If Lance ever betrays the paladdins (and I hope to God he does if he just spends all of season 3 squawking and moaning every time Keith and Allura make eyes at each other)
Imagine him fighting against Pidge. She tries to dodge his attacks, but he moves with terrifying speed with lethal accuracy. Before she knows it, she’s shot and bleeding on the floor. He sneers down at her
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this, Katie!” He spits her name out like it’s acid.
“I can’t tell you how many times I asked myself why I always stepped in to protect a snot-nosed brat like you whenever you mouthed off at the garrison”
He jams the end of his rifle into the wound on her shoulder and grins at the sound of her scream.
“Why was I putting my neck out for a scumbag who thought they were too good to give me so much as the time of day, outside the simulater?”
He stops smirking and rams the weapon deeper
“Do you have any idea what it’s like to work your ass off for something and be told every third second that you don’t deserve it?”
His eyes turn murky from the memory and he fires the gun on reflex, and blood is rapidly pooling on the floor, mixing with Lance’s tears of rage.
“AND THEN YOU FIND OUT THAT SOME GIRL GOT INTO THE GARRISON JUST TO PLAY MULAN, WITHOUT ANY TROUBLE WHATSOEVER, WHILE YOU HAD TO BE CONSTANTLY REMINDED THAT EVEN AFTER WORKING TOOTH AND NAIL, YOU ONLY MADE THE CUT BECAUSE SOME LOSER WITH A MULLET WANTED TO PLAY CONSPIRACY THEORIST?”
He pulls his mouth back into a distorted grimace and repositions the rifle so that he’s aiming for her head.
“If I had to paint the floor with anybody’s brain matter, Id prefer it to be Keith’s. But until I’ve got his freaky subhuman self in my sights, I’ll make do with you”
Oh my God, I feel like I let
this prompt flopped so bad! I am so bad with trying to describe fighting scenes or any
action scenes in general and I really don’t quite like how this turned out? So
I don’t know. Thank you so much for sending this in and I don’t even know if it
bears any similarity to the leaked trailer too. Hopefully, this is at least
what you wanted? Thank you for sending in your request!
Your voice is so quiet Peter could barely
hear it over the sound of terror that is currently going around but Peter likes
to think that he is so attuned to you that even if there are a lot of noises in
his surrounding, he would still be able to pick you out and he did.
Peter doesn’t think twice and swings over
to where you are. He lands beside you and you groan as you try to lift yourself
up – you had been thrown by one of Thanos’s aliens. Getting punched on the side
of your face as well as getting slammed against the wall hurts like shit.
“You alright?” Peter asks you and even
with the mask on his face, you can still hear the concern in his voice and you
groan as he straightens you up, keeping his arm around you.
Your cheek hurts like hell and your nose
is stinging with pain. Your entire body feels like it has probably been through
better days and you wipe the blood off of your mouth. “Yeah, hurts like hell
but nothing I can’t handle.” You wince when you try to move away from Peter –
you might have pulled a nerve or two, you aren’t quite sure. “You should go and
help them – I can handle the ground; don’t worry.” You lift one of your hands
to Peter’s cheek and he turns his head slightly to press his lips against your
As much as he wants to attend to you, he
knows you can also take care of yourself and he is needed to help the rest.
“Stay safe.” Peter tells you and you nod your head, watching as Peter shoots
his web towards the direction of where the fight is currently happening and you
watch him for a while until you remember you still needed to evacuate a few
people trapped in some buildings.
This is probably one of the reasons why
dating within the team isn’t quite allowed because now Peter cannot stop
thinking about you getting even more injured. You might have tried to downplay
the pain you had but Peter had definitely seen the wince and your limp.
This fight is really starting to exhaust
him – Peter doesn’t know how long they have been fighting or if they will even
win this fight without losing anyone important but all Peter knows is that he
needs to do anything and everything he can do to help his team win this fight.
A lot of innocent lives are at stake and the safety of the entire world
literally falls on all of their shoulders too.
Things have gotten a little crazier and
just as Peter is about to go to you, he realizes that you are so busy trying to
evacuate people that you have left yourself unprotected. His eyes widen when he
notices a bot aiming towards you so he swings towards you. “Watch out!”
You turn your head around just in time to
see Peter getting hit by a beam and he shouts as he lands on the ground,
rolling over a couple of times before laying still. Your eyes widen and you
stare at the bot before putting all the energy in to your hand, taking the form
of a spear and just as the bot is getting ready to shoot again, you throw your
hand towards the bot forcefully, satisfied when the bot explodes.
“Peter!” You hurry over to where Peter is
and he groans as you gather him in your arms. You know you shouldn’t really
move him – that is the basic rule but at that point, you cannot help it. Your
boyfriend just got hit right in front of your eyes all because you had been too
freaking busy and distracted to the point that you have left yourself
Peter shifts slightly but groans – he
doesn’t know what has hit him but his body is on fire and his arm is hurting a
lot too. Using his free, uninjured hand, he pulls off his mask and groans,
tasting the blood in his mouth. He looks at you. “Sorry, Y/N.”
You shake your head, almost feel like
tearing up because Peter is unnecessarily injured because of your negligence
and you shake your head once more. “No, Peter – I should be the one saying
sorry.” You tell him, shuddering when you feel that his arm is most likely
fractured and you want to hold him tight. If only you had been more attentive
to your surroundings, then Peter would not have gotten hurt. “I’m so sorry.”
Your voice cracks.
Peter frowns, furrowing his eyebrows. He
slowly sits up and winces at the pain, looking at you. He reaches for your hand
and laces your fingers with his. “I’m fine – I’ll be fine,” He assures you,
bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.
You aren’t able to reply as Tony Stark
lands beside the two of you. “Are you alright, kids?” He lifts his mask up
briefly to look at the both of you. You can hear the masked concern in his
voice and you shakily nod your head. Peter looks up at Tony.
“Tony, I’m sorry.” You almost want to cry
at how defeated Peter sounds like. If only you had been more careful, he could
have helped the rest of the team out. You only had one job – to make sure no
innocent lives get hurt and even then you have failed. As if sensing your
conflicting emotions, Peter tightens his hold on your hand.
Tony shakes his head. “You’ve done enough
– rest. We’ll take care of the rest.” Tony orders the both of you and seeing as
you are still hurt from being slammed in to the world and punched in the face,
you simply nod your head and Peter nods his head. “Great work, kids.” Tony
looks at the both of you one last time before putting his mask back on and rushing
off to help the rest of the team.
