#she wasnt next to him on the map

[aeoris4lovers]

beau: caleb, don’t break concentration or we’re all gonna die!

beau, two seconds later:

[serejae]

SO STUPID IN LOVE | M.JH

a lonely jaehyun meets you, ask you to marry him because hes just so stupid (in love)

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“im gonna smack that pout off your face” sungho scoffed as jaehyun slumped against the sticky diner booth. “are you seriously bullying a sad man?” he replied

“no im bullying a loser, its been a year. you really need to get over her, she dumped you and wasnt good for you. i just dont get why youre so stuck on her”

jaehyun huffed again and rested his head in his hands “she was just different, i imagined my life with her…i was ready to marry her sungho, i dont know what i did”

his friend leaned back in his seat taking in the sight and sighed “lets find you someone, youre never gonna find someone if you keep moping around like this”

“but who-“

“are you guys ready to order?”

the two men looked up at you and jaehyuns mouth opened a bit before he closed it and sat up fixing his posture, sungho looked over at jaehyun and raised his eyebrow before ordering leaving jaehyun to order next

“i…uhm, can i get more time?”

you smiled and nodded before walking away to get their waters

“would you call me crazy if i asked them to marry me?” he whispered leaning close to sungho

sungho spitted out his drink all over jaehyuns face making him shriek

“dude what the fuck” jaehyun screamed while standing up

the diner went silent making him look around

“sorry…”

you ran over to the table and saw the water all over the table as well as a wet jaehyun

“oh my gosh are you both okay? do you need anything?” you said looking around clearly panicked

“marry me, will you marry me?” jaehyun asked while staring at you making the diner gasp

“excuse me?” you tilted your head slightly smiling at the situation, a man covered in water was asking you to marry him

“i know its random but do you have a partner?” he asked grinning at you

you shook your head no before looking down at your watch

“i get off now…if you wanna get married”

jaehyuns smile grew bigger as he took your hand and walked out the diner with you as sungho yelled for jaehyun as he expected him to pay the bill

you both walked as you talked about your hopes and dreams, and as you spoke jaehyun turned to look at you as you continued to walk. dont get him wrong, he was listening, just very slowly. your words seem to come out slower, something about you made his heart rate slow down yet quicken. without a thought he reached to hold your hand, he still looked at you

you looked down at his hand with furrowed brows making jaehyun let go in fear you were uncomfortable

“no, no!” you laughed understanding why he let go

“your hands are just pretty sweaty”

he looked at his hands and saw how sweaty they were, he chuckled softly with a hint of blush on his face from embarrassment

“can i ask you something though?” you said quietly in the empty city, jaehyun thought this was so romantic, just you two in a beautiful city

“yes” he started

“yes, i want to kiss you” he smiled at you

“oh. i was just asking where are we…?”

jaehyun shook his head quickly bringing himself back onto earth. he looked around and saw the unfamiliar sight. you two have been walking for so long unbothered by your surroundings that you now dont know where or what your surrounded by

realizing how much he fucked up he groaned and let out quick apologies as he pulls out his phone to try and find a solution. hes met with your laughter that makes him turn to you

“we can just use google maps and walk, you can drop me off at my house”

he nodded immediately still feeling guilty

noticing his expression, you held his still sweaty hand and smiled at him. “i had a great day today with you. it was unexpected but i really enjoyed talking and getting to know you” he blushed again as his smile grew bigger. “you mean it?” you nodded as he let out a little giggle

-

you both continued to walk to your house but slowly

drip

drip

drip

shit it was raining.

like instinct, jaehyun took off the jacket he had as he put it over you two holding it with one hand, and not letting your hand go in the other. you both ran back to your place with a collection of laughter and banter

so when it ended and you both got to your door, jaehyun stared at you and you stared at him not wanting the night to end

you opened your mouth to speak but he opened his at the same time. you both closed your mouths to let the other speak but were not in a awkward situation

“i really wanna see you again”

“i really want to kiss you”

he immediately covered his mouth as his sentence was not as romantic as yours, but you were quicker. you moved his hand and held his face before leaning in to kiss him

and as quick as he covered his mouth, he kissed you back as he held your hand

maybe he wasn’t the only one stupid in love

“do you still wanna get married?”

[s0apmactav1sh]

Minors, fem alinged do not interact with this blog you will be blocked!!

Taskforce 141. A tight knit group made up of monsters. Soldiers who were on a whole other level to the rest all because they were supernatural. Price, the captain of the TF and a dragon hybrid. His boys were apart of his hoard, the things he found irreplaceable and precious. Even with one wing enemies trembled at the sight of such a large man coming towards them. Ghost, the lieutenant and a wraith. What could be said about him, with shadows at his mercy and the darkness being apart of him there wasnt a way to kill a man who was already dead. Soap, sergeant number one and a werewolf. All hell breaks loose when hes able to transform, the team being his pack so he does whats needed to protect them. And lastly, Gaz, the harpy hybrid. The taskforces eyes in the sky. A bird of prey as other soldiers call him.

Thats all the infromation you had been given when you were first introduced to Kate Laswell. You had been handed files but most of the information on them had been classified and blacked out. Laswell had mentioned breifly how she had to practically seek you out, going to people she assumed would have an idea on where you would be. However no one could tell her what you were or where you were mostly because you kept on the down low and only popped up on the map during certain times. How she had caught you while you were in a bar in blackpool was a question you held back from asking.

"Whats in it for me?" Your voice was gruff, not in the way johns was from his years of smoking and barking orders, but in a softer way like you werent expecting to have to talk tonight. Help always came with a price. Yours especially, since you'd be working with monsters you were unfamiliar with. It wasnt like you were different persay but mixing your type of monster with theres didnt seem like the greatest idea in your mind but with Kates promise of a large sum of money and the few pints she bought you it was enough for you to agree to work alongside the taskforce for a few weeks until you were no long needed and could slip back into whatever hell you came from.

-

A Nightcrawler, a monster so unheard of they practically didnt exsit anymore. A creatures that lurked in the darkness where it could lure its victims into it and get rid of them, feasting on them after. Price had to put down your file the minute he read what type of monster you were, everyone knew that trusted one of you would end with death. The shiver that crept down his spine had him removing himself from his desk and leaving his office going directly to the resting room he knew his boys would be in. If he was going to accept kate purposal of accepting you into the taskforce, even if it was for a few weeks, he needed them to voice there opinions first.

"No. Not a chance" Was the first answer he got from ghost once it was finally brought up. Soap was to busy tryna keep his tail still so Gaz could brush out the muck and dirt he had in it from the missions they had been on. "We'd never be able to trust something like it." Ghost was set on declining having another person invade his space. He had enough trying to deal with a werewolf a harpy and a dragon, thrusting a nightcrawler into the mist would cause chaos.

"Its not a good idea, nightcrawlers have a tendancy to go rouge and attack everything within range" was the next response price got from gaz this time, the harpy also turning down the idea of having a nightcrawler join them. Although he voiced his reason as to his decline a lot more clearly than the wraith did. Still Price was hoping atleast Johnny may say something positive so he doesnt look like an asshole for not listening to them even though Kate had went through the pain of trying to get you to come and help them. But with prices luck so far with getting his boys to agree to allow you onto the team there was little hope that johnny would agree.

"Are you mad? A nightcrawler on our team. Ain't no way thats happenin" like he expected he was instantly turned down by the werewolf. Now explaining to Laswell that none of them wanted you on the team because you were a nightcrawler would be the difficult part since the woman was so persistant on getting them another to work with them. Dialing her number once in his office, all price could do is hope she hadnt gotten a chance to even figure out were you were.

-

The sound of kates phone ringing knocked you out of your small buzz as you picked it up and handed it to her turning away and getting another drink for yourself in hopes of drinking yourself to sleep once more before you set off to this taskforce. The sound of irritation soon hit your ears as kate tried getting whoever was on the other end of the phone to agree and take you in even if was just for one mission. Clenching your jaw you reached over and took the phone listen to the sound of the voice coming through.

"Kate there isnt a thing I can do to get the lads to let him join. They dont want a nightcrawler on the taskforce I cant force them."

A small scoff leaves you before you hang up the phone and pass it back to kate. "Thought they were on board with me joining."

-

JDBSJSVDUDBDV i have struggled i mean struggled to finish this. I honestly hate it with a burning passion and I have half a mind to delete it all and start over but here is part 1 of a fic im not even sure Ill finish.

[yearningandpatheticaboutit]

CHAPTER 19: SLEEPING DOGS

wc: 4612

warnings: none.

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san

wooyoung tries to swallow his sobs down the entire ride to the warehouse. it drives me crazy.

i know we fucked up. i know things are bad. i just want everyone to hold on a little while longer. because this is almost over. we just need to get through this night.

when we arrive at the abandoned shipyard, we see the faded logo of some forgotten shipping company on the rusty and weathered walls of the warehouse. its like a scene out of a call of duty map. the warehouse is surrounded by piles of shipping containers hazardously stacked on each other, their colours faded and their outsides dented and tilted.

lucas leaves the car on the uneven concrete of the yard and we head inside the house.

its interior is filled with rusted, outdated machinery, forklifts and cranes lying around. there are just random crates scattered and it looks like everyone just vanished in the middle of their job. i look around and try to wonder why a place like this would be abandoned, desperate to distract myself.

