadvantage. How can I trust you?” 

Conor sighed. “Look I’m trying to be polite here but if you move that knife one centimeter closer to me I will tear you apart.” He paused. “And the girl as well.”

Uncle turned white and hesitantly complied, letting the knife drop to the floor with a thud. “Now, here’s the deal. Option A: You let me go. No one gets hurt. Everyone’s happy. Option B: You refuse. I kill the girl. Then I kill you. Understand?” 

Uncle nodded. 

“Your choice?” Conor asked.

Uncle stared from Conor to me, then back to Conor. He squinted at him. 

“I think you’re bluffing. I don’t think you’d hurt her. It seems you’re rather attached to her. I don’t think you will do it.” He challenged.

Conor chuckled coldly. “Watch me.” He whispered slowly. 

His hands tightened around Cassidy’s neck, cutting off most of her air supply. Cassidy thrashed around, wide eyes, trying to get away from him. Her uncle watched the scene for a moment before taking a step back and raising his hands higher. “Okay! Okay. I’ll do whatever you want just let her go.” He said frantically. 

“That’s better.” Conor said coldly. His hands relaxed, allowing Cassidy to gulp down air, coughing and sputtering all the time. 

“Now back up.” Conor instructed. 

Uncle compiled and started moving away from them. Conor moved forward, still holding onto Cassidy’s neck. He bent over slowly to pick up the knife the Uncle had dropped, careful not to touch the silver blade. He moved his hands away from her throat and replaced them with the knife. Cassidy could feel the cool metal pushing into the flesh on her throat, not quite hard enough to break the skin. She lifted her chin to get away from it. 

“Now, you stay there. You move and I start carving.” Conor threatened. He started backing up, tugging Cassidy with him. She moved slowly, careful not to press against the knife. He backed up into the hallway. Dead end. Right. 

He reached to his left and opened a door. It was Cassidy’s bedroom. He moved inside, pulling Cassidy with him. 

“Wait! Let her go! You said you wouldn’t hurt her!” Uncle called down the hall. She could hear him moving towards them. Conor stepped back into the hall, still holding her against his body.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay there?” He mused. 

Suddenly, the blade pushed harder against Cassidy’s throat. She wined and she felt it cut the skin. A trickle of blood emerged.

“No!” Her uncle cried.

“Just keep quiet and stay there. I will kill her if you don’t listen. She is coming with me. I won’t hurt her and will release her once I am a good ways away. I need to make sure you won’t follow me. Now. Back. Up. I won’t tell you again.” Uncle looked frantically at him before backing up slowly once again.

Conor had moved the blade away from her cut, but it still throbbed and she could feel the blood running down her neck. It wasn’t a deep cut. Just the skin. She would be okay. As long as Conor didn’t try it again. 

They moved back into the room and Conor slammed the door. He released her and bolted the doorjam. He moved her dresser in front of the frame for good measure before moving to the window and breaking it open. 

Cassidy way sitting on the ground massaging her throat gently. She didn’t know what to think. She looked up at Conor, frightened. In a moment he picked her up and literally jumped out the window. They were on the second floor at least 40 feet in the air, but apparently Conor didn’t care. 

She screamed as they fell. Cold air whipped her hair into her face, catching in her mouth. It seemed like forever before they reached the ground.

Conor landed on his back, using his body as a cushion for her fall. Cassidy was aching, but Conor stood up quickly and picked her up. He began sprinting towards the dark forest the engulfed the estate. He didn’t stop running when the got to the trees. He carried her for miles. All Cassidy could do was hang onto his for dear life. His path twisted and turned so that he would be impossible to track down. 

After what seemed like an hour of running, Conor finally stopped. He set her down and kneeled to look her in the eye. She flinched away from him.

“I am so sorry Cass. I had to. He wasn’t going to let us go if he didn’t think I was serious. I didn’t want to hurt you but it was the only way.” 

Cassidy looked away. 

He gave her a halfhearted smile. “You didn’t really think I’d kill you did you?” He asked quietly.

Cassidy met his eyes. She couldn’t lie to him. She nodded slowly.

“Oh, Cassidy” He said quietly, engulfing her in a hug. “But, I suppose it’s probably a good thing. If you believed it, he believed it.” He pulled back and looked her in the eye. “I am so sorry that had to happen. I suppose I was pretty scary, huh?” Cassidy finally let the tears slip down her cheek. She closed her eyes and nodded before burying her face in his shoulder.

“I’m so, so sorry…” He whispered. “I’ll never let anything like that happen to you again. I will never hurt you.” He began to pet her hair, soothing her. “Are you going to be okay?” He whispered in her ear. 

Cassidy noded. “I’m okay.” She mumbled into his chest. She pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes. She sat down on the ground behind her. Conor followed suit. 

“So...what now?” Cassidy whispered. Her throat was still tight from crying, but she had to move on. She had never been one to cry. She didn’t like it. 

“I’m not sure.” Conor replied. “Here, let me see that.” He said, gently pulling her chin up so he could see the cut on the neck. He looked at it with regret. “So sorry…” He whispered again. He inspected the cut to make sure it wasn’t bleeding any longer. It had stopped a while ago, but the dried blood was still there and there was nothing to wash it off with. 

Cassidy pulled his hand away. She changed the subject. “Where did you come from. Before my uncle..”

“I lived in a village miles and miles away from here. My parents had been werewolves I guess. They sent me away when someone caught onto their secret. The people I lived with never figured it out. One night I woke up to the cottage on fire. Next thing I knew I woke up in that cage….”

“That’s...terrible.” Cassidy whispered. 

“It’s okay. I never really fit in anyway.” He smirked. “No one really liked me.”

Cassidy stared at him. “Me neither. Well...I’m not so sure. I never really get to leave the house. I get all my training and learning at home. I only get to go out when Martha has to shop and uncle isn’t home to watch me. They never trusted me…”

Conor smiled. “Probably because of me. They didn’t want you to find me.”

“Nah, you’ve only been here a few months. This has been happening my whole life.”

He paused, searching her eyes. “But there was someone there before me.” Conor said carefully. “I wasn’t the first.”

Cassidy stared at him. “What do you mean?” She asked.

“When I got there, I knew I wasn’t the first. He had been doing this a long time. Besides, I didn’t need that. I could smell it.”

“You what?” Cassidy asked.

“Smell. I have an acute sense of smell. Like a dog.” He laughed for a moment then grew somber again. “I could still pick up the scent of the one who was there before me. I assumed that whoever the last one was had just gotten too old. There isn’t really any way to experiment on a fully grown werewolf. They are extremely strong, but fragile at the same time. They would break out of that cage, no problem. There’s no way to control them. But also, the silver has a greater effect. I assumed your uncle killed the one before me.” Conor started picking at a leaf, tearing the edges off a little bit at a time.

Cassidy looked away, sorry she asked. She picked up a leaf too, prying the veins from the green. “Well...where did you come from?” She asked him. “Maybe we could still go back…”

“No. There’s nothing left for me there. Besides, that’s the first place your uncle will look.” He stared out into the trees. “We have to get away. Far away.” He sat up straighter. “Wait. You say this man is your uncle?”

“Yes?”

“So what about your parents?” He asked.

Cassidy sighed. “My mother’s dead and my father was drafted in the war. That’s why I was sent here. To get away from the war.”

“Hmm…” Conor grunted. “Well, I guess we can figure it out later. We’re not going anywhere fast.” He laid down. Cassidy did the same. They looked up together, watching the leaves of the trees sway and rustle under the gentle breeze. It was getting kinda cold out. It was mid summer, but the nights were still a bit chilly. It was getting close to sundown. 

“Should we get a shelter or something?” Cassidy asked. She had never slept anywhere but in the house, in a bed. She didn’t know how to live outside of walls.

Conor smirked at her. “Nah. It doesn’t get too cold. There’s nothing to shelter us from. Except animals, maybe, and I can take care of them.” 

Cassidy shuddered. “What kinds of animals?” She asked quietly. She had heard about the lions and bears. Bobcats and tigers. She didn’t like the idea of them prowling around while she slept. 

Conor chuckled again, apparently amused by her fear. “Wolves.” He mused. “Big issue for a lot of people, but not while you’re with me. If anything else comes, I can make it go away.” He rolled on his side and propped up on his elbow to face her. “I promise I won’t let anything hurt you.” He said honestly.

Cassidy smiled. “Thank you.” She said quietly.

Conor layed back down and they went back to watching the sun set through the canopy of leaves. 

“Conor?” She asked after a few minutes.

“Yeah?”

“I think if I knew you before all this, I still would have been your friend.”

She could hear his smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You know something, Cassie?” He asked. She turned her head to face him.

“What?”

“Your uncle’s right. I am growing rather fond of you.”

Cassidy smiled. “So does this mean we’re friends?”

“I think so.” Conor replied.

There were were a few moments of silence before Cassidy answered. “I’ve never had a friend before.” She said quietly.

“Me neither”

“I think I like it.”

“Me too.” Conor replied. 

Together, they watched the treetops. The night was setting in, darkening the atmosphere of the forest. When the sun had fully set, Cassidy snuggled up to him for warmth. Just before they drifted to sleep Cassidy whispered. 

“Conor?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t leave me.”

“Never.” He replied.

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Not necessarily part of the story:

The next morning, Cassidy woke up to rays of sunlight splashed across her face. She shifted, feeling Conor’s body beside her. For a moment, she panicked, not remembering the day before. When she realized it was Conor beside her, she smiled. He was her friend. Her first friend. She felt almost giddy. She stood up slowly so that she didn’t wake him and looked around. 

Birds bobbed and weaved everywhere around her, singing songs to one another. It was beautiful. Cassidy smiled and wandered around to watch the birds from a better angle. They were in all different colors and sizes singing different songs to one another as they busily flew about.

[sweetbabysour]

interruptions

interruptions - brian may x reader fem

brian may x reader *smut*

idk if its good, this is my first smut writing.

warnings : thigh kink, love bites(aka hickeys), unprotected sex (wrpa it before you tap it)

I had just woken up and i already brushed my teeth. Then the doorbell rang, "who is it!?" i yelled. I could hear a sudden "uhh" from outside the door. "Yea, yea coming.." i said as i rushed to the door. Brian smirked and showed me a little glass horse. "Thats cute" i looked up at him and saw a bunch of curls upon his face. "Come inside," i requested, "its cold." as brian walked inside, he set down the tiny horse and went into the kitchen. "What're you doing in there?" i lazily groaned, about to fall asleep. "Nothing, nothing." he mumbled, " you sound tired." "mhm" i nodded in agreement and fell back to sleep on the sofa.

I was having a nightmare and woke up to brian looking at me, sitting next to me. I felt beads of sweat falling down my face and almost cried. I quickly hugged him and soon felt a wave of relief flush over me. "Im so- im really sorry." i backed away from him and rubbed my eyes. "Nono, its fine." he extended his arm as an invitation, so i gladly took it and leaned against him. "How are you so warm?" brian asked. "I dont know," i replied with, "i just woke up."  i looked up at him as he was looking down at me. "And why are you acting so nice?" he raised one of his eye brows and slightly smirked. "I dont know, i just- i just feel like it i guess." i scratched my neck and leaned back down on him.

As i leaned on him i heard his gasp quietly, yet fast. "Is something wrong?" i questioned. "Nono, nothings wrong." he looked down at me once again. I could see that something was wrong with the expression on his face. "I can tell when somethings up, " i mentioned, "spit it out." "its embarrassing," i heard him break down with a sigh. "I know you hate me and shit, but i feel like its something that shouldn't be happening." "get to the point." i told him. "alright , alright.." he rushed, "i like you. I know its dumb and all and i shouldn't have feeli-" i put my finger on his mouth, "shh, shh." i calmed him down, " your talking too much."  "but i-" i interrupted him once again, " shh!" i lazily said. He moved his arm and accidentally brushed it against my thigh. He gulped and i just stared into his eyes. what a galaxy, how many stars his eyes can take. How many things he saw in his eyes. I stared deeper into his eyes and didnt notice the print rising under his pants. my god, how huge. I got up and walked to the bathroom and did  what i needed to while brian just sat on the couch.