Peter moves away from you so that he can
lean against one of the walls that have been thrown haphazardly. You follow
after Peter, leaning beside him. He reaches for your hand once more and turns
his head to look in the direction where the fight is happening. “If we happen
to die here,” Peter starts and you turn to look at him. He glances away from
the fight to stare at you. “I am glad I get to be with you.”
You give him a small smile. Right now, if
you are to die, you are actually a little bit relieved that you will be
spending your last few moments with him. “Yeah, me too.” You tighten your hold
on his hand and Peter looks back at the fight. If the two of you survive this
ordeal, he is really going to work hard to save up some money so he can buy you
a ring – that’s for sure.
It’s been constantly rumoured about the disappearance of heist-man Ray Narvaez Jr.
Some say he is dead, he was killed in a heist and the crew refused to talk about it to anyone.
Others say that Ray is alive, but he left the crew on his own belief that he was no longer needed. Bad blood rumours on the streets say that Ray and Geoff had a big argument about Rays lack of response when heisting as it almost got the whole crew killed in the last 3 heists and the argument ended with two pistols aimed at each others head. so Ray left.
Another rumour is that he is undercover somewhere in the city, doing very low profile work on busting a large facility which could not be done on a normal heist. None knows what the heist consists of but of course there are the rumours.
Some people believe that Ray just disappeared in the night, taking one of Gavin’s cars from his garage without asking or saying goodbye. However he did leave a short, comedic message for the boys by the bong in the apartment.
“The fuck train is out of here..”
Whatever happened to Ray will most likely stay a mystery, the crew never speak of him.
When Ray first disappeared and the media found out, articles and televised news decorated their time to make their own assumptions, most of the time using his name in vein.
AHH SORRY I Didn't see you did a kidnapping one.. But could you please add V and Saeran?
It’s no problem at all, anonny! But I promised that I would add on the minor trio to this head canon so thank you for your patience! I wrote these to be extra long since it was only three characters plus I haven’t posted a headcanon in a while! So thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^
V couldn’t sit and paced back and forth around his home whenever he found a photo set of Mint Eye followers kidnapping you
He knew that Rika was playing a sick joke on him but dragging you into it made him feel a wave of guilt
From his own experience with that crazy woman, V didn’t call any of the other RFA members for help, he knew that it would only bring harm to them or yourself
So V took a moment to collect himself before going to Mint Eye to save you, no matter the cost
V had to sneak his way around the other Mint Eye followers but halted when he heard your screams coming from Rika’s room
Not caring anymore about anything else, V ran as fast as his long legs could take him to Rika’s room
When V burst through the door, he looked in horror as he saw you, arms bound together and blood coming out from the large wound on your stomach accompanied by other bruises inflicted by the crazy blonde woman
“What’s the matter V? I’m only hurting her before you do, we all know that you will sooner or later. Plus, this will show MC that being with a demon like you only brings pain.” Rika seethed as she stuck her foot on a particularly dark bruise on your body, making you yelp in pain
V stood his ground, taking off his sunglasses to try and show Rika the sincerity in his word
“Rika, please let MC go. She has nothing to do with this. You’re upset with me, please don’t drag her into this all. Just let her go and do whatever you want with me.”
But V’s reasoning fell on deaf ears as Rika only laughed hysterically in his face, pulling out a gun that was aimed towards your head
“You’re so full of it V! Do you honestly think I’m going to let MC live? No, she needs to realize that all you do is bring pain to those around them. Now, say goodbye to your precious little MC!”
Before Rika could pull the trigger, V tackled her to the ground, easily pushing down her smaller figure as he grabbed the gun out of her hand and used the handle to slam into her head to knock her out
The rest was a blur for you but the last thing you remembered was V gently lifting you into his arms with tears in his dull eyes
When you woke up next, you were laying in a hospital bed with V crying softly into his hands
You placed a gentle hand on top of V’s, making him jump but a look of relief washed over his face as he saw you were awake
V enveloped you with a hug, mindful of your injuries and apologized like there was no tomorrow but reaffirmed his everlasting love for you
“I know that everything that happened to you was my fault and I take full responsibility for it. But I don’t want to run away from you, I want to stay by your side and protect you, MC. Please allow me to be with you always because I will make sure that harm never comes to you again my love.”
Saeran tried calling you for the fifteenth time since he arrived at the ice cream parlor
The two of you decided to meet up and have an ice cream celebration because Saeran was told that he was healthy enough to stop therapy
All of his excitement for the day turned to fear as he bit his bottom lip while calling you again
He wouldn’t have been as concerned if anyone else wasn’t responding, you were always on time plus if you were running late, you’d let him know right away
When his phone rang, Saeran breathed a sigh of relief that quickly faded when he saw an unknown caller was calling him
He cautiously answered only to hear your screams on the other end of the line
Saeran bolted out of the ice cream shop, demanding for you to answer him but when a venomous voice answered instead, Saeran’s blood ran cold
“Oh well if it isn’t our little psychotic edgy boy! I’m so glad that you answered, Unknown. You see, we truly miss you here at Mint Eye and even though the savior is gone, we decided to revive paradise, isn’t that amazing?!”
Saeran grit his teeth, his hands shaking from anxiety as he hissed out a response
“What have you done to MC? Where the hell is she?! If you touch one hair on her body I will destroy you.”
The man on the other line tsked and chuckled as he responded, “We had a feeling you wouldn’t corporate, you always were a stubborn one, Unknown. So we thought that the perfect way to make sure you come back to us, stealing your little girlfriend as incentive to make sure you come to us!”
“MC, hang on! I’m going to get you out of there!” Saeran yelled over the phone as he ran back to Seven’s place
“You never learn do you Unknown? We aren’t that stupid you know. If you come here with any weapons or reinforcement then you can say goodbye to your precious girlfriend. Come within the next hour or else we’ll have to turn little MC here into a believe, after of course we give her a small beating.”
To emphasize his point, the man kicked you hard, making you groan in pain and Saeran to since as the line went dead
Ignoring part of the believer’s threats, Saeran ran into his brother’s home, who was away for the week, and grabbed his gun and knife
Saeran knew exactly where the believers would be keeping you captive and before entering he dingy, rusted building, Saeran took a deep breath and remembered that he was fighting to save your life
But when he saw you, Saeran’s gave contorted into one of horror, sorrow, and rage
There were shattered bottles and liquids on the floor, your hands were tied down to a chair as a believer was forcing you to drink the special elixir
“Stop fighting and drink this, then you’ll be allowed into paradise, my dear! Then you can-” The believer wasn’t able to finish as Saeran’s fist pummeled his face
“MC…” Saeran shakily let out a breath as he freed you from the chair, gently cradling you to his chest
When reinforcements came, you could barely make out what was going on but you heard the sound of a gun being fired and believers dropping to the floor
The last thing you saw before passing out was Saeran’s worried face covered in blood as he called your name
Hearing a groan of pain from where you laid in a hospital bed, Saeran raced to your side and took your hand into his own
“MC! How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere? You only were forced a little bit of the elixir so you shouldn’t be in too much pain. Please, please answer me MC!”