"there's like a mattress and an old couch on top of the mezzanine," lucas breaks the silence, that up until now was only filled by distant seagulls and occassional creaks of metal. "you guys can crash up there."

"where are you sleeping?" yaera questions, holding onto my arm.

lucas shrugs. "probably my car, i dont like the smell of this place."

"what happens now?" i ask him. "with you, i mean. do you go back to mao?"

"im going to hong kong with woo. boss asked me to make sure he gets where he needs to be safely. you can take my car to get to the airport for your flight."

"thanks man," i said gratefully. i look at woo, whos standing with the duffelbag of guns in his hand, zoning out on a spot on the floor.

"you need to let him know though. the boss. he wants to know when you've made it safely, then you can cut all contact and not worry about anything ever again." lucas adds.

for years, mao has been my father's confidant, his right hand almost. when my father got into shitty debt with the 105ths, mao tried to save him as much as he could by trying to pay off the debt but it got so bad all my father could do was die-or completely disappear. he chose the latter.

i always wondered what my father did to earn such loyalty. he was a fucking loser. a complete shitbag. but here i am, years later, being protected by his connections.

alright, i wouldnt say protected, because mao couldnt save me from the 105ths. but he sure as hell made sure i never died young. no matter how close i got.

"im not gonna cut all contact," i say. no matter how tempted i'd be, i'd still want to hear about wooyoung. "lets not get head of ourselves."

"is there food around here?" yaera asks, frowning. "i know this is inappropriate, but im like really hungry."

yaera and i look at lucas expectantly. he sighs.

"cmon guys, you know i cant leave. i'll call up one of the runners to bring us by pizza or some shit."

"woo, you feeling pizza?" i turn to him, but when i look hes not next to me.

wooyoung walks up the mezzanine in complete silence and disappears out of our view.

"is he good?" lucas asks, raising a brow.

ive never seen guilt like this hit wooyoung before. hes never hurt an innocent person. every person he hurt, on the surface, fully deserved it. just being hongjoong's sister, did not qualify as deserving it. it wasnt some shitty gangster he shot, it was a girl on her wedding day. i know thats why hes taking it so hard.

i dont know what i can say that could ever make any of this better.

for the rest of the day, we starve and bask in nothingness. no news updates, nothing, its like we're completely cut off from the outside world. wooyoung is laid frozen on the couch, staring at a spot on the ground and taking turns blinking with each eye.

last i saw yaera, she still fought to get the pizza from lucas, who discreetly annoyed every connection he had so we can eat something. eventually, i got so bored that i take a walk out of the warehouse and into the yard.

i stroll slowly, walking to the edge of the yard and staring ahead at the waves.

its so secluded. its like everything else in the world was quiet. this would be perfect for a gang to just dump bodies. i wonder if before this place ran aground...if it was used for just that.

seagalls flew in circles above me. i watched them dazedly, my head pounding from hunger and trying to imagine my life 2 weeks from now. what would my lunches be like, my average afternoons, would mosquitos bite me in the cuban summer, would i finally be someone out there?

this was like death. i was going to kill choi san and abandon all his dreams. how heavy for just...a random afternoon.

as im getting lost in watching the dark blue waves crash against the platform, i feel someone nudge me from behind.

yaera holds out a slice of pizza for me, giving me a small smile.

i took it with a quiet chuckle, shaking my head. "i guess even in these circumstances, you still know how to get what you want." i said.

"he didnt have a choice," she says, attempting a laugh as well. "we were starving. we at least deserve pizza after...everything."

i didnt know if we deserved anything to be honest. but i didnt question it, i just finished the slice in three bites. i didnt even really chew, feeling my neck muscles work overtime so i could swallow.

"is wooyoung eating?" i ask her.

yaera's small smile fades quickly, and she shoves her hands into her pockets and looks out into the waves as well. "i left him a plate but...everytime i passed by he hadnt even touched it yet."

i sigh and feel my chest dully ache. for wooyoung to refuse food was just...another level of low.

"are we just so fucked up to the point where nothing gets us anymore?" i ask genuinely. "is wooyoung reacting appropriately and we're just...empty?"

we killed a girl on her wedding day instead of the gangster we were targetting. and yet wooyoung is the only one sick to his stomach right now.

"i dont know, san," yaera mutters. i could tell she didnt know what to tell me. "i hope we can go back to being...people...after this."

people? and what were people? were people not made up of their dreams, the people they loved, the things they loved? did we even still have those things? or were we lying to ourselves that we'd have all those things as soon as these horrors passed? to soothe how rotten we really were?

"you know what i realized? we can never go back." i say. yaera frowns at me.

"not to who we were...not our dreams...i wanted to go to nottingham. i wanted to reunite with my mother but now..." i laugh emptily. "now im escaping to cuba, because if i stay, the highly dangerous gangster whose sister and best friend i murdered will find me and gut me and my girl."

"our lives were shit, san," yaera says. "this is all we've got. i never had a dream. i never thought of something that could make me happy because i lost everything that made me happy. i cant go back to italy because i killed a man and my own friend by dealing her drugs. but at least...at least my nonna will not see who i've become."

"she might not see me again...none of these people will ever see us again, but at least we have a chance at still being recognizable to ourselves."

was that hope? was that as close as we could still get to it? like touching sunlight through a heavy fog?

"we are all we have right now, yaera," i remind her. i wasnt even trying to be romantic, but us running away after all the terrible shit we did, it solidified everything. "you and me...you have to promise me, even if whatever we have crashes and burns...we're not leaving. we're not going our own ways. we can't. not after everything."

"one day, you might look at me and hate me and think, you wish you never met a fuck like me. but you can hate me, hate me all you want, hate me for whatever, but you can't leave me alright? please...don't."

i didnt know where it was coming from. it feels like my mouth was just running and i was throwing up my feelings. i cringe inside, wanting to shut the fuck up so badly. yaera looks at me softly, that disarming look that was my reason to beg.

even if we're criminals now, even if our lives are hell, i didnt want her to ever stop looking at me like that.

"i dont think i could ever hate you, san," she says quietly.

i took her hand from her side, feeling the pizza grease still on it. i fight a smile, knowing all i'd do is look like a wounded dog. "lets try not to jinx it, alright?"

the sun starts to set and we head back to the warehouse. since the place was abandoned so far back, the lights in the yard didnt work so the outside was just pitch...black. darkness, with nothing but the moon illuminating on the waves and casting a faint glow onto the yard.

i wanted to talk to wooyoung, but he had finally passed out, his pizza still untouched. i sighed and bent down infront of him, ruffling his hair. he didnt budge to wake up.

"we'll be good, woo." i assured him.

when wooyoung and i worked together for the first time, he thought i needed mental help for how incompetent i was. he was there of his own accord, to eat, to survive. he knew what he had to do and he would do that and more.

then there was me, there because it was either that or die. internally, i wanted to make a mistake so they'd just kill me. but then wooyoung...somehow he made this disgestable.

i could bear it if it was us suffering together. but now...i thought the both of us just needed something else. something other than suffering.

that night, as yaera laid on my chest, i prayed for the first time in forever. i knew we didnt deserve it, but i asked for forgiveness. and i asked that now, if we couldnt have redemption, if we could at least have peace.

hopefully god's cell wasnt on do not disturb now that i had his number.

***

yaera

i cant say i had the best sleep. the anxiety from everything coupled with the shitty springs in this odd smelling mattress didnt equal the bed befitting of a queen. but oh well. it made me actually worry about going to prison.

as we got ready and wooyoung packed his bags quietly, i watched him solemnly. even though he didnt like me, i still hoped things would go well for him. he was san's best friend. and knowing how san's life was, wooyoung likely didnt have an easy life either.

"hey...you should have something to eat," i tell him. he doesnt even look up at me. "you dont know what they'll have on that boat you know, could be shit."

"yeah, woo," san adds. "who knows when you'll have pizza again."

"how long's the voyage?" i ask.

"mao said the shortest would be 2 weeks," wooyoung mutters, sounding like he wasnt really interested.

san and i look at each other awkwardly. maybe we should stop bothering him.

"have you ever watched pirates of the caribbean, woo?" san asks.

woo looks up at him drily. "of course i have. who hasnt? jesus what is up with these questions."

san shrugs awkwardly. god we are terrible at comforting people. "well, since you liked to think of us as those gangsters in sleeping dogs, now you can imagine yourself as a pirate on a crew."

"you kinda are," i add. "pirates are just criminals at sea...you're well..."

woo gives us a deadpan look. "i cant wait to get drunk so i can forget this conversation happened."

"fair enough." san says and awkwardly rubs his head.

lucas comes in through the door at the bottom, looking up at the mezzanine.

"yo, its almost time, lets head to the dock," he says.

its early in the morning, the sun hasnt even risen yet. we head down the stairs and san takes some of the bags from wooyoung so he doesnt struggle. lucas offers me a cigarette when we walk out of the warehouse and out into the yard. its my first relief for the day.

it feels like the nic is coursing through my whole body, not just my lungs. its almost euphoric. i dont know when last ive had such a good smoke.

eventually we get to the dock, and woo turns around, looking at all of us with a frown that only deepens.

"i guess...this is it."

"yeah," san mutters.

"not really the best goodbye, huh?"

"not like we couldve thrown a party," lucas throws in. he nods to san. "soon as we're gone, you guys should head to the airport. you got a flight to catch."

san and wooyoung stare at each other long enough for them to burst out crying and throw their arms around each other. lucas sighs and lights another cigarette at the scene, passing it to me again. it doesnt take long for lucas to look like he wants to cry too.

