#and korryn is WEAK.

[sinful-lanterns]

okay, but imagine like how they do in anime and Korryn sees with glasses you're cute but without glasses you're hot like imagine the initial whiplash (in a good way) the first time she sees the no glasses look 👾

It would be funny if taking off your glasses was the equivalent of Gojo taking off his blindfold in Jujutsu Kaisen 😅

You’re pretty cute with the glasses on already, but one day as Korryn is playfully trying to snatch your glasses off your face, her nonchalant expression is instantly wiped off because how the hell did you get so much hotter? Suddenly she’s getting butterflies in her stomach, sparkles dancing in the air around you while you wince and beg for her to give your glasses back in such a cute voice.

Korryn will be thinking about your beautiful face for several hours after that. She wants to see you without your glasses more often! Was her girlfriend really that beautiful? Was it even possible? Korryn is so flabbergasted that she’s quiet for the rest of the day 😭😭

P.S: Every time you take off your glasses for cleaning or even taking a shower, Korryn feels her stomach twist into knots and the poor cowgirl is too stunned to speak. Congratulations, you broke Korryn!

[shalomsexual]

MIGHTY CRIMINAL SAVES THE DAY

Prompt: In which reader is a wanted criminal and Korryn took the bounty request to hunt reader.

Warnings: Use of inappropriate language

Game: Path to nowhere

!Slight spoilers for those who haven't played the event!

"Can't believe y/n snatched up all the fuckin' hypercubes for herself again," the thug slammed his cup down on the table, conversing with his fellow thugs. This had been the fifth time you stole their hypercubes and it was pretty much self explanatory as to who are you. With all the recent sand storms and as each one got bigger, the demand for hypercubes were high. Many would kill to get their hands on atleast one hyper cube.

A certain red hair was listening in on the thugs rants, a smirk forming on her lips as her cowgirl hat covered half of her face. "The mighty y/n strikes again~" she sang as she grabbed the flyer from the board, seeing a picture of you. She gazed a little too long at the cowgirl in the picture, a gleam of desire in her eyes. The desire being the urge to catch you. No one has ever been able to get their hands on you and Korryn loved the fact that you were so hard to get; makes her want you even more.

A door was flipped open and you walked on with a bag filled with glowing blue cubes. 'Another successful attempt,' you thought as you flung the bag into the big box. Leisurely sitting down on your chair, you grabbed a beer and opened it before chugging it down. As you gazed out the window of your little hut, you couldn't help but glance at the sign that says 'Tuco', eager to go into the village but you knew if you only step foot into that village, all your hard work that goes towards gathering hypercubes will count for naught. After all, you know the people of Tuco to have minds more cunning than bandits.

Little Timmy suddenly ran into the village, shouting to the villagers that another sand storm was approaching. The people panicked, already knowing how little hypercubes they had. They quickly transformed the village to move from that area and try to get away even though it wouldn't make sense but their efforts were interrupted by dessert bandits, whom Korryn also had beef with. "Where's the red head bitch?" The thug asked, spitting on the ground. By now all the people were tied up, trembling. Korryn had gone out with Hella, leaving the village unattended too.

"We're not telling you anything!" Sheriff spoke out making the thugs scoff. They scanned the crowd before landing on Mira. Looking at how small and weak she looked they, picked her up by the hair.

"I ain't gon fucking repeat myself bitch!" The thug spat harshly, roughly pulling on Mira's hair making the said girl squeak out in pain. Everyone looked on with anger and fear in their eyes, wanting to do something but also knowing they can't. Before the thug could go any further, a steel pipe was flung into him, making him drop Mira.

"Fuckin' idiots think they can pick on the weak. Not while the great Hella is around!" Korryn and Hella had shown up just in time however, the sand storm was approaching.

"Wow! Little Hella saves the day~"

"Shut up and fight with me idiot!"

As Hella charged towards the thugs, Korryn made her escape. When Hella saw this, she was beyond angry but couldn't do anything except fight for Tuco. Obviously the people of Tuco knew Korryn's plan but they had to plan along.