Even though your body ached, you lifted a shaky hand to Saeran’s cheek and caressed it softly
“I’m alright, Saeran, just a little sore. Thank you for saving me, my ice cream prince.”
Saeran let out a relived laugh at your annoying nickname for him, he took your hand and kissed it gently as he squeezed it, making a vow to you
“I swear on my life that no one will ever hurt you again. I know that I don’t say it enough but I love you with all of my heart, MC, please never forget that.”
Vanderwood’s hands tightly gripped the car’s steering wheel as he raced his way to rescue
It was only about an hour ago when Vanderwood received the threatening phone call from his previous worker at agency that they kidnapped you and if he ever wanted to see you again, you would return to the agency
Even though he always kept a calm and cool facade, Vanderwood was terrified as to what the agency was doing to you, he knew just how cruel they would be
When he finally arrived at the agency, he sneakily maneuvered his way around the familiar building, tightly gripping his taser the entire time
Vanderwood almost got caught when he saw what his former agency members were doing to you
They had your arms bound together from a hook suspended in the air, your feet barely touching the ground as they made crude comments to you
It was when one of the agents started touching your thighs that Vanderwood sprang into action
You never saw him fight with such rage before, it even scared you when you saw him slit another agent’s throat with his knife
One of the remaining agents cursed Vanderwood, saying that he’d kill you if he didn’t stop his slaughter
The agent cut the rope suspending you but Vanderwood pushed him out of the way, meaning no one was there to catch you from falling as your head smacked the floor, knocking you out
Vanderwood disposed of the last agent but panicked when he saw a tiny stream of blood coming from your head
He quickly checked your pulse and breathed a sigh of relief once he realized you were still alive
When you woke up, you glanced around and saw that you were in a hospital with Vanderwood sitting in a chair sleeping peacefully
Even though your head was pounding and you noticed small cuts and bruises along your skin, you smiled softly and gently rubbed Vanderwood’s hand
At your touch, Vanderwood woke up and grabbed your hand into his own
“Are you feeling better, MC? I’m so sorry that all of the happened to you, it’s my fault. But you don’t have to worry anymore, that agency is destroyed for good my love.“
“Thank you Vanderwood. I was scared but I knew you would show up and save me because you’re the best! Your not hurt yourself, are you?”
Vanderwood rolled his eyes but smiled at your kindness, he watched as you fell back asleep with your own smile on your lip, he made a silent vow to protect you no matter the cost
Author’s Note: If I could explain to you guys how long it took me to write this! LOL! I worked hard on it. It’s a little different from my usual themes (Dom!OC/Sub!Bias whaaaat?!), but I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you again for all your patience! It means so much :) I hope you like it!
It is a truth universally acknowledged that people in high power positions tend to be very submissive in bed. It made sense. They spent their entire day making big decisions, high stress jobs that required 100% of their attention. It was only natural that in bed, they wanted to give up that control and let someone else be in charge of making them cum. He was no different. As one of the youngest and most prominent CEOs in South Korea, he spent many nights in compromising positions, tied up, pinned down, and so fucked out that it was impossible to count his orgasms.
You glanced up from your book at the clock nonchalantly. He always arrived at 11 pm. Sometimes he’d come once a month, other times he’d come every night of the week, but every session began at 11 pm. You’d give him another fifteen minutes. No sooner had the thought entered your mind did you hear the distinct knock of the infamous CEO. You laughed to yourself. He was the definition of punctual.
“Come in.” you said. The door slowly creaked open as he walked in, smiling shyly as he entered your apartment.
“Sorry I’m late.” He began. “I had to –“
“Stop talking. Take off your clothes.” You interrupted. His mouth snapped shut, but he did as he was told. He began undressing quickly, articles of clothing flung haphazardly in any direction in record speed. You fought the urge to laugh as you sauntered over to him, your heels clicking loudly on the floor.
“You kept me waiting.” You said simply.
“I’m sorry Mistress.” He said softly. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. You pressed a hand to his chest and slid it down his torso, your nails raking across his skin, before cupping him firmly between his legs. His head rolled back with a shaky exhale.
“You know I’m going to have to punish you.” You said, smiling at the visible shiver that went down his body and the way his cock began to twitch before your eyes.
“Yes.” He answered with a slight nod of his head. You slapped him across the face, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. “Yes Mistress!” He quickly corrected.
“That’s better.” You said, rewarding him with a few pumps along his cock. You gently tugged him by his cock further into the room, stopping when you reached the bed and pushed him down on his back. He scooted back until he reached the head of the bed. You smiled at his compliance as you straddled his hips and reached up to handcuff his wrists to the bed. He watched anxiously as you secured him to the bed, his dick pressing against your thigh impatiently. You intentionally grinded against him, the only barrier between you being the thin lace panties you were wearing. He groaned deeply and bucked his hips up towards you. You leaned forward, placing kisses along his neck and jawline.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you asked, your breath ghosting over his ear. He ran his tongue along his lips and nodded.
“Yes mistress.” He whimpered, his cock twitching under you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before jumping off of him, leaving him tied and hard on the bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked, the alarm in his voice almost pathetic. You giggled calmly.
“We’ll need some lube, won’t we?” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. After fetching the lube from the bedside table, you climbed onto the bed and situated yourself between his legs. You spread his legs and kissed up his inner thighs. You stopped, maintaining eye contact with him, and enveloped him whole. His eyes widened in shock before they rolled to the back of his head.
“FUCK!” he yelled out as his head slammed back into the pillow. You chuckled with him inside your mouth, the vibrations added a new sensation. You pulled back to the tip, swirling your tongue around his slit, and lowering back down until you felt his cock hit the back of your throat. You continued between deep throating him and teasing the tip of his cock until a string of moans and the clinks of the handcuffs filled the room. You pulled back, pressing the tip of your finger against his entrance. He jerked in surprise, his cock twitching in your mouth in response. You leaned down and kissed his hip soothingly.