"im sorry, for everything," woo says through his sobs as he clutches onto san. "you're my brother. i'll never forget that."

"dont be sorry, woo," san says back with the voice i only heard when he broke down infront of me. "if i ever had to do any of this shit again, i'd do it with you. and only you."

a tear rolls down my cheek but i quickly flick it away. woo pulls away from san and looks at me. "sorry for threatening to kill you that one time," he sounds like a baby. "take care of san and my future grandkid, okay?"

i smile and pull him into a hug. he freezes for a second before lightly patting me on the back.

"goodbye, wooyoung. take care."

woo adjusts his bag on his shoulder and nudges lucas. he wipes his face with one harsh swipe of the palm and pushes his hair back. "alright, im ready, lets go."

they take a walk ahead of us and we watch them go. the blue on the horizon starts to mix with an inkling of red. the stars and the moon look brighter than ever. the morning is quiet except for the waves. this wasnt the best ending...but at least, we were at peace.

wooyoung stops and lifts his hand to wave back to us and san hasnt stopped crying. his face is frozen in a defeated expression and his eyes are pleading. he cant even wave back. i reach out and squeeze his hand.

BOOM!

i jump in my skin, looking at wooyoung.

BOOM!

wooyoung's head jerks back and he hits the ground abruptly. lucas is already on the floor. a shadow walks out from behind a container, smoke drifting from the barrel of the shotgun.

"hongjoong," san whispers in horror. he tugs on my arm and starts running.

***

san

i cant think. i run back to the warehouse dragging yaera, stopping at the entrance. the bag full of guns are at the top of the mezzanine. i turn around and see hongjoong walking leisurely towards the warehouse. fuck this.

i grab yaera's face and point out inbetween the containers close by. "run, and dont look back."

she nods with wide eyes, scurrying away with our bag. i rush up the stairs and open the zip of the bag, looking for something that wasnt a long range weapon.

my hands find a glock 17. bullets untouched. i run down and get ready to face hongjoong. but when i get to the bottom...hes nowhere to be found.

did...did he go after her?

"yaera!!" i scream at the top of my lungs, running out into the yard. its dead silent.

***

yaera

"yaera!!" i hear san scream. im hiding behind a container, cupping my mouth closed as i listen for hongjoong's footsteps. my entire body is shaking. i saw him get to the entrance of the warehouse and turn after me. what the fuck did i do.

did he want to take me out purely because his sister died and she was a girl too? what fucking bullshit misogyny is this?

i hear something shift in the air. i peer around the corner from the container, seeing something pass quickly. i cant tell if its real, if it was my own strand of hair, but the only thing in my ears right now is my own heartbeat. i feel like i cant breathe.

BOOM!

the gun goes off and i yelp loudly, feeling like i was going to piss myself. i start to hear his footsteps rapidly approach and i grab the bag and start fucking running.

BOOM!

he shoots down the bag out of my hand and it flies to the side. i scream and drop it, running inbetween a path of containers lying on their sides.

hes just fucking with me. he had a shot. he couldve killed me. but he shot the bag down. hes playing with his food.

hes not even rushing after me. if he was running, i'd be dead. but i can hear him calmly walking, taking a stroll through the fucking park. i look at the containers and see two strategically opposite each other. the gap between them not huge. i run for them, jumping and kicking off the one container to launch myself onto the other.

my stomach hits the edge, knocking the wind out of me. i let out a pained choke as i drag my nails against the top, pulling myself up all the way. i lay at the top, covering my mouth with both hands, feeling the tears run down the sides of my face.

i hear his footsteps.

he stops directly next to my container, his presence suffocating and nauseating. i turn slowly, looking down to see the top of his head. i quickly move away and grip my face tighter, freezing in my skin till he walks away.

and he walks.

then i hear him stop.

hongjoong jumps up and grabs the edge of the container, grabbing my ankle with one hand. i start screaming and kicking wildly as i start to slide down.

"let go of me you cunt!" i scream, booting him in the face. he lets go and thuds against the ground and i hear him laugh.

my breaths are harsh and i cant stop crying. hes fucking crazy.

"its just you and me again, waiting on your boyfriend. dont you get deja vu?" he says.

fuck! "san, dont come here!" i yell out. am i even helping? fuck, i dont know what to do!

"hongjoong!" i hear san's voice and running. fuck me! "where are you, you fucking bastard!"

***

san

the gunshots send my blood pressure spiking. whys he going after her? why did i leave him alone with her AGAIN?

"san, dont come here!" i hear her voice. she sounds desperate. he fucking found her. he found her and hes luring me out.

i dont even care. he has to die regardless. and one of us will. as long as it isnt her.

i run in, my gun cocked and ready. "hongjoong! where are you, you fucking bastard!"

i sprint through the maze of containers, gripping the gun so tightly my knuckles ache. i turn a corner, my eyes are scanning quick, but the morning light doesnt help. everything looks like a shadow or sillhouette.

then, i see her.

shes sitting up on top of a container with her knees to her chest, trying to stay in the unreachable middle.

and hongjoong is right below.

my chest heaves as he turns around, looking me right in the face. he was laughing with her, but as soon as he saw me, his eyes darkened like a demon.

"there you are," he says. "this is how you finish a job."

he lifts the shotgun and fires.

i see it coming, throwing myself to the side. but my ears start ringing and something on my arm stings and burns, but i dont stop moving. i raise my gun and fire rapidly at him while hes in the middle of a reload.

he ducks behind a container, the bullets flying into the metal. i hear him reload. i quickly force myself up and run the other way around, trying to catch him on the other side.

but when i get to that side of the container, its empty. the ghost of him is here.

Boom!

a spark lands right by the edge of my container, almost deafening. i turn in that direction and fire my gun again, feeling it warm in my hand with every bullet that leaves. each bullet lands after him like a trail of bread crumbs, but nothing lands. im low, i can feel it.

i stay low and move quietly, trying to flank him. i duck somewhere low to think. hes better with short range and heavy damage.

i need to get close before he blasts again.

"san!" yaera's voice calls from above. "hes reloading! now!"

i come out from my hiding and we both fire at the same time. the recoil punches my arm. i see the spark of his shot hitting the container behind me, so fucking close to my head. he drops the shotgun and curses, then comes running at me.

i fire at him, hearing the emptiness of the clip. fuck!

he crashes into me, ramming me into the container and the gun drops from my hand.

his fist clashes into my face twice, but i catch his arm the third time, throwing him into the container. i aim my elbow at his head, but hongjoong shoves me back before i can reach him, thrusting his knee into my stomach.

next thing i know, im on the ground, and crawling away.

hongjoong spits blood onto the floor, the blood trickling down his chin as he gazes at me with hell in his eyes.

***

yaera

this isnt a fight san can win. with a gun or not.

watching hongjoong beat the shit out of him, i can tell that if san doesnt get hold of a weapon, hes going to die. hongjoong is merciless. i watch helplessly as he kicks the shit out of san, whos curled into a ball and trying to creep away.

"fucking get up," hongjoong spits at him, pulling him up by his hair.

san needs a gun. and quick. didnt lucas or wooyoung have one on them?

the idea makes my skin flush with cold. i slide to the edge of the container and jump down, running back to where wooyoung and lucas lay. i check the duffelbag wooyoung carried, digging in through his clothes and finding a massive shotgun lying underneath. i freeze at the sight of it, knowing that if hongjoong gets hold of it, which is likely to happen with san like that, he'd die.

"here," a voice croaks. i jump as lucas moves, slowly reaching into his jacket to hand me a smaller gun. it looks like the gun i stole from san.

hes bleeding from somewhere on his chest, but i cant see where. hes not gone yet. he looks like hes still holding on. i take the gun from him. i look at wooyoung quickly, hoping he'd move too.

the side of his head is gone.

the sight of wooyoung makes me dart for san.

when i get back to them, hongjoong is wrestling san on the floor. he has san's head in his grip and hes using it to slam his skull onto the ground. san is completely dazed. hes fucking out of it. i lift the gun and aim, but nothing happens.

there are bullets in. fuck, lucas wouldnt give it to me if it was empty, right?

"the safety's on, sweetheart," hongjoong appears infront of me with a smile. he takes the gun from me and takes off the safety, then points it at my head.

im done.

i close my eyes, waiting for it to come. but im slammed into the container, tangled in other limbs. san and hongjoong are sprawled infront of me, and the gun slides off to the side. i crawl past them to get it, but my hair is grabbed and im yanked back.

hongjoong bites into my cheek and i scream as i feel blood trickle down my top. hes fucking biting me! is he a dog! he wont let go of me. before i know it, a shot goes off and knocks my hearing out, and i feel hongjoong's jaw slacken on my face.

he slides down ontop of me, and i see san standing above us, having shot hongjoong point blank.

san kicks him off of me and picks me up and i feel my face sting. he fucking bit me. tears run down my cheeks and burn the bite even more. san looks at me, his entire face fucked up and head stained with blood, putting my arm over his shoulder as we walk away from hongjoong's body.

the vibration of a ship's horn echoes through my chest and i hear metal groaning in the distance. we walk out from behind the containers and see its shape on the horizon.

