(this is a sequel to THIS ‘I think there’s someone in the house’ fic!)
The paramedics hammer on the door, and Neil looks up, teary-eyed, from where his face is pressed into Andrew’s damp hair. He’s feeling for his breath with the back of his hand, waiting moment to moment for Andrew to die in his arms, silently like he does everything else. Urgency keeps stunning Neil all over again, hysterical defibrillators. The EMT’s are calling out through the wall, muffled but calm.
It feels unthinkably wrong, their absolute evenness and ease outside his door when his life is an exposed neck and Andrew’s death is the whirring blade of a saw.
He realizes that he has to get up to let them in, and it seems as impossible as it would be for Andrew to spring up and answer the door himself. He feverishly wants them to crumple the door to splinters and be inside already.
It’s a herculean effort to ease Andrew to the ground, like he’s gritting his teeth and cutting off his own leg. He touches Andrew’s clammy face briefly but he can’t bring himself to try and slap him awake. He props Andrew’s bare feet up on the rim of the bath so the blood will flood towards his head, at least.
He feels untethered to his body when he stands, a helium balloon with its usual weight passed out on the bathroom floor. He falls into the wall immediately, adrenaline neck and neck with exhaustion.
He finds his way to the front door without his mind’s help. His head is in the bathroom with Andrew, and he knows that no matter what happens it’ll be there for a long, long time.
The next time he blinks, a man in uniform is holding his biceps and peering down at him seriously.
“—sir? Sir, are you hurt at all?”
“No,” Neil says, lips numb. “Bathroom. He’s in the bathroom. He’s bleeding to death.”
He turns, easily slipping the paramedic’s grip. There’s a procession of them, hefting a gurney and a couple of kits, and they’ve brought all the cold from outside in on their heels. They’re such a foreign object in their warm, messy apartment — uniformed, official, and precise.
It’s deadly, walking in and seeing Andrew spread out in his boxers, blood oozing through his t-shirt from his loose stitches, pale enough to match the porcelain. Neil’s seen enough corpses to recognize what they look like.
He falls heavily to his knees and puts his head directly to his chest, listening, tears slipping hotly over the bridge of his nose.
“Please,” he slurs. His heartbeat is a tentative thud, a knock from an unexpected guest. “Help him. Now, help him now.”
“We’re going to try our best Sir, but you’ve got to get out of the way,” someone says gently.
He topples backwards onto his hands. It’s a cramped space, and he knows it would be easier if he waited outside, but he also knows he’d rather die than leave them alone with him.
The first guy kneels down and takes Andrew’s pulse, and Neil shakes his head. They’re too slow, time is feeding directly into a wide open drain.
“He needs an IV. He’s two litres down, at least. You’ve got to—“ A petite woman puts a hand on his shoulder and he shrugs her off violently. “No! You have to listen to me.”
“We know what we’re doing,” she says. “Are you an MD?” She eyes him doubtfully, gaze flitting from his scars to where her colleagues are taking vitals and cutting through Andrew’s clothes.
“Yes,” Neil says wildly. “And he needs an IV. Possibly two. Large-bore, normal saline. He’s not getting any oxygen, and he’s been like this for as long as it took you to gather your meager response team.”
She purses her lips, but she’s a professional. He can see her repressing her anger and it infuriates him. He feels like he’s crashing, over and over again, and he’s watching someone daintily pump the breaks.
“He’s right,” one of the EMT’s says distractedly. “We’re gonna need to get some fluids started, he’s in hypovolemic shock, sats below 50.”
“You want to tell me what happened?” one of the men asks.
“No,” Neil says as evenly as he can manage, reaching out to graze Andrew’s cold fingers.
“Did you do these stitches?” the woman asks, pulling at Andrew’s skin to get a better look at them. He suddenly sees how they must look to them, sloppy and angry red. Neil bends her arm away without thinking about it.
“Don’t touch him,” he snaps. He could break her arm and it would make him feel better. He drops her, disoriented by his own violence.
“There’s no need to be antagonistic,” the first man says. “We don’t want to have to remove you.”
“You really don’t,” Neil agrees. “You won’t succeed.”
babe I don’t know how accidentally slapping someone works ( i mean you either slap them or you don’t) so I am going to make it a slap out of anger
Also, right now I’m doing only Jin, Rapmon and yoongi, maknae line and jho(p)e will follow soon. I hope that won’t be a problem! Thank you for requesting! 💜
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You would be arguing about something stupid and Jin would be shouting on the top of his voice, telling you to get your shit together. You could tell he was really angry. You had observed that he had been losing his temper at the drop of a hat, the past few days, but listening to him screaming at you would make you angry as well. “What’s gotten into you, Jin? Why the fuck do you have to be so angry all the fucking time? Stop behaving like a fucking lunatic-”
The crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. He had slapped you.