“Relax baby.” You cooed. You waited until you could feel his muscles relax before taking him in your mouth again. You slowly slipped a finger to the knuckle, keeping the same pace as your mouth. He moaned loudly, his teeth sinking deep into his bottom lip, unsure of which way to move. You added a second finger, curving them over his prostate while your tongue flicked over the slit of his cock. He thrashed against the bed, screaming your name.
“I’m…I’m gonna cum—” he moaned. You pulled your mouth and fingers away, squeezing the base of his cock to ward off his orgasm. He bucked his hips, desperate for any friction that might help him over the edge, but to no avail. The frustration and disappointment in his voice gave you a giddy sense of joy.
“Do you need to cum?” you asked sweetly, your grip still snug on the base of his cock.
“Yes, please.” He said, still breathless as beads of sweat began to run down his forehead.
“Well, that’s too bad.” You said, nipping at his earlobe. “You’re only allowed to cum when I say.” you said firmly in his ear.
You waited until his breathing returned to normal before starting again. You took his cock in your mouth again, alternating between sucking and licking, while you thrust your fingers in and out of him at a steady rate. By his fourth orgasm denial, there were tears in his eyes.
“Shit…I’m so close” he sputtered under his breath, his eyes shut tight. “Can I please cum? Please?” he whined. You pulled your mouth away, giving the swollen head of his cock a light lick.
“Yes, you can cum.” you said as you grabbed his cock and pumped it in rhythm with your fingers. High pitched moans and deep growls flowed as his hips bucked wildly.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me.” you urged. His jaw dropped and his head fell back as spurts of cum shot across his abdomen and chest. He collapsed down on the bed, the handcuffs barely supporting his arms. You continued to milk him for all he was worth until he began to pull away from you.
“Thank you, Mistress.” He said, his voice barely audible. You let him take a few deep breaths before getting up from the bed. You grabbed a towel and wiped your hands before sloppily wiping the loads of cum from his chest. Tossing the towel to the side of the room, you slowly slid down your panties and reached down to massage your clit. HIs eyes were trained on you, dark with lust.
“I think you need to make me cum. Right now.” You said. His eyes locked on your dripping center. He reached up and licked across your folds eagerly. He reached up to grab your thighs as best he could against the handcuffs. You lifted yourself away from his mouth and pinned his hands down firmly.
“Did I say you could touch me?” you scolded “Use your tongue.” You ordered. He nodded and swept his tongue across your clit in a way that made you arch your back with a moan. He smiled and continued to lap at your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.
“Good boy.” You moaned. You reached up and unhooked your bra, pinching your nipples and tweaking them. He moaned into your pussy at the sight. His wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you scream out in pleasure. Your fingers reached down and buried themselves in his soft hair. You leaned back, running your hands down his body and taking hold of his cock. He was already hard again. You ran your thumb over his slit, eliciting a strained moan from him.
“You get off on pleasing me, don’t you.” You asked.
“Yes Mistress.” he nodded, his tongue flicking ceaselessly against your clit.
“That’s it. Keep sucking my pussy like the naughty slut you are.” you moaned. You began to roll your hips on his tongue, eager to reach your own orgasm. He relaxed his jaw and let you grind against his hot mouth until you were tensing up and coming undone over him. He continued with soft licks, helping you along, until you’d come down from your high.
“Would you like to fuck me now?” you asked as you slid down his body, siting just above his erection.
“God yes!” he groaned. “Please.” He wasted no time, his hands coming out to take hold of your waist. His lips latched to your neck and began to mark you.
“Condoms are in the bedside table.” you moaned. He rolled over, quickly ripped open a foil packet and sheathed himself. You shimmied down and lined him up with your entrance. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on his dick, not stopping until he bottomed out. You reached out and gripped his shoulders, holding on as you glided up at a glacier pace before slamming back down on him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, rolling his hips to meet you thrust for thrust. With this new angle, every bounce had him brushing against your sweet spot. His lips came up and wrapped around your nipple, gently biting down and swirling his tongue around the nub. It was almost too much for you.
“Mmm…I’m gonna cum.” You warned. His fingers began circling your clit as you bounced wildly. You screamed as your inner muscles tightened around him and bringing him towards his own orgasm. His grip on your ass tightened as he emptied himself into the condom, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck to catch his breath. A few halfhearted thrusts later and you were both spent, leaning on each other for support.
He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, the darkening mark on your neck, and aimed for your mouth. You turned your head so that his lips would land on your cheek instead. You climbed off of him and threw your legs to the side of the bed, slipping out of those heels before walking to the adjoining bathroom to clean up.
You could feel the jolts of pleasure as you walked, the tiniest of movements still managing to stimulate you. You slowly wiped your face, fixing your smudged eyeliner and lipstick and smoothed down your wild hair (tasks that would normally take you 30 seconds stretched to five minutes). You walked back into the room to find the CEO carefully putting his clothes back on.
“Um…thank you.” he said, his cheeks flushing. You smiled endearingly at him. How could he possibly be embarrassed after an hour of fucking?
“No problem.” You said nonchalantly. He looked…cute. All the worry lines and stress induced wrinkles were smoothed out in his afterglow. You low key wanted him to spend the night, to sleep in his arms and wake up to that messy hair.
“Have dinner with me tonight.” he said rather than asked, his sudden change back to professional demeanor bringing you out of your daydream. He asked every time he came over and every time you said no. You didn’t want the type of life he was offering. And he knew that. You shook your head and pulled the sheet tighter around your body. He walked over to you, closing the space between the two of you before you could stop him.
“Then at least let me kiss you.” He said. Your eyes widened as you shook your head. Kissing him would make this mean something. Kissing him would unleash all the feelings you’d been trying to keep at bay.
“Just one kiss.” He said, tilting your chin up so that you couldn’t look at anything expect him. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to yours gently, giving you the opportunity to break the kiss if you wanted. When you made no attempt to stop him, he cupped the sides of your face, deepening the kiss as if he’d been saving it after every dirty word, every hook up, and every orgasm. His tongue glided over yours, his tastes mingling on yours in this new, intimate way. You hadn’t been kissed like that before in your life and it made you yearn for more. You weren’t ready for him to pull away, but he did. He winked down at you, managing to make you blush. He put his jacket back on and kissed your forehead once more before leaving your apartment. You smiled as you locked the door behind him. He hadn’t been gone for 30 seconds before he came knocking on your door again.
“Did you forget something?” you asked. He shook his head.
“Same time tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure.” You answered.