The sand storm was already in sight and Hella was all beaten up but she managed to take some bandits out. Korryn then returned, smiling as she had a bag of hypercubes in her hand. "Wait a damn minute... you stole our hypercubes! Not y/n!" The thug screamed. Korryn smirked.

"Ah ah~ not quite. You were correct with the y/n part. I beat her to a pulp and took it away." She smirked, handing Mira the hypercubes before taking out the remaining thugs and throwing them out of the village. With the hypercubes, the village was protected from the storm, with only a few minor damages being done. As everyone celebrated, Korryn couldn't help but glance at the hut far away from the village before muttering, "Ah why can't you come and see me? Must I find you, y/n?"

"Y/n? Who's that?" Hella asks Mira who was currently serving at the bar.

"Y/n is the most wanted criminal around. Not even Korryn managed to lay her hands on that sly fox." Mira sighed, a hint of smiled playing at her face.

"You're not one to talk about sly fox.." Hella mumbles grumpily. Mira could only chuckle as she knew what Hella meant.

Couple days pass and the hypercubes were all done. A sand storm had hit again and the village had began their journey to their secret hide out. This time, not only thugs but the officials were hot on their trail. Hella and Korryn had a hard time holding them off as well as defending the people. "Little Hella, I need you to drive this car fast to take everyone to the hide out. I'll hold them off okay? I'm counting on you!" Korryn flashed Hella a wide smile before jumping off, even before the little girl could protest. Hella knew Korryn would be fine... but she couldn't help the nagging feeling behind her head.

After Hella couldn't take it anymore, she told Mira to take over the wheel. When she arrived, she saw a beat up Korryn, thugs on one side and the officials on the other. She knew it was a hard battle and so she ran towards with full force, managing to knock a few out before she got beat up too. "How is everyone?" Korryn breathed out.

"Worry about yourself big idiot. They're doing fine..."

"Are they?" Scott, the head of officials asked with a smile, motioning to the guards who were hot on the villagers trail. As they looked, one by one the guards got knocked out by a machine gun. "What the-"

"Sir! Look!" Scott followed the guards gaze and watched as you knocked them out one by one before charging towards him.

"There she is! Y/n L/n! Attack her! Don't let her get away!" Scott screamed on the top of his lungs.

"Is that-"

"Y/n? Yes." Korryn smirked.

You managed to grab the guards gun before shot you and so you did to the others. Korryn was shooting from behind and Hella helped you take down the others. You almost nearly killed Scott but decided to spare his life and throw him into the sand storm. You approached the two before extending your hand for Korryn, a smile on your face. "Didn't except you to fall Korryn."

"I have my limits too y/n." She wrapped her arms around your neck before pressing her lips against yours in a soft kiss. Hella's draw dropped to the floor as she witnessed the scene before her unfold.

"I thought you'd never come to see me." Korryn pouted, taking your hat off your head before placing it on her head. "Mine's been destroyed. Oh this little mouse is Hella. She's from the MBCC."

"Oh yeah I know. Adjutant Nightingale informed me." You extended your hand for Hella to shake and she shook it vigorously.

"How do you know Nightingale?!"

"I'm a friend of the MBCC," you winked at a stunned Hella. Hella then turned to Korryn.

"Did you know I was coming?"

"Oh no I didn't. I certainly don't know everything that goes on in a certain someone's life." The three of you hopped onto one of the officials' vehicle and drove to the hideout where everyone was confused as to why the sand storm didn't hit them as their hypercubes were finished.

"Did you guys open the box y/n left?" Korryn smiled. Mira shook her head.

"We didn't want to trouble her stuff."

"Don't wonder. Open it." You encouraged them. Mira opened the box and gasped. In it was a shit ton of hypercubes. More than anyone in Tuco had ever seen. Even Korryn was shocked.

"How did you get so many? And wait, why did you give them to us?" Mira asked.

