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Say That Again

Summary: Soulmate AU. Everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, that’s basically it

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely wonderful talented @bladebarnes’ 2k Celebration Challenge. My prompt was 35. quote: “Say that again.” I saw Baby Driver recently and couldn’t get the diner thing out of my head.

Originally posted by coporolight

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prompts // suggestions

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Don’t be afraid to suggest your own prompt! it does not have to be from this list!!!!

i do most any ship. please include ship or parring when you ask.

ALSO if you want to include a plot pleasssee do.

lots of credit to this wonderful person for helping me and giving me ideas and prompts for this list.

  1. “What the fuck, man? Get off of me!”
  2. “I swear to god, I’ll rip your skin off if you touch him/her/them again.”
  3. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Who are you, my mom?”
  4. “Don’t walk away from this!” “From what?” “THIS”
  5. I never stood a chance, did I.” “You did. Once.”
  6. “You’re one insult away from starting a war.”
  7. “Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?”
  8. “Oh god, we’re gonna die aren’t we?”
  9. “You think I’m cute when I’m angry? Well, bitch, I’m about to be motherfUCKING GORGEOUS!”
  10. “Make me feel something. Anything.”
  11. “No, listen to me.”
  12. “I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
  13. “Do you ever stop talking?”
  14. “Everyone has a breaking point.”
  15. “I’m not a fucking brick. I have emotions.”
  16. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
  17. “Holy shit, that’s a lot of blood.”
  18. “It happened again. It keeps happening again.”
  19. “So what you bitter piece of fuck? I’m nasty, lewd, I swear every third fucking word, and I’m a better person than you. Oh, that burns doesn’t it? That a piece of shit like me is more moral and good and pure than you can ever be?”
  20. “I’m giving you/him/her/them everything I have and It’s not enough. That’s fucking bullshit.”
  21. “Your stretchmarks are fucking awesome. They look like lightning bolts on your ass.”
  22. “Sorry.” “Stop apologizing so much.” “Sorry- fuck!”
  23. “I’ve got you. You’re okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
  24. “Shut up!” “Make me!”
  25. “It was over when you said goodbye.”
  26. “Wanna make out?”
  27. “God, I hate everything about this place.”
  28. “Isn’t it so painfully obvious that I’m in love with you?”
  29. “Words just aren’t working right now.”
  30. “Don’t die.”
  31. “No. I’m not letting you tattoo me.” “But you lost!“ 
  32. "Did you steal that?” “Maybe” “Jesus Christ”
  33. “So wait, you did what to me?”
  34. “Too bad you didn’t listen to me when I warned you”
  35. “You don’t know me” “But I want to know you and you won’t let me!" 
  36. "You should’ve loved me when you had the chance”
  37. “Fucking read my lips, I don’t love you so stop talking to me.”
  38. “You’re the whole package, except without THE package.”
  39. “Maybe people would like you more if you didn’t fuck everything up”
  40. “Stop wearing your heart on your sleeve, you look like a desperate slut.”
  41. “I love you” - “Yes, I love me too.”
  42. “You hate rumors, but you’re spreading them? That doesn’t make any sense to me.”
  43. “Do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?”
  44. “Okay, stop, you’re beautiful, telling yourself you aren’t is ugly.”
  45. “why are you wearing a dress?” “Because fuck you that's why.”
  46. “STOP SCREAMING!”
  47. “Are you okay?” “Not really, but I'm fine.”
  48. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”
  49. “Literally everything about this is illegal.”
  50. “I love when someone insults me. It gives me permission to be a dick.”
  51. “Right now I don’t know if I should kiss you or push you off a bridge.” “Can I pick?”
  52. “You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”
  53. “I’d tell you to be yourself, but that almost got us killed last time.”
  54. “Good morning, I see the assassins have failed.”
  55. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-” “at least a twenty.”
  56. “Tell me I’m going to die. Tell me the sun is going to explode. Tell me the world is ending and there’s nothing I can do about it. Because if I hear it’s going to be okay one more time I will scream.”
  57. “You made your choice, I made mine. Just because you cant live with yours does not mean you should shame me for living with mine.”
  58. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
  59. “Oh my God, you’d struggle to pour water out of a boot with the instructions on the heel.”
  60. “Don’t you have to be a dick somewhere else?” “Not until four.”
  61. “This isn’t a guilt trip; I just want to know if I’m a bother or not.”
  62. “I’m not a thief, I’m just really good at acquiring things that aren’t mine.”
  63. “I didn’t do it.” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did do it is a fucking genius.”
  64. “I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan.”
  65. “I’m way too sober for this.”
  66. “Why are your hands purple?” “That’s a very good question.”
  67. “It’s okay, you don’t have to love me.”
  68. “No one can see you cry in the rain.”
  69. “You’re not scared?” “I’ve had worse nightmares about failing AP Chem.”
  70. “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
  71. “What’s our exit strategy?” “Our what?” “Oh God, we’re all gonna die.”
  72. “Children shouldn’t play with guns.” “Who said I was playing?”
  73. “I’ve come to kill you.” “Well, then we’ve got a problem. I didn’t come to die.”
  74. “We can’t be together. Get over me.” “How can I get over someone who’s my whole world.”
  75. “I had a really weird sex dream about you and I don’t know how to feel about it.”
  76. “Do you think they’ll notice we left?”
  77. “On a scale from 1-10, how hard do you want me to hit you?”
  78. “You see the problem is, if I kissed you, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop.”
  79. “I wish I was sorry, but I don’t regret any of it.”
  80. “Hold up- just stop- just- what are you actually doing? It’s 2 AM.”
  81. “Why don’t you care that everyone hates you?” “None of them hate me more than I do.”
  82. “You/He/She/They took everything from me, and now I’ve got nothing to lose. So, yeah, I’d be fucking scared.”
  83. “When was the last time you got a full night of sleep.”
  84. “How did you talk me into this?”
  85. “Trust me, I wish I could stop thinking.”
  86. “I’d kick his ass, but I’d only have mine handed to me.”
  87. “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, do I look like Mother Teresa”
  88. “Don’t touch me.”
  89. “Are you wearing makeup?”
  90. “You’re a freak.”
  91. “What the hell is that?”
  92. “I’m good, how are you?” “That’s probably the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”
  93. “What are you afraid of?” “Literally all of this!”
  94. “Wait, why are you crying?”
  95. “I’m gonna cut your dick off and show it to you.”
  96. “I can’t sneak out! Have you met my parents/mother/father?”
  97. “Why are we doing this at 3AM?”
  98. “You frequently appear in my nightmares.”
  99. “I never really understood you.”
  100. “This has got to be the most bullshit thing I have ever done.”
BTS Reaction to you moaning their name in your sleep while the other members are around