I sort of woke up a bit more from the buzzing out the restroom door and finally realised what happened. "Yea, who is it!" i asked loudly. "Its the boys" brian yelled back to me. I sighed, rolled my eyes and walked out the door. I grabbed my robe from the hook behind the door and went to the living room. "heyy!..." freddie slumped in the door and threw himself on the couch. "He kinda got a bit drunk." john said, mimicking his hand to his words. Roger just walked in the flat as if he owned it. He went inside the kitchen to do- well something. I walked over to brian and bent down to ask, " can we talk later?" he widened his eyes, "yea, sure." well, what i plan to talk about with him is to share my feelings with him. Maybe it was too fast on how i fell, so deeply in love with him. I dont know, i feel like its best to be open to him right now.

the rest of the boys were already gone, but brian was left. "Can we talk now?" i asked him, while the both of us were sitting on the sofa. "ehh, yea." he replied and nodded his head. "Remember that time you hid my book?" i said. "yea" he told me back. "well, i dont know how, but-" i was speaking as roger barged in the room, obviously drunk. Me and brian looked at him at the same time and i widened my eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?" i whispered-yelled. "Are ya-are you guys shagging?" roger stumbled over nothing and blinked his eyes slowly. I looked over to brian with a concerned look as he looked back at me. He widened his eyes and i stood up and pushed roger out of the room, "hell no we aren't!" i said while pushing him out. I took a deep breath and sat down with brian until we heard rogs footsteps move away from the door. I looked down at his hand and felt his eyes laying on me, " ok." i said, "i think i have feelings for you too." i then looked back up at him and felt relieved.  "god y/n, ive been wanting to hear that from you for so long." he said under his breath. He put his hand on my thigh and slowly stopped smiling, but in a quite good way. I think i know what this meant. I stared at his hand on my thigh and looked at his eyes while smirking. "I want to-" it sounded like he wanted to say it but something stopped him. "I can't stop thinking about you," he started another sentence, "all day long."

this was my chance, i had to do it. I tugged the back of his head and started kissing him aggressively. This lasted a couple of minutes since our lips softly collided each second. I got off of his chest and was left with panting with the taste of liquor upon my lips. "Can we do that again?" brian chuckled and said, out of breath. "Sure." i smirked at him and so we continued. minutes pass by and the things that i thought were unimaginable. At this point, im only left with lingerie and brian was only left with his knickers. "Are you okay with this?" he started crawling towards me. "Yes," i called out, "please." as he grew closer towards me, i could feel his warmth. I felt like i was dreaming. As he got by, he started lead a track of light pecks on my thighs, leading to- "what a beautiful pussy," he interrupted my thoughts, " ive been dreaming of this." and he then started sucking my clit. "mm," i groaned, "oh fuck." Oh that magic was working. After a few minutes of brian working his magic, his name was written on my lips. "Fuck yes," i panted, "keep going." i grabbed the back of his head and rolled my eyes. How i could see the stars. My god was he good. "Fing-" i almost said, "i know." he smirked and slowly moved one callused finger up my pussy and curled it. I couldn't help it but let out the most pornographic moan ever. "More, please." i panted. It was as if my word was his command. He slowly shoved in another finger just as he did with the other. I rolled my eyes as far back as they possibly could and moved my hips to where he was hitting that spot. "Bri, baby," i moaned, "keep going baby." as he moved his fingers, faster and faster, i could feel a slight build up to where i wanted to reach. "bri," i teared up, "fuck yes, fuck, fuck."He kept hitting it until- fuck. "you're so good at that" i said, out of breath. "am i?" he chuckled, sucking his fingers. "I think i should help you," i said in a seductive way, "the way you helped me." "you dont have to do that," he gulped, "really, you-" i crouched down and pulled down his knickers. "i want to please you." i stated. his long shaft sprang up right in front of my face. god was it big. "I knew it." i smirked. as i put my dominant hand on his length, he suddenly gasped and put his hand on his mouth. "I haven't even done anything yet, silly." i chuckled and slowly started stroking his cock. Before i licked his tip, his length was glistening with pre-cum. He groaned and rolled his eyes. "I dont wanna cum yet." he moved his shaft away from my mouth. "good fucking god y/n, your really good at that." he breathed out. god, how much i wanted him in me. "hell," i called, "can you fuck me already?" "someones eager.." he jokingly said. "please" i moaned. "hell, you look so fucking sexy like this." he groaned. I sat on the bed and he blurted, "ass up." the second after he said that, i tried moving my position into where my best features were shown. "bri, please." i panted. I felt his warmth against my thigh and felt the wet kisses that collided with them. "love, are you sure?" he softly asked. I nodded eagerly and positioned myself to where my ass was pointing straight at him and to where my pussy was clearly available to him as i could feel it dripping with my liquids. I looked back at him from my side to see that he was approaching my opening, studying it in his mind as he came closer. fuck, the way he was looking at me was like he was seeing god for the first time. "Tell me if you want to stop," he mentioned, "okay?" well, this my first time, so in the next few minutes i wouldnt consider myself a virgin any longer. I nodded to his words. "no y/n, i need your words." he called. "Okay." i looked at him and stated. As i felt his tip entering my opening, it felt like it belonged there. I gasped and rolled my eyes. "Fuck y/n," he breathed out, "your so tight." he slowly started inserting and extracting his length, but i was eager for more. "faster, baby," i moaned, "i want more." he nodded quickly and slowly started creating a rhythm for both of us to follow. I whimpered and almost

teared up. It hurt, it really did. But that pain turned into pleasure. But his angelic grunts and moans made me feel like i was in the air. "Your a natural," he chuckled and panted. He grabbed my waist and pulled it towards him, following the rhythm. I didnt mind it because we were pleasing each other and it no longer hurt. "fuck, your tight." he whimpered. He bent over as i felt skin to skin contact and i felt the wet, slobbery kisses upon my neck.  "dont give me any love bites bri" i panted. "Ill try baby." he then paused. "What, whats wrong?" i looked back at bri and he had beads of swear trailing down his face. "I want to change positions." he panted while looking down at his long shaft. "sure, okay." i looked at his eyes and saw the galaxy again. Brian sat on the edge of the bed and said, "come here." and patted his lap, motioning me to sit on his lap. I tiptoed to his lap and moved my opening on his thigh and he moved his hands to mine. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. He started playing with them while he placed love bites on my neck even though i've told him not to. His warmth felt so- natural against me, skin-to-skin contact was completely okay with me. He moved my hair to the other side of my shoulder and continued placing love bites all over me, like i was his canvas and he was painting. I wouldnt stop him though, these love bites only turned me on. I shifted my ass on his staff and started moving on him. He held my waist and asked, " is this alright?" i nodded my head in response to his question. I lowered my body on his shaft and gasped halfway going down. He grunted and started moving a bit. Once his length was completely inside of me, i stayed there for almost 2 minutes. It just felt so nice. "You can move when you'd like." he mentioned and left a peck on my jaw. I soon lifted my lower half up and brought it down slowly.  I let out a quiet whimper and felt pleasure building up. "Fuck y/n.." he groaned. I slowly started bouncing up and down as the pleasure felt spreading throughout my body. "y/n your taking me so well.." he grouped my hair together and tilted his head back. I gave out choppy moans and quiet whimpers through the process. "Your so good to me baby.." he whispered, "i love you." that was it. The final words i heard before we came. "ah fuck bri, your- your really good." i panted, still feeling his shaft inside me. "You are too baby," he breathed out, "a good fucking natural." he chuckled. I smirked and got up slowly, feeling the twitches of his length leave my cunt. he laid down on the bed and i crawled up on him, giving him love bites across his chest and his lower neck. as soon as i was finished, we both got up, lazily. we put on our clothes and headed straight out the door and looked up to see the rest of the boys. "well, about time." freddie motioned towards his wrist an imaginary watch. "You know you guys were so fucking loud, right?" roger mentioned. John said nothing but just looked surprised. So was i, really. I just fucked a guy who i once hated but now i love. i pulled bri's shoulder down just enough to where my mouth was right next to his ear and whispered, "i cant help falling in love with you."

[maybe-your-left]

Hi!😊

This is my first time writing to you ever😱 I've been following you for a couple of weeks and read through a lot of your work on your masterlist and OMG I LOVE IT! ESPECIALLY Good Intentions - I've read some chapters like three times already, it's so good

I love how you write the boys and how you describe everything - I can envision everything that's happening so easily. You are truly such a good writer, but hopefully you already knew that❤

I saw you were doing your ask friday and read something about Valentine's day present from one of the boys? I would really love to participate in that, but I'm not sure if I'm gonna do it right haha

I'm just gonna write it here: my fave color is petroleum blue (like a deep turquoise), my favorite flowers are roses, random fact is I'm 5'10. I'm struggling with which boy bc I can't really choose between the triplets, I love them all so much, but I feel like I'm in a Kylo mood atm

Pls let me know who your favorite triplet is, I need to know for "research purposes"/curiosity

Hope you're having a great day/evening/whenever-you-see-this✨ I will be more active here from now on now that I've built up the courage to send this haha

Love, Sierra

HI SIERRA, 

Matt Organa-Solo:

Oh baby-Matty wants to give you anything in the world. If you wanted the moon he would throw a lasso over it just to see you smile.

Matt’s favorite color is blue too! Who would’ve thought? Everyone always gets him stuff that's orange, but he only wears it because in art class he learned that it was a complimentary color to blue.

He really wants to make today special... he knows he’s not the most eloquent when it comes to his feelings for you but he wants you to know he's listening to you. He’s been working really hard on the perfect Valentine present, that you’ll cherish for the rest of your lives together, which Matt is planning on forever so jot that down.

A beautiful bouquet of roses will find its way to your work/school, rivaling anyone else's that were received earlier in the day. Along with a note that explains for you to get dressed in the outfit he laid out when you get home. A stunning blue set sprawled on the bed, your favorite color. Along with some deep blue earrings to adorn your ears, Matt wants them to twinkle, for when he bites them later.

Ben Solo: 

Sweet sweet Benny boy... the most precious boy who needs all the attention and affection you can give him. He thrives on it okay, don't make him beg, because he will crawl on his hands and knees just for an ounce of your attention. 

For Valentines? 

Ben is a regular CUPID OKAY. HE LIVES FOR ROMANCE. HE OOZES SEX, LOVE, DEVOTION, EVEN CUM OKAY. 

He spent so long on his present for you, a beautiful painting made of you. Scandalily clad in deep hues of blue, complete with blue butterflies around your body on the canvas. He absolutely loves it, and has a copy of it for himself, he thought about getting professional photos of himself naked for Valentines' but his brothers gave him a hard no... so. next year. 

A beautiful blue stone set in gold, perfect to wrap around your finger, a symbol of his love for you. 

You really thought he wouldn’t propose on Valentines? Think again! 

Why not? 

its a romantic day, and he loves you more than anything. 

Kylo Ren: 

Ummm... wtf is Valentines' day? 

is this something he should’ve known about? 

why is everyone wearing pink? 

someone kissed him because he was wearing red but he SWEARS he didn’t ask for it okay. 

Roses? 

Okay. 

Kylo gets you a rose GARDEN. Filled with exotic and hybrid Roses that come in every color you can imagine. Just because he got overwhelmed at the florists when they asked about the size he wanted. There's no size of flowers that can amount to his love for you, so a garden seemed like the next best step. 

He has hidden gifts throughout the walkway, which he pretends to not know about when you stumble upon one. Wrapped in black velvet, a big red bow atop. 

Jewels. 

Necklaces. 

Purses. 

Shoes. 

A fucking tiara. 

Along with tickets to fly to the ocean because he knows your favorite color is a deep ocean blue, which whatever. Red is far superior but he will let you live under the guise of blue being good. So he can walk on the beach with you, hand in hand while the waves crash against your feet on the shoreline. 

Also sex. 

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My Favorite Triplet????? 

geeeeee idk....

i don’t know... 

there's so many options man 

idk dont make me choose babe. 

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[kandi-tutorials]

Fabricing Masks and You

uh idk what that title it. basically, we're discussing making kandi masks usable. also a note on why i DONT suggest hot glue.

I don't really suggest hot glue to seal fabric to your mask because it has a chance of melting your string, I think. That isn't really preferable, obviously, because then it'll likely destroy your entire mask. I don't know specifically if it WAS the hot glue when I did it that wrecked my shit, or if it was the string coming undone, but I wanna exercise caution and avoid hot glue from now on, you know?

So, I've been getting into sewing lately, making plushes and my halloween cosplay thing. So, this time around, I'm gonna try and sew fabric into my mask. I think I can do this by passing my needle through my beads.

Is this gonna take a while? Absolutely. If you'd like to try this with me, though, here's what you're gonna need.

- Fabric, anything will do as long as you can layer it comfortably. Remember to test your fabric against the flame test to see if it's layered enough.

- Sewing needle

- Thread (preferably in the same color as your fabric, but I don't think anybody will see it anyway so it doesn't matter)

- Kandi mask! If you don't know how to do that, I wrote up a thing right here

- Candle and something to light it with, or just a lighter

- Sewing pins

Got all that? Great! Let's begin.