“Great. I’ll bring dinner to you. Wear some cute pajamas.” He said with a proud smirk. He waved before you closed the door in his face, rolling your eyes and unable to wipe that stupid smile off your face.
fuck the manager who asked my friend to drop out of high school to work at cinos full time when he's going to be a junior this year
As a mom I’d be going in there and throwing textbooks at that manager. Screaming “EDUCATION! COMES! FIRST! MORON!” I have great aim for head shots so don’t try fucking with a kid’s education around me. I hope they told them off! -abby
You were quick to move to the opposite side of Jungkook to sit away from Namjoon. Silence followed after everyone was sat until Yoongi cleared his throat. He intertwined his two hands, placing them firmly on the table out in front of him. Yoongi was glaring directly at you with intent of something.
“Now that the lovebirds are present.. we can really get down to business.” He smirked.
The two fearful and powerful men both had quite intense looks on their faces. Clearly speaking volumes that they weren’t here to play games. Their auras were incredibly threatening and it was agonizingly silent in the room. So silent that the small ‘tick’ of the clock across the room could be heard like no other. Surely you were the only one on edge, but the sudden sound of Yoongi’s fingers tapping against the wooden table startled everyone. You held your hands in your lap, focusing on them, not daring to look up upon the chance of landing in anyone’s eyesight other than Jungkook’s. And that wasn’t something you were daring to risk.
“Well I’ll be damned. If no one else would like to initiate the damn conversation, I will.” Yoongi snapped. You watched from the corner of your eye as Yoongi reached into his suit and pulled out the same small dark red pocket knife Jungkook had given you the day before. He placed it out flat on the table and looked over at you, giving a small wink. You tensed. You tried to look over at Jungkook for comfort, but his gaze was directly on Namjoon. You slightly pivoted your head to get a look at his reaction. Namjoon of all people in the room seemed so disinterested.. bored even. Lucky enough for him, he had enough ego to even be bored in such a position.
Summary: Growing up in an orphanage was hard, but when three men kidnap you as collateral, you find out that your life prior to being trapped in a house with twelve men was a piece of cake. Your loved ones were more corrupt than you thought and your enemies are closer than ever.
Genre: Mafia!au, smut, angst (EXO ot12)
WARNINGS: mention of rape, abuse and killing.
word count: ~4.5k
“Shit!” you muttered under your breath. How is it eight o’
clock already? The time seemed to fly by today and you still
had a million things to do. You packed up the last of the cakes and bread that
you had made and ran out the door.
You were on your way to deliver some of your baked goods to
the orphanage that you were raised in. Mrs. Kim the woman who was in charge was
the same woman who stuck to you like a thorn in your side to help raise you up
to be a successful individual. She still worked there and was simply getting to
old to be able to do as much for the kids as she wished she could, so you took
it upon yourself to help her as much as possible. Mrs. Kim wasn’t just anyone
to you, she was your mother, or at least the closest you would get to one in
this lifetime. So you would grin and bear it after a long days of work on your
feet to help clean and cook for the kids at the home.
Thankfully the walk to the home was only a few blocks away
from your apartments so getting there was no issue. As you walked closer to the
home you started to feel excited and anticipate the look on the kids’ faces
when they noticed that you brought them a cake. Baking away your stress was one
of your favorite past times and the kids were always more than happy to see you
come through the front door with goodies in your hands.
Summary: After reuniting with your father, Rick, Negan pays Alexandria a visit. Rick hasn’t informed you about the notorious psychopath with a baseball bat, but once he greets you, you are completely aware of who he really was previously; your high school gym coach.
Warnings: Language, Negan’s vulgar mentions.
Reader is over eighteen in flashback.
Not condoning relationships like these, just for entertainment.
You instantly fluttered your weary eyes open as the familiar smell of freshly cooked bacon filled your nostrils. A sigh escaped your full lips as you positioned your body the opposite direction to face the clock. It read; 11:50PM. “What the hell?” You muttered in annoyance as your feet came in contact with the hard wood flooring. Your father was apparently whipping up breakfast at midnight.
You didn’t know much about Rick, other than the fact he was your father. Your mother decided to leave him at a young age, because in her point of view, she wasn’t ready to be tied down. So, from the ages 5 to 21, you went without a male figure in your life. Because of that, you didn’t exactly care for your mother. Awful to say, but she just wasn’t cut out to be a mom. You were sick of not having a responsible parent in your life so you went to where she said your father would be, Alexandria; a small area in Georgia. It has been a total of two weeks since you’ve stayed with him, and you could finally say you had a father, even if there’s not much people to tell because of the apocalypse.
You walked downstairs to find your father munching a bacon sandwich, pairing it with a glass of whiskey. You snickered in amusement at the sight, covering your mouth at the sudden sound you didn’t mean to make. He quickly glanced at the end of the staircase to find you with a silly grin plastered along your face. “Laughin’ at me, kid?Here, have a sandwich, but don’t touch the whiskey. Even if you’re twenty three, I don’t like seeing you drink.” He replied in a joking manner, chuckling as he grabbed the plate of cooked bacon that was placed on a paper towel that was now soaked with grease.
You mentally gagged at the sight but showed no disgust to spare his feelings. “Uh, no thank you Rick - I mean, dad. It’s a little to late for me to be eating.” You corrected yourself with a apologetic grin.
You watched as he returned the genuine smile, nodding his head in acceptance. “That’s okay sweetheart. I’ll save this for you and Carl in the morning.”
You couldn’t believe your step brother was still sleeping with the aroma of bacon in the house, but after him trying to score a date with Enid all day, you understood it was probably pretty tiring for the poor kid.
He walked towards the door as he slipped a flannel along his torso. “You can go back to bed if you want. I’m sorry if I woke you. I’m going out for a little bit if that’s alright.” He responded, awaiting your approval.
You instantly nodded your head, placing your hand on the railing of the staircase. “That’s fine dad. See you in the morning.”
He simply smiled happily at your new nickname for him and shut the door, heading to wherever Michonne was.
You knew he was visiting her every night and staying with her which made you pleased. You adored Michonne at first meeting. She had that wonderful motherly vibe to her that you appreciated and was desperate to have.
Your eyes shot open at the sudden loud interruption from downstairs. You were positive your father wasn’t back already, considering he usually spends the night with Michonne. But who else would it be ransacking downstairs in the kitchen?
You slyly grabbed your pistol from the nightstand drawer and tip toed downstairs to see the action play before your eyes. You gripped the weapon as you aimed your head towards the kitchen so you could see from an angle.