Immediately, after releasing all of his tension in that act, he would stare at you wide eyed. You would have your hand on your cheek, equally shocked.
“I’m sorry, y/n I just-I didn’t want to-please oh god I am so sorry” He would try to come closer to you in an effort to comfort you but you would flinch and back off, eyes red-angry, tearful and betrayed-, you would look at him, tears now freely falling.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” you would say, taking your bag and leaving the apartment, leaving behind a crying Jin.
Namjoon would barge into your room, picking you up from your bed, violently yanking on your hand. He would drag you out to the dining room-despite your strong protest at the way he was treating you-and there you would see his bratty female friend sitting on one of the chairs, crying her eyes out.
“What the fuck, Kim Namjoon?” You would ask him, yanking your arm out of his grip.
“How dare you, y/n? I knew you could be crazy but this is just crossing all the fucking limits. How could you bully her?”
You stood in shock. YOU…bullying HER?
“What the fuck are you talking about? Why would I do that?”
“She told me, she showed me the marks. You hit her. What the fuck y/n? How could you?”
You looked at his friend, sitting behind him giving you a smirk and all you could see was red.
“Get the fuck out of my house, you lying bitch.” You would start towards her when Namjoon would forcefully turn you towards him and slap you across your cheek.
A sharp pain would hit you, leaving a throbbing sensation in your cheek.
“Did you just fucking slap me?” You would say through the angry tears.
“Yah namjoon-ah, i was just kidding..you went too far.” His friend would stand up out of fear and mild nervousness and just take her leave.
“Save it. I’m leaving.”
“no..no please, no no, I am so sorry. I thought you were going to hit her- and I just lost it- oh god I didn’t know she was lying-yah y/n please don’t leave. Please baby, I’m so sorry.” He would try to stop you from leaving but you had already packed your stuff and walked out of the apartment before he could finish whatever explanation he was giving you.
He would be furious, blaming you for throwing some of his important work away. This would just be a stimulus to an already irritated Yoongi. He would be exhausted and frustrated by the sheer amount of work and even though you will have thrown out nothing, he would take this as an opportunity to release all his anger.
“You threw out my things didn’t you? When the fuck will you grow up?” Yoongi would step into the kitchen, where you were making yourself and him some sandwiches. You would turn around to look at him with your eyebrows raised, giving him an uncomfortable smile, trying to calm him down. You knew how exhausted he was.
“I didn’t throw out anything, love.” you would step towards him.
“Shut the fuck up. You have been really annoying lately, you know that? The stuff you fucking threw out was my production work. I had to submit it tomorrow, do you fucking understand what that means?”
You tried to control your anger, remaining calm and maintaining an indifferent expression towards his hurtful words.
“Honey, I did not throw anything out, okay? Just check around. You’ll find it.”
“I DON’T HAVE THE FUCKING TIME TO CHECK AROUND!” He roared and you took a slight step backwards because you were startled. You had never seen him like this.
“What’s wrong, Yoongi? Are you okay?” You would ask him slightly concerned at his outburst.
He would look at you with red eyes, “Do I look like I’m fucking okay, you bitch?”
You would stand there with your mouth open. “What the fuck did you just call me?”
“A bitch. That’s what you are. Why the fuck are we together? You threw out my stuff and now you’re acting like an innocent fuck who doesn’t know what’s happening.” He would be on a roll, enraged. “You probably don’t have to work this hard because I’m rich and your boss is all over you but I WORKED DAY IN AND DAY OUT TO MAKE THAT SHIT!” Yoongi would shout as he came closer to you.
“MIN YOONGI, THAT’S ENOUGH!” You would shout back, holding your ground as he stood only half a hand away from you. “All this for a fucking music sheet, that I didn’t even throw out? Please stop-”
Rage boiled through Yoongi’s body as he tuned you out. He barely had a chance to think of his actions as he threw his hand forward as hard as he could, whipping it across your face. The sound resonated off the walls of the apartment. You could feel the vibration of his hit and pain spread across the left side of you face. His palm was bright red, the same red mark that matched the one on your face. You stared at him with your eyes wide as your hand slowly made it to your fire red cheek.
Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes, realizing what he had done. He stumbled forwards, his expression blank but eyes leaking tears. He had hit you.
“Y/n..I..oh god what have I done” He would come forward to hug you but you would push him back.
“Don’t you dare touch me, you bastard.”