First, you're gonna wanna fold your fabric a bunch. Light your lighter, or light a candle, and form your fabric around your face, covering your nose. Try to blow out the candle-- try your best. If you can't do it, then pin that and cut it out. If you can blow it out, then layer it some more until you can't. I think what I have is cheap cotton? Or polyester? It took about 4 layers.

Cut that rough roughly the size of your mask. You'll have time later to go back and trim it, don't worry.

Got a square? Cool. Now, we're gonna sew this to the inside of our mask, an endeavor which might be hard. Who knows? I don't right now.

Okay, it wasn't really that hard. My suggestion is to work your needle through the side of the fabric that'll touch your face (the back) then work it through a bead, then go through the front of the fabric relatively close to a bead. Then you can put your needle through empty spaces between beads near the edges of the mask, and continue putting it through beads and putting it through the fabric. This is how I did mine, and I think it'll suit my purposes great.

I sewed across the entire edge of the mask, tied that off by putting my needle through a thing of thread that's already sewn in, repeating that a few times, and pulling hard.

After you sew that all together, you can trim your fabric. I suggest still leaving some slack, so you don't accidentally cut your sewing.

Now. What's the use of this? We're in the age of July 2021, where vaccines are in full swing and masks are slowly fading out of necessity... For the fortunate, from my position. Because of my conditions at the moment, I can't get the vaccine. I'll have to wait over a year to get it. I've also heard that many places around the world don't have access to it yet. In addition, it's common in Japan for others to wear masks whenever they get sick, as a common courtesy to others. Also in addition, I feel like many of us have gotten used to them, they're apart of fashion for some of us now. Even if I was able to get the vaccine, I don't know if I'd be able to give up my masks quite yet. Some of them, like the usage of kandi masks, can be quite stylish. Having them be functional is just a nice plus. Also... I kinda find that putting fabric in them makes them a little more comfortable to wear, it lessens the effects of the hard beads pushing against your nose bridge lol.

That's all I've really got to say. I think I find this method safer than using hot glue, and maybe even more secure? Ultimately, though, hot glue could have it's advantages. It's been passed around for a while now for a reason. It's way faster, and it takes less materials. It's your call on if you'd like to risk it or not. Like I said, I'm not sure if my own mask fell apart due to that, or due to shitty string and bad tying.

It'll be an entertaining coin flip if you choose to do it! If you do it without many averse effects, please send me an ask detailing your beads and your string type! If you do that, I can update this post to be less anti hot glue lol

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

[chil2de]

i know you write a lot for akaashi but i would really like to see a domestic fluff oneshot w/ him. i just wanted to say that i adore your writing and it’s the most unique and eloquent thing i have read in my entire life. i love you and thank you for all of your hard work.❤️

i do - akaashi keiji x reader

anon🥺🥺🥺 pls i love u thank u for requesting i dont mind writing for the same character a lot it really isnt an inconvenience so please don’t worry about it, i just ask that u might have to wait a while for ur request, tysm for the support pls😔 you’re so sweet i genuinely cannot fathom it i, im sorry this piece isnt as long as my others but i will feed all my akaashi fans soon :) i love you and i hope that you enjoy

timeskip!akaashi keiji x reader

the cadmium yellow sponge had worn down thanks to its many weeks of service, dancing between a fine line of murky brown and from what it used to look like originally. you hummed pleasantly, singing a familiar lullaby as you worked your arms, scrubbing the dishes back and forth. a small scratching sound resounded against the clanging porcelain. the water leaking from the faucet sounded like a mini waterfall, cascading from the main plumbing and pouring down into the sink before. a few soapy bubbles made way into your lungs, causing you to momentarily cough. you gazed out at the window in front of the sink, staring out at the sky in your apartment. it was a beautiful mid spring evening with a mild pleasant breeze whispering through the open balcony. the fiery orange sun hung its head low in the sky, turning over to fall asleep for the night- the sky painted deep and enticing gradients of orange pink and purple. you felt the warm sunlight radiate off of your face, soft kisses warming up your body temperature.

“(y/n).” akaashi softly called out from the balcony. you hummed in acknowledgement, slipping off your latex gloves but opting to keep on your (favourite colour) apron just incase. you curled your fingers around the tall glass cup of iced tea, a few beads of condensation forming around the outside. you twisted the red and white striped straw, taking a sip as you made your way over to akaashi.

“sorry, were you busy?” he glanced over at your attire, eyes flickering to your lips. akaashi was perked up in the corner of the balcony, comfortable with his back against the wall, left leg bent up whilst the other stretched out in front of him. you giggled at the book that he clutched in one hand, his other curled around his right knee. he wore his soft cream coloured sweater, raven black curls distressed and curled into his gaze.

“‘s okay, what’s up?”

“could you clean these for me?” akaashi slid off his glasses, folding them over and gazing up at you. you beamed at him, watching the ghost of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. you took his glasses, holding them by the handles to not disturb the lenses. you returned momentarily, still wiping the lenses with precision. you held his glasses up at the light, looking through them for any missed and blurry spots.

you kneeled down to his eye level, carefully sliding them back on. he adjusted the back so that they sat on his ear correctly, his hands caressing yours in the process. you gave him a soft kiss onto his lips which he returned gratefully, pulling you in whilst he held you.

“have you finished cleaning?”

“not really, why?”

“i wanted you to sit with me but you should finish if you haven’t already”

“nooo! it’s fine, i’ll sit with you”

“seriously, you should go”

“pleaaaase, keiji?”

akaashi sighed in defeat, opening his legs up so you could sit in between him. you laughed, nestling down in between his thighs, your back pressed up against his chest. you could feel his heartbeat slowly thumping.

akaashi slid his right hand to you, slinging it over your lap and pulling you into him further. he rested his chin on the top of your head, slipping his book beside him for a moment.

“want a drink?” you inquired, lifting the cup up. he hummed for a second, curling his fingers around yours before tilting the cup towards him. he sipped slowly on the straw, ruffling your hair as thanks.

you set the cup down on the floor, away from either of you so that it wouldn’t get kicked over.

you leaned against him, tilting your head up to gaze at him.

you reached your fingertips out, grazing the skin at his neck.

he gazed down at you, slightly confused at what you were doing. you giggled, watching his facial expression soften as he intertwined his fingers in between yours,

akaashi brushed his thumb over the back of your hand, frowning.

“what’s wrong, keiji?”

“you shouldn’t keep your wedding ring on when you wash the dishes”

[synchlora]

oh my god PLEASE talk abt jet and ghoul. how did they meet? do they have any things they like to do as just the two of them? inside jokes? do they ever argue and if so how does it get resolved? do they give each other gifts?? where are they in a firefight?

YES!! okay fuck yeah!!!

how they met

so ghoul and jet meet uhh. in an. interesting way..... so jet and kobra r the first two of the fab four to meet so they basically start a mini-crew before poison and ghoul join. so one day, jet and kobra are out on a supply run to test out kobra's new vend-a-hack and things. happen.

to make a long story short, a newly-escaped (and. Extremely Dehydrated and desperate) ghoul decided it would be a good idea to. attempt to rob some killjoys?? man was desperate alright. so xe. climbed up onto the vending machine and jumped on top of kobra while he was distracted w the vend-a-hack.

a let me paint u a picture here bc im not sure if this is clear: imagine you're out on an early morning supply run before it gets too hot w ur one and only crewmate, someone uve known for quite a while now. ur out here to test a new device he's made!! something that'll make it easier to steal from BLi, so obviously u both decided to try it out asap. and while u have ur back turned tending to your half-broken motorbike, you hear the shriek of your crewmate, spin around, and see a teenager with greasy black hair (no, literally grease, like that's fucking motor oil in their hair) currently on top of your crewmates shoulders wrestling w him while holding a mildly pointy pen in their hand held (uselessly) like a knife to ur crewmates throat.

so that's how ghoul and jet met achsbscshsbs ghoul attempted to rob them and jet was like COOL!! let's take them home (much to kobra's displeasure having just been "violently attacked" by a "fucking sharp-toothed city kid." to be fair, ghoul did bite him).

things they do / inside jokes

literally nearly impossible to ever find them not physically touching in some way. whether they're leaning against one another in a fire fight, in a tangle of limbs lounging around at the diner, or bumping shoulders/hands while working on their own separate projects-- they're almost always within each other's space

ghoul likes to make bracelets and other jewelry and jet tends to sit still a lot just reading or writing. so there's a lot of lazy afternoons where ghoul is making jewelry literally onto jets wrist while jet just sits around chatting idly abt what they're reading

jet knows nothing abt mechanical shit but loves to sit around in the garage w ghoul if she's ever feeling lonely out there. which is a lot of the time

ghoul knows nothing abt the stars but loves to sit on the roof w jet and hear them infodump abt all their favorite constellations

ghoul is the only one that can use it/its pronouns w jet (it actually makes her rly happy!! only from them tho, it's abt trusting the connotation and person addressing them if that makes sense)

jet's the only one that uses a lot of ghouls other names. they are the only one allowed to use any of the bird-related ones (once again, abt trust and knowing jet's intentions using those names)

arguments

oh my god they get into arguments so much

they get along incredibly well but are so concerned for one another, mainly when it comes to firefights

jet is very bold but also values his crew mates above all else and wants to ensure that they all make it out of the fight alive. she's lost too many people in the past to be careless in a fight

ghoul on the other hand is reckless and will throw xemself out into danger at any chance. they want to go down swinging and they dont value her life as much. he doesn't want to die, but it's more abt trying to prove that she's a "real killjoy" because xe was previously a scarecrow apprentice

they fight a lot abt keeping one another safe in fights, arguing either of their points to no end

what tends to solve these is one of them finding the other and sitting down wordlessly for a little while. these situations usually end w a quiet hug and a lot of tears

the arguments are always out of concern and they both understand that. it's just hard to see the other's perspective and accept that sometimes

gifts

oh these bitches love gifts (both giving and receiving)!!!

as i mentioned above, ghoul loves making jewelry but also likes making little trinkets and metal figures. hes hardly ever keeps anything xe makes and instead will put it on the others or put up the figures as decorations in the diner

jet loves to write, but not poetry or stories. she likes creating rly beautiful calligraphy of random shit their crew has said. it's a lot of fun to see whatever new curse ghoul has invented written in fancy script

jet also believes strongly in beads and has made each of the fab four a strand

ghoul is the type of gift giver that will basically straight up ask you hey do u want this? so there's no surprise w his gifts (though they are still just as wonderful)

jet however will keep a secret to her grave in order to surprise their crew mates with a gift

firefights

despite their differences, their unique strategies rly do work well together in fights

ghoul tends to go to the edges of the fight and take out dracs before they're anywhere near the crew

jet stays closer to the center, keeping mindful of cover and taking out any dracs that ghoul missed in xir reckless attacks

but they can both take down a patrol very effectively, even without the venom siblings with them (which is why ghoul and jet tends to get paired off for supply runs so often)

[daddynegandesires]

My little runaway pt. 2

@buttercandy16

(Quick summary: after leaving the sanctuary you started a new life at Alexandria trying to hide away from negan he stumbles upon you while taking half of ricks shit and takes you back to the sanctuary with him.)

Warning: angst, fighting, jealousy, mind control/brainwashing, fluff

*sanctuary*

So many things have changed here since ive been gone so many more rules negan was more strict than ever and now Simon and arat were his right hand men i had no more existence towards those positions nor did i want anything to do with his killing posse his mind was sick and twisted he wasn't the negan i use to know. I was gone for months before negan had claimed rick after some people at Alexandria had killed down some of negns men. I knew me being gone had caused way more problems than there needed to be and i know i was in deep shit....

We arrived at the sanctuary coming to a hault hearing the breaks squeak as Dwight put the truck in park and turned it off. Negan flung his door open dragging me out causing me to fall on the dirt covered ground.. my hands were tied so i had no way to brace myself.

"Cmon darlin, you're back on your own turf now" negan bent down to my eye level

"But dont think for a second you are getting special treatment.....not after what you did"

his sacastic laugh filled my ears making me shut my eyes tightly. He yanked me up by my arm dragging me to the double metal doors of the sanctuary. He kicked the doors open holding me close to make sure i didnt break free. I was pulled down one of the many hallways untill he came to a stop at a door he opened it with his free hand still having a tight grip on my arm. The room had a bed and a small kitchen in it i wasnt use to staying in these rooms because i was negans right hand woman, his bestfriend before i left so i was given alot of special treatment.