You covered your mouth in fright as you saw a tall, slender man with dark hair slicked back, dressed in a leather jacket and black slacks. What troubled you most was the bat covered in barbed wire draped across his shoulder as he plundering through the refrigerator.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?!” You bowelled as you cocked the gun towards him with a look of disgust.
He jolted as if he were alarmed by the sound of your voice, placing his hands up in surrender with a smirk plastered across his face once his eyes met yours. “Mmm baby doll, I didn’t quite catch who you are. I’ve never saw you around here before. What’s your damn name?” He inquired flirtatiously.
The man didn’t know you, you had a gun aimed at him, and he still wanted in your pants?
Your eyes widened at the familiar resemblance once his eyes scanned over yours. “C-Coach Negan?”
You stretched your acing muscles as you placed your weight onto your hand which gripped your friend, Angela’s, shoulder. “He is so much better than high school boys, Ang.” Your teeth came in contact with your bottom lip as you bit down hard, staring at the older man instructing another student from the bleachers.
“Kid, I don’t give a fuck if your mom says you can play basketball. You can’t dunk, pass, or dribble for shit.” He exclaimed bluntly as he forcefully returned the ball towards the player which hit him in the shoulder causing the rest of the classmates to laugh in amusement.
Angela snorted, “He’s pretty hot but definitely an asshole,”
As his eyes scanned you from head to toe, she fake winced in pain as she stretched her lengthily leg too far causing her to curse, trying to get coach's’ attention. “Watch and learn.”
Coach Negan’s gaze shifted towards the two of you causing your heart to race. “You girl’s okay?” He climbed across the bleachers which was a struggle for his long legs.
She shook her head, displaying false pain as he sat below the two of you. “I think I pulled a muscle, Coach.”
“Shit Angela, you gotta be careful.” He began to massage the calve, all the way up to her upper thighs with swift motions.
Your mouth practically watered at the sight as you imagined it was you.
He playfully slapped her knee as he was finished. “You’re good to go. I suggest you don’t fake it this time.” A smirk toyed upon his lips as his chocolate eyes were fixed on yours.
“(Y/N), how about you come down here and we’ll work on your stretching. You really can’t even stretch for shit.” He chuckled loudly as he extended his hand towards you making you gulp nervously, taking his hand which felt like electricity running through your veins.
He gave your hips a light squeeze as he pulled you onto the gym floor making you softly gasp.
“Now, try and stretch your leg over your head.” He requested as he folded his arms across his broad torso, placing the clip chart with everyone’s attendance onto a random seat.
You scoffed, “How the hell am I suppose to do that?”
His throat vibrated against your shoulder as he chuckled softly. “Lift your leg up.” He purred into your ear as you obeyed, your heart pounding faster in excitement.
He gripped your thigh as you lifted your aching leg higher and higher making a soft moan travel from your lips as he helped you.
“Don’t get too excited, we’re on school grounds.” He groaned as he squeezed your shoulders, quickly pulling away as a group of students passed by.
You felt embarrassed. He most likely thought of you as a kid even if you were nineteen years old, the oldest in his class.
Maybe all the touching was just a joke? But those looks weren’t. They were looks of pure lust. He couldn’t joke that. Even Angela admitted he was staring so hard during one game that another teacher had to get his attention to focus. The idea sounded wrong but you were a consenting adult and so was he.
“(Y/L/N), help me place all the basketballs in the storage room. Your ass sure needs more points.” He pointed out as he gestured towards the hall where the room was located.
Angela smirked at you with a supporting nod as you glanced her way.
“Come on.” He instructed in a more stricter tone causing you to jog his way.
“Sorry Coach.” You smirked seductively at him once his eyes met yours.
“Oh, you’re fucking pushing it.” He pushed your body against the wall once the coast was clear.
“C-Coach..” You whimpered as you wrapped your arms along his torso.
“Listen, I don’t mess with kids. Considering you’re nineteen, you’re an adult. Though, the school doesn’t give a shit and they’d still fire me. Just promise you won’t tell anyone?”
You instantly nodded as you crashed your lips onto his, feeling as this is what you’ve waited so long for.
A throaty groan escaped from his lips as he continued to press his soft lips onto yours, snaking his arms along your small frame.
“This, is this what you’ve been waiting for?” He hissed, squeezing your waist as his lips explored yours excitedly.
You eagerly nodded until he pulled away, his finger coming in contact with your bottom lip as he stopped you. “To be continued.”
After that experience, it was continued multiple times. Coach Negan became closer to you until a student reported the taboo behavior between the two of you. They had no evidence so the school dropped it and warned him. He informed you he could no longer be around you without wanting more, so he quit his job as a gym teacher to be a cars sales man. It practically devastated you.
Negan’s eyes lit up with joy as his eyes scanned the young woman who was so prominent in his past life. His life before it all fucked up. “(Y/N), shit, I knew that was you.” He responded happily as he pulled you onto a tight hug.
You smiled as you embraced the older man. “I have to say, I missed your smart ass telling me I suck at everything.”
He chuckled loudly, placing his hands on your wide hips. “I didn’t half recognize you without those tight little gym shorts on, doll.”
You blushed, shifting your attention towards the floor until his fingers lifted your chin. “I’ve missed you, doll. Not just screwing around in that tiny storage room, really you.”
You giggled at his same dialogue. “I’ve missed you too. I apologize for how.. uh..” You searched for a word. “How naughty I was back then.”
He laughed softly, dragging your bottom lip. “Good times.” He whispered seductively.
You leaned in, pressing your lips onto his which caused him to squeeze your hour glass shaped waist.
He gripped your hair gently as he continued to kiss your familiar lips. “To be continued.” He chuckled against your lips causing you to roll your eyes at his usual catch phrase.
“I didn’t miss that phrase.”
You two joined in laughter until a knock interrupted. “I’m home sweetheart.” Rick’s voice shouted.
How about a fic where Peter gets a concussion while playing basketball and starts like puking and tony has to come get him bc idk parent tony au xD
(Hey beautiful friend, here’s your not so beautiful fic, for a beautiful person who deserves a better fic but tbh this is all I can produce!! Anyway, so here’s a short little fic starring parent Tony bc that’s some good shit yo)
Peter had never liked sport.
He hated how his chest felt like it was on fire when he ran, how the world seemed horribly heightened and horrifying. He felt out of control, and felt as if the world was tipping out of balance as he’d become painfully aware of his existence.
Peter would dread gym, often purposely leaving his gear or trying to find jobs to do around the school. He’d seek out the nice little old receptionist lady or the janitors or workmen to see if they needed help, just to get out of gym. Peter had gone as far as to fake injuries in the past, to a successful degree. Middle school drama had served its purpose, and Peter was thankful for it.