You would immediately walk past him but he would yank you back and hug you from behind, putting his face in the crook of your neck, holding on to you for dear life. “NO! No..no don’t leave me please-I didn’t mean to do that-i just-i was so angry-baby I am so sorry. Hey-please, y/n don’t leave me please”
You would stand in his desperate embrace for a minute, your own tears now falling rapidly, and then you would forcefully pry his hands off and walk out without saying a word, leaving Yoongi on his knees, crying out for you.
WHOO that was…really angsty. *THIS IS NOT EDITED*
Just a little note: There is no way in which hitting your partner can be justified. Never EVER EVER stand for it. Stay blessed my babies.
A propos of absolutely nothing, here are all the things I love about the ‘get Erik out of prison’ sequence in XMDoFP …possibly more than the ‘get everyone out of the mansion’ scene in XMA because I’m a sucker for even the slightest hint of dadneto.
Why exactly do Charles and Hank have a blueprint of the Pentagon???
And how much of the overall plan were they able to come up with just by looking at that? Did they know how many guards would be between the elevator and Erik’s cell?? Or did they have to wait for Peter to ask him if he could do this?
Charles was driving and Logan hated it.
Charles, Logan and Hank were all crammed into the front bench of that car.
Peter’s mother’s car is turquoise.
She keeps the chain lock on the door like that’s going to stop Peter doing shit.
There was a car ride with Charles, Logan, Hank, and Peter. Did they stuff Peter in the back by himself? Or did someone have to sit next to him? Was it Charles, please tell me it was Charles “he’s a pain in the arse” Xavier.
There had to be a moment where they explained their idea to Peter but how much did that cover? Did Peter know he’d have to break the glass like that or did he just come up with that on the fly?
Also there’s a truncheon on the guard’s uniform that he steals - he could have just used that but since when did anyone related to Erik ever pass up the chance to be all Extra with their powers?
How was Erik not covered in tiny cuts and pieces of glass.
MIND THE GLASS means ‘get out of the fucking way,’ Erik.
Do you think Fassbender did that pull up all by himself or did he have help
Peter had his hair tucked under at the back to make it look short, since guards probably wouldn’t be allowed chin-length hair.
Then while Erik is climbing up out of the cell, Peter undoes his hair.
Erik is totally up for being rescued, even though it’s by this crazy kid who showered him in glass. “Lol don’t care who this is or what he wants, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
How did those slidey doors work without any metal anyway?
How long did it take Peter to work out that anybody he takes on a superspeed run is in danger of whiplash? Or did Charles or Hank casually mention that maybe Peter should try not to break this dude’s neck while escaping?
I LOVE Erik’s little quirk of a smile when they stop in the elevator like “holy shit that’s a cool power” before the nausea catches up with him.
Peter changing his clothes back - were they just lying in a heap in the corner of the elevator? Because I can imagine him making a little duct tape bag with those wide gaping moments and hiding them there, taped up against the wall like the guard.
That guard was not paid enough for that shit
Charles, Hank and Logan did not tell Peter who they were breaking out. They probably told him “his name is Erik and he controls metal and we need him” but never mentioned the ‘maybe shot JFK’ thing.
“I don’t know karate, but I know crazy” like Erik you really like this kid, don’t you? I see you. You think his powers are cool and you’re joshing with him, even while you struggle not to puke.
Evan Peters’ smile is very cute <3
“My mom once knew a guy who could do that” Twin faces of “… wait” because both of you are smart little beans.
What kind of conversation did Peter have with his mother like “no you’re not alone, there other people out there who can do things like you, I knew a guy one time - well, a few times - who could control metal” but like leaving out the fact that that mutant is his father????
Erik robbed of the chance to go down the “and who is your mother, exactly?” road because Charles punches him in the jaw so hard he spins.
Peter’s face when the door opens like “hey, see I got him”
Peter continuing to make conversational faces at the guard while Charles and Erik bicker.
But also nobody else ever bats an eyelid at the guy being strapped to the wall.
Erik’s little nod to Charles, like was that actually agreeing “okay we won’t kill anybody” just moments before flinging a bunch of kitchen knives up into the air or???
Peter waiting until the very last second, when all the guns have been fired, to say “hey yeah I don’t think this was in their plan, I should probably do something. But let’s make it fun.”
He’s going so fast that every step he takes along the wall smashes the tiles
He slaps that guy and pokes the other one in the face. The speed he’s going at, that’s two very concussed humans. Maybe a broken jaw.
That other guy is getting a plate frisbee-d into his face
The bullets have barely left the barrels at this stage and Charles, Erik and Logan are still exactly as they were when Peter started.
How do plastic guns work anyway. Don’t guns get hot when you fire them?