"Home sweet home" negan said throwing you face down on the bed untieing you

You could feel him leaning up against your ass while he freed your hands he then flipped you over on your back holding you down by your throat.

"I missed you....." A grin grew across his face

"...if you think im going to be another copy and paste of everyone else and drop to my knees when i see you....then you are so wrong" you struggled to get the words out breathlessly as his grip slowly tighted around your neck.

"Oh baby....i know..i like the frisky ones. You forget i know you better than you know yourself" he released his grip from you before giving you one last good squeeze causing you to choke and raise up on the bed

"You know nothing about me..." You grabbed your neck rubbing at it

"Quite frankly i dont even know who you are anymore...youre sick..." You stood up getting in his face

Negans tongue slid across his bottom lip then causing his jaw to flex letting out a long groan

"Without me....they are nothing...they all love me" he paused and let out a sarcastic laugh "....just like you without me are nothing"

"You....you are nothing but a fucking monster....lucille never deserved a man like you.." You could feel tears swelling up in your eyes you couldnt believe what had just came out of your mouth after knowing what happend in the past between you two.

All of the color drained out of negan he was furious he grabbed a fistfull of your hair yanking you up to your feet and, dragging you down the hallway your screams were echoing off the walls you were trying to grab onto something to save yourself. He opened a metal door it was dark. There were no windows the room was completely empty. Negan threw you onto the cold floor you caught yourself with your hands before your face clashed with the cold cement floor. You looked up at him through the messy strands of your hair and couldnt see his face only a dark shadow casted upon him. You knew He had no expression just a blank expression almost terrifying youve never seen him like this out of all the years youve known him you didnt even know who he was anymore and its only getting worse.

"You....are going to regret all of this...." Negan slammed the door and locked it you could hear his footsteps trail off.

"AAGHH GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. YOU FUCKING COWARD!" all you could do was scream and yell and cry you were pounding on the door untill you finally gave out and got tired enough to pass out on the floor.

You were woken up by light shinning on your face someone had opened the door and was speaking to you your head was pouding and your ears were rining from all the screaming, yelling and crying you had done from the days prior.

"Get up. Im not gonna tell you again" Dwights voice hurt your ears

"D...dwight....you have to help me" you stumbled to your feet and walked towards him

"This...this isnt negan...hes going to get us all killed we have to go save Alexandria. Please! Believe me!" Your hands were gripped on his t-shirt yanking him towards you. All he could do was stare at you he had nothing to say just a blank expression. Footsteps came appraching up the hallway towards you two... it was negan

"Wellll....rise and shine babydoll!" Negan swung his bat up over his shoulder

All you could do was glare at him no words could come out

"Time to get to work dollface"

negan held the door open for you and you walked out watching him close the door he led you outside and put you on fence duty to kill walkers for half of the day the sun was blistering feeling beads of sweat run down your face you havent had a shower in days. Negan did nothing but stand around and make orders to everyone or he would spend time fucking his multiple forced wives. It was only a matter of time before he shoved you back into that hell of a room.

You could over hear negan on the walkie talkie he was speaking to rick. It was hard to make out what the both of them were saying but i could tell it wasnt good. Negan always started conflict or maybe it just found its way to him.

"Hey....hey is that rick" you walked over cutting negan over mid conversation

"Well you better find a damn way..." the beep of the walkie talkie went off after negan finished talking

"How does it feel to be on the other side?...working for points...getting yourself all dirty out here. You lost your chances" negan slid the walkie into his belt biting his lip

" let me speak to rick so he knows im okay...please" you begged

"Rick this rick that..ya know im starting to think you are developing a little crush" negan began to walk away

You ran to catch up with him standing infront of him to stop him.

"Why are you doing this to me...dont i mean something to you. You just kick me to the dirt...I THOUGHT WE WERE A TEAM" you screamed at him

"You. Ran. Away. You live here you follow my rules at all times no exceptions! I will not tolerate anything less from you!....things are different now..." negans face grew a frown

Negan pushed past you and walked off you followed right behind him to his room he surprisingly let you in and shut the door behind him.

"I...look....Can i atleast get a shower im filthy..." You said with your arms crossed

All he could do was point over to the bathroom you sighed and walked over to the door after locked yourself in the bathroom you began to take off your clothes and run the water waiting for it to warm up when you heard a knock on the door.

" one more thing.....no locked doors" negan said in a low demanding voice

You swallowed hard and walked over to the door unlocking it hearing the lock make a quick click. Negans footseps slowly faded out as he walked away. You slipped into the shower letting the hot water run down your body watching all of the dirt trickle down the drain. The hot water relaxed you letting out a deep breath you closed your eyes letting the steam fill up the bathroom. The door quietly opened you quickly sprung your eyes open your body went stiff.

"....i layed out some clean clothes for you....i know you could use some" negan said clearing his throat

"Oh...thank you" you replied shocked

"(Y/N)....you know i uh...i still care for you...things are just...different now but im still that guy you use to know. Look..i have to go out on a run just make yourself at home" negan closed the door gently and walked away

The room went silent you your eyes were swelling up with tears it felt like you couldnt get the right words out of your mouth. You knew deep down that warm hearted negan was still there the negan that you missed the negan that use to be your bestfriend. He was buried under all this power and built up rage from before the apocalypse and now. Maybe this was going to be a new begining...a fresh start at the sanctuary.

Just maybe.

[butterfliesinthenightsky]

hi sweetheart !! may i please req an ateez and bts personality ship ?? my description was SUPER long (I GOT CARRIED AWAY </3) so you can cut my request at the personality part when posting my ship! tysm in advance <3

I’m an ‘03 liner that’s 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark near the inside of my bottom lip!), my long legs (they’re 40.5 inches long and look so good in dresses and skirts <33), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with but i love cancers and virgos <33) ! i’m also an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy/quiet when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a goofy (heavy on the goofy im never not laughing) bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up. also, lots of people say i’m mature and carry myself well, but around my friends i’m one of the most goofiest people ever (probably bc my face will literally be 😐 one sec and then 🥰 the next second when someone makes me laugh <3)

tysm in advance!!! Have an amazing day/afternoon/evening!

@anpanseok DARLING! I hope you love your ship <3 I'm actually really proud of this one, you'll have to let me know what you think! <3

In ATEEZ, I ship you with one and only demon San!

(I thought you'd like that gif ;) )

Okay, when you were describing all of the things that you would want in the relationship, I thought of San due to how clingy and affectionate he is with the other members of ATEEZ. He is a Cancer, which is good because that is one of the star signs that are compatible with yours. I don't believe that the age difference of four years would be that much of an issue, especially since San acts younger than he is most of the time anyway. I feel like most men are intimidated when their female significant other is tall themselves, but he is tall himself and I feel like the fact that you are taller is kind of one of his favorite things about you? One of his other favorite things about you are your curves, he always puts his hand on your thighs during movie night at the boys' dorm or in the back pocket of your jeans when you two are walking into KQ Entertainment together. When you wear dresses when all of you go out to fancy dinners together, he has to hold himself back because he ADORES you when you wear dresses! You said you're am ambivert, I feel like he relates to that in some form of way, like I feel like there are certain situations where he feels a bit more introverted about. Sometimes Hongjoong has to scold him because he texts you so much, but he can't stay mad at you when you pop into the building with their favorite Starbucks drinks and hand-made lunch boxes for them. Just as you always support his creative endeavors, he always returns it for you tenfold and when you are talking about issues you care deeply about, he gives you his full attention and stares at you lovingly. Not just San, but all of the boys, come to you whenever they are dealing with stress and they just want someone to talk to because you are so amazing at giving advice and supporting them. There was a time when a sasaeng approached you, San, Wooyoung and Jongho when you were doing some late night grocery shopping when another ATINY stopped her, causing an argument and nasty words to be exchanged. Let's just say, you shut that sasaeng down REAL quick when you heard some of the things she said. One day you woke up and found a present that San made for you, a mixtape of all of your favorite songs from all your favorite genres of music, along with a little keychain that had tokens of all of the states you had visited. He wholeheartedly loves you and he makes every effort to support all of your dreams. When he has days off from work, the two of you make a blanket fort in your living room and watch old episodes of Forensic Files and Law & Order: SVU, whilst surrounded by fluffy blankets and a couple of his favorite plushies. His life an idol doesn't afford him much down time, unfortunately, but he always makes time for you and you always have the craziest adventures with not only each other, but all of the other boys as well. Squishy San will want all of the cuddles, have you SEEN how affectionate he is with the other members?! Also, him in all black outfits.... YES, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. One day he was visiting your apartment and he surprised you with matching beaded pearl bracelets and he never takes it off, not even for performances. The boys don't really think nothing of walking into the bathroom to brush their teeth whilst one of the others is showering, that just comes with their busy schedules and their dorm life. Let's just say this: Mingi wasn't able to look you in the eyes for two weeks because he did just that, not realize that you had snuck in and stayed the night, and were currently going to the bathroom whilst San was in the shower. Your camera roll is not only filled with silly pictures of San that you've captured, but of the most magazine worthy, model pictures you have ever been lucky enough to take. He accepts you for all of your flaws, and helps you to try to work on them, however that may be and you do the same for him.

In summary: You both are simps for each other and I AM HERE FOR IT.

In BTS, I ship you with Namjoon!

Another tall boy for you, I got you! You both are Virgos, but I looked it up worried that two Virgos would clash, and it said that they would be very intuitive with each other and would understand each other! The age gap is quite large, I don't know how okay you are with that? I know everyone has different preferences. He approached you first when he saw you at the mom & pop coffee shop/cafe around the corner from your apartment, and he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Another man who I don't think would be bothered by your curves (men can be shallow dicks), I think that is his favorite thing (same as San) about you. Not even in a sexual way, I feel like his hands would always end up on your butt without him even noticing. Most of the time, one of the other boys will point it out when all of you are hanging out together, and he will be proud that he has a significant other like you, but he almost might become a shy mess about it I feel like. I feel like he can get jealous, just because you are closest to Jungkook in the group and you often pull pranks on the other members together. There is never a shortage of laughs when all of you are together, pure crackhead energy if I've ever seen it, just non stop jokes and banter between all of you. You were able to get time off from work and were actually able to join them (their managers were surprisingly chill about you tagging along? CONFUSION?) on their tour around Europe and you had so many memories. You actually brought along a Polaroid camera that you found in a little store one day when the two of you were shopping, and you ended up having to buy an extra suitcase on the trip because you took LITERAL hundreds of pictures of all of your adventures and the tour shenanigans. He has childish tendencies, I feel like he would love to play Roblox with you? I feel like he would take a very mathematical approach to building things, that's just the vibe I get from him. He often stares at you when you're doing your makeup in the morning, he finds it fascinating and he even asked you to do his makeup for some of his shows. His makeup artists weren't angry, luckily, all of their staffs absolutely adore you two together. He is all up for adventures, I feel like he would chicken out at the idea of skydiving, though lol. You keep stealing his sweaters, which he low-key highkey is SO happy about because he loves the way that you look in them. The size difference is only three or four inches (I've seen people say he's 6 feet, but then others say he's 6 foot 2, WHICH IS IT?!), so it's pretty easy to sneak kisses from him whenever you want them when you're together. If he sees you struggling to stay awake whilst studying, he'll softly close your book and drag you over to your bed for a couple hours so you can take a quick nap to regain the energy. I don't really know his temperament that well, he has to be rather even-tempered to deal with those hooligans he calls the rest of BTS, so I feel like you wouldn't have that many fights. You both are always striving to help each other to be the best versions of each other you can be. You joined the boys on vacation at a lake house and one night you were having dinner and he blushed after you said something cheeky to him, causing you to say to him, "You look like a cute tomato when you blush, my cutie pie." in front of the other members. Needless to say, he turned even more red and the boys teased him mercilessly for the rest of the night. Don't know how the cooking would go (this boy is a DISASTER in the kitchen), but you would have fun learning new dishes. He would brag about getting a dish right, and you quickly praise him but also say, " and that's why you a big ass head.", causing him to die laughing. He is the very definition of a hard worker, and I feel like he would love being praised and doing the same for his significant other, so I'm glad that you said that you liked the words of affirmation love language, because GET READY. He's definitely been buffing up (I SCREAM WHENEVER I SEE PICTURES OF HIM NOWADAYS), so

his hugs would always be the best things, so warm and comforting. Don't know how you feel about children? We've all seen that VLive where this idiot literally bought baby shoes because he thought they were cute, so I think he would definitely want children down the road in your relationship if you were both comfortable with it. Best father and husband award goes to him.