***

san

"lucas is still alive," yaera tells me. i can barely hear her.

wooyoung.

we limp towards them, and lucas sits up, holding his chest. somehow, hes not dead. but his hands are covered in blood.

yaera drops down next to him, taking off my hoodie and pressing it against his wound. he lets out a gutteral cry.

i drop down next to wooyoung, who hasnt moved at all.

an entire lake of blood lay next to his head. only one of his eyes are still left, closed serenely, looking like he was just having a really good nap. i pull him up and hold him, feeling his warmth seep into my clothes. its dripping down my skin.

"wooyoung..." i squeeze him tightly, feeling my eyes burn. "wooyoung...the boat's here."

lucas groans, snapping me out of everything. he lifts his head from yaera's chest. "go...get on the...boat," he says with difficulty.

"what about you?" yaera asks tearfully. her flesh is hanging off her face.

"just go, i'll be right...behind you guys," lucas grits out.

i lay wooyoung back down and get up. yaera tries to help lucas stand up, but hes tall and heavy, so i help her. the three of us limb toward the ship to hong kong. our heads are empty. we dont argue. we dont even speak. we just move.

the sun has started to rise.

goodbye wooyoung.

***

next chapter

a/n: chat, how are we feeling?

[nerdle-turdle]

Just realized I never posted my thoughts on the deh movie and posting thoughts on deh is kind of what I do so here we go.

First of all, rest in piece Anybody Have a Map, Disappear, and To Break in a Glove. But perhaps it's better that they didn't get to you.

I liked the composition of the first scene.

HATED Waving Through a Window, the whole thing is how he reaches out but isn't noticed. Bro just stood there like 🧍‍♂️Also, you don't know that he fell out of a tree and wasn't found. They don't mention it until after, so he's just "WHEN YOURE FALLING IN A FOREST" and you don't have context. You also don't have context of who he is in general. You haven't seen him interact with anyone who isn't his mom.

"You know what's not phenomenal? Deforestation." I love Alana for that. Delivery was on point.

Liked how Evan noticed Connor before they interacted.

They removed Jared's internalized homophobia. Why. Why would you do that. He was still iconic but he wasn't JARED.

What was the scene where Connor gets mad at Evan. Why isn't Jared the one to say it??? He didn't push him he just yelled?? And Evan didn't even laugh????

I never thought of how Connor pushing him might make him freak out bc of falling and the tree, so I did love that.

Uhhh I forget whether this scene is after Connor pushes him or after he learns that Connor is dead, but I liked the panic attack in the bathroom bc I thought of that before I read the book or watched the movie so I am simply correct.

Cannot believe Larry is his step-father WHY.

Also, Cynthia was barely misty-eyed, and the fighting was so toned down. His original motivation before the selfishness kicked in was that he'd never seen anyone as sad as she had been.

Evan didn't say "Friends????" And that annoyed me.

For Forever, he didn't lie for so long, they just did it for him and that pissed me off.

Larry said, "Somebody had to be the bad guy." like he was discussing the weather. Why. Cynthia laughed after she said, "That wasn't very nice." COME ON.

There was NO SUN when he sang, "Until the entire sun shines on my face." WHY. And the oak tree was kind of ugly. And WHERE is my yellow field. Why wasn't Connor in it pleaaaaaaase. That was so not For Forever it hurt.

While watching it, I showed my sister who truthfully does not care much about deh some scenes and she got mad as well. Woohoo.

Jared calling his gym teacher a fascist for telling them to run was a mood. Also loved how he was like, "Next you're gonna want EMAILS from me . I am making you emails." Ok homo

I liked the liberal thumbs up in sincerely me, but not much else.

Larry what is wrong with you

Cynthia why are you like this

Zoe <3<3<3<3<3

My favorite thing of the entire movie was the Murphy siblings. The punches on Connor's wall were a great addition, I loved Requiem. Also, the story they added in when Zoe was mad at her mom was great. Tragic, and more so when you consider if she was 12, then he was 13-14.

I think Alana is a great person and I would love to be friends with her, and I love her very much. That being said. That was not the same Alana.

Zoe and Evan were in the kitchen???? They didn't even kiss???? It was lowkey scary???? Where is my YOU KISSED ZOE MURPHY. ON HER BROTHERS BED. AFTER HE DIEEEEEED.

They should have kept fake Connor in. Why didn't they keep him in.

Alana came up with the Connor Project, which removes Evan's selfishness and indulgence in the lie. Why.

"And everybody's secret is that they have that secret side" YESSSS YES YES YES

I love parallels between the Murphy siblings but the guitar is Zoe's thing, let her have this one thing.

Jared instantly putting his phone down to watch Evan. Gay gay homosexual gay

He didn't have the mic ARGH

The clickbait title on you will be found made me chuckle.

They let Larry cry, thank God.

"Connor loved baseball" hhUUuuuUHHHHHHHHH mhm. Yeah. Just like he loved skiing.

WHY WASNT HEIDI MAD.

Loved the conviction on "I KNOW there's something wrong with that."

Thank you, Alana, for pointing out how the months didn't match up with him breaking his arm.

"They already lost one son." Oughhhhhh

Why did they change the finale letter.

Overall, my main issue with the movie was that it sanitized it. It seemed as if it was trying to excuse everyone's actions, which overall made it worse because it destroyed the themes. I found the characters less likeable despite the fact they made them "better" (Jared less biting, Zoe less aggressive towards Evan, Heidi less mad, jealous, and neglectful, Evan less bitter and selfish, don't get me started on Larry, ect.) and thus they didn't seem as human to me.

[bridgyrose]

Alright new prompt idea:

Everyone's weapons suddenly became sentient and gained the ability to talk.

(We'll start with one and work our way around.)

“Be careful where you’re swinging me!” 

Ruby stopped for a moment as she heard the voice ring out from next to her, eyes glancing to try to find who yelled out to her. It didnt sound like Weiss’s or Penny’s, a bit more like Yang’s, but… she knew that couldnt be right since Yang was back with Blake and Jaune at the village. Though, there wasnt anyone else around her to talk to her. 

“Ruby, watch out!” 

Ruby took a quick step back as Penny blasted a grimm that rushed at her, heart pounding as she realized she had almost let her guard down. “T-thanks Penny.” 

Penny rushed to Ruby’s side. “Your heart is beating rapidly. Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” Ruby answered back with a small smile, aware that Penny had scanned her before coming over. “You dont need to worry.” 

“And its not like you to get distracted in a fight,” Weiss said as she let go of the glyph that created an earthen wall around them. “Are you sure you’re okay?” 

Ruby nodded and folded up her scythe once she was sure the grimm were taking care of. “I thought I heard someone yell out to me.” 

Penny looked a bit confused. “But there is no one else here with us.” 

“I know.” Ruby put her scythe onto her back and sighed. “Maybe my communicator picked up someone else’s frequency. I doubt we’re the only huntresses who were sent all the way out here in Anima.” 

Weiss shrugged and sheathed her rapier. “In that case, it might be best for us to use Penny’s scroll as a relay. That way we can make sure its only us that we hear.” 

“I’d rather keep everything the way it is in case Yang needs to reach us.” Ruby pulled out her scroll and removed one of the markers from a map. “Looks like we have two more areas to check for grimm. Then we can return to the village for the night and leave in the morning.” 

Penny smiled. “Lead the way.” 

Ruby nodded and started to make her way through the forest, eyes peeled as kept an eye out for other grimm that they might’ve missed. Though, her mind was still distracted by whoever yelled out to her. Penny was right, there wasnt anyone else with them, but she could’ve sworn the voice came from right next to her. She turned off her communicator for a moment to let it reboot as she walked deeper into the forest, watching as the sunlight almost seemed to disappear when leaves got thicker. 

“The next time we fight grimm, make sure not to hit the plating on them,” the voice spoke up again behind Ruby. “I know I can cut through it, but it still hurts to do that.” 

Ruby paused in her step and readied her scythe, looking behind her. “Who’s there?” 

“Did you hear something again?” Penny asked. 

“I-I thought I did,” Ruby said as she lowered her scythe. “It sounded like someone spoke to me right behind me.” 

The voice spoke again, but this time quieter and sounded more like it was in Ruby’s head. “Because I was on your back. But now that I’m in your hands, can you please check my blade? I’m pretty sure its dented from our last fight.” 

Ruby almost felt her heart stop as she looked around for where the voice came from again. Someone had to have been messing with her. Fox had telepathy that let him speak to others in their heads, so it wouldnt be too far-fetched to think that another huntsman would have a semblance similar to his. Though, as she looked down at her scythe, she swore she saw a reflection that wasnt her own in the metal of the blade.  

“You see how my blade is dented, right? Can you please fix that?” 

“Who are you?” 

“Crescent Rose,” the voice answered, its tone starting to become a bit sarcastic. “You were the one to give me that name.” 

“Crescent Rose.” Ruby whispered under her breath, still staring at her scythe. Normally, she’d been thrilled to find out her weapon could talk, but right now, it seemed like a nightmare. Another voice to listen to, one that she couldnt tell was real or not. “I’ll check your blade after we have a moment to rest. Until then, I have to keep fighting.” 

“Fine,” Crescent Rose answered. 

“You have been staring at your weapon for a while,” Penny said. “Are you sure you are okay?” 

Ruby jumped a bit as she felt Penny’s hand on her shoulder, quickly folding up her weapon and placing it on her back. “Of course I’m fine!” she lied. “Never felt better! We’re almost to the next recon point, so I think its time for us to start moving forward!” 

Weiss put up a glyph. “Oh no you dont.” 