Haha these hot plastic guns are going to smack these guys right in their faces it’s gonna be great gimme that hat
Oh fuck right bullets
He zips back to the guys EVEN FASTER than he was going before
He moves the bullets and this is where i get emotional because to me at least it echoes a page in the comic Magneto: Testament* where Erik and his parents are lined up by soldiers and shot, falling back into a mass grave. You see the bullets coming towards them and you infer that Erik’s powers instinctively protect him but he doesn’t really even know he has them never mind controls them so everybody else dies. My sappy, over-analytical brain loves that this time it’s his son moving the bullets. And although Peter moves the bullets heading for Charles first, he’s standing directly in front of Erik and smiles at him
before zipping away to stand at the opposite side of the room, just in case the guys were in any doubt who just saved their collective bacon.
Erik’s face going from “wtf was that” to “holy shit it was him” then looking to Charles like “who tf is this guy because really you could have just waited in the car”
And then secondarily looking at Logan like “I don’t know you either, who the fu- ew”
Ok let’s get the fuck outta here
Did they just casually stroll back to the parking lot, all soaking wet and with Erik in his prison PJs??
What was going on upstairs - did they evacuate the Pentagon when the fire alarms went off or when the alarms for Erik’s cell went off? Or is everyone else still getting on with their day? Like Hank is still on the tour or waiting in the car?
Holy shit there was a car ride to their airport with Charles, Logan, Hank, Erik and Peter.
Did they stop to get Erik some clothes? Or did they bring spares? Like it’s been ten years but Charles still has Erik’s shit lying around the house.
The plane has an Xavier coat of arms on the tail holy shit
Peter kept the hat
“I saw your flight plan in the cockpit, why are you going to Paris?” like they literally told him nothing about the plan just “break into the Pentagon and get Erik” and Peter’s just like “haha yeah ok sounds fun”
Logan, just let Erik have the newspaper, he’s been in jail for a decade he has no idea what’s going on.
“Take it slow” hahahahahahahahahahaha I wonder what ever happened to that poor car. Can Peter even drive? Like it wouldn’t take him long to learn, and he’d have killer reflexes but like why would he need to drive anywhere???
“You’re going to find this hard to believe but you and Charles send me here from the future.” Erik’s face like What The Actual Fuck, it’s been a really weird day today and that’s still the biggest crock of shit I ever heard.
The end, mostly. I could go on like, did Peter ever admit to his mother he helped break Magneto out of jail and what kind of chewing out did he get? That guard who was taped to the elevator wall, like, did he get shot by the plastic bullets? Or was he just totally shellshocked by the whole experience and when people question him afterwards he’s just like “nuh-uh, that guy could be anywhere, listening, and I wouldn’t even know he was there until after he got me so no I ain’t talking.” “you mean Lehnsherr?” “what? No, Lehnsherr’s the least of your worries. It’s his friends you have to look out for.”
*Magneto: Testament is a really good comic. And by good I mean harrowing and intense.
“Y/N,” He breathes your name. You pause leaving the half
filled bag resting on the open drawer, your hands on the edge of the dress as
you breath in, a sob shaking your frame. “Don’t.” His voice was a plea all in
“Why?” You shake your head, your hands covering your face as
you attempt to control the sobs rushing from your body.
overview: you’re in a secret relationship with Ashton and Calum’s your best friend.
You and Ashton had been dating for a while now and, so far, it was going amazing. You rarely argued and when you did, they were quickly solved with cuddles and kisses. The only negative was the fact that you were keeping it a secret. It was your choice because you didn’t want any hate from jealous fans, and you were pretty sensitive as it was, never being exposed to such hatred.
You had seen how some of them acted, even making hate accounts expressing their undying hate for someone who merely dated someone they liked. It was sad really, knowing that just by being in a relationship with someone well-known could come with so many problems. It made you feel sick.
Ashton, your boyfriend, didn’t want to see you sad. He wanted the best for you so you both decided to stay a secret until you felt you were ready.
One of the perks of dating Ashton, however, was being friends with his friends. Calum especially. You were more close with him than you were with anyone. Sometimes it made Ashton jealous but you just assured him that Calum was just a friend, and that you won’t date him even if you weren’t with him.
You were on your way to an ice cream parlour when you felt your phone vibrate. Someone was spamming your phone which was strange since you had no other friends. When you checked your phone, however, you saw that they were notifications from social media, some insulting and others saying how “cute” you were. Confusion laced in with your facial features. No one knew you so why were they just noticing you now?
With a confused look, you opened up twitter, seeing a mass of tweets directing at you from one specific picture. Calum and yours conversation. Somehow, a fan had leaked their recent texts and there were rumours that you were ‘dating’ which were absolutely absurd. You had to admit though that the messages did look like they were flirting, but it was just the banter you had. It was sort of like your thing and it was the foundation to your friendship, but many fans didn’t see it like that.