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✿ Seokjin: you had always liked movie nights with the guys; but that particular night you just weren’t in the mood for a horror film, let alone such a terrible one. With a sigh, you had accepted their awful choice, but it wasn’t long until you had fallen asleep with your head resting on Jin’s shoulder. When he first heard his name in a whisper; he’d thought that you were just trying to attract his attention, but when he saw you had your eyes shut closed and didn’t respond to him when he softly said your name, he’d raise an eyebrow, cautiously waiting for your next movement or sound. Then; you said his name once again, a little louder this time. He’d become very stiff all of a sudden and furiously bit his lip when you then loudly moaned his name. He felt all the boys staring at you, most of them with a smirk on their face, but nobody said anything as they then quickly pretended to keep watching the movie. He’d just shrug and laugh it off, but he’d take no time in carefully carrying you to his bed, where he’d knew by experience that you could moan his name all you wanted without anyone hearing you.  

Originally posted by rapdaegu

❀ Yoongi: that afternoon you were just hanging around with the boys as usual; sitting on the couch and nonchalantly looking through your phone, but as soon as you decided to rest your head on Yoongi’s lap and he started to gently stroke your hair, you were sound asleep in less than a minute. There was something to his touch that always managed to make you feel relaxed. He was just staring at you with a smile, the sight of you sleeping so peacefully making him soft, but after a while, when his name fell out of your lips in a groan, it would become a smirk. He’d feel you clutch at the hem of his shirt, still in your sleep, and it would drive him crazy; but when you moaned his name once again in a higher pitch and a louder tone, enough for everybody to hear, he’d quickly lift his head, staring at all the guys one by one dead in the eyes, daring them to say anything or make fun of the situation. Smirking satisfied when everybody lowered their heads and carried on with what they were doing without a word or even a small gesture, he’d continue to look at you with dreamy eyes and a soft smile, not wanting to risk waking you up by carrying you to his bed.

Originally posted by yoongiyi

❁ Hoseok: there simply wasn’t a most comfortable place in the world for you than Hobi’s arms; so you just couldn’t help but fall soundly asleep on his lap with your arms wrapped around his chest and your head on the crook of his neck. He’d be delighted by having you so close, but when he felt you start to whimper and call out his name in between little moans, he had no way of avoiding the rush of blood that went straight to his cheeks. He’d be so amused by the whole situation that it would take him a while to remember that you were with the rest of the boys there; being so caught up in the moment. He finally looked up to see them all staring, every one of them poorly holding back their laughter. When he saw Namjoon open up his mouth to probably make a witty comment; he just raised his eyebrows and puckered his lips a bit, in a mediocre effort to look unconcerned; but clearly letting him see the silent warning behind his gestures. He’d let out a satisfied grin when Namjoon simply closed his mouth and shook his head; tightening his embrace and clutching you even closer to him.

Originally posted by parkjiminer

✿ Namjoon: as much as you wanted to go home pronto that night to be alone with Namjoon; you couldn’t force yourself to make him leave early, so you obligingly accepted to stay until late hours of the night at the boy’s dorm. You knew he loved to be with his friends, and you absolutely didn’t mind either, you loved the guys as much as he did. But after a while you were so sleepy you couldn’t avoid closing your eyes and falling asleep with your head on Namjoon’s shoulder. Apparently, your neediness for him had some impact on your dreams; because you started to loudly moan his name and biting your lip while still asleep. He’d found the whole situation adorable; and couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped his mouth, watching you with loving eyes. He’d feel the boys staring, but he just didn’t care, too concentrated on how focused you look; and couldn’t avoid wondering what you’d be dreaming about. He’d finally took you in his arms and without saying a word he’d nod and stare significantly at the boys for a second before leaving, taking you home so you could peacefully continue your dreams, dreams that he’d make sure you told him all about in the morning.

Originally posted by rapnamu

❀ Jimin: he’d know that you couldn’t control your dreams, that most definitely you weren’t doing it on purpose and that you would be absolutely mortified if you discovered that you had started to loudly moan his name in your sleep while all the boys were in the same room; but he couldn’t help getting a little turned on by the whole situation, wondering what you’d be dreaming about. Biting his lip, he’d try to suppress the smirk that was threatening to show, but still he’d snap out of it the exact moment he’d feel one of the boys let out a muffled laugh. Giving them a death stare that would have scared even the toughest person on Earth, he’d make sure no one even thought of making fun of you for it, and he’d gently carry you to his bed, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before tucking you and himself in and wrapping his arms around you, falling asleep next to you, probably dreaming about some dirty things that had popped in his mind when he first heard you moaning his name.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

❁ Taehyung: the moment those six boys stepped into the apartment you shared with Tae; you knew that was going to be a long night. They were there to stay for a while. Probably until the sun came up. And you really didn’t care; you loved having them there, but at some point around four or five in the morning, you just couldn’t take it anymore, falling sound asleep on the couch at the soft caresses your boyfriend was leaving on your back. He was startled by the sound of you calling out his name… The boy loved hearing you say his name, and even more when it was mixed with little moans and growls, but the fact that you were dreaming about him would make him feel kinda proud. He’d find the whole thing amusing. But by the time he’d realize that you weren’t alone; he’d feel kinda bad at the smirks everyone portrayed on their faces. Still, he couldn’t help smiling at your peaceful dreaming face himself. He’d finally carry you to your bed and tuck you in, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, not before warning everyone that if they ever brought it up ever again he’d kick their butts.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