In conclusion: SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMPPPPPPPPPPPP.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Title: Final Beat Down

Gif credit @jayhasltud

Requested on wattpad

Hope you all enjoy it

WARNING: ABUSE, ASSAULT, ATTEMPTED RAPE. THREATENING WITH A GUN. TRIGGER WARNING. CAUTION WHEN READING.

He did it again. This time it was one of the worst. Your eye was swollen shut, your ribs were broken. The wheezing told you that. A lung was punctured, probably. He couldn't control himself. You had to get out, just had too. So you went to the only place that you felt safe.

"Y/N, come in". Hank didnt even have to ask why you were there, he just let you in.

"Take off those wet clothes, I'll get you some dry ones". Hank hurried along to his room. You stood in the hall, shivering as you took the wet clothes off. Your body ached with every movement that you made. Biting your lip to stop you from sobbing.

Hank returned with a towel and some clothes. He held up the towel as you got dressed.

"I'll put on some coffee". He sighed as he saw the bruises on your arms and legs. You followed him to the kitchen.

"What was it this time"?

"The same". You whispered as you sat down at the table.

"You need to leave him. You dont deserve what this son of a bitch is doing to you". Hank slammed the kettle down on the stove. He heard you whimper. "Sorry".

"I know. I just can't. I dont know how".

"I'll talk with some people and get you into a womans shelter".

"He'll find me. Then he'll  do worse. I may not survive it then".

Hank shook his head as he grabbed two coffee cups and sat them on the table, he pour the coffee into cup. You wrapped your hands around the mug and took in the heat.

"You need to see a doctor".

"No I'm good".

"It wasn't a question. You need to get checked out. I'll call Will". Hank went to the house phone and got on it. You didnt want to drag anyone else into the mix but you were in serious pain. So much pain that you were struggling not to pass out.

Will arrived in a matter of minutes along with Jay. Hank let Will use his bedroom to check you over. It was a painful process. Every touch sent shock waves of pain through your body. Will bandaged you up and gave you some pain meds to help you sleep. Before he even left you were out.

"How is she"? Hank met Will at the bottom of the stairs.

"Well. A few broken ribs, a punctured lung. Busted lip, a fractured eye socket, luckily he didnt damage her eye. She has bruises up and down her legs and arms. Hand prints around her wrist and throat. Mark's on her back that look like it came from a belt. Right now she's lucky it wasn't worse than this. She needs to get out".

"I've told her that many of times".

"This happened more than once"? Will asked shocked.

"Third time this week".

"Hank, get her out or you'll be trying to solve her murder".

"I know who did it but she wouldn't press charges on him. I've tried to get her to".

"Then you have a girl that doesnt want help". Will frowned as he walked past Hank and out the door.

"If you need anything just call". Jay told Hank.

"Yeah. Thanks". Hank shut the door and blew out a breath he was holding. He went to the couch and sat there thinking.. Soon he drifted off to sleep.

The morning came, Hank was up and ready for work. He didnt want to disturb you so he let you sleep in but when he went up to check on you before he went off to work you weren't there. You hand went out the window, he didnt know why. Figure you were scared to face him or to ashamed but he knew where you were and that you'd be seeing him again.

During Hanks shift he tried not to think about you or your situation but you were on his mind. He called you three, four times. You never answered so after work he was going to stop by your place unannounced. Maybe that boyfriend of yours would be there, but he wouldn't do anything in front of Hank. He was to big of a coward to hurt you with Hank around.

"Hey Jay, I'm going to head out early. I have to stop somewhere". Hank told Jay while he put on his jacket. It was still raining out.

"Okay. You need back-up"? Jay already knew where he was headed. Hank might be a mystery to all but when he really cares about someone his guard is down.

"Nah, I think I'll be fine. Just stay by a phone just in case". Hank chuckled as he walked out the back, heading to his car. He left at the right moment.

"You stupid fucking bitch". Your boyfriend threw you into the wall with such force your shoulder dislocated.

"I'm sorry". You whimpered as you moved your arm, cowering in the corner of the kitchen.

"Then you shouldn't make me mad. I do so much for you and you give no thanks. That's what makes me mad". He jerked you up by your shoulders which hurt like a bitch.

"You're going to give me what I want or else". He threatened with a growl.

"You lay another damn finger on her, your brains will splatter this kitchen. Now put her down easy and step away". Hank had his gun pointed at the back of your abusive boyfriends head. Your boyfriend was nervous, the sweat beads rolling down his forehead. He let you down easy and stepped away from you.

Hank bent down to help you up, you hissed as your arm moved. "You okay"?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just go".

"You're coming with me. Even if you dont press charges. You're leaving".

"She isnt going anywhere. That bitch owes me".

"You open you fucking mouth one more time, I'll put a bullet in it". Hank gripped the trigger on his gun. Just waiting for him to be stupid.

"I'll go with you Hank".

Hank smiled and wrapped his arm around you, leading you out. Then something stupid happened.

"She ain't going to open her legs for you either old man. You can save her all you want". Your ex boyfriend laughed, sticking up his middle finger.

Hank didnt think he quickly turned around and broke his middle finger. Of course he screamed out like a drama queen.

"I told you what would happen if you opened your mouth again, now didnt I"? Hank took the butt of the gun and smashed into your ex's mouth. He screamed in agony. Spitting out a few teeth.

"Thats for opening your mouth". Hank put his gun in his holster. Balled up his fist and punched him square in the nose. Then just released hell on him. Kicking and punching.  Stomping on his ribs and his broken finger. You were actually enjoying the sight. You didn't know it would have been this great of a feeling to see someone else have complete control over him, like he did once on you.

"Hank". You quietly spoke getting his attention also you didnt want him to kill him.

"One second". Hank told you. He reached behind him getting his cuffs. "Your under arrest for assault on a police officer". Hank jerk him over to his stomach and put the handcuffs on tightly.

"I didn't do shit". Your ex cried out.

Hank pulled him up by his ear, your ex was covered in blood. Hanks hands were covered.

"Call the station and ask for Jay". Hank asked of you. You nodded and went to your phone. Seeing that Hank called and texted you moments before he arrived. You called the station and Jay didn't ask any questions. He was on his way.

"You okay"? You came over to Hank as Jay loaded up your ex, hitting his head on the door as he was thrown in the back seat.

"Yeah. Let's got to my place and get cleaned up. Your house is a crime scene right now". Hank chuckled as he laid his on your back.

"Thank you for saving me, Hank. I know now I should have left long ago. I was just scared". You tell him as he cleaned your wounds with peroxide.

"Y/N, I know you were scared but you have me. I wouldn't hurt you.  I would have done my best to protect you. You deserve much better than him".

"Someone like you".

"Yeah, someone like me".

"It wasnt a question, Hank. You. You have been there for me when I needed help and when I couldn't think straight. I trust you more than anyone. You take better care of me than I do".

"You deserve to be cared for. Y/N, you're an amazing woman and you dont give yourself credit for that".

You smiled wide as you leaned into Hank. The smell of him made you go mad. "I like you Mr. Voight". You licked your lips as you looked down at his.

"I like you too". Hank let out a slow breath and then attached his lips to yours. Tge kiss was deep and soft. From the looks and personality of Hank you thought he'd be rough but no. He was so gently. Looks can be deceiving.

"Will you, you know"? You blushed as he looked into your eyes, waiting for you to say the words.

"Will I"?

"Will you be my first and show me what love really is"? You whispered softly.

"I will never hurt you". Hank picked you up carefully, you wrapped your arms around his waist as he carried you to his room.

Hank laid you gently on the bed, laying beside you, kissing your lips. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and sure that this is what you wanted. He never wanted to make you feel unsafe with him.

As the night progressed, Hank showed you what it was like to be loved by someone that actually cared about you. Not just using you.  To love and cherish you. To make you feel wanted and the desire that Hank has for you. Something that you've never felt until you are with Hank.

[totallypathet]

Episode Seven

I am being very inconsistent with my breakdowns this season. Both with Drag Race and in general 😂

Anyway, the reading challenge! We love the reading challenge. Nearly everyone had at least 1 good roast, except for Miss Elliott. I dont know what she was trying to do, but none of it worked. On the plus side though, Gottmik was hilarious? I just wasn't expecting that from her, but I love it. Honestly though I think my favourite was Olivia Lux's "Kandy Ho...wait, I mean Kandy is a hoe" that was so funny! Rosé and Denali were also really funny, but I kind of loved everyone else's reads for Rosé, I feel like she brought out the best in people 😂

I wasn't super excited for Bossy Rossy to come back. I just think improv is *so* hard, and it's really easy to be tripped up. Having said that, I actually really enjoyed this episode. I felt like all the scenarios were just so ridiculous that actually it worked in everyone's favour.

1. Denali

Denali was so funny this week! I was not expecting physical comedy from her and Rosé, but they absolutely killed it. The outfits and the voices were properly giving me Jerry Springer, and omg PREGNANTE just killed me! They were actually genuinely funny!

And her look this week...I actually gasped when she turned the corner. It was such a beautiful look, and I really felt that like grand chandelier thing she was going for. I loved it, and I think Denali should have been top 3 this week instead of Kandy. The judges are sleeping on Denali and I don't get it. I think she's great!

2. Elliott with Two Ts

I barely even want to talk about Elliott this week. Nothing she did was funny. Nothing she did this week was enjoyable. She was bad in the sketch. The runway look was ugly and tacky. I'm bored. She wasn't even that good in the lipsync, I do not understand why she's still there.

I mean, I feel for her with her struggle with depression, that's really hard, and I know that it does isolate you from people, and I understand why she's been very detached from the rest of the cast. I feel for her, and I really hope she has a good support system around her; but her performance this week (and every other week) was still bad.

3. Gottmik

Gottmik was actually so funny this week. She really was that like soft spoken, condescending, hand gestures, "active listening" faux-psychologist; I loved it. I really bought the character, I thought she was funny, she worked really well with Olivia, and also that look? The pink suit? Amazing. Also she had so many little throwaway mime one liners that were so clever! She was kind of unfortunate in that Olivia was really the standout performer in that group, and that other groups also performed really well, because I think she was a real contender for top 3 this week.

I looooved Gottmik's runway. The big anal bead hair piece? Amazing. And the dress being all that one colour, but with the texture of the beads and the latex? Perfect. And the way she painted her face! I just loved it, it was beads in a really unconventional way, and I love that about Gottmik, she always brings her perspective. The only thing, and it is such a teeny tiny thing, is that I wish the shoes had had more of a "round" feeling? Like everything else felt like latex balls and then the shoes were just like red pumps. I wish they'd been more like those McQueen heels Gaga wore, that were really rounded? It's such a small thing though, like the look was perfect, I'm just being super picky!

4. Kandy Muse

I dont really understand why Kandy was top 3 this week. I do like that she tried something different, and I like that she was aiming for this very cold, Paris Hilton type thing, but I just don't think she went far enough with it. The sketch as a whole was funny, but for me the humour came from Symone.

The look this week though. Kandy Muse has never looked better. She looked amazing! That big hat, with the big fur stole, and the beads just dripping off everything, it was so perfect. I just loved it.

5. Lala Ri

I actually don't think Lala was that bad this week! Was she utterly hilarious in her performance? No, but improv is hard, and she gave it her absolute best. I actually thought she was pretty funny, I loved the pregnancy belly being totally the wrong skin colour, I thought the trust fall thing was a really funny idea, I dont think she did too badly! Also, there was a moment right before the trust fall where she was counting Rosé in, and she just went "one, FALL", and that was so much funnier than they gave it credit for. For me, it was a safe performance.

I also really liked her look! It immediately gave me beads, I loved the kind of carnivale presentation she gave, I enjoyed it! Okay, the body suit had a rip in it, but sometimes shit happens when you're putting on a garment okay? I forgive the rip. I do get that, okay, it's a body suit with basically a beaded bikini, I see that. But honestly, I just don't think anything Lala did this week was THAT bad. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. I just felt safe to me.

Lala didn't deserve to go this week. She was better than Elliott in the challenge, her runway look was better than Eliott's, and she beat Elliott in the lipsync. I do not understand the judging on this show. Bottom 2 should have been Utica and Elliott, and Elliott should have gone.

6. Olivia Lux

Olivia made me so happy this week. I mean, she makes me happy every week, I am fully an Olivia Stan, but oh my god. She killed it this week! She said like 3 words the whole time, but I could barely take my eyes off her! When they were talking through parts in the work room, I was ao worried about her, and I was so concerned that she'd fade into the background because she couldn't talk, but holy shit she was so funny! She had the energy, she went so over the top with her actions, I was not at all expecting that slapstick type funny from her but she delivered. Olivia's performance was absolutely my favourite this week, I was just so blown away by her.