None of the boys had noticed because they turned off notifications a while ago, so it was just you. It was only a matter of time before they’d notice. In an attempt to quieten people down and to, somehow, stop Ashton from seeing, you reposted the images. Obviously that did nothing, because people kept spreading them to the point where you didn’t even know what was the original post.
When you arrived home, just like you suspected, Ashton had saw the messages. You didn’t know if he was angry or not but you were hoping it was the latter. “What the fuck is this?” Ashton stated, holding up his phone with a scarily calm look on his face.
“Messages,” Your voice was weak, and you looked so small under his stern gaze. “Between me and Cal.”
“Oh really? Do you mean 'daddy calum’, hmm?” His voice raised slightly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you and Calum were dating, and so does the whole fucking fandom.” His tone scared you. He wasn’t shouting but he close to it and you were terrified.
“It’s nothing.” You look down in shame. You didn’t think the messages were a problem, but Ashton didn’t seem to agree with you.
“Nothing? Everyone now thinks you’re in a relationship with Calum.” The older man spat in anger. “If we were to come out with our relationship, do you know that you’d get double the amount of hate? People will think you’re using us, and that you’re going to date all of us.”
You didn’t think of that. His words hit you in the face because he was right. People would think you’re leaching onto them all when you really weren’t. You’ve loved Ashton for years and never once have you thought about cheating, especially with Calum.
“You want me to show you who the real daddy is, huh?” Ashton growled while grabbing you roughly by the waist. His words making your body shudder in excitement and lust. The curly haired one pushed you against the wall, pinning your arms above your head.
He ripped your clothes off quickly and then started to undress himself. You noticed his eyes were dark with anger and lust and you knew what was going to happen. The thought made your thighs heat up and your palms sweat. With one swift motion, he turned you around with your arms still above your head, his left hand holding them up while his right one running curls on your bum.
“Hmm your bum would look so pretty pink, don’t you agree?” He whispered hotly in your ear making you nod eagerly. After you had given your consent, you felt a sharp burning feeling on your right cheek and then another shortly after. His long, slender fingers grabbed onto the skin and squeezed, seeing the large handprint on the once pale skin. You practically heard him smirk. “Bend down more, princess. Show daddy what’s his.”
You did as you were told, your cheeks pink (and not just the ones on your face). Ashton groaned quietly and started to stroke himself at the sight. “Just fuck me already, daddy.” You whined.
“You don’t tell me what to do.” He raises his eyebrows but lined himself up, slamming inside your clit hard. He didn’t give you time to adjust as he thrusted in and out hard and fast, grabbing your hips tight enough to leave a bruise but at that moment, you didn’t care.
You let out moans of pleasure and grabbed onto the wall for support. He slapped your butt hard again, adding to the redness. Soon, his thrusts started to become sloppy as you both felt yourself close to your high. The familiar knot in your tummy tightened as you moaned out profanities, feeling yourself hit your high just as Ashton pulled out. A warm liquid splattered onto your back and slide down your red cheeks, soft pants leaving your lips.
“Now who’s your daddy?”
(1/2) In my story I have an MC (Iranian) and her best friend (white) who are hacktivists. After seeing more and more stories of police brutality in the news, the MC wants to do something about it, and they begin to take measures against police officers committing crimes without consequence.
(2/2) As a character who is not black and does not experience police brutality first hand, is it considered “not her fight” and something she should stay out of? As a white person, is it wrong for me to be writing this? This is an issue I feel passionate about, but I don’t want to steal someone else’s voice.
Police Brutality & Ally Activist Characters
American Police Brutality directly affects a lot of people and helping with the cause is what being an ally is about; Black people should not have to do all the labor and marching alone. So no, I don’t think it’s a problem to have Iranian and white activists investing in the cause.
I’m not sure what means they go about it (besides hacking systems maybe?) so can’t give advice there, but also note that police brutality, while very much an issue of anti-blackness and racism, also happens to non-Black People of Color and white people (but just notice the common difference between what white people experience vs. Black people and NB-PoC. Smaller amounts of brutality, quick discipline to the offending officers, and white victims usually survive the incidents (And let’s not forget all the footage of police cowering and resisting all use of violence against white people who are pointing guns and/or swinging at them! Yet a Black person lifts their hands to sneeze and it’s shoot first, ask questions later)
There’s other marginalizations to consider too, such as Trans People of Color being huge targets of violence. Then there’s disability, which Shira and Lesya will talk more about (ever hear about people calling the police to help their mentally ill family members only for the one in need to be murdered by them?). And women, particularly Black women! #SayHerName came about to support the countless Black women who die from police violence but are not given widespread outrage and attention like Black men whatsoever.