Ruby stopped just before hitting the glyph, turning around to face Penny and Weiss. “Look, what’s going on with me doesnt matter right now. What does is finishing our mission to make sure this new settlement  is able to survive. If we dont then it’ll get overrun and-” she paused for a moment as she watched Weiss unsheathe her sword and look at it. “Weiss? Are you listening?” 

“Y-yeah, I’m listening,” Weiss said as she sheathed her rapier. “You’re right. We need to finish this mission before we worry about anything else.” 

Ruby nodded slowly, not sure why Weiss had a sudden change of heart but not really willing to argue with it. Afterall, it meant that they could start moving forward for the moment. Though, the way Weiss glanced at her rapier looked the same way she did. The look of confusion on her face, the sudden change in how she acted, all familiar to what she just experienced. 

“There’s been a change in plans,” Yang’s voice said over the communicator. “I need you, Weiss, and Penny back at the village.” 

“What for?” Ruby asked. “We’re still tracking down the last of the grimm-” 

“It’ll be easier to explain once you get back. I’m not sure how much you’d believe.” 

“What about the grimm? If we dont take care of them, they’ll come back again.” 

“That’ll be a fight we’ll take care of when it happens.” 

“Understood,” Ruby said with a sigh. “Looks like we’re going back to the village.” 

Penny paused for a moment as she looked out towards the direction they had been heading. “Are you sure that is a good idea?” 

“No, but… Yang said it was important.” Ruby sighed and started walking to the village again. “Worst case, the grimm attack again and we’ll be ready-” 

“Grimm to your left,” Crescent Rose interrupted. 

Ruby stopped and looked to her left, watching as a few of the bushes started to shake as a pack of beowolves jumped out at them. She quickly grabbed her scythe, unfolded it and smirked as she sliced at the closest grimm. Maybe having a talking weapon wasnt going to be too awful. 

[steeb-stn]

Once joel and ellie settle in jackson, maria expects the cool attitude she gets from him. its not like they got off on the right foot, and he made it pretty clear he wasnt thrilled with her addition to the family…

but what she doesnt expect is him like. Doing nice things for her??? Shes nine months pregnant and everything is sore and shes sits down at the dining table thinking she’ll rest a minute before getting her plate, but before she knows it theres a plate of hot food set before her. She’s making the trek from her house to the council hall, juggling a baby in a sling and a diaper bag and a stack of books and maps, and joel catches her and takes most of the toppling stack off her hands. Maria having a bad cold and one day finding a jar of honey on her kitchen counter next to the kettle which is apparently from joel, who just had it lying around after trading game for it. Tommy breaks his ankle and cant shovel out their front walk so maria prepares to do it one morning, only to find it already cleared when she opens up the door.

and the funniest thing is he’s still so gruff while doing all these nice things, its almost a little comical. But Joel takes care of his people, and she’s one of his people now whether either of them like it or not

[kieranpon-nogood-awful-semester]

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

(Hope you don't mind that I sent multiple)

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

I choose the POV on what I think is best for the scene I want to show in mind. Example being the end of chapter 6. Yeah I could've written the scene from Kieran's perspective, but having Juliana, the only one who hadn't drank the punch, see it affecting Kieran I thought could make for an interesting switch. Same goes for the Carmine POV in chapter 12. I wanted to add some good Carmine and Kieran sibling shenanigans and writing it from Carmine's POV and how shes handling things I felt could add some interesting drama.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Sweet and sour Dipplins, Teal Mayhem, Everything from the Easedropper Series

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

So so many, some are one shots, some are whole multi chapter fics. Sequels to Another no good, Au's of the au. One right now im really spinning is an Au where Kieran had enough of the bullying and became like his indigo disk counterpart, thralling pokemon to work for him and overthrow the league.

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

PLAN. It doesnt need to me a super indepth doc, and you dont need 100% planned right away, but its a good idea to have whole planning sessions that are dedicated to mapping out the next 3 or 4 chapters. if your doing a oneshot, a plan for what events happen in what order is a good idea. Again it doesn't need to be super fleshed out, it just needs to make sense to you what order of events are happening. An example this is the first half of chapter 12 laid out in my planning doc:

It goes over the main beats, but leaves room to add stuff (like the carmine scene which wasnt originally planned).

And I dont mind multiples at all! I love answering quetions on my fic and process.

[helloiamadrawer]

‼️RANT‼️(my review on the ending of episode 2 of TADC, mostly when Caine sends Gummigoo back to NPC Land)

tw: basically my own opinion of Caine in EP 2, mentions of spoilers

So..aside from the very heart touching message from the scene of Kaufmo's funeral..

Some of the masses have now turned their backs on Caine saying he supposedly "killed off" Gummigoo (which I understand why some ppl would feel like that) which to me I don't think he killed him he probably just sent him back, because as we all know he IS an NPC but with feelings ever since he's realized he was in the map.

BUT..if Caine ever did kill him, remember: HE IS AN AI WHO DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER, he's oblivious to what he has made, he just needs to hear what has been said and understand before making his own decision to make people disappear in via confetti. Aside from that..

Alex Rochon, the VA himself has actually said he's still rooting for Caine as shown here.

The series has just begun as well so there's hope for improvement for this sweet boi, unless Goose wants to make him a despicable,devious villain that I have to hate for the rest of the series (she'll have to try reallllllllyyy hard to do that)

No, this does not mean I hate Gummigoo, he was a good character and hopefully we will get to see him again in the next few episodes. Even though he could have been Pomni's first official friend she had official friends all along when she first landed in the circus 🥺 (aside from Jax because his hand wasnt the one saving her from her dream)

In conclusion, Caine need to learn how to acknowledge feelings from another humans' perspective that's all.

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Hiya Goose! For the ask game pls!

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)? (Ghost and Franca)

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates? (Frank and Jodie)

If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them? (Soap and Nannete)

Witch, my lovely, my dear <3 I hope you enjoy this answer ^u^

Ghost and Franca

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

Firstly, it depends on the meaning of intimacy. Now, I'm guessing this question intends it to mean anything from like... physical affection to sexual relations right? (lmao I sound so robotic-)

It's a complicated answer because 1) Ghost is a very complex character and has had things happen to him in the past which would affect this and 2) Franca is pretty much the same, just... less trauma. Or trauma for entirely different reasons.

So, with that in mind, I would say it would most like depend on the context; smaller actions of intimacy, touches, kisses, hugs, being physically close with each other, that would be a mutual kind of thing. There would be silent conversation, little looks to make sure everything is ok, that they're both comfortable. It gets a little easier the longer they're in the relationship.

Sexual intimacy? At first that would most likely be initiated via a conversation by Franca; to understand where they stand on that kind of thing. To understand what the best way to navigate those feelings is without causing any more harm to Ghost given his past. Franca would be super understanding (also she'd want to stab anyone who had ever harmed Ghost with a rusty needle even though he's twice her size and can handle himself).

By that point, it would most likely be verbal affirmation that they both want this.

Verbal consent is sexy and very much needed for the both of them.

Frank and Jodie

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?

Frank tends to drive on longer journeys while Jodie will have a map in her lap and giving directions. I can imagine that they both really plan out their travels prior to even entering the car (if it's a new destination). Imagine Frank settling the map on the dining room table, pouring over it, to then call Jodie over to double check that 1) she's good with the route plan and 2) there isn't an easier way that Frank might have missed.

All I can imagine, too, is that Frank's military training would probably kick in with this so if they got lost, something went wrong, they'd be pulled the car over, placing the map and relevant tools on the bonnet and both working together to figure out where to go from there.

Soap and Nanette

If there wasn't enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

Ok, I'm best using an example because to help my brain put the image into words:

Imagine they're at an airport, flight is delayed for some reason, and they're having to wait in the terminal. All but one of the seats is taken and John would be near sprinting to it to make sure it doesn't get taken. He stands by it, like a guard dog, giving a stern look to anyone that might be eyeing it up. He'd then take his wife's bag, huddle the luggage together and make sure Nanette is comfortable on the seat.

For himself? He probably props himself up against the wall next to them, if there's no wall, then he would stand with his hand rested on the back of the seat, close to her. After a while, Nanette would insist he takes the seat for a bit, cause she doesn't like that he's just standing about, possibly getting tired. He'd compromise by either sitting on the floor next to her. But he wouldn't be taking her seat, not at all.

If there are no seats at all and he could sense Nanette getting tired, guaranteed he'd find something to sit on and then pull her to his lap and he'd become the seat lol.

When they have the baby, he'd be even more adamant that any seats are taken by his wife and child first, before himself.

[heyyallitsbeth]

Im realizing as i evaluate my own ideas for a DBD killer tier list, that Chucky may honestly be the #2 best killer, he may outpace Blight just a bit. Both have insane tech, mobility, domination over certain loops, etc, but Chucky has one thing Blight doesnt, consistency. Blight you need thousands of hours in and perfect map knowledge, and you will STILL bump into things unintentionally or slide clean off of an object because the collision wasnt pixel perfect. Chucky just doesnt have that issue.

And honestly, regardless if he's #2 or #3, he deserves that top 3 medal! Nearly every other horror icon in the game is literally F tier. Michael Myers is weak, Freddy Krueger had a moment in the sun, but he was nerfed brutally twice and got everything unique about him ripped away (and no voice lines sad), and Sadako also had a moment at the top, but she's being nerfed back to being an F tier next patch. And then you have Leatherface and Ghost Face who are both perfectly fine, but wavering more towards the weak side. Then Chucky comes out and he's straight up top tier, not the strongest but at least Bronze Medalist. AND he's supportive of trans rights, so actually it's pretty based Chucky is as good as he is.