✿ Jungkook: you were hanging out with everyone at the studio, where they had all been working late that night due to the comeback that was around the corner. You really wanted to be a good girlfriend and be supportive of Jungkook, staying up with him and with all the guys throughout the whole night; but you couldn’t avoid falling asleep on his lap while they were all taking a break. When you started to call out his name in a whisper; he thought something was wrong; maybe you felt sick or wanted him to take you home; but it wouldn’t take him long to realize that you were just dreaming. He’d smile softly at you, and he’d funnily scrunch his nose when he heard those whispers become moans. He tried to look at everyone with hard eyes to warn them to not make even the littlest comment; but he couldn’t pretend be harsh when he found your little moans so adorable. He was completely soft for you, and so he took no time and had no second thoughts about leaving early to take you home so you could peacefully rest.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt (if you feel like it): set in s1 and it's Hannibal's POV and he watches Matthew brown trying to court Will. Like visiting after teaching and stuff (kinda possessive kinda jealous because when is Hannibal not). Then one day at an their appointment they mention it and Hannibal somehow fucks Will on his desk. (Maybe he's planning to kill Matt??maybe he's dark!Will) (Yeah don't know how I got this idea either)

I had to make this alpha beta omega, sorry if it’s not your thing. Also no desk sex. And canon compliant fic is not my strong point. *hides* 

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Hannibal never expected to take an omega. 

He’d had sex with them, taken his pleasure, but had no need to bond. 

Then he met Will Graham, and things changed. 

The scent of him was intoxicating, luring Hannibal into wishing for closeness but unable to stop himself from playing at his fractured mind. He enjoyed their appointments, the talks they shared, and was quite eager to start to discuss courting when Will said something that surprised him. 

“I think there’s an alpha interested in me.”

Hannibal’s jaw tightened, “Oh?” 

“I went to speak with Gideon and one of the orderlies yesterday and he sort of…” 

Hannibal leaned forward, “He sort of, what?” 

Will rubbed the side of his neck, blushing. “Gave me a folded bird. It was weird, because it’s not a traditional courting gift, you know? It was hawk, and I….” 

Hannibal gritted his teeth. “Are you interested in him?” 

Will sipped his wine, shaking his head. “I haven’t had sex in five years, at least not with another person,” he laughed, “I don’t have to say yes but I’m not saying no.” 

That was all Hannibal needed. 

He went to visit Frederick the very next day under the guise of a colleague lunch, spotting the orderly almost immediately by the bits of scent left over from his encounter with Will. The orderly was an alpha, lower class to be sure but an alpha who immediately scented Will just as Hannibal had him. 

“Hello,” he said, smirking, “I do believe we are at an impasse. You see, Will and I are courting and you’re intruding.” 

The orderly, Matthew according to his nametag, grinned. 

“He’s a big boy, isn’t he? He could’ve said no.” 

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anonymous asked:

Oh my gosh ask box open!! I'm so excited! Can I get a love at first sight scenario for kirishima and bokuto for a female reader please?? Thank you so much! I'm sorry there's not so much detail I'd just love to let you take the wheel I love your stuff so much thank you for sharing it with us!

I hope this is okay! I’ve never written a love at first sight. Hopefully, I got it. 


“Hey!”

You are looming over Kirishima, supporting the massive slab of concrete with your hands and back. If that had hit him it surely would’ve killed him, but here you are, standing as if you were holding nothing. Kirishima looks up at your face. You are staring down at with curious eyes.

“Are you alright?”

Kirishima nods his head slowly. You huff, pushing the boulder-sized piece of rubble away. Your eyes flash gold, and the steel gauntlets on your arms run down your wrists like liquid, forming a blade and shield in your gloved hand. You glare at the artificial human before you, and the only thing Kirishima can do is stare. How can someone be so stunningly beautiful, yet terrifyingly fierce.

Who are you?

Kirishima has never seen anyone like you before. He’d know if he did because there wouldn’t be anyway he could forces a face like yours. Just being in your presence is making his heart hammer in his chest. You are like a goddess of battle as you rush the creature with shocking speed. Kirishima gulps. He should be up there, fighting with you … but he just can’t stop staring at your form easily dodging and flipping and striking. The monster howls with pain leaping away for retreat. Your eyes flash gold again as you shift your sword into a spear, launching it at beast.

Your weapon pierces a building wall, digging and cracking as it tunnels through the concrete of the wall and through the shoulder of the artificial human. It’s trapped. Your shield transforms into a large metal binding. Using your seemingly immeasurable strength, wrap it around the squirming creature. You turn to Kirishima; he jumps slightly.

“What’s your name?”

“Ah … ah …”

“Ah-ah?”

“Ah, Kirishima Eijirou!”

“What’s your hero name?”

Oh. Duh. Of course that’s what you are asking for. Kirishima mentally slaps himself as he jumps to his feet, stumbling slightly before you.

“Red Riot.”

“Red Riot. I’m Blacksmith. Come on, we need to get a pro hero.”

You immediately turn and start to run. Kirishima hesitates for a second from the feeling in his chest. He blinks and shakes his head as he runs after you. Your place your hand over your heart and a your cheeks heat up. You aren’t even tired from the battle or the running, but you can’t stop the feeling in your chest.


“Hey! Watch out!”

“Watch wha—”

You have no time to react as a volleyball is smashes into your face. Your head is knocked back as blood drips out of your nose. You fall on your ass, holding your bleeding nose with your hand. Holy shit. You have honestly never been hit so hard in your life.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Bokuto shouts, running up to you. 

He is already taking of his shirt and offering it to you. He cringes. How could he be so careless? How could he get so distracted by you that he hits you in the face? What is wrong with him? It was like everything was in slow motion. He jumped and was in the air, ready to spike when he saw you looking around the gym. You were so gorgeous, and now you are sitting in front of him with blood dripping down your face. Still beautiful … but you are bleeding … and it’s his fault. 

“(Name)-san, are you alright?” Akaashi asks, offering you a clean towel (as opposed to Bokuto’s sweaty jersey).

You groan, shaking your head and holding the towel to your face. 

“I-I’ll take you to the nurses office!” Bokuto offers.