Now, it’s not like you need to cover every issue out there and it’s fine to hone in on just one or a few, but mind the intersections of police brutality to avoid erasure and inaccuracies and be very, very well-researched so you know what you’re writing about.
As for not speaking over people; know that you can’t know all or exactly how it feels from that character’s perspective, but through listening to the stories of people who’ve had these experiences or were affected, and live in regular fear of police brutality and discrimination, you can get a strong impression. Research from the sources helps with authenticity. And as always, try to pass these works through the hands of appropriate beta-readers.
I don’t know if it’s relevant but I’ve heard that the one group of white people who are under greater threat from the police than other white people is disabled people. If the white character had one of the disabilities that police treat badly, that might make it more personal for them.
50% of police killings have been disabled people.
Not even just mental health calls. But like. Actually actively thinking that disabled people existing— not making eye contact, fidgeting, loud voices, soft voices— is “resisting arrest” and it escalates in a similar fashion to “living while Black.” Living while disabled is a thing, too. Especially for autistic folk, who, when overloaded, tend to have a fairly extreme fight or flight.
I recall one Black autistic kid was charged with a felony for kicking a trashcan while he was upset, which is a 100% normal response for anyone but especially for autistic folk who stim via large movements (I’m a puncher, myself, and have released energy by shoving/slapping walls)
So yeah, it’s something hardly anybody talks about but is a huge problem.
The intersectional of Black/disabled is super dangerous, but that’s cause both of them have weight. So even white+ disabled is dangerous. And I would love to see ableism explored more in fiction, since we’re so often forgotten.
After you got shot in the head you were in a coma for a while. When you woke up you were quite broken and The Joker doesn’t like broken things. Getting rid of you seems like the perfect solution.
The Joker immediately turned when he
heard the gunshot. You felt the sharp pain for a split second before you
blacked out. J opened his mouth in disbelief, wanting to say something but for
once he was speechless. He just stood there, stunned, watching Frost as he
killed the security guard being heroic enough to attempt a small rebellion on
“WHAT…THE FUCK??!!” The Joker’s voice
finally echoed in the building while stomping towards you. Some of the hostages
on the floor whimpered in fear, knowing that it won’t end well after what just
“I thought you were watching
everybody!” he pointed at his henchmen, mad as hell, kneeling so that he can
turn you around. J saw the nasty bleeding head wound and he lost it:
“Kill everybody!! NOW!!!!” He lifted
you and your arms went limp, hanging down on the sides of your body. “God
dammit! Frost, let’s go, you drive!!” Blood started soaking his purple coat and
he squeezed you closer to him, trying to wake you up.
“Hey, Princess, open your eyes! Open
your eyes!“ No answer came and he took a deep breath, grinding his teeth, not
even discerning the screams coming from the slaughter happening behind him.
He got in the back of the van with
you and realized he wasn’t even wearing a shirt that night.
“Frost, give me your jacket!” he
impatiently demanded and wrapped it around your head as soon as he got it.
Jonny started driving and the Joker kept on wiping the blood off your face with
his bare hands, not realizing he got all over his cheeks and hair too. “Baby doll,
can you hear me? Don’t make Daddy mad; open your eyes, hm?” he kept on trying to reason with you, nervously
biting his lips.
“Where to, Boss?” Frost shouted,
driving so fast he was afraid he will get unwanted attention, the last thing
that was needed that night.
“Our doctor, Frosty, where else???!!
“ The Joker snapped back at him, irritated about the question. “I don’t care
who else we need to get, I want her fixed!… I don’t like…b-broken things…” he
muttered the last words to himself, stammering with anxiety, still trying to
clean you up.
*** You were in surgery for 10 hours.
It was a clean wound, the bullet wasn’t inside: it pierced the left side of
your head, above your ear, slightly under the skin surface which was very lucky
but still created quite a lot of damage and brain hemorrhage. The best doctors
that Gotham’s underworld uses were brought in to help you. J didn’t care about
the money they asked or the supplies needed. What was he going to do with all his
possessions if his Queen was dead? It
wouldn’t matter, it would be no fun.
The Joker was told there was no way
to know when you will wake up or if there will be any nerve damage following
your recovery. They didn’t have the courage to tell him you might never wake
up. Afterwards, you were taken to the penthouse and one of the spare bedrooms
was transformed into your own medical ward. The doctors took turns in coming
and checking up on you, changing your bandages, updating your IV medications
and the blood tests were coming back pretty good, except for the fact that you
wouldn’t wake up.