In fairness, ever since the radioactive spider incident, exercising wasn’t quite as agonising as it used to. His bones wouldn’t screech at him and his lungs wouldn’t be begging for air as he ran, or how exhausted and heavy he felt after a basketball game. Having a new spider body was pretty good, and he could do sit ups without struggling and failing to get up, his core aching and like it was being weighed down by a rockslide worth of stones.
But something Peter would never ever get used to was the pressure of competitiveness.
How the Batboys would react to their s/o dying the same way they did- Jason Todd
You frowned at the sight of Gotham’s most hated and feared clown, the Joker. He and his deranged girlfriend, Harley, have been wreaking havoc ever since they broke out of Arkham Asylum. AGAIN. You were tired of this bullshit, and Jason was, too. The “no killing” rule was starting to get on your nerves, even if you weren’t apart of the great Bat Family. A mercenary like yourself shouldn’t even be close to them, but ever since you met Jason when you were training with the All Caste. You joined him when he formed The Outlaws, and stood by his side when the team fought against the Untitled. After that, you and Jason returned to Gotham and found out that the clown prince broke out once again. You were on strict orders to observe and report their actions from daddy Bats, but he never said you couldn’t use a sniper to watch him. Currently, he was joyriding in a stolen vehicle and causing mayhem on the streets. You couldn’t see Harley in the car with him, but you knew that she would soon appear.
“(S/H/N) to Red Hood, the Joker is in my sights, but Harley hasn’t shown up yet,” you spoke through the comm.
“Copy that. I’m about a few minutes from your position, I’ll catch up with you soon,” Jason said.
“See you soon.”
You started running across the rooftops and following the speeding car. When you were falling behind, you grappled from building after building, and shot a tracking device on the trunk. You smirked and linked the tracking device to Jason’s gear, knowing that he would like to know where the maniac is. The tracking device led you to a shutdown amusement park, which you thought was a waste of space. Why is there so much wasted space in Gotham? You knew that tons of money went to crime lords and corrupt politicians and businessmen, so that was one of the many reasons Gotham was wasting away. You landed on top of an attraction that had the perfect cover for keeping an eye on the Joker.
“Oh Harley, I’m home!”
You frowned when Harley didn’t appear to welcome her lover home. Footsteps behind you made you realize that this was a trap. You turned around and had a mallet hit you right on the side of your head. You collapsed on the ground and tried to pull yourself up, but the world was spinning too much.
“Nighty night, sweetie!”
You groaned when you regained consciousness, the pounding in your head and nausea informing you that you have a concussion. The ringing in your ears did not help you focus, but you were able to take in the scene around you. You were on the floor inside one of the attractions at the amusement park, but you didn’t feel any rope or handcuffs on your wrists or ankles. You tried to move your arm, even to just twitch your finger, but your whole body was paralyzed. You steadied your breathing, knowing that keeping calm is the best thing you could do right now. You could see all of your weapons on a table at the far corner of the room, but you knew that you still had your tracking device embedded in your arm. It would take a lot to brake that device, and you knew that Jason was on his way. After a few minutes, laughter could be heard from behind you. The laughter grew until you heard a door squeaking behind you, hinting that you are in some deep shit right now.
“Look, Harley, the little hero is awake!!” Joker cackled.
When he was in your line of vision, he was swinging a crowbar and whistling a tune you weren’t familiar with. You felt your heart beat faster and faster as he inched closer to you with the crowbar in hand. You willed yourself to move, but you only managed to twitch your index finger slightly. Harley grabbed your limp arms and cuffed your hands to chains hanging off of the ceiling. You were on your knees with your hands suspended in the air when the first swing from the crowbar connected with your stomach. His cackles overpowered your gasps and heavy breathing.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve done this, but I think I’m getting the hang of this!” he said and swung the crowbar at you again, hitting your ribs over and over again.
The beatings continued for what seemed like hours, but you knew it was only a few minutes.
“Puddin’, he’s almost here!” Harley shouted, interrupting Joker’s swing.
“Oh well, looks like we’re cutting our playtime short,” he chuckled and walked over to the door. “I definitely had a bomb, but I guess I had a little bit more fun than you. You are awfully quiet, but I guess it’s just your brooding character.”
The door was slammed shut, leaving you alone in the room beaten and broken. You were finally able to move your fingers and pick the locks on the cuffs. You fell face first onto the ground, but you were able to slowly crawl to the door despite your broken ribs and injuries. You were able to reach the handle of the door, but it was locked. A sharp pain erupted in your arm and you retracted it away from the handle, knowing that Jason would soon be here to save you. You heard a beeping noise and froze. Once you gained the courage, you slowly looked over to your left and saw a bomb timed to go off in a minute. You placed your hand on the door behind you and pulled yourself up, wincing when the pain was too much. You went to the table that had your weapons as quickly as you could and returned to the door. The timer had thirty-eight seconds left when you shot the handle off and rammed into the door. You lost your balance and fell onto the floor once again, but you refused to give up. You pulled yourself up again and used the wall for balance to escape as fast as you could. When you were finally able to see the exit, you were relieved to know that this was almost over. You clutched onto your gun and continued to the exit until a gunshot echoed throughout the hall. You collapsed and screamed, the pain erupting from your abdomen flooded your senses.
“I just knew you were going to escape!” Joker stated and aimed the gun to your head, “I am so glad I stuck around to see your last moments.”
You gave Joker a bloody smile before shooting him right in between his eyes, “If I’m going, I’m taking you with me you psychotic piece of shit.”
You tossed your gun to the side and leaned your head up against the wall. You knew that your time was up, and all you had on your mind was Jason. A few tears slid down your cheeks as you thought about the future the two of you wanted but will never get.
“I’m sorry, Jason.”
Jason was only a few feet away from the entrance when the building exploded and went up in flames. He was knocked down by the force of the explosion and screamed your name. Once he was back on his feet, he ran into the building and found your bleeding body right near the Joker’s dead body, which he left to burn in the flames. He cradled your broken body and immediately checked for a pulse, but found nothing. He ripped his helmet off and tossed it to the side. His blue eyes looked at your injuries and knew that there was no way to revive you. He wiped the tears off of your face, only to have his own replace yours. He knew that he shouldn’t have involved you in this. He knew that he should have left you with Roy when Bruce called him. He looked back at the burning attraction, feeling relieved that Joker was finally dead. His heart breaking overpowered that feeling, making it useless to find the pros of your death. He knew that you would tell him to move on, but he couldn’t. He gathered your body in his arms and contacted Roy, telling him of the new mission that required his expertise. Jason knew the consequences of using the Lazarus Pit, but you were stronger than he ever was.