"I used to work in the east side and i got them. Besides, all these years of gathering hypercubes was for my girlfriend's village, Tuco." The villagers all gasped as the revelation.

"So you two finally decided to make it public?" Mira smiled making the villagers even more shock as to how she knows. You and Korryn only smirked and looked at each other.

Once the sandstorm was finally over and Hella returned to the MBCC, you and your lover had rested in your little hut, with her on your lap as you two sipped your beer. "I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten about me, sweetheart," Korryn retorted. You shook your head with a smile.

"You're quite hard to forget love. If anything, I've been thinking about you only."

"Good. Keep it that way. Let me be the only thing that keeps you going~" She placed her finger on your nose before leaning in to trap your lips with hers. And for a few days, no one in Tuco saw you two as you spent the days resting with Korryn, in bed.

[pen-of-roses]

Do you ever just. Forget. An entire subplot of your own WIP

[strugglinghijabi]

If I am murdered, know this

If I am murdered, know I saw it coming. I suspected it, feared it, obsessed over it even. Never had the privilege of being oblivious and carefree. Sure, I could assume it’ll never be me, but my demographics don’t allow for such folly. I can’t sit here as a woman, a black woman, a black Muslim woman and never consider that I may find my way into someone’s crosshairs. Macabre, I know, but denying it wouldn’t make it any better. So know I was vigilant and aware, and that still wasn’t enough. Know I discussed it with friends, to buy a gun or not. “I’d have to keep it away from my kids. Would it even be worth it if I have to keep it so far away and locked up? Could I even get to it in time?“ These are the things we discuss. And pepper spray, we talk about that too. (FYI, it’s better to buy foam than traditional liquid. Foam won’t blow back into your face. A friend taught me that last night.) These are the things we discuss.

If I am murdered, know the person who did it couldn’t see me. Could only see hate and fear of his (or her) own weakness. Certainly, he wouldn’t know that I’m really funny and super chill. Wouldn’t know that I have a husband who adores me and kids who need my everything. Wouldn't know that between the two of us, I’m not the one who is the threat. All he’d know was that I’m one of “them,” different and therefore deserving of death.

If I am murdered, know that I never became numb. Every murder before mine was painful and real. Nabra Hassanen could have been my niece, Charleena Lyles could have been my sister, those killed and injured in the Finsbury Park Mosque attack could have been my friends. It’s never just a sad story. They’re all real, all of them: Ricky John Best, Taliesin Myrddin Namkai Meche, Azzeddine Soufiane, Mamadou Tanou Barry, Ibrahima Barry, Abdelkrim Hassane, Khaled Belkacemi, Aboubaker Thabti, Cynthia Marie Graham Hurd, Susie Jackson, Ethel Lee Lance, Depayne Middleton-Doctor, Clementa C. Pinckney, Tywanza Sanders, Daniel Simmons, Sharonda Coleman, Myra Thompson, Philando Castile, Alton Sterling, Rekia Boyd, Katherine Johnston, Deah Barakat, Yusor Abu-Salha, Razan Abu-Salha, Korryn Gaines, Sandra Bland, Mohamedtaha Omar, Adam Mekki, Muhannad Tairab, Ben Keita, the 49 killed at Pulse Night Club, Walter Scott, Tamir Rice, Sean Bell, Aiyana Jones, Eric Garner, and… and… and. I could never list them all. What a shame that I could never list them all.

If I am murdered, know that I didn’t let fear stop me. Cautious but undeterred, I walked this earth like I owned it (because I do). I walked this earth like I have great, great, great grands who took lashes for my freedom, who sneaked and planned and disobeyed and ran and risked and died for my freedom. I walked this earth like I owe something to those who lie beneath it. And most importantly, I walked this earth like I believe in the protection and qadr (decree) of Allah (swt). So as long as I am able, as long as I am alive and have no hashtags associated with my name, I will laugh and love, push and pursue, smile and sing as though my spirit is immortal.