Bokuto helps you to your feet. You blink. Slightly disoriented, you lean against his torso. His bare torso. His bare, broad, very muscular torso. You blush, stumbling away from him and hiding your blush behind your bloody towel.

“I don’t care if you take me to the nurse, but please put a shirt on first.”

“Ah … ah, right!”

Bokuto slips his jersey back on, wrapping an arm around you to steady you again. He swallows. How can a person with a bloody nose still be so damn cute. Making your way down the hall, Bokuto prays you can’t feel or hear the rapid drumming of his heart. 

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"I'm sorry that I got you arrested, but let's be honest it was kind of fucking awesome."

(stark!reader)

You looked at Pietro with your arms crossed, the only thing keeping you from strangling him being strong bars. “I can’t believe you got me arrested! My dad is going to kill me!” You scolded him.

Pietro chuckled. “He already hate’s me, what’s to lose?”

You rolled your eyes. “Dude! He’ll kill both of us, revive me, kill me again, and bring me back!” You said, “But you, on the other hand, he’ll leave dead.”

Pietro tried to hide his laughter and once he realized you were angry, he stopped. “Look, I’m sorry that I got you arrested, but let’s be honest, it was kind of fucking awesome.“

“Oh my god,” You grumbled and threw your hands up. “Pietro, I was charged for breaking and entering into a school, and then everything I had was confiscated and they thought I was stealing. It was all your idea! You were even inside with me, but you ran away and they didn’t charge you!” You whisper-yelled.

“Thanks,” You heard your father’s voice. “(Y/N), what happened- oh, Maximoff. That explains it all,” Tony nodded.


no more please, just finishing up what I have!

askvolleyballers  asked:

If you're still doing the prompt thing, KuroKen or AsaNoya and nerf gun. XD

“Please don’t do this,” Asahi pleads, holding his hands up. 

“Give me one good reason,” Noya says, smirking. 

“You—there’s still hope for you.”

“Really? I think I left it back there—when I gave Ryuu a headshot!”

Asahi sobs. “Noya, please. This isn’t you.”

“Asahi,” Noya says, and his face turns sad for a moment. “I loved you once. But I’m too far gone. This… is too much power for one man.” He lifts his gun one last time. “Goodbye, Asahi.”

The rubber dart hits Asahi square in the chest, where his heart is, and he keels over with a pained whine. Noya drops the gun, hanging his head. 

Behind them, Tanaka has revived somehow, wiping tears from his eyes, while Hinata and Yamaguchi are cheering in the corner where they were sniped. Sugawara is slow-clapping it out, eyes suspiciously shiny, while the other second years are still playing dead. Tsukishima has his head in his hands. 

“Team bonding,” Daichi mutters, raising his eyes to the ceiling. “You can’t kill your libero or your ace, Daichi, this is just a team. bonding. exercise.”

The Outsiders Prompts Part ll

a/n: please give cred if you use ty! also requests are open

1. “I wrote you something”

2. “Do you think we’ll ever see each other again?”

3. “You’re so different from everyone else”

4. “If this was the last time you’d see me, what would you say?”

5. “You’re such a cliché”

6. “I know who you are”

7. “I think I just fell for you”

8. “Bite me”

9. “Keep talking like that”

10. “I think about you, like all the time”

11. “You’re blushing so hard!”

12. “What are you doing to me, baby?”

13. “I think we should run right about now”

14. “How are you so blind of my feelings for you!”

15. “You’re scaring me”

16. “You’re my every waking moment”

17. “Hm? Sorry”

18. “What do you want with me?”

19. “You can’t throw me away like a piece of trash”

20. “You disappeared for a while”

21. “I’m unforgettable babe”

22. “I’m walking away now!”

23. “Try to stop me”

24. “I’m rubbing off on you”

25. “Don’t go yet”

26. “You’re the reason I toss and turn at night”

27. “When I look at you it takes the air from my lungs”

28. “I fucked up. I fell for you. I fell for you so hard”

29. “Catch me if you can”

30. “And when you tell me you’re less than perfect it makes me want to shake you and tell you how amazing you truly are”

31. “That’s when time stood still”

32. “You have to do this”

33. “But you’re my dream”

34. “You can keep it if you want”

35. “I've never stopped. I'll never stop”

36. “You know you can use the door”

37. “It’s raining. Let’s go”

38. “Call me once you get there. Just in case”

39. “It’s been a while”

40. “Look up”

41. “Beautiful is an understatement”

42. “Fuck it. Just do it”

43. “I can’t breathe”

44. “You don’t know me”

45. “Take my ring”

46. “What does it look like i’m doing?”

47. “Fuck I love your voice”

48. “Shut up! It’s starting”

49. “Tell me what happened”

50. “God dammit! What the hell were you thinking?”

51. "I don't want to be alone anymore"

52. "I, I just see you standing there so unaware of your beauty. And-And I know I can't have you"

53. "You don't lose me that easily"

54. "It's my choice alright!

55. "I know i'm not good enough"

56. "I never wanted this to happen to you"

57. "You really got me going now"

58. "I had a dream about you"

59. "I thought you wouldn't show"

60. "I like it when you sleep with me. Nothing can hurt you as long as you're here with me"

61. "I did this to you. It's all my fault"

62. "I'm sorry. I happened to you"

63. "Just listen to this for a minute"

64. "Do you trust me?"

65. "It happened. It was amazing. I don't just want to forget about it"

66. "Get off of me!" 

67. "If you so much as look, breathe, think about her so help me god i'll kill you"

68. "Close your eyes"

69. "I'm not gonna hurt you. No ones gonna hurt you"

70. "Don't say that. Please don't say that"

71. "She's the type of person people write songs about"

72. "Let's runaway. Let's just go. Right now. Come with me"

73. "I'm tired of being afraid"

74. "There's smoke in my lungs. There's flowers in yours"

75. "I can see right through you"

76. "Friends, right?"

77. "I want to give you the world. I want to give you everything. But I can't"

78. "Take this. For protection"

79. "Hey now"

80. "Can I cut in?"