(also i think its funny that all killers are fighting for the #2 spot since our Queen, the Nurse, has been the strongest since the moment her dlc dropped, what an icon)

[am-i-sans]

goof off dnd 4

more goofing off! spent a long time trying to figure out how to bring the party back together.

moss gave shades magic info about a dungeon! an abandoned treasure vault in a chasm. SO we need spingledorf. SO i gotta find nana.

found nana! she has my dog :( meanie. nana doesnt wanna but is like 'aight ill go so i can hit him.' we find an elf man who saw dorf so off we go into the magic circle.

i told him i found dirt! but he runs cause hes scared of nana lol. me and nana apologized so dorf would be happy. but i dont know where the chasm is! and the portal closed so we gotta walk. dorf is gonna summon a spectral stead.

i pull out my map and try to find the location. found it lets goooo! nana went outside for some kush lol. shades helps dorf and nana up. off they go! (moss got supremely angry we were riding the horse wrong lol)

found the chasm! gotta climb down! got my rope and pitons lets not fall to our deaths ok? tunnels! its moist and smells like shit. dorf finds a chest! shades says it could be a chest SO dorf decides to fuckin firebolt it. gas fills the cavern. good job. asshole. were knocked out.

we wake up 2 hours later and henry made his way down somehow. good job! nana is surrounded by swirling energy! she spun in circles to avoid them but it didnt work. dorf said it some kind of wild magic. it lasts 24 hours lol.

nana punches it but nothing happens. dorf touches it, nothing happens. were stuck with it, so further into the cave we go! we find a magic circle and parchment. the circle is designed to keep people out with nonmagical means.

its a text about medicine. theres also some powder and liquid and some beakers and some potions. nana breaks a powder vial for fun and has to make a saving throw. she also breaks a liquid one. shes wearing boots so nothing happens and thats sus.

when nana tries to speak, pink bubbles come out of her mouth! i take the rest of the vials cause dear god nana is trying to kill herself this way. i walk dorf away and give him the vials. oil of taggit and purple worm poison. stick those in my bag. lets carefully continue.

i turned vibrant blue?! i need a remove curse spell. do that later though. CYCLOPS. dorf uses comprehend languages! but dorf cant speak giant. oh no. nana starts walking away while im pantomiming at the wild magic. also shes walking slower than usual.

dorf gives the cyclops jerky. so we go through the next room. furniture pog. some vases. a drum. and still smells like shit. we also hear footsteps. i go and listen at the door. i hear footsteps moving away and stopping. i slowly open the door. theres a pit! right there!

we jump over the pit! dorf just barely misses it. but i yank him fast. were in a hallway! we hear scrabbling! i pull out my dagger and carefully walk ahead. a screech pierces the air! and it smells like sulfer!

dorf pulls out an orb of spying. a rat or something? nana squished it. but that wasnt the true enemy! sus! we also find a bright green slime! its clinging to everything in patches. NANA WANTS TO EAT IT! 8 acid damage dummy. and another 6 damage for touching it.

were stopping here cause raz needs to go eepy.

[buffa-z]

ep 11

ace: seriously why do you not want to be my sister so bad

tsumuri: we're complete strangers

meanwhile theyre making the exact same expression just looking in different directions

tsumuri covering her ear when ace calls back to girori

even girori is getting fed up LOL his head breaking thru the "father" graphic

ok so actually looking at this layout of ace's five wish cards that means this is his fifth game? meaning that the length per game is usually closer to a year, considering he joined while in high school and is currently 21. doing the math, that means that this should be michinaga's third game actually, not fourth, so ill have to fix that. but thats crazy bc that means the game from the first episode was his first game

i forgot aces wish is to become staff

the glass pickup/put down cut fuck yes

girori: please punkjack you need to kill this guy

tsumuri: well hold on you cant say that

time for one of my favorite episodes

the log sound playing when keiwa scratches off the tanuki icon

even the child gambles - remember when this was a show about gambling? lets bring that back 👍

yuppp youre going in the labyrinth. i love that shot

neons outfit is so cute. too bad she has to run away from home

again this is a new build house, id place it around 2010 if i had to guess. which is really interesting to contrast with ace's older house and what it says about their situations

as much as i dont like neon's mom i also dont like her being posed as a hysteric next to neon's dad, making him seem like a rational actor and her a crazy woman

ace: im so fucking glad youre not staying in that house. (please come live at my house)

neon: ok back to business. why dont you just wish to find your mom?

ace constantly like interrogating neon's belief in him and her giving realistic measured answers and ace is like wow im actually so pleased to be talking to you right now

ace: the dgp wouldnt let me wish to see my mom bc of some unknown reason so i have to make increasingly strange wishes trying to look for her

the wall behind him:

ace confidently insisting his mom is someone worth fighting for, now its neon's turn to have silent doubts

THE FLOOR JUST DROPS OUT FROM UNDER THEM even tsumuri wasnt prepared

pack it up spy kids

LABYRINTH GAME TIMEEEEES

michinaga being the first to stand. well he has the most practice getting up off the ground

jamato pocket dimension

tsumuri: (passive aggressive reminder not to fucking tell the civilians whats happening or let them touch your id core)

michinaga feminist moment. you will not harass women on his watch.

keiwa is always hanging out with old people or children and i think that has an effect on her.

maid dress plus morningstar frankly goes crazy

JAMATO BUCKLE DEBUT the music is so good

DONT STEAL HER BUCKLE ASSHOLE

it is funny that the so called funk/metal/rock guitar sounds are distinctly not those characteristic of their respective genre. that is not metal guitar but good try

remember when the jamariders were a big deal

phone call from the gm and theyre all split up. i love the map graphic too

i honestly honestly wish that there were more games like this. i love the idea of jamato as almost like ants or termites whose evolutionary purpose is to turn human structures and lives into these twisted esoteric mazes that the riders have to navigate. almost like if a whole arc took place inside of the pandora tower

lets get the gambling back in here

girori staring down the phone that goes to archimedel: what did you put in my game you son of a bitch

oh wait yeah this is actually the first time we get to see archimedel and the baby jamato

theyre a little cutes tho

TOGETCHI CORE SPOTTED

at first i thought the vine collars were ivy but it looks like theyre actually a copperleaf or coleus variant

lets learn the puzzle!

ace: heres the clue im going to think it with my mind

neon: let me take a photo on my phone

ace like "lets share information what do you know" and neon is like "i dont know anything but my dad seems to" and ace is nodding like yes we will find and hurt your dad

i do like how much ace fights out of suit tbh

punkjack fucking with the code plaques lmao

michinaga: hey why do You guys want geats out

cut to geats baywatch running thru the manor

accurate corinthian pillars spotted!!!! this is a renaissance revival build if i ever saw one

ace loudly talking about all the dgp rules in front of civillians including keiwa. this is why tsumuri doesnt like you

lets go grandpa

uh oh grandpa

nago telling keiwa to help the man as if they still know each other

ace, who has never lost: come on stop being so pessimistic you have to believe you can win

LETS GO GOLDEN FEVER

luckiest guy on earth: just decide to be lucky

this buckle is a special glue that lets you walk up and down almost anything

i still so strongly associate the jamarider silhouette with buffa its strange to see just some jamato using it

and of course the music is crazy

lets get kon in here to kill everyone

dude you're getting your yucky bike tires all over my renaissance revival tile foyer

[bridgyrose]

So, for my next prompt idea...

Someone makes an attempt on Willow's life, thinking she'd be easy picking. She easily kicks their ass.

(I can do something with that)

Sienna smirked as she cut through one of the windows of Schnee manor, careful to make sure the glass didnt shatter or break. She slowly made her way in, moving the sabyr mask down to cover her face and opening the window for the rest of her team. “Its clear.” 

A couple White Fang operatives climbed in through the window, adjusting their own masks to keep their identities from being seen. “And you’re sure she’s here?” one of them asked. 

“While Jacques may be out, Willow is here.” Sienna closed the window and pulled out a burner scroll she carried, thumbing through until she found the layout of the manor. “Willow was left alone this weekend, which makes her the perfect target to make the SDC pay for what they’ve done.” 

“Wouldnt Jacques be better to kill?” the other White Fang agent asked. 

Sienna put her scroll back and gripped the hilt of her weapon as she made her way to the door. “Normally, but this company is like a hydra. Take one head out, and two more seem to take it’s place. Killing Jacques wont do anything but make the board of directors double down on everything they’re doing and causing more problems for us. Though, by killing his wife, that’ll force him to have to act and bring him and the rest of the heads of the SDC into easier reach to kill them all at once rather than one at a time.” 

“And if this doesnt work?” 

“It has too.” Sienna slowly opened the door to the small office she had ended up in, peeking out into the hallway to make sure her intel was right. While most of the servants of the manor didnt live here, there were still a few servants that would still roam the halls in case anyone in the family needed assistance. Though, since Jacques was out at another meeting in Mistral and the kids that Willow had were off at their respective schools until their next break, it meant that Willow was alone with minimal staff around. Not that the staff would really care after a few bribes in case they were caught. 