Also, that runway look was amazing! I loved her interpretation of beads, it was so cute, and so fun, and she really embodied that kind of pre-teen joy and care-free spirit. I just loved it. It seems like she's worked a lot with Mondo Guerra on her runway looks this season, which I live, because I adore Mondo, and every week I can't wait to see what she's wearing!

7. Rosé

I was really impressed with Rosé! Her and Denali were so funny together, and Rosé in particular was really funny with "Jared", like she never forgot that there was meant to be an invisible boyfriend next to her; she was holding his hand, she looked at him like he was really there, it was amazing. I was genuinely really impressed with Rosé this week.

Where I felt like she fell down a little bit was with her runway. Was it cute? Absolutely. Was it amazing? No. It just didn't give me anything, I didn't get a story, or a character, or a feeling, it was just "oh, that looks good". Which is fine, but it doesn't win challenges, you know?

8. Symone

Deboooorah! I loved Symone this week. I actually loved that their sketch wasn't massive high energy and screaming and yelling, because that wasn't the characters they were given. They did such an amazing job of being the child stars crying on Oprah's sofa type characters, and I actually loved it. Also, the candle thing was hysterical, Symone holding a candle that says "desperation" and crying was just so funny to me. She absolutely sold me the character, I was really getting a Real Housewives moment where they're like "I'm starting my own business where I'm going to make my own candles!" And then they get really emotional about it. I loved it so much, she was hilarious this week.

And Symone's look! My flatmate and I were literally applauding in our front room. It was perfect. It was beautifully made, all the proportions were perfect, the colour palette was gorgeous, the attention to detail was everything, I loved it so much. AND SHE HAD HER NAME IN HER HAIR! The beads in her hair spelled out SYMONE. Everything about it was perfect.

I really couldn't pick this week whether Symone or Olivia was going to win, and honestly I didn't mind either way. They were both just so incredible.

9. Tina Burner

You guys. I am bored of Tina Burner. I can't believe I'm saying it either. But she walked in being really like campy and fun, and then just sort of flatlined. I didn't think she was that funny this week. Even next to Elliott, the least funny queen in the whole line up, she didn't seem like the funny one. I am disappointed. The only bit of their sketch that was funny was them fighting with the huge ass and tits. That was just so ridiculous that it was funny.

I'll tell you what else, I've already forgotten what she wore on the runway. I watched this episode less than 24 hours ago, and yet I've got to go back and watch it again so I remember Tina. And then I remembered why it didn't stick in my mind. I don't know what she was thinking but...she's lucky the judges liked her challenge performance. Also, it looked like a worse version of Crystal Methyd's entrance look with some beads stuck on. Didn't get it, didnt like it, still waiting for Tina to wear something good on the runway.

The one thing I will say about Tina this week is that we really saw her be a human with Elliott, and I really loved that. That was the first time this season that I've really liked Tina. I appreciate that she gave Elliott that pep talk, and that she said that thing in her confessional about being a bit judgmental and feeling guilty about it, I really appreciated that, and I feel like we saw a real person. I want more of that!

10. Utica

Utica... I don't think she's long for this competition, I'm afraid. She literally started this week saying she's a scene stealer, and she does improv regularly, and she was really excited for this challenge...what happened? I was lost, during her whole performance. First of all, she was supposed to be Olivia's mum, hadn't seen her for 20 years, but she came out looking like a 19 year old? I think she was aiming for that like "mutton dressed as lamb" type look, those mom's who are like "me and my daughter always get confused for sisters!" thing, but she didn't go far enough with it. It just didn't work. And then the Starbucks thing? Didn't get that either. The one thing I will give her is I loved that she shushed Olivia when Olivia was like copying the hand gestures in a really mocking way, I thought that was so funny. But other than that... Utica should have been lipsyncing this week, honestly. She wasn't funny. Where were the jokes??

The only things that saved her this week was the look. It was stunning. I dont really know what else to say about it, because it was just gorgeous. It was beautiful, but a bit twisted and freaky, and tragic all in one. Stunning.

The other thing I want to say about this week is that moment when they were doing makeup, and Kandy was being Maury, and Lala was running around the workroom having just been told Tina was not the father of her children, followed by Mik the camera operator and Elliott the sound tech? Hilarious. That was the funniest bit of the whole episode, I was creasing 👌👌

For me, the top 2 of the season are Olivia and Symone. I've thought that since the very first episode, and honestly, the others are great (mostly), but to me they just aren't on the same level as Olivia and Symone. They're just both amazing, they're so funny, and so talented, and incredible performers, and absolute Stars on the runway.

[dyke-remy]

Live And Let Die, part 4

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Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to know anything about James Bond to be able to read this fic, trust me

Note: If anyone tags this as r/mr/m I will hunt them for sport

Words: 4853

6 years ago

Remus looked out of the car window. He felt like he wasn't supposed to be here. This was the wrong place. The wrong time. Maybe he should make the car turn around.

"You still here bro?"

A hand landed on Remus' shoulder making him jump in his seat. He looked over to the driver. To Roman.

His brother sent him a smile before looking back at the road "Seriously you good? You looked like you were going to mars"

"Just kinda zoning out" Remus replied.

"You took your meds right? I don't want you nearly getting us killed because you were too busy daydreaming about Beetlejuice again"

"He's the man of my dreams Ro-bro!!!.....and yes I have taken them"

"Re-Re I gotta get you a date once we get back. I can Not let Beetlejuice be your standard of men!"  Roman playfully poked his elbow into his ribs "Hey that new Q assistant has been staring at us even since they read our files. I'm sure all it'll take is asking them out and they'll fall head over heels for you"

"They would probably only be interested 'cause of dad" Remus muttered out while crossing his arms "It's always like that. Either that or 'cause of mom"

"At least It's definitely not because of your horribly ugly monster you call a mustache" Roman got a bonk on the head for that.

"Whatever. You go and get yet anotha fling once we get home why dont you. One day you're either gonna get cannibalised or get syphilis. Or both!!!"

Roman let out a gasp "I am far too clean and princely to get syphilis you dirty heathen!!!" He smacked his brother with one arm while driving with the other.

Remus smacked him back "No-oh. Syphilis and gonorre and some weird blue stuff!!"

The smacking got more intense and the prince's gasps and shrieks of defence even louder and nasalier with every sex joke. Until he finally stood on the brakes. The car stopped so suddenly Remus had to hold himself back from flying out the windshield.

"We're here" He simply stated.

Remus let out an overly extra breathe of relief "Finally! Thought my skin was gonna rot off my bones before we got here!"

Roman leaned back and took out his usual weapons from the box sitting in the backseat while continuing to talk.

"Remember: this is a serious mission! Not just some ol' dragon we gotta arrest. Army of fire breathing dragon witches levels of serious. No unnecessary fighting and absolutely no inspecting dead bodies!!"

"You know I can't promise that" Remus replied while stuffing the biggest handgun he'd been able to get his hands (heh) on into the holster stuck onto the side of his waist.

"I know far too frick fracking well"

"PLEase just say fuck!"

"No. Fuck you!!"

They got out of the car. Their feet sank down into the sand the moment they stepped off the gravel road. For dozens of miles around them there was nothing but them, sand and a few even sandier hills.

And of course the statue. That goshdarn statue.

Enfuel, a company with ties to both energy and oil distrubution, had recently bought this random piece of land in the middle of the desert. A statue was placed in the middle of it a year or so later. It looked similar to one of the old egyptic statues and when they looked up information about it all sites said it had been around for hundreds of years. Of course MI6 had satellite pictures to show otherwise.

MI6 had been keeping check on Enfuel for a while. An anonymous worker had been selling them information for months. Even without the leaked information the vast buying of land and spikes of Enfuel employees dying in 'accidents' was enough to rise suspicion.

The agents made their way towards the statue. Guns ready in their hands. No one was around. It was a large one. Over 20 feet wide and at least 15 feet high.

Roman hunched down in the shade from the statue and took out a mechanical gadget he'd gotten from Q. It was a scanner. He placed it on the ground and activated it.

"And now we wait"

"Time to rant and or infodump?" Remus asked.

"Yes but not from you. You got to infodump the last time. It is my time to rant to kill time on a mission!"

He rolled his eyes "Yeah sure go ahead"

His brother instantly went on a long rant about the local theater production he'd landed a role in. It was the first time he'd ever acted. Aside from exercising and his special interest (disney) the theater was the first time he'd ever had a real hobby. His (now ex) boyfriend had been the one to take him to audition after introducing him to (and accidentally making him instantly hyperfixate on) musicals.

"And I just can't wait to-"

He stopped midsentence when the machine made a sound. He was still happy stimming as he checked it.

"Holy zeus" He gasped out.

He showed it to Remus. The scanner had created a blueprint of everything within a 10 feet radius. It clearly showed that there was something built under the ground. There was also an entrance built into the statue.

Remus went over and clicked on a specific point on the statue like the blueprint showed. A keypad appeared. They sent a photo of it to Q. Within minutes he'd somehow been able to come up with the correct code.

He put in the code and a hidden door nearly obscured between two pillars opened up. The brother sent each other excited smiles before entering.

There was a short staircase that led down into a corridor. The walls looked like something they'd find in a mourge and the dim lights shone a cold blue. Roman buttoned up the shirt he had on that was supposed to look like the uniform many Enfuel employees wore.

"Sure doesn't look ancient" Remus muttered.

It was practically a maze of corridors and rooms. Everywhere that cold blue light was the same. None of the rooms they passed seemed to have any important information in them. Having a secret facility wasn't enough for an investigation! It was just aesthetic as fuck!

They aimleesly stumbled around for at least half an hour as they got to the parts the blueprints hadn't showed. They probably walked in circles a few times too. Roman was about to suggest they call up Q when he saw guards, armed guards, out of the corner of his eyes.

He threw out his arm to stop Remus and dragged him back to hide behind a wall. He peeked out and saw how the 2 guards were staying outside a door.

"Bingo" He whispered. He turned to his twin "Wherever there are guards are the important things"

"The juicy secrets!" Remus agreed.

The brothers got out from their hidingspot at the same time. They tried to look casual while walking up to the guards. Right when one of the guards moved to stop them, to ask who they were, Roman took out his gun and shot them in the knee.

Remus elbowed the other guard right between his ribs before pulling his arm around the guard's neck. It didn't take long before he let the guard collapse onto the ground after choking him to unconsciousness.

The other guard feeble sat on the ground with their hands pressed to the wound on their knee. Roman held his gun to their head "Give us the key to the room"

They didn't even hesitate to throw the key over to Remus. They looked up at Roman with pleading eyes. With one swift kick they too laid on the ground knocked out.

The brothers pushed the guards to a good hiding spot in silence. The door opened reveleaing a quite small room but it was filled with computers, databases and of course at least 10 people working on those computers.

All it took was Roman holding up his gun to one of them to make the others freeze in fear. It was very clear that they were just doing their job so Remus tried to go as nice on them as possible when he knocked them out.

"Remind me to request instant sleeping pills from Q" He said after the last one laid still on the ground.

"Noted" Roman replied while barricading the door so no one could get in.

Remus glared at the computer with the biggest screen. He tried to read what was on it but only got a headache and some scattered words. Roman gently pushed him aside.

"It's probably better if I try to find what these guys are up to and you stand guard. Please try to not let me get shot"

"I'll do my worst! Maybe I'll even shoot you myself!" Remus joked.

He looked through the room while hearing Roman mumbling to Q about decoding and taking down firewalls. It didn't take long to realize there was actually a second door in the room. He wasn't sure where it lead but decided to barricade it as well.

"You're still free on Saturday right?" Roman suddenly asked while waiting for Q to hack into the database for him.

Remus rolled his eyes "Nah dude I suddenly got loads of friends and we're all gonna go raid a cemetery and create a zombie army. Supa busy that day sorry"

"Ha Ha" He let out druly "Well the new mission impossible movie is coming out so I kinda thought we could go see it. Y'know cinema caturday like we used to do"

"Oh yeah using our free time away from our spy work to watch a spy movie. Real smart decision Ro-bro"

"It can some other movie! I just wanted to do something" Roman slumped back against the desk so he was leaning on it "I know I've been kinda busy like whenever we're not on missions with the whole theater work-"

"Kinda?!" Remus let out a scratchy laugh "Bro you've been going to that theater like you'll turn to dust if you're not there all the time"

Roman plucked at the green bead bracelet on his wrist "Well it's exciting! I never really thought I could wokr with anything that didn't involve fighting or smugling. It's...nice..getting to do something else. I can't wait until it's time for the premiere and I'll actually get to hear the audience"

"Let's just hope no villain decides to try and take over the world during your perfomance nights" Remus joked. Roman's expression went from excitement to worry "Ro-bro I was kidding. I'm sure if anything happens I can just go with 0012 or something- or I mean like I'll come see you of course I just- It'll be chill!"