Since J couldn’t sleep without you,
he moved the bed in the master bedroom to your room, this way he could at least
doze off for a few hours. All those beeping noises from those machines you were
hooked at annoyed him to death but he learned to ignore them after a few days.
The Joker talked to you all the time,
sometimes falling asleep waiting for an answer that never came. Most of the
times he was answering for you.
* “Hey, Y/N, do you remember when you
told me you were pregnant and I panicked, almost pushed you off the balcony?
Lucky you told me you were joking before I did it, huh? “ and he started
laughing maniacally, ending it with a deep growl, pleased at the memory. “Good
* “Oh my God, I’m so bored!” He would
roll his blue eyes in your face.” Would you wake up, Pumpkin? Let’s have some
fun, I’ll take you for a ride. Wanna blow up something? Hmmm? Deal?” J cupped
your face, caressing it with his thumbs until he got fed up with that too.
“Jeez, Doll, why are you doing this to me?” he would finally rest his head on
your tummy, pouting, not liking the fact that you were still like that after 3
* “Princess, do you remember when I
got angry and I shot you in the leg and you stabbed me? You were soooo pissed,”
he snickered, kissing your hand. “We almost killed each other that day.” His
crazy laughter filled the room again. “Ahhhh, good times, Doll…” he sighed, delighted
at that treasured remembrance.
* J thought you need more tattoos, it
was about time he gave you another one. He tattooed “Wake Up” all around your right hand wrist, like a bracelet, and a
lot of “I love J” and “Sleepy Head” going up your arm just like bracelet
. “You like it, Pumpkin?” he brought it closer to your face and
when you didn’t react he just replied, proud of himself: “I think I did really
* He pushed the girl he brought from
the club inside and she was so scared she was shaking like a leaf.
“ Y/N, if you don’t wake up in 5
seconds, I’m getting a new girlfriend!” J shove her right on your bed. “ 5,4,3,2… 2
and a half…1…one and a half…Doll, come on!!!… Zero!” Nothing. “Get the hell out of here!” he pushed
the girl and she run out of the room so fast she almost fell when she opened
the door. “Shit, that didn’t work,” he passed his fingers through his green
hair, sulking. Another week went by.
Joker brought in a target matt and hanged it on the wall in front of you. He
liked to place his gun in your hand, holding it with his, aim and shoot at the
target. “Perfect, Y/N, this way you don’t lose practice. You’re such a good
girl,” he would kiss your knuckles, smiling and then frowning when he realized
you didn’t even know he was there.
time you opened your eyes was after 4 more weeks. It was late at night and J
was on his laptop,still awake, looking at all the naughty pics you always sent him. He
noticed the movement and jumped out of bed, not really believing you’re awake.
Princess, it was about time! I’m sooo horny,” he whispered in your ear and
grinned when he noticed your chest going up and down in a silent, faint
poor… baby…” you barely uttered, struggling to reach his pale face and he purred,
relieved, firmly holding your shaky fingers on his cheek since you couldn’t do
it on your own. “…What…happened?…”
you had a really hard time using your left side of the body. You had bad days
and good days. On your bad days you used one of J’s canes to walk around. He
used to hide it and watch you struggle, scoffing:
don’t need a cane, Doll. Just walk, you’re fine!”
on to the wall, fighting really hard to keep your balance.
need it, give it back!”
he simply stated, observing you from the couch until you got to your old room
where he still kept the target matt so you can practice shooting again. It
almost brought you to tears when you kept on missing; such an embarrassment for
a skilled assassin. But it was so hard to control your left hand that kept on
trembling. The Joker always sneaked to watch you since you kept the door
opened and it made him uneasy to see you were so distressed. And it made him even tenser when he noticed
he still liked his broken Doll.
First time you were able to have sex
again after your recovery was… challenging. (And to be honest, many more times
He started complaining after 5
“Christ, Y/N, your hand is twitching
around my neck, it’s freaking me out!
Stop it!” and he kissed you again, annoyed.
“Well, baby, I can’t control it, you
know that! Especially when I get…excited,” you panted, adjusting your head on
“Why are you excited?” J snickered.
“Hey, keep your legs around my waist, you know I like it,” he moaned in your
ear, kissing his way down your neck.
“I can’t, my left leg keeps on
sliding down, I can’t even feel it anymore. I’m sorry, baby,” you arched your
back, giggling, amused on how worked up he was about it.
“Can you get on your knees, Doll?”
“I doubt it,” you fakely sobbed,
wanting him to shut up and make love to you.
“Can you get on top of me?”
A snarl coming from you gave him the
“Can we do it against the wall?”
You slapped his side, aggravated.