A grin crossed her lips as she quietly made her way through the halls, avoiding the few cameras that littered the halls, shooting them to make sure none of them caught what was going on. The few servants that she ran into were easily bribed to look the other way, and those that couldnt be were easily subdued and locked into another room by her team. Sienna stopped after she reached a door at the end of the hall, pulling up the map of the manor and directing through the door, up a flight of stairs, and through another couple hallways until she and her team finally reached the master bedroom. She slowly opened the door, quietly motioning for her team to follow in. 

The White Fang agents made their way in just as quietly as they’d been through the halls, quickly taking either side of the bed. Sienna grinned as she made her way to the foot of the bed, whip in hand as she swung it around. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a blade towards the head of the bed. She pulled the blanket off, freezing when she saw that Willow wasnt there. “Where-” 

Unsteady footsteps echoed through the hallway as someone stumbled towards the bedroom, glass shattering as a glass slipped out of hand. “I-I guess that’s enough to drink tonight.” 

Sienna motioned for her team to get to the edges of the room, taking to the shadows herself as she watched Willow walk into the bedroom. She slipped one of the blades off her whip, gripping it as she watched the matron of the Schnees close the door with a glyph and nearly collapse on the bed. Finally, her target was here in front of her, helpless. She threw the blade at Willow, smirk on her face as it went true to her target. 

A glyph stopped the blade as Willow rolled over. “I’m not drunk enough to not know someone is in my room.” 

Sienna frowned and readied her whip as she watched Willow sit up, a growl escaping her lips as she rushed forward and threw the blade at Willow. Another glyph stopped the blade, as Willow stood up and grabbed the sword she kept next to her bed. A glyph appeared behind her as a boarbatusk rose from it, blue eyes looking around at the other two White Fang that stood at the edges of the room. 

“Guess it wasnt a complete waste to keep this,” Willow said as she held her blade unsteadily in her hand, years out of practice. She stumbled a bit as she got her feet into position, watching the assassins in her room. “But I know how to handle people like you.” 

“Then show me,” SIenna growled out as she rushed towards Willow, swinging her whip around to strike at her. 

Willow drunkenly staggered out of the way, her boar charging at the other two White Fang members as she used a series of glyphs to block each strike, then using her sword to slash at Sienna. 

Sienna pulled back as she felt the blade slice through her aura and nick her arm. She frowned as she watched the blood drip, then she turned towards her partners who were struggling to keep the boarbatusk summon at bay, leading it down the hallway as it slammed into the walls. Lights turned on outside the manor as a few of the servants that were still here started to make their way outside. 

“I used to be a huntress!” Willow yelled out as she sliced at Sienna again, narrowly missing her. “Now get out of my house!” 

Sienna quickly went on the defensive as she twirled her whip around, avoiding each staggered slash that came at her and knocking each stab away. “Adam! Ilia! We need to get out of here!” 

Adam sliced through the summon and growled. “We can take her-” 

“Its not about whether we can win, its about getting out of her and living another day!” Sienna blocked another slash with her whip, slicing through the air and causing an explosion of ice in front of her. “Killing her is not worth getting arrested!” 

Ilia lowered her whip as a few sirens started to fill the air, coming towards the manor. “She’s right. If we kill her now, we’ll be thrown into the mines here for sure.” 

Adam sheathed his blade and frowned. “Fine, but we will kill her.” 

“We will.” Sienna pulled back from the ice in the hallway as it shattered, her aura flickering as another boarbatusk summon slammed into her. She picked herself up as she watched Willow walk to the ruined doorway, two summoned boarbatusks behind her as another glyph started to spawn in front of her. With a growl, she pulled out a fire dust crystal and threw it hard into the ground. 

Willow put up another glyph to keep herself safe from the explosion, coughing as smoke filled the hallway. Sienna took the moment to rush out the window, using her whip to swing around to the roof to hide in the shadows, watching Ilia and Adam rush off on their own. She held her arm where Willow’s blade had struck, sighing as she ran off to get away. 

[voidselfshipp]

Married to a god

Summary: in which during the events of pirates of the caribbean 2 show William he is married to an eldritch being.

Cw: suggestive stuff at the end.

->I didnt feel like giving the full context of everything, just go along with it if you havent seen the movies.

->ONLY MUTUALS ALLOWED TO REBLOG.

Just as dorma approaches William, she stops. Theres a raw fear that plagues her and she stands back, primal fear of  a mind that does not comprehend what it is experiencing. Theres a ward on that Man before her, something ancient that has claimed him as theirs.

Thats when they step in, Brown hair and green eyes that almost seemed like emerald flames. He stands behind William and stares at Dorma with murder and hate in his eyes. She sees his true face, large ears and eyes, flaming hair, bright light almost too bright to look at. There,that is that ancient thing,full of anger and hatred.

She had stepped over a boundary.

Dorma jumps back muttering an "apologies" and scurrying behind her desk. William steps in and behind him comes jerico, and Turner is no strange to his lover's jealousy. he smirks and takes his hand,Kissing his knuckles and murmuring--my heart Belongs to you, and you only

Jerico sighs between his teeth, nodding and pressing a kiss to his temple. His eyes fall on the necklace of a sun Will is wearing and the captain of the solar raze relaxes.

Amused by his husbands antics, Turner decides to sit on his lap while Jack talks to dorma, letting his lover's arms wrap around his waist and pull him flush to his chest.

--Jealous much?--He teases with a shit eating smirk.

--If she dares lay a hand on you--He sneers with hatred.

--She wont,your hands are the only ones I want laying on me--He replied to then Gently slap his ribs and with a playfull tone add-- now,behave

--Fine...

--We are looking for this--William says laying down a map on the table.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

--You truly are mad--Jerico protested jumping from handrail to handrail in the Fallen half sunk ship with an inhuman speed jumping like animals do.

--Thats why you love me,dont you?--He teased sliding down the main deck to the edge of where the sunk ship was cut in half.

--And I also love you alive and well!--he added jumping to a rope, grabbing on to it and falling down Next to his lover.

--Fair --The other Man added--

《♡♡♡♡♡♡》

"Captured in the flying dutchman, fucking great" jerico thought looking at his lover, preocuppied-- not your finest moment, ay love?

--Youre not helping--his husband replied,breathing heavily as davy jones steps in.

The captain of the solar raze would be terrifed of Davy Jones if it wasnt because he had seen far worse. He sighs and rolls his eyes as the infamoud captain of the flying dutchman intimidates one of the sailor from the sunken ship.

"Sun,moon and stars help me this guy is a tool" jeri thinks struggling against the restraints. He could get free...but he would risk being discovered for who...what..he was. His eyes looked at his lover and stopped struggling, Deciding to remain silent.

Though his fists tighten as davy interrogates William, but is delighted when he suddenly leaves to haggle at Jack sparrow, a mile or two away from the boat.

He sighs and nuzzles William's shoulder whispering something in a language the other Man doesnt recognize. Suddenly the cold sea doesnt feel that cold and a warmth series over his body that lets his circulation warm up his hands.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

--have You not met will Turner?-- Jack started,barganing with davy Jones--hes noble, heroic,terrific soprano. Worth at least four...maybe three and a half? And I happen to mention hes in love? With a guy? And they got married?

--I keep the boy and 99 souls!..--He turns to face Jack-- do you think me mad as to meddle in the affairs of old things like Those of Solar

--Youre keeping the boys soul...--Jack pointed out.

--Faith of payment..--davy clarified-- my dealings with his partner Will be my own issue

《♡♡♡♡》

--Bastard-- Jerico bit under his breath, his body warming up. "If he thinks he can sell Williams soul in that way...what a fool" he thought as his fangs grow sharper and his eyes brighten in hue.

Then he notices how some of the crewmates harass william, and as one of the sailor steps in to take up William's punishment he puts himself between his husband and the crew. Thats it, hes had it

--Enough!-- jerico yelled at davy Jones making his way through the sailors and towards the captain-- Davy Jones!

--Ah! Kind of you to join us Captain castro--Jones replied smugly-- Do you wish to take up punishment as well?

--Id rather you release us! Or--

--Or what? Youre in no position to bargain!

--because you own William's soul? --He scoffed--You ignorant old octopus!

--Jack gave it willingly! He Belongs to me now--davy protested getting right up infront of jerico with angry steps that have the crew pulling back.

--...first--He started walking towards him, he steps back--Dont you get up in my face with your stinking dead rotting fish smell. Second...--He hesitates before turning to William and with a soft gaze he arms up his resolve, finding his lover's confused face adorable-- his soul Belongs to me! I am Solar of the old gods! Lord of earth and Fire--A bright flame wraps around his body and before the crew lays a eight foot creature, body like fire and eyes like beacons of light, his Lower half is nothing but strings of flame that barely not touch the wooden floor-- I am the ruler of all the earth you once Walked upon, and I am the owner of William Turners soul. You Will release us at once! --His voice is a roar like those of a dragon, William's pendant warms up but it doesnt burn him.

--Love...--Turner gasps out, and the creature turns around-- what..is...this?

--Sorry--Jerico apologized-- I didnt know how to break it to you

He scoffed and Walked up to the Giant thing, grabbing his hand and smiling--This...is certainly something New. By all means Keep threatening him, dont let me stop you

The other Man snorts playfully. Leaning in to kiss the top of his lovers head ,who feels like a sudden but not hurting warmth presses up against his scalp and then backs away. Then, he turns to Jones-- release us

Davy Jones signals for his men to step away and Jerico returns to normal,grabbing his lovers hand and walking up to one of the boats there. --Lets go meet up with Jack --He whispered and the other Man nodded.