81. "Watch this"

82. "I can see the fire in your eyes" "I can see the universe in yours"

83. "I think you're gonna fuck up my entire life"

84. "Stay completely still. Don't move"

85."My dearest Y/N,-"

86. "Come back to me"

87. "You're breaking"

88. "We really loved each other, didn't we?"

89. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?"

90. "Should I stay or should I go?"

91. "You'll wake the neighbors!"

92. "I'm so truly, madly, deeply in love with you"

93. "I'm not leaving you"

94. "I can't see you like this"

95. "Your hands are all greasy!"

96. "You burnt them!"

97. "It seems too good to be true"

98. "Break my heart"

99. "That always turns me on"

100. "-And when the Sun swallows the only earth we have. I'll still be there next to you" 

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JeanMarco Week Day 4: Candlelight

When they were in middle school, Jean slept over at Marco’s place. Marco wanted to tell some spooky tales. Jean wasn’t listening because for the first time in his life, he wanted to kiss his best friend.

(Let’s all forget how late I am for this, I wasn’t home for the end of the week and I couldn’t catch up until now haha…)

the barrel of a gun (remind me which side you should be on)

What do you do when the person you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger? Spencer knows that no amount of hoping could undo everything, but he can’t help but wish for things to have gone differently.

wc: 1175 // gif not mine and try as i might i can’t find who made it rip

The gun feels like dead weight in Spencer’s hands and he’s breathing heavily, trying in vain to quiet down the huffs escaping his lips. His legs feel like lead and, in the back of his mind, he briefly wishes he was as physically fit as the rest of the team because he doubted he could go on any longer. All he wants to do is drop to the ground and go home and forget that he’s on a case, but he knows he can’t.

He wishes he stayed back for this case.

He wishes he alerted the team sooner and he didn’t go running off on his own.

But he didn’t and now, running through the abandoned warehouse, he’s fueled by only adrenaline and a responsibility to do the right thing and he’s not going to give up now. He has to do this. You would have wanted him to do this.

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Void - Part 3

Characters: Johnny, y/n, the ‘friend’.
Word Count: 1, 446
Genre: Angst
Warning: Mature Content

A/N: Hey guys ^^ I hope you all are doing well. I don’t know what had gotten into me but I ended up writing a genre I never really had tried, and admin Jiah advised me to turn it into a part of ‘Void’, which I really don’t know what is becoming gradually. I hope you guys like this, constructive criticisms are, as always, welcome ^_^
This part has… mature contents *coughs* so please skip if you’re uncomfortable :)))

Oh, the parts in Italic font happened in the past!

Part 1 Part 2

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“Mercy Angst then Fluff Soulmate!AU where the s/o’s first words they say to them is tattooed on their body? Mercy has the words "Please don’t let me die” and it terrifies her. She meets S/O during a mission and S/O is a civilian who got stuck in the crossfire between talon and overwatch. You can decide readers tattoo, and the ending (plz make it happy my lil lesbian heart is fragile). Also, preferably female pronouns.“

I tried to make this super gay just for you because I know how you feel, ok. Also had to cut it in half, you’ll get your fluffy happy ending I swear

tw; blood, gore, dying, that jazz


Part 1

Angela Ziegler, head of the medical division of Overwatch, who pioneered a breakthrough in the field of applied nanobiology that improved treatment of life-threatening illnesses and injuries tenfold, was scared.

Every time she glanced at the tattoo along her collarbone in the mirror, or every time someone asked what hers said, or when she thought about it, her blood would run cold. Though, sometimes, she’d run her fingers over the oddly neat handwriting, wondering if her soulmate was alright. If she was happy.

She was called out on a mission during one week, as Commander Morrison expected many casualties. With Caduceus, she’d be able to slim that number down. Considering that Talon was involved, Angela expected many casualties, too.

On the dropship, Angela tugged the hat off of her head with a sigh. It had continuously fallen in her face, so to solve the issue, she merely pulled her hair into a short ponytail, humming contently. Caduceus was at her side, leaning against the wall, and with a harsh rumble, the dropship came to a stop at its destination, the engines shutting off.

Most of the other agents were already here, and the mission was over for the most part, so Mercy was just backup. She stood, taking her staff in her hand, and waited at the door by herself.

In the reflection of the metal, she could see it; her soulmate’s words poked out from underneath her suit, dark and bold against her pale skin. She didn’t think of it much, as it had been years, so when she started going through the medical tents and crossing the field, she didn’t expect you to be buried underneath some rocks, blood coating your neck and pooling around your abdomen.

When she saw you, crossing the open field to another tent, she stopped, wondering how a civilian like yourself got in this situation. You were in terrible shape; heavy breaths fell from your lips and your nimble hands were soaked in your own blood, trying to push against the large gash in your stomach. Your eyes were wide and frantic,hair matted with dirt and mud and semi-dry blood, and tears slipped down the sides of your face at the sight of Angela.

She glided down to your level, collapsing to her knees at your side, and quickly looked you over. Angela scooped up some rocks on your thighs and legs, checking to see if you were injured on them, too, but she was suddenly stopped by a crimson hand grabbing her wrist.

You were shaky, but pulled her back, looking up at her with tear filled eyes. Unable to keep your hand on Mercy’s wrist for long, it slipped and dropped back down to the wound on your stomach.

"P-Please…don’t…let me die…”

You were quiet. Your voice sounded utterly broken, and with small wheezes slipping from your mouth at the numbing pain that stabbed at your abdomen, you left Angela in a state of horrified shock. When you had spoken, her collarbone burned like fire, only giving her more action and motivation to grab her staff.

When she turned around to grab it, she gripped it with all of her might, and activated the healing stream. As it connected to you, the blood around your body started to dissipate, though it…it…wasn’t working.

Angela’s heart hammered away in her chest in confusion as she willed herself to continue healing you. Each second passing, she was expecting to see a small smile slip on your face in relief, but– the blood that was pooled around your frame was only replaced as quickly as it disappeared– and the damn thing wasn’t working. It wasn’t working and Angela was furious and upset and confused all at the same time

It wasn’t fucking working! This was completely new for her staff, and she didn’t know how to fix it!

But– she could’t dwell on it for long.

Your lungs were starting to slowly fail you. Your eyes were full of tears as they slowly closed, and your hands were clenching into fists repeatedly as you tried to grasp onto what little life you had left.