Are you tired of getting headshot? Are you already dead because someone shot you in the head? Is your aim so bad your accuracy is below zero? Do you use an auto aim because you’re old? Are you Jesse McCree? Do you have 500 US dollars? If so, sign up today for Ana Amari’s boot camp, where I’ll turn you into a pro in no time!
Can you do a scenario of 2p Italy trying to train his kid to be his heir and the kid just breaking down and saying they don't like the Mafia and want nothing to do with it?
“No no no! Diana, If you want people to respect and fear you, then you cant be lenient. It’s your way or the highway and you need to be ready to enforce that.” Luciano’s tone grew more gentle as he finished speaking. He ushered his daughter towards the man kneeling, tied up on the ground.
“But dad, I-”
“No buts, Principessa, you can’t hesitate.” He gently guided the gun in Diana’s hands so that it was pointed at the man. “Now aim straight for the head, we want a quick death this time around.” The man on the ground looked up, locking eyes with the gun, pupils dilating in fear as they shook. They couldn't speak, Luciano had already cut their tongue out. Diana started to cry as she dropped the gun.
“Daddy I cant do this!” She yelled, collapsing to the floor and sobbing.
“Shh, hey, Principessa, it’s okay, you’ll get there!” He crouched down, rubbing her back comfortingly. He picked her up. “You’ll be able to do it one day.” He picked up the gun. “Now, watch how I do it.” He shot the man straight through his head, their body crumpling to the floor with a thud. Diana stopped crying in shock, looking down in horror, she realized that she had blood on her dress. This made her start sobbing again. Luciano noticed the blood and sighed.
“It’s okay, it happens all the time. I’ll have a maid wash your dress, don’t worry.” He assured. Diana just kept crying.
Cupid kept shooting his poison
Dipped arrow at me, every time
I’d flee, the pointy tipped missiles
Barely missing, grazing oh so
Close…another alarming almost!
One that was aimed at my hard head,
I caught by the skin of my teeth;
I tasted it for weeks, but
Was otherwise unfazed.
Until the grim day, I let down
My guard…one came whizzing
At me. I put up my shield, but
I was too late. Pierced,
The toxins found passage
Into my bloodstream.
Now I’m resigned to my
(August inkstay word prompt #6: teeth, arrow, grim)
Because I am never going to have the energy to draw this but I’ve been thinking about it since Friday and it won’t leave my head:
Jen: Oh, DAY-AY-UMN~ It is kind of a sausage party in here. FOR THE RECORD, *Points at David* Would hit it. *Points at Gwen* Would hit it. *Points at Campbell* Would hit it. *Points at Quartermaster* Hard pass, haha!
Quartermaster: Cameron…who is this…person?
Cameron: This is Jen, my new counselor! She used to work at a nearby camp before it got shut down!
David: A camp that got shut down? But that sounds like-
Daniel: *pops up behind him* Oh, YEAHHHHHH~! She’s my former co-counselor. My bestie from camp, the apple of my eye, the bullet to my gun aimed at some poor shmuck’s head. Campbell, thank you so much for hiring her. Even thought she is *leans close to David’s ear in the most annoying fashion* THE WORRRRRRRST~~! She is the worst person in the entire world. Total skank, can’t even draw a pentagram properly. But thank you, means a lot!
Cameron: Of course! Can’t say no to two counselors with plenty of experience.
David: *leaning away from Daniel* Does it have to be these two counselors?
Jen: Oh, hey, boss man, that reminds me; I need to leave early today because my shrink got me and him tickets to a concert. And I already committed to that so if you say I can’t go, it’d be like you’re taking something away from me.
Gwen: Actually, sir, we really do need her to stay and help-
Jen: I totally hear you, I also don’t like what you’re saying. So if you say no, sir, I WILL sacrifice a camper to Satan in the bathroom.
Cameron: Well, I can’t say no to that, can I?
Daniel: What did I tell you? *Leans close to David again* The WORRRRRRST~~
So I stumbled across THIS Gif a few days ago, and the comment about imagining Ed stroking his fingers up and down your arm, and underneath your sleeve totally got me and it spiralled into a Cuddly oneshot that I’m kinda in love with. Hope you guys like it, and no Smut this time around!
“Edward Christopher….” Your voice is soft, yet a touch of wry exasperation flavours the words you aim in his direction. “You’re absolutely NOT helping, you know.”
You’re splayed across one end of the overstuffed, navy blue sectional that occupies your living room, well-worn plush throw pillows propping your legs up. Your MacBook is open in your lap, textbooks, mounds of handwritten notes and references stacked beside you. You were thisclose to finishing your last semester of school, and this last, final paper, along with your final exams, had consumed every moment of your time and energy for the past 2 weeks. The topknot that resides atop your head probably hadn’t been let down in days, and your ever-present sweatpants were probably becoming a little TOO well-worn. You’d abandoned your contacts 4 days ago, and resorted to the glasses that Ed so lovingly referred to as your “Potter Specs”. You were BEYOND ready to be done, and to rejoin the world of the people that slept. And bathed. That’d be a good idea.
Your eyes were beginning to cross as you attempted to keep focus on the screen in front of you, and your fingers were beginning to forget how to spell. A deep, exhausted sigh falls from your lips, and only a moment later, you feel his weight shift from his position to the side of you, on the opposite side of the sofa, to now against your hip. You feel, suddenly, warm fingers gently tracing along the outer bend and crease of your arm. They drift slowly upward, gently, softly stroking under the sleeve of your jersey. Slowly up and down, a soft, soothing pattern drawn against the warm give of your flesh. A soft hum of contentment rumbles in your chest, the slow stroke of his slightly calloused fingertips sending waves of warmth and relaxation through your tense, exhausted body. However heavenly his fingers were though, they were NOT helping your already stretched-to-capacity brain to prove your hypothesis. Hence, your half-hearted protest.
“Sooo not helping me concentrate, Teddy.” You sigh. “Feels SO nice, but I gotta finish this SOMEHOW, and soon.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose and exhaled. Seeing the red indent around your wrists you rotated and rubbed them a few times to try to get the blood flowing again. You lean over the table to grab the knife and cut through the zip tie that bound your legs together. Getting up you finally took of your hoodie, groaning as you stretch out your body, while your mind is still in disbelief of what just happened.