There came a silence. There always came a silence after talking about the theater thing. Spending an entire childhood learning about jewel smuggling, self defense and the innerworks of crime made any kind of work that didn't involve any of those shocking enough to warrant silence. Especially after it was Roman's idea to start working at the MI6 as soon as they moved away from their mom and the floating palace at 18.

He'd wanted to be a hero. Remus had just wanted to stay close with his brother.

"But yeah I guess I'm free on Saturday if you wanna go see that movie or whatever" Remus muttered while glancing over to his brother "More surprised that you're not busy honestly"

"Oh I was! Some friends from the theater heard I would get back from 'work' soon and wanted to hang out and I still got that guy who wants to go on a date with me as soon as possible and some guys from the Q branch asked me to test some gadgets for them. But I made sure to clear time in case you said yes" Roman replied with a smile.

"That's....That's....Ro-bro you're a sappy dork you know that right?"

"Of course! That's part of my everlasting and undying charm!"

The conversation was forcibly stopped as Q announced that the code was cracked. Roman flapped his hands in excitement to see the movie, Remus flapped back. They both turned back to what they were doing.

The duke to his surprise noticed a small crack in the wall right next to the door. He couldn't stop his curiosity from taking the better of him and looking through.

On the other side was a big room. There was a long dinner table in the middle with excessive amounts of expensive food on it. There were crystal candelabras hanging from the ceiling. The walls were white just like the floor but there were old paintings decorating the walls.

Most importantly there were 4 people in it. 3 men who looked to be at least 40. All of them were wearing suits but one of them was sitting in a chair by the luxurious table in a glistening dark purple suit. The other two were standing by the table with briefcases gripped in their shaking hands. Remus could see the sweat from nervousness dripping down their neck all the way from where he stood.

Last and least was the fourth person. A young boy, he was at the most 9 years old, sat on another chair by the table. He was holding the hand of the older man. His eyes were hidden by his hair and he had a large hoodie on.

"-So even though there has been someone selling important information about my company you two are 100% certaint that neither of you have destroyed my trust?" The man clad in purple asked.

The two men quickly shook their head. The purple clad man, who happened to be the leader of the Enfuel company, shone up into a wide grin. It was too wide. Too eerie. Not happy. Just sinister.

"How wonderful! I knew I could trust you both!" The leader took out a gun and shot one of the men in the leg.

He fell down on the ground and writhed in pain. The young boy let out a scream and flinched away. The other man bolted for the closest door which instantly made Remus take out a knife and get ready to defend Roman. But before he could get anywhere the leader had pressed a button on his chair which made all doors lock.

"I heard that the MI6 were on to us because of you fools running your mouths" The leader said while standing up. Remus nearly chuckled at how right he was.

The shot man simply cried while the other got down on his knees and begged "Please please I'll do anything. I have a family. I have 2 kids. I can- please don't kill me"

"How funny, I have a kid too" The leader held out his hand "Son come here"

The young boy quickly ran over and took his dad's hand. He was already crying. When the gun was reloaded he turned his head to look away. It resulted in the leader grabbing onto his son's head and dragging in it so he was forced to look at the helpless men, soon to be corpses. Remus could hear the boy whimper from pain.

"Do I-I h-have to see ev-every time?" He cried out.

"Until you learn to stop crying over some insect's death, Yes. These people are traitors. They're beneath us because they have hurt us. You have to see what we do to people who hurt us"

A bullet went off. One of the men collapsed dead on the floor. The other desperately crawled away until he hit the wall. The young boy's crying turned into sobs.

"You should be used to it by now" His dad said in a calm tone.

The leader forced the gun into his son's shaking hands. He held onto his hands so he couldn't let go. He moved his hands for him, reloaded the gun for him, held the gun to the living man's forehead for him. The young boy's entire body was shaking from fear. He closed his eyes. Pretended like the cold metal wasn't in his hands. Pretended like he wasn't one move of his finger away from taking a life.

"Open your eyes son" The leader commanded "You have to see. See the fear in his eyes. That is the look of a dead man. We could ask anything of him"

"I-I want him t-to live. P-Please dad w-we can send-d him to the b-bad room instead"

"The bad rooms are for those who are of use to us. This man has nothing for us"

A hand landed on Remus' shoulder. He turned around and pointed the knife at the person's neck. Thankfully it was just Roman.

"The files are all here" Ro informed while holding up an USB drive. He had on a strained expression "It's sick. Q told you they made it so Enfuel was the only company avaible for like an entire part of Latvia right?"

"I wasn't listening but probably yeah"

"They're planning to make all electricy and fuel unaviable for those cities for months. And they're going to make it look like an accident so they won't even have to take accountability. They're planning to try and completely cut them off from the rest of the world"

"People are gonna die" Remus concluded.

"Bet"

"Why the fuck would someone even do that?"

Roman shrugged "Said nothing about that. At least we can stop it if we know it will happen. All we have to do is get out of here and get it to M"

Remus was about to nod but then he heard muffled sounds from the other room. He closed his hands into fists. There was a cold lump stuck in his throat.

"There's a kid here. Like 8? 9 maybe? Being made to hold a gun" He whispered.

"Mom teached us how to use pistols at 12" Roman replied with a shrug.

"She made us shoot at targets" Their mom is a very powerful lady so they had to know how to defend themself since so many people wanted to hurt them to get to their mom "This is-"

A gunshot went off. Gutwrenching screaming followed. It sounded like it came from the boy. Soon sobbing took over.

"Don't cry like that. You weren't even the one pulling the trigger" His dad snarled out.

The brothers at looked each other. They both knew that the mission was hundreds of times more important than one kid but....with that one look they both knew they had to do something.

"Okay new mission" Remus said "Protect the kid"

They searched the room and found an entrance to the vents in the roof. They climbed in and crawled as quietly as possible until they could see down into the other room. The leader had gone back to sitting by the table, he was drinking some wine. The son was still sitting by one of the corpses. His sobs was racking his whole body as he held onto the dead body. Quiet beggings to wake up could be heard.

The brothers took out their guns in anticipation. Remus slammed his foot down into the vent panel and jumped down onto the ground. He jumped back up on his feet and held the gun to the leader's head.

Roman was just as quick with getting down. He went over to the kid and hunched down in front of him, half to comfort him and half to be a human shield.

"It's okay now kid. We won't hurt you. We'll get you out of here. I promise" He whispered to him while sending him a warm smile.

He was full on hyperventilating "No. No. Please. Get out. I don't- dad will- I don't want to have to see anyone else die- I don't want to hurt anyone- please- NoNoNoNo"

"Shhh. No one will be hurt. Just focus on my breathing okay. In and out. Deep breathes. You'll be safe soon" Roman assured. He kept one hand on the young boy's shoulder and the other hand on his gun.

Remus held the gun as still as possible against the leader's forehead. The older man didn't look away even for a second. His cold blue eyes stared at him until it felt like he was digging into him. The agent tried to glance around for a clear exit. At best he saw another entrance to the vents close to the wall on the side of the room.

"I've buried people like you before" The leader let out in a dry emotionless tone. "Even if you do get anyway it won't do much. All of the evidence will be gone except for a meek little plan I can easily manipulate away in court. You're really just delaying the inevitable"

"Not letting people die isn't doing nothing" Remus snarled back.

A smile crept up on his face "Letting people die does just a little"

He pressed down on a hidden panel on his chair. All Remus could see was that it was some sort of controller before hearing a muffled shout. He spun around in time to see Roman sitting with his arms around the kid. Blood was seeping out of his shoulder.

By the press of a button a panel on the wall had turned around and a mechanic gun had become visible, useable too via the panel. The gun head moved again, readjusting it's line of sight.

Logically Remus should have moved his gun back towards the leader's head. Logically he should have shot his brains out. Logically he shouldn't have made a single sound. Logically he shouldn't have shown any ounce of care or emotion (weakness), it'd been drilled into them during training after all.

But Remus wasn't thinking logically. His brother was hurt. His brother was in danger. He had to protect him.

A guttural sound of terror left his throat. It sounded like something close to his brother's name. He wasn't fast enough. There was nothing he could. He watched as the bullet went into Roman's chest.

Remus didn't reach him. There was a hit to the back of his head. The hit was hard enough to make it feel like his brain split apart. He was already unconscious as he fell down on the ground. He was just close enough so the blood from his brother reached him.

--

The moment Remus awakened again his heart immediately began to beat fast enough so he could hear it. He wanted to yell out for his brother before he'd even had time to open his eyes.

The fear calmed won just a bit when he did look up and saw Roman, thank god he saw Roman, laying next to him. He didn't calm down completely because his brother was visibly hurt. Hurt badly.

There were swelling on his cheeks from soon to be bruises and his right eye had closed completely from a black eye. Blood had dried around the wound on his shoulder and the one on his chest was still bleeding. Thankfully it hadn't hit his heart but it was still heavily bleeding. The kid's hoodie had been pressed against the wound. His left leg from the knee down had been mangled and turned the wrong way.

Remus had rope tied around his wrists and ankles. They hadn't even bothered to tie Roman's ankles. Even with all the injuries his twin tried to send him a weak smile.

"don't speak too loudly" He whispered out. His breathing was uneven and raspy.

Normally Remus would have screeched in defiance. Now he glanced around the room while making his every move as quiet as possible.

The leader and his son were still in the room. The leader was polishing a knife. There were multiple knives and other gratuitous tools laid out across the table. Oh god he'd only kept them alive to make them suffer until death as much as possible.

When he turned back to Roman there were tears in his brother's eyes. His smile was strained.

"I was going to resign"

Roman let out a sob as his smile disappeared. It only left an expression filled with pain.

"I-I never really wanted t-this! I just- I didn't know what else I would be. Re I was planning to make this my last mission. I don't know if I want to be an actor. But fuck at least I-I want to be an actor ten times more than I want to be an agent"

Remus tried to move closer. He wanted to reach out and hold his brother. Comfort him. Tell him half the things he said didn't make sense.

"You- What-" He let out a nervous chuckle "Ro-bro what are you talking about?"

At first there was no reply. Just a choked back sob. Roman moved closer and stared at the ropes around Remus' wrists. Anything was better than looking at his face. He moved his hands to try and untangle the ropes.

"You have to hug mom for me. And tell her I love her. And hug Lucy a-and Macey and Amita-" Roman closed his eyes, tried to force back another wave of tears "-And Everyone on the island. All of them. And the people at the theater. A-And everyone in Q branch a-and Oh god Q. Please hug Q- Logan. Hug Logan for me. Please. And Patton and M even though he will hate it. Please. I wish I'd known. I just want to be able to say goodbye at least. I just-"

"Shut up you dork. We're getting out of here. I'll just carry you. What's some old weak boned guy and some kid gonna do against us"

Roman glanced up at him, just for a moment, before going back to the ropes.

"Remus I-"

He coughed. His entire body shook and writhed in pain. He ignored it and continued with the ropes. Blood was coming down his lips. He was coughing up blood.

"Remus-"

Roman met his eyes this time. He didn't have to say anything more. They both knew it. Even if one of them didn't want to accept it. It'd taken at least an hour to drive here. He wasn't going to make it unless he got medical help within the next minutes. He wasn't going to- He wasn't-

Roman wasn't going to make it.

"You can't- I- I'm sure- I can-" Remus stuttered out.

"You need to take the information and get back to M alive" He pulled the ropes away from Remus' wrists "There's a vent right above us. The bitchass dragon witch is too busy with torture devices to look at us. If you go now you can-"

"You will-"

"Remus I'm already dead! The kid isn't being saved either! He's stuck here! We failed! The least you can do is try to stop more death!"

"But you will-"

"Please I need you to survive" Roman pressed the USB drive into his hands. His hands were shaking "I-I'm trying to stay strong to make this easier for you b-but-" He let out a shakey sob "I just want to hug mom again. I want us to-to- I- I need you to survive. I need you to stay alive. Please. If I know you survive I can attempt to die in peace. I can't- I can't-" It continued into incoherent sobbing.

They couldn't hug each other, the leader would realize they were awake if they did. All they could do was press their hands together. They held onto each other's hands so tightly it hurt. Neither wanted to let go.

"....I love you...I wish- I don't- I just want you to- I love you" Remus choked out through tears.