What Mercy didn’t realize or know was how you ended up there in the first place. You, a civilian, not any kind of agent, had been hiding out in a building out of range. You were safe, though peeking out of the window, you realized that there was a little boy who wasn’t.

He was sobbing, a crying mess and his nose was running and he didn’t know where his mother was. Bullets whizzed past his ears, left and right, but he was too frightened to actually move. All he could do what cry.

And you? You were foolish. Foolish, reckless, and dumb enough to emerge from your safe place, sprint across the street and shove the boy into the building over, but you didn’t realize you had been hit until afterwards, and by then, you were a whimpering mess in the rubble.

Angela saw the light suddenly dying in your eyes, and to herself, she whispered a soft, weak mantra of “No, no no no, no, please, my darling, no…”

You had saved a little boy. But in return, it might have very well costed you your own life.

But it’s okay, Angela thought, scrambling to her feet. Salty tears started to well up in her eyes, and they slipped down her cheeks. She took a small glance at her staff, and using it to pull herself up, glanced down at you as her heart hammered in her chest. It’s okay, she thought, bringing her staff up off of the ground, and slamming it back down in a flash of gold, because–

Heroes never die!

anonymous asked:

Wow I love your description of the characters and how they look, I especially love crane's. But as a major fan of joker I really wish you could give me example of how he looks in your version? I'm sorry if this is asked before.

Who ever would have guessed that something so evil could dwell within someone so beautiful?


A lithe, pale, strong-featured man, looking down at you with his emerald eyes, smiling with his blood red lips. You would almost forget he was killing you, were he not crushing your larynx with his bare hands.

There’s also no one alive who can pull off the purple zoot suit like The Joker.

It’s all about the 40′s for Joker’s attire - high-waisted pants, crisp shirts, big jackets, and spats (that he swears he was wearing before Eddie was - should Eddie ever beat him to a function, however, Joker keeps some Black and White Oxfords in the car. One time they both wore spats to the same event, and Harvey asked if they were on the same, losing, team. Very embarrassing). The ties change, from the western (his usual go-to tie), to a bow, to the standard. Hell, one time he wore a bolo (just to piss off Slade).

He starts his day with his dark green hair slicked back, but never touches it again until the next morning. If the cowlicks come back, it’s how it was meant to be. If he falls down a flight of stairs, it’s stair hair for the day.

The only imperfection would be his nose, which has been broken several times, but always from the top down (Batman always strikes downward, flying out of the shadows like some sort of… bat). The breaking has added some length to the bridge, but Joker likes it - makes him look tough.


Yeah, my Joker is beautiful, but it really doesn’t matter - he’s still an absolute lunatic.
(I tend to picture the Anthony Misiano cosplay when I think of my Joker’s looks - now that is a pretty man.)

servantofgiantplatitpuses  asked:

Continuing with the 5+1 ficlet, lest see the part of Maya!, also thanks for doing gods work.

Haha..hahaha…okay, so I tried something new here. Censoring myself so that this is still sfw even though it’s hilariously lewd XD Did I do the right thing?? Did I go too far?? I’m sorry Maya!! *gets shot* *you’re welcome* *please don’t ban me*

This is gonna be great! Maya said to herself. She smiled, although her mask hid her excitement. She nimbly climbed up Wayne Manor’s eastern wall, and through a second story window that she knew quite well—Damian’s room.

If she were any other wannabe thief, the manor’s defenses would have already blasted her to kingdom come. But she was Nobody, Damian’s erstwhile companion and partner. She had a special ID chip that let her through the manor anytime she wanted, given by Batman himself. Batman would know she was visiting—but not Damian. That was Maya’s master plan.

Her ‘little brother’, as she’d taken to calling him, had been very busy the past year, teaming up with Jonathan Kent—Superboy—and leading the Teen Titans. He and Maya hadn’t gotten a lot of chances to catch up with each other, and she was busy with her own adventures. That’s why she decided to surprise Damian with an unannounced visit.

The idea was she’d sneak into his room while invisible with her suit’s cloaking mechanism, and then, when Damian comes in and lets his guard down, she’d re-appear and scare the cape off of him. Not that Damian was ever the kind to fall for jump scares, but it was always fun to try.

Maya climbed into the window, noting the thankfully-inactive Taser prongs all around the frame. It was much like she’d remembered when she last came in here. It was a simple and well-organized room, quite unlike that of a regular teenage boy’s.

A queen-sized bed stood in the center with its red silk sheets orderly and made. Simple oak drawers and dressers gave off a rustic yet quietly elegant feel to the room. Wall mounted racks and cases held a multitude of weapons, including various katanas, throwing stars, a sickle and mace combo, and a staff that looked suspiciously like the one Tim Drake uses as Red Robin. Other cases held stranger trinkets, including a bladeless sword hilt, and a case with a celestial bronze Greek sword gleaming inside.

Just then, Maya heard footsteps. Excited voices followed, which sounded something like a stiff “We’ll just be in my room,” and a giddy “Hi, Alfred! Bye Alfred!”

They’re here, Maya thought. She turned on her suit’s cloaking, and crouched in a corner, perfectly invisible. It looked like Jon was with Damian today. Even better—Damian will have an audience to whatever embarrassing reaction he’ll have to being surprised.

Jon barged through the door first, a grin plastered on his face. His messy mop of dark hair swayed across his forehead as he ran, and his bright blue eyes shined in the light. He was dragging Damian by the hand almost impatiently. Damian didn’t look too upset, strangely enough. Even weirder, he looked like he was smiling.

Maya was just about to leap up and turn visible, but she caught herself when Damian locked the door. That was weird. Even weirder—Damian took off his mask and both boys held hands facing each other. Supposedly, Maya was the one who was going to shock and surprise Damian today. She never would have thought that the tables would be turned on her, that her heart would jump up to her throat and her eyes would bug out from inside her mask as she watched Damian Wayne passionately kissing Jonathan Samuel Kent.