《♡♡♡♡》

Back in tortuga, William gets out of the bath,finally in some fresh clothes that waited for him in the Next room where his husband was. As he steps into their bedroom,He sees his lover without a shirt Reading a book.

He leans on the wooden frame of the entrance to the room, a towel wrapped around his hips to then he say--Hows that thing that my soul Belongs to you, not that I mind but..

Jerico snorts marking the book and closing it--Its uh, so technically your soul Belongs to me since we met. Before we got together...its a god thing that we hoard stuff...even if we didnt end up together you'd be safe of all dangers.-- His eyes are glued to his husband as he walks up to him painfully slow and sits on his lap.

--really?-- He leans over them, resting his forearm on the chaise sofa's backrest as his lover leans down against it. His arms around his waist.

--Yuuup~-- he mused--a part of me would protect you... but its a good thing youre mine

--Wouldnt want it any other way, never belonged to a god before--He flirted leaning in, enjoying the way his husband's head sinks against the backrest as he pulls a away a little. It was like a game for them both.

--lucky you,then-- jeri added running a hand up his toned sides to his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. He kisses back and rests against his chest.

For a while all they do is kiss and trail patterns across eachothers bodies,just enjoying the calm moment before everything took a turn for the worse and chaotic when they met up with Jack.

--Go get dressed, dinners almost ready--Jerico says.

--Ah come on...--William protests-- really?

--You can have me as desert, come on--the captain of the solar raze says softly slapping his side and pushing him off.

--Thats not fair...but ill take it--Turner huffed, Looking as his lover stands up and gets between his legs to kiss his lips and stroke his wet hair.

--Alls fair in love and war--Jeri joked pressing another kiss to his forehead and leaving the room.his husband feeling mildly but lightheartedly annoyed and frustrated, pouting Like a child.

[my-mummy-dust]

Collar kisses - Aaron Hotchner x jealous reader

Summary: An officer at the department the BAU is stationed in for a case as been a little too close to Hotch, one day she does something that sends you over the edge and you decide to do something about it…. Warnings: none, a little spicy? Idk kissing and stuff Word count: 1.5k

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You’d consitter yourself a lot of things. Kind, caring, a bit of a klutz, but Jealous? That wasnt one of them.

well, not until now

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You sat at your makeshift desk, staring blankly at yet another map of the area the BAU was stationed in. You were tapping your pen lightly against the table when a laugh brought you out of your dazed state. You sat up straighter, furrowing your brow as you turned your head around, trying to find out who was laughing that hard.

In the next room through a window, you saw Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner with pleasant smiles, and another girl. One you didnt recognize. She was the one who was laughing too hard. She was taller, blonde with an hourglass figure.

‘Oh my god…’

You muttered under your breath.

‘What is it?”

You herd JJ ask. You turned your head back around to look at her leaning on your desk.

‘Who is she?”

You inquired, your head motioning to the other room that held the blonde who apparently didn’t know how to appropriately laugh in certain situations.

‘Oh that girl? She’s just an officer I think. I honestly cant even remember her name, the chaos of the press has my head spining’

She said rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and pointer finger. You simply nodded and picked your pen up, looking back at the map.

‘Why?”

JJ asked, looking down at you, standing up and resting a hand on her hip.

‘Oh it’s nothing, just curious. Thanks”

You said dismissively, not looking up from your work. She nodded with a skeptical look on her face, shrugged then walked away.

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‘Her voice is just so annoying, penny. I honestly dont know what to do. She’s giving me a headache…with her stupid giggling.’

You rubbed your temple with one hand, holding the phone to your ear with the other. You kept your tone low, the hatred showing through.

‘Sounds like someone’s jealous~”

Garcia said in a sing-songy voice. With a sigh you peered behind the corner. The blonde, who you’d grown to hate since yesterday, was getting awfully close to Aaron. your Aaron. Then she did something neither you or he expected. Stepping forward, she kissed his cheek, her lips lingering longer on his face than they should.

‘Oh. My. God.’

‘What? What happened? Y/n?”

From your tone garcia knew something of impact happened. She spoke quickly, exited. She loved the gossip.

‘She just kissed his cheek.’

‘No she didnt.’

‘She did. I swear to god- look Garcia, i know we’re out on a case, and that getting the unsub is more important than this, but i cannot continue on like this.”

You said sternly into the phone. Your free hand clenched into a fist as you talked.

‘What are you gonna do?”

Now she sounded worried, and you couldnt blame her- you were too.

‘I dont know. I’ll figure it out.’

‘Go get your man, you fearless beast.’

You smiled at her remark and hung up, putting you phone in your pocket. With a deep breath you walked into the room they were in.

‘Did she find anything?”

right. The case. You called her to ask if the unsub had any history of being arrested in the past, you shook your head.

‘No, she said shell keep looking.’

He nodded and went back to the conversation he was having about what to do next with Rossi and Reid. With a glare you looked at the blonde, who was looking at you with the same ferocity.

‘Hotch, can i talk to you for a second?”

You looked at him, watching as he turned his attention to you at the call of his name and his brows furrowing as he nodded with a look of confusion.

‘Of course, what’s wrong?”

‘Oh, uh- not here”

He turned his head a little to the side, his brow knitted together. He nodded once and you walked into the hallway, he followed. Stopping, you turned around and looked up at him and sighed.

‘What is she doing?”

‘Who? What?”

Now he was really confused.

‘You know what im talking about, Hotch’

You didnt mean to come off as harsh as you were. You looked into his eyes and could tell when it clicked for him.

‘You mean the officer? Y/n you’re not, you’re not jealous of her are you?”

His eyebrows raised when he asked the question. You saw the corner of his lip turn up in a smile when he realized you were being serious. Bringing a hand up he brought his thumb under your chin, using his pointer finger to hold your chin in place; then tilted your head upward to face him.

‘That’s what this is about? The lipstick, the defensive looks when she starts talking to me? Thats what all of this is, hmm?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, not knowing to regret the choice of red lipstick or not.

‘Don’t get all shy on me now, answer me.”

Aaron still spoke quietly, but he had a new dominance in his tone. One that sent a pleasant chill down your spine.

‘So what if it is? I dont like her being like that twards you.’

He led your chin up, tilting his head down, his eyes still locked in with yours.

‘Don’t look at me like that Aaron. You dont just go up to someone and kiss their cheek.’

‘What are you going to do about it then?”

He purred, taking on an almost innocent look. He watched as you thought for a second, then saw your eyes light up with an idea.

‘This.’

You leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his white button down shirt. Just next to his tie on his collar bone. You pulled away and smiled contently at the prefect red lipstick stain it left. He looked down at it, then looked back at you. He opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing.

‘What?”

You finally filled the silence that stood between the two of you.

‘It’ll wash out, if that’s what you’re thinking about.’

He laughed breathily after you said that. Reaching up he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the smile still on his face.

‘You really are something else, aren’t you?”

Looking back up at him, you smiled, then leaned forward once more and pressed one final lingering kiss on his neck; leaving another unmistakeable red stain. You could hear him sharply inhale, and when you pulled away his hand was resting on your shoulder.

‘Y/n, i cant go back out like this, its-‘

‘Unprofessional? You’ll live.’

You finished his scentence for him, watching as he rolled his eyes and cupped your cheek. It was his turn to bend down a little and kiss you. He kissed just below your ear. Grabbing his forearm and bunching a little of the fabric in your hand, you felt his hot breath on your ear.

‘You cant do that and not expect something in return,’

He murmured in your ear then kissed slowly up your jawline; kissing the corner of your lips; smirking when he noticed you opening your mouth just a little. He took that as all the invitation he needed, then proceeded to passionately kiss you; his tounge exploring your mouth as he cupped your face in his other hand, now completely holding your face. The moment he herd a small, almost desprate, pleading moan escape from you; he nipped at your bottom lip and stopped abruptly, pulling away from you, causing you to whine at the loss.

‘Don’t want to be…unprofessional”

He grinned proudly. You rolled your eyes, dropping your shoulders. You lifted your hand, wiping the lipstick off his face, but leaving the perfect mark on his neck and shirt. He turned his head to the side and kissed your hand, taking it in both of his big, calloused hands. He looked into your eyes, a look of sincerity now taking over. His voice lowered, he dipped his chin, holding your hand close to his chest.

‘I do love you, y/n. And I would never leave you for anyone else. Anyone ever, do you hear me?”

You nodded, smiling as you took you free hand to his cheek, cupping it; his stubble gently pricking at your palm.

‘I need to hear you say it darling’

‘Say what?”

‘That you know i love you.’

‘I know.’

‘That?”

You smiled and laughed a little, but he was dead serious.

‘That you love me,’

‘And?”

He voice was almost condescending, but in a sweet way. You know that he just wants you to know that he does in fact love you, and that he wouldn’t leave you for the world.

‘That you wold never leave me’

‘Good.’

Aaron smiled another sweet smile, then kissed your forehead. He let go of your hand and fixed his shirt, adjusting his tie. He walked away, leaving you in the hallway. You were quick to follow, watching with delight as you saw the blonde notice the lipstick stains and the smug look on your face.

Safe to say, she left him alone for the rest of the case

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/n: I loved writing this!! I hope you liked it! If you have any requests, I’d love to write them!