Somehow Roman mustered a smile "I love you too" He wiped a tear away from his twin's cheek "I'm sorry. I wish I could stay with you. Please go. Please survive"

Remus tightened his grip on his hand for one last second. He wished he could drag it out. Even Continuing to exists in this moment of misery sounded better than spending the rest of his life without him.

He forced his hands away and sat up. Heuntied the ropes around his ancles in one rushed pull. He heard a yell from behind him. He jumped up and grabbed onto the vent. A bullet went past him as he climbed in.

He continued to cry as he hurried away. He kept the USB drive in his mouth. It felt like a part of him had been ripped out. A big part. A part he needed to live.

(He wished he'd never noticed the crack in the wall. He wished he'd just left the kid to be abused. He was horrible. He just wanted his brother to be okay)

It should have been him who was left for dead. Roman had so many more people who would mourn him. He had had a future. Goals. Dreams. Relationships. Remus was replacable.

Remus pushed himself out of the vent. His lungs were burning. He was numb. There were so many emotions he'd overloaded. He couldn't even feel the cold against his skin. Only the tears against his cheeks.

He escaped the facility and ran. In the distance he could see the car. He wanted to die. He couldn't imagine a life without his brother. Roman was the one who was supposed to come back with the information to save people. Roman was the hero! It wasn't fair!

Remus wanted to stop and let the guards catch up to him. Wanted to let himself scream and sob and be killed. Wanted to hug his brother again even if the only way to hug him was if they were both dead.

Instead he forced himself survive but only because it'd been Roman's wish.

[junkercrush]

Halo!!! I dont know your inbox is still open, but could I have a request please? Maybe Poly!Junkers harboring a crush and then dating reader who is really quiet around strangers but tends to liven up around people when theu gain their trust? I just love those two smelly bois! Also, I really like your writing and blog! Thank you!!

You sure can! Here you go:

“The Quiet One” 

SFW

Pairing: Poly!Junkers x Reader

Words: 2,008                                                                                                                     

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Prologue

Overwatch Headquarters: Cafeteria. 2076. Valentine’s Day.

The headquarters cafeteria was decorated in red, pink, and white. Paper maché hearts covered the walls. It was like someone hired an elementary school to decorate the room. Ironically, the entire Overwatch team made the décor. Jack’s orders.

“Ah, the day of romance.” Junkrat sighed as he dropped his food tray on a table beside his crime partner Roadhog. “This is the best time to hit the jewelry stores, mate! Let’s say we get us some diamonds after today’s mission. What do you say, Hog?”

Junkrat noticed Hog hasn’t touched any of his food. He snatched a heart-shaped cookie and followed his partner’s gaze towards the lone eater on the other side of the cafeteria: You. Hog let out a longing sigh.

“Rat,” Hog called out.

“Yeah?” Junkrat answered.

Hog took out a pink envelope from his pocket and gave it to Junkrat. “Could you do me a favor—”

“Wait a minute!” Junkrat sniffed the envelope and gagged. The giant wave of roses rushed through his nostrils. “Are you kidding me? You want me to send a love letter to the Quiet One?”

That’s what everybody in Overwatch called you. You barely spoke to anyone except during meetings. You were a scientist, Winston’s assistant. The people you’ve spoken to the most were Winston, Angela, and Mei. The Junkers tried to talk to you before. You would say a sentence or two before shying away into your lab.

“Please do this for me?” Roadhog pleaded. Junkrat’s eyes widen. He has never seen the Hog act so vulnerable about anyone before.

“Can’t do that, mate,” Junkrat said, crossing his arms with a sinister smirk.

“Why not?” Hog huffed.

Junkrat pulled out a crumpled envelope from his shorts. It had little heart doodles drawn over them. Unlike Hog’s envelope, it smelled like an auto shop.

“Because I’m going to give the Quiet One a love note first!” Rat said triumphantly. He jumped onto the table and started table-hopping towards your direction.

Roadhog growled. “Oh no you don’t, you little—”

Roadhog chased after Junkrat. People saw the big man storming the cafeteria, swinging his hook, and leaped out of the way.

What on Earth?

You looked up from scribbling scientific notes. Junkrat was jumping on tables towards you with his behemoth friend Roadhog running behind, trying to catch him with his hook. You instantly gathered all your books and binders from the table. Unfortunately, you didn’t save your homemade lunch on time.

“NO!” Roadhog grabbed Junkrat as soon as he landed on your table, slamming his face on your lunch. Hog looked at you and immediately wiped Junkrat’s face with a napkin. You hid your smile behind your binders.

“Sorry,” Hog apologized.

You waved your hands at him. “It’s okay, Mr. Rutledge! I—

“Roadhog here wanted to give a love note!” Junkrat shouted loud enough for the whole cafeteria could hear.

Roadhog grabbed Rat’s throat. “Would you shut up!?”

Junkrat only laughed and shoved his motor-oil scented envelope towards your face. “For you, darl! Take it and run!”

“No! Take mine!” Hog offered his pink envelope to you.

You quietly took both envelopes. “Th-thank you.” You whispered.

You didn’t think in a hundred years both of your Junker crushes would pass you love notes on Valentine’s Day. And to think you had to choose one of them to offer your V-Day note. Now, this was your chance.

“Here.” You gave the Junkers two heart-shaped notes. Both, written in gold ink, said:

I like you. Do you like me too? –(Y/N)

All eyes were on you. You couldn’t take the attention anymore. You scampered out of the cafeteria before the Junkers could say anything.

“Looks like we didn’t need to fight at all.” Junkrat laughed. Both Rat and Hog flipped the hearts over. You left them your phone number and private e-mail address.

                                               *~*~*~*~*~*

 Present Day

Your Apartment. 2078. Valentine’s Day.

“You think we’re going to have another indoor date?” Junkrat asked as he set up a romantic dinner in the middle of the living room floor.

Roadhog sighed. “No, we’re going out.”

“Really?” Junkrat blew the fire out from the candlelit dinner. “You know our Quiet One is not quite the people person.”

Roadhog chuckled behind his mask. “Give it time.”

You came out to the living room wearing a long winter coat. The Junkers stared at you curiously.

“Ready to go?” You asked your boyfriends. Junkrat sauntered towards you.

“What you got under there, lovely?” He purred. You backed away from him with a smile.

“No peeking until we get to the bar.”

Junkrat whimpered. “Just a little pee—”

“To the door, Rat.” Hog barked.

“Fine, fine.” Junkrat opened the front door for you. You stopped midway. A faint burning scent danced around your nostrils.

“Rat, did you leave the oven on again?” You asked.

Junkrat giggled. “I forgot about my brownies. Give me a sec. I’ll meet you and Hog down at the parking lot.” Junkrat rushed to the kitchen, cackling.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “I’m so glad he hasn’t burned down the apartment yet.” You sighed.

Roadhog gently grabbed your hand. “Me too. We don’t need another damn landlord suing him.”

                                        *~*~*~*~*~*

Some folks from Headquarters invited you and the Junkers to a couples’ night out at a Japanese karaoke bar. You always passed the place on your way to and fro from work. It wasn’t your kind of hangout, too noisy. However, it was going to be different since you had new friends along with you. 

“Oi, you’re here! You’re actually here!” Lena, also known as the famous Tracer, ran to you before you could say hi. “I know we don’t see each other much. Do you remember me?”

You shyly nodded. You’ve seen her frequently coming in and out of Winston’s office. She always needed some fixing with the complex piece strapped into her chest.

“Let me take you to the crew,” Lena said. She turned to the Junkers. “Do you mind?”

Roadhog waved his humongous hand. “No problem. Rat and I have to go to the restroom.”

“Do we?” Junkrat asked innocently. His face and hair were covered with soot. Apparently, he almost lost his battle saving his brownies from the oven. Roadhog silently dragged Rat to the little boys’ room.

You took a deep breath. This was your chance to be more social. You’ve been working for Overwatch for four years now. It’s about time to spread your social butterfly wings.

You’ve been watching your co-workers from afar. They’re great people. Thank God, it’s nothing like high school. Your first two years sucked big time. Fortunately, your GPA back then helped you graduate two years early.

You shook the awful, awkward high school memories out of your mind as Lena guided you through the raucous bar. Your stomach rumbled as you spotted a couple playfully feeding ramen to each other. You were definitely ordering a big bowl for yourself as you soon as you get settled.

“Here we are, love!” Lena pushed through a beaded curtain and lead inside a private VIP room. You first laid eyes upon a mysterious red-headed woman. She was in the middle of stuffing sushi into her mouth. She turned to you and waved. 

The cowboy McCree was sitting on a pile of lounge cushions. His arm was wrapped around a Japanese man you’ve seen every blue moon at Headquarters. McCree whispered something into the man’s ear, and the man burst out laughing, blushing too.

“Hello there,” McCree greeted. “It’s about time you came out of the fox’s den.”

Lena grabbed your hand and lead you closer to McCree. “(Y/N), you know McCree, right? This is his boyfriend, Hanzo.”

Hanzo cleared his throat. “Partner.” He shook your hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Partner? Really?” McCree whined as he pulled Hanzo back into the cushions. “We’re more than partners, Bud.”

“Hello.” Someone squeaked behind you. It was the redhead again. She was more gorgeous up close.

“Oh, how could I forget?” Lena groaned. “This is the love of my life, Emily!”

“Nice to meet you.” You said.

“You too,” Emily shook your hand. “Lena told me so much about you. How did you end up dating—”

“We have arrived!” Junkrat announced as he leaped into the room. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “Hello, love! Getting along with everybody, I hope?”

Roadhog soon followed and spotted the sumptuous Japanese cuisine displayed on the table. “Is this for me?” He sat down and started eating.

“My California rolls…” McCree groaned.

“Don’t worry, we’ll order more. It’s on me.” Lena chirped.

“You mean, it’s on Jack’s tab.” Emily corrected.

“It’s Valentine’s Day. He’ll understand!”

You giggled as you imagined Jack staring at his bank statement with confusion at the hefty bill from a karaoke bar.

You spotted a coat hanger behind you. It was getting hot. It was time you finally removed your coat. Roadhog rushed over to your side as if he read your mind.

“Let me.” He said. You watched his large fingers as he helped you out of your coat. You heard him gasp. Luckily, no one else heard it.

“What’s wrong?” You turned to him and smiled. You stood before your surprised lover wearing a tight sangria-colored turtleneck dress. You wanted to wear something sensual but nothing too risqué.

“Hooley Dooley.” Junkrat gasped behind you.

You pretended it was nothing and shrugged your shoulders. “It’s just a simple dress. I had it in my closet for a while. You haven’t noticed?”

Honestly, you ordered the dress online a week ago. Many reviewers said wearing the dress gave them more attention from their lovers. Some even got laid for it. You had no plans for sex (yet), but you did have in mind a little extra friskiness from the Junkers.

“Where’s the karaoke machine?” You asked, trying to break the Junkers’ attention away from you for a second.

“It’s in the next room,” Emily said.

You tiptoed over to the conjoining room and moved the beaded curtain aside. A microphone stood in a center surrounded by more lounge cushions. A tiny mini bar stood in a corner. A J-Pop band danced on the television with the English lyrics appearing on the bottom of the screen.

“Do you sing, (Y/N)?” Lena asked you.

“I’ll try.” You replied.

Behind Lena, you noticed the Junkers were still gawking at you. You gave them a flirty wink, and they acted like they were going to keel over.

The Junkers were overall pleased you were willing to go out and open yourself to more people. They’ve never seen such progress since the three of you started dating two years ago.  They watched you proudly as you shared your adventure stories traveling with Winston around the world.

You spoke little Japanese to Hanzo (which was a big surprise). You were stationed in Osaka for four months for a scientific expedition. You had to learn the basics to get around.

                                          *~*~*~*~*~*

 After the night was over, Roadhog carried your sleepy self to the bedroom. It was 2:32am. You were tired as all get out. Surprisingly, Junkrat was still full of energy, even though he had too many sake bombs to drink.

“Let’s sing another song!” Junkrat begged Roadhog.

“Shh!” Hog covered Rat’s entire face with his hand. “(Y/N) is tired.”

You only moaned and rolled around on the bed. “Could one of you guys tuck me in?” You asked the Junkers. “One of you can take the dress off.”

Junkrat let out a high-pitched gasp. You chuckled. Where did the heck did that noise come from?

Junkrat hopped into the bed with you and roamed his hands all over your body. “Come here, darl!”

“No, Rat, I get to do it!” Roadhog yelled as he yanked the Rat out of the bed. You could only laugh as the two argued over you and pulled on your dress.

What a way to end Valentine’s Day and a new chapter to your budding social life.

                                                      END