Maya could feel the heat rising to her face and her display seemed to fog up as Damian and Jon continued their fierce lip duel, slurping, smacking and popping sounds wantonly filling the room. Their hands roamed all over each other—at first it was a firm embrace, then Jon stroked Damian’s hair while Jon stroked Damian’s back, and their hands got lower…and lower, and Maya almost squeaked. She watched in a daze as parts of Robin’s costume fell to the floor, Jon helping Damian disentangle himself from them as if they were on fire. Damian returned the gesture, almost ripping off Jon’s jacket with urgency, all the while managing to keep his lips on his taller friend.

Someone, please kill me, Maya thought to herself. Much to her dismay, a pair of sky blue boxers printed with Superman logos smacked her in the face and settled on her lap. She didn’t dare move to take it off. In front of her, she saw more of Damian than she’d ever wanted to see in her life. His body was small but well-toned, and that was all Maya was willing to process about the unclothed Robin at the moment. Jon’s body was mostly obscured by Damian’s…back, but Maya could see enough that she felt like she had to apologize to Jon after this.

Damian gripped Jon with both hands and pushed him onto the bed. Damian lay on top of him and they continued their feverish close-contact dance. From where Maya sat on the ground, hugging her knees, she could only see the side of the bed, and half of Damian’s back. She was glad she couldn’t see more, otherwise, she would’ve spontaneously combusted on the spot.

Mental note, install reverse noise dampeners to soundproof my helmet, she thought to herself again. She was very much used to Damian barking out orders, she was used to his sharp grunts and shouts as he fought with ninjas, assassins, monsters, robots, and gorillas. But she’d never heard him moan. And try as she might, she’ll never forget that sound, and she’d forever associate it with Damian’s face, especially when he wanted to look serious. Jon was worse—Maya genuinely wondered how the whole manor hadn’t already heard him squealing in delight. Even worse than Jon was the bed. It creaked and groaned, its springs squeaking like over-stressed metal. The sound was a constant rhythm, and coupled with the boys’ impassioned outbursts, Maya couldn’t think of any sound in the world that was any more terrifying. She looked daggers at the bed, but it continued to creak like the inanimate furniture that it was, as if to tease her.

Another moment later, and both boys rolled toward the other end of the bed, shifting them out of Maya’s view. All the while, she kept mentally muttering, “Please be done, please be done, please, oh gods, be done.

One thing was for sure—she would never come to visit Damian again without calling first.


***

“Pennyworth, I trust you with the utmost secrecy of this matter,” Damian said curtly.

“Of course, Master Damian,” Alfred agreed sympathetically.

Jon hung his head in embarrassment—he couldn’t even look the old kindly butler in the eye.

“Please, Alfred,” he pleaded. “If my mom finds out I lost my boxers, she’ll flip and then she might start to ask…” he couldn’t finish the thought.

“I’m sure it ended up in that corner last night, but I might have been mistaken.” Damian pointed to a corner of his room.

“Rest assured, Master Jonathan, your…undergarments will be found with all due haste and privacy,” Alfred said, and then he closed the door behind him.

Damian looked to Jon and said, “Don’t worry. If he can’t find your boxers, I’ll just give you one of mine. You can just tell your mom we swapped underwear.”

Jon sighed and shook his head.

“I’m not even sure if underwear swapping is a thing…”

“Sure it is!” Damian insisted. He held up a pair of white boxer shorts. “Here, this is a perfectly good pair of Calvin Kleins…”

Jon rolled his eyes. He was already thinking of a good way to say “It was Damian’s fault!”

withthatbitch-deactivated201710  asked:

"I just had to tell you." - Rafa (for your 'shoot me a sentence' post)

“Y/N!”

You turned at the sound of your name, looking around to try and see who was calling. The food court was crowded and you had just picked up your lunch, not expecting to meet anyone you knew.

“Over here, Y/N!”

Following the voice, your gaze landed on a blond haired man, large eyes bright as he waved at you.

“Rafa!” You called, heading over.

He was sitting by himself, a plate of Chinese on the table. You slid into the seat across from him and gave him a big smile.

“What’re you doing here? Are you stalking me?” You laughed as you opened your drink and took a big gulp.

“I’m ambushing you,” he replied, smirking, “Gonna steal all your food.”

He picked up his chopsticks and speared a piece of meat from your plate.

“Hey!! You big bully!” You cried indignantly before reaching over and snatching one of his spring rolls.

“HA! REVENGE IS MINE!” You crowed in delight while giving him a smug look.

He snickered and you both got to eating, the buzz of the people around you fading into the background.

“Seriously though, aren’t you supposed to be packing? You’re heading to New York tonight, right?” You asked, eyeing him curiously.

He nodded and gave you a slightly apprehensive look.

“Yeah…yeah, I am. Gonna be there for a few months this time.

“Better not forget to message me,” you grumbled, “Last time I didn’t hear from you until you came back, you little shit.”

He rolled his eyes although his expression still looked like he had something on his mind. You raised an eyebrow at him and stopped eating, wordlessly asking him again why he was here.

“Ok, look. Um…I need to tell you something,” he confessed.

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Figured that out already. ”

He stuck his tongue out childish making you laugh.

“I um…I think I…there’s just…you see…the past couple of months…it’s been…I was hoping…maybe…perhaps…would you?” He asked weakly.

You blinked and scratched your head.

“Um…you didn’t actually ask me anything, Rafa. Would I what?”

“…water my plants,” he mumbled.

“…Water your plants?”

“Yeah…you know those two I’ve got in my bedroom? And the one in the living room? Also the few little ones in the kitchen?”

You huffed and got back to eating.

“Oh for fuck sakes, Rafa, I thought you were dying or something.”

He made a pleading face, grabbing your hands in his.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease Y/N?? Those plants are really special, and I’ve been keeping them alive for so long! Please? Just, come by once a day, pleeeeeease?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes in exasperation before nodding.

“Fine. But you owe me. Better get me something good from New York.”

He nodded eagerly, kind of like a puppy as a big smile broke across his face.

“Absolutely! Thank you!!! Thank you so much!! I was worried for months about who I could get to take care of my plants. Now, the cactus is Larry, he’s in the bedroom. And then there’s Bob over in the kitchen, Bob needs lots of water. Cassandra is the big one, she needs some special care depending on the temperature of the day, and then there’s–”

“HOLD UP!” You cried, eyes wide, “You NAMED your plants???”

Rafael looked at you like it was obvious.

“Yeah…of course. Doesn’t everyone? Now, you can’t forget Sammy. Here, I’ll write it all down for you to make it easier.”

As the blond man started jotting down notes on a napkin, you stared at him in disbelief. What exactly had you gotten yourself into??

anonymous asked:

hc for ouma finding his s/o got murdered during the killing game?

Our first ask!
If it’s not to your satisfaction, please don’t hesitate to tell me!~
-Mod Kaede


Ouma Finding His S/O Murdered During the Killing Game

Out of everyone it could have been, he didn’t believe it would be you.
He let his guard down and thought that someone dating the Ultimate Supreme Leader would come out of the game unscathed. He thought he made sure of it.

  • Once his eyes land on your your corpse, his body runs cold and he starts shaking.
  • His face is blank- a rare occasion. No lies, no mischief to be seen.
  • It hurts.
  • Cold sweat drips down his face and he doesn’t look well.
  • His mind rushes with a multitude of questions- “Why you?”
  • People behind him cautiously walk up and ask if he is okay. Even if he was a liar, losing a loved one hurts- especially when it was cold blooded murder.
  • He turns to them, smiling from ear to ear. “Nishishi~ Oh well.” 
  • His lies increased ten-fold and he stuck to Saihara during the investigation.
  • During the class trial, he made more sloppy lies in an attempt to find the culprit.
  • Once the culprit is discovered, Ouma starts laughing. He smiles ominously; “This is what you get for messing with my S/O~” 
  • Afterwards, he stops speaking up during conversations and only lies when the conversation is directed to him. He just stands there- his face blank.
t h y s í a - [#2]

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: Shin Ho Seok x Reader

Rating: NC-17 (violence, words)

Genre: Action / Crime / Thriller / Romance

Status: On Going

Part: #1 - #2 - #3 - #4 - …

Summary

θυσία

/thoo·see'·ah/

Origin: Ancient Greek

Meaning: An act of slaughtering an animal or person or surrendering a possession as an offering to God or to a divine or supernatural figure.


“Hey, wake up, babe.” A soft voice gently touched you to wake up from your deep sleep. The voice was too familiar for you that made you open your eyes in just a second.

“Minhyuk?” You asked, quickly sat up from bed. “You’re… Alive?” Your palms automatically feeling his cheeks, his warm pale skins, making sure it’s really your boyfriend.

“I am alive, (y/n). It’s really me.” Lips curved on his face as he put down your hands and hold it gently. Tears started rolling down your cheeks, relieved that your dearest boyfriend was sitting on your bedside. “But, now, we have to go.”

“Go?” You asked. His smile dissapeared, eyes looking serious.

“We need to go, now, (y/n).” He repeated. You looked blank. Not understanding what he meant.

“(Y/n), wake up! We need to go!”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I ask for "Oh, don't you cry! I killed million times before" prompt for Vanderwood~? I'm not sure if you write for him, but if you do, it'd be nice~ But if you don't, then just have a nice day! ^^

Sorry this is a little late, and kinda crappy… I need to get back into the hang of writing!


Your hands were trembling as you held the gun out in front of you. Your finger was on the trigger, but sweat made it keep slipping. A cold pair of hands took hold of your own, and steadied your grasp.

Ever since the incident at Mint Eye, and the dissolving of the agency which Saeyoung and Vanderwood had worked for, you had repeatedly been targeted by former agency members. You were key in the betrayal of Saeyoung and Vanderwood. Essentially, you felt that you were to blame.

It was decided that you needed to learn how to use a gun for self-defence. Vanderwood had been the one to take you on, and train you. He was strict, yet firm. He wasn’t blunt with his advice, yet he was still critical. He showed you all of your shortcomings, and taught you methods to get around them.

However…

This wasn’t a typical training situation. Before that point, you had practiced by shooting at sandbags and at targets. This time… There was a very human dummy. It was… scary. The hair looked real. The face looked real. Everything looked real. But it wasn’t. You had been showed that it was simply a model human. A mannequin.

“When you’re ready, pull the trigger. Aim for the knees, chest, or head,” Vanderwood stated, their voice cold and their tone even colder. If this was a real human… Shooting them in any of those places could result in death, or at least put them in a position to be killed…

Tears began to well up in your eyes as Vanderwood eased you into pulling the trigger. If it weren’t for the earplugs you had in, you could have been deafened by the sound which was loud enough to make you flinch even with them.

You barely grazed the target’s arm.

“Try again. You have five more bullets in this round. But remember, in a real life situation, you will not be able to take your time like this.”

 



Your training had come into practice a little too soon for you. You had been on your way to the building where you trained with Vanderwood just a mere day later via the park, when you heard a sudden gunshot from behind you. A nearby tree ended up being caught by a bullet, and your eyes widened.

You were being targeted again.

You turned around, and noticed a masked figure aiming at you once more, so you screamed and ran away quickly. Pulling out the gun wasn’t an option for you… But if you were going to be at risk of dying… Leaving Saeyoung, Saeran, and the RFA behind… A few more shots echoed, and you bit your lip and pulled out the gun in your bag.

Unfortunately, that was too late. You were caught by surprise with a weapon being held right against your forehead, which made you close your eyes. This was it… This was it… You were going to die…

“Hey! Get the hell away from her!” Your eyes shot open as somebody quickly attacked the person trying to kill you. Vanderwood! “Keep hold of my arm, we’re running.” He held his arm out for you, before he helped you in running to get away from the attackers… At least until you were out of the park. “Right. Get to the training building. I’ll be back when I’ve killed those bastards…”

A slight tremble formed on your lips then, before your eyes welled up in tears. Kill… Vanderwood was going to kill… In a horrible game of kill or be killed…

“Oh, don’t you cry! I killed million times before…” Vanderwood folded their arms, before placing some keys in your hand. “You’ll be safe. If it means that you will be safe, I will kill. You are one of the reasons I have freedom from that agency, after all. I’ll be back soon…”