“Jeez, woman, what can you do?!” You covered his mouth,
“I’m just gonna lay here, ok? That’s
all I can offer for now. I’m…helpless so you can totally take advantage of me,”
you winked, uncovering his lips so you can kiss him.
“Hmm, I never took advantage of a
…ummm…incapacitated person before,” The Joker smirked, suddenly liking the
“Good, because I thought you like
challenges,” you laughed, content he is finally satisfied.
“Ohhh, Daddy never backs out from a
challenge, Pumpkin,” he gave you that devilish look and pulled your hair while
pinning your hands above your head. “This way you don’t freak me out with your
“Jerk…” you moaned, lifting your head
so you can kiss his Jester tattoo.
“You wait until you see what Daddy
has in store for you and then we’ll talk about it…yes?” he closed his eyes,
enjoying feeling you again. It made him so ecstatic.
After 3 more months you are better, but not fully recovered.
He tosses his gun on the floor and
urges you to get it.
“Come on, Princess, be sexy for me.
Bend over and grab that gun! I’ll pay you!” and he pushes the pile of hundred
dollars from his desk on the floor.
“Are you serious?” you lift your gaze from your phone, not knowing if he meant
it or not. You’ve been fighting a lot recently and his behavior towards you
“Yes, do it,” he hums, putting the
map aside and rolling away on his chair so he can see you better.
“ ‘Kaaayyyy,” you do as asked, and
half way through your left leg gives out and you land on your knees.
“Wow, that’s pathetic!” he hisses,
and you feel your face burning. “Seriously, I don’t even know why I keep you
around: you’re crippled, you can’t kill for me, you’re not great in bed anymore
and I’m sick of waiting for you to recover. As you are fully aware, I don’t
like broken things, hence it’s time for you to go,” J barks at you and you just
watch him, stunned.
“W-what are you talking about?! I’m
so much better and I am getting better. I AM NOT crippled!” you almost yell,
struggling to get on your feet, not understanding what’s going on.
“You’re useless, that’s what you
are!” The Joker raises his voice, having a hard time controlling his temper. “I
want you out of here!”
“Are you serious?!” you ask,
furrowing your eyebrows, thinking about his cold behavior lately. That’s why, he’s just sick of you. “After…all these years?”
He sarcastically grunts, crossing his
arms on his chest:
“Is that supposed to mean anything to
me?! OUT! Don’t make me repeat myself; you can stay tonight so you can sort out
the things you want to take.”
“I…I don’t need anything, I have my
own stuff,” you reply, backing out slowly, trying to swallow the lump in your
throat and maintain your equilibrium.
“God, you’re soooo pitiful, still
can’t control your body. How am I even supposed to be with someone like you?!
The King of Gotham needs perfection, not
You gasp, feeling your heart beating
faster and faster.
“I am the Queen of Gotham, with or without
you, not trash!”
“Used to be Queen, Doll, now look at
you: just another lost cause. Don’t test my patience, get out of here.” He
points out towards the elevator. “
Awwww, are those tears? You never cry. I told you you’re pathetic and broken,
this proves what I just said.”
You shake your head, turning around
and limping towards the elevator, tripping on the carpet because your bad leg
is misbehaving. You hear him laugh:
“Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha! So useless!”
You swallow your tears all the way
down when your cell rings. You see it’s your informant and you answer right
“When Mister J is going to his “Savage”
club tonight, it will be an ambush: Sully’s men; they’ll try to kill him. Pass
“Thank you, Axel,” you mumble,
turning off your phone and placing back in your pocket.
I am not telling him anything, the jerk deserves anything coming his way!
You decide as you
reach the basement’s garage and the elevator’s door open. Let them kill him.
First thing you do when you get to
your apartment is wash away the neon green highlights from your bright red hair. It
makes you feel better until the little thoughts pop in your mind: “Are you
going to let them kill him?”, “Yes, I don’t care.” “But…it’s J.” “I really don’t
care; his men can protect him if they can.” “But…it’s J.”
“Ughhhh,” you cover your face with
the small pillow, attempting to erase any feelings you might have from your conscience.
“But…it’s J…Come on, it’s J…” the idea keeps on repeating and echoing in your mind
until you get up from the loveseat, exasperated.
“Shit, fine, I’m going, just shut the
hell up!” you admonish yourself, looking in the mirror. “The asshole doesn’t
deserve me…” you conclude, getting the duffle bag with your rifle out of the
You go and place yourself on the top of
the tallest building, about half a mile away from “Savage”. You watch everything
through the scope, but so far nothing out of place. Your left hand is shaky
again and you put so much effort into controlling it you’re starting to sweat. “Not
now, please” you reason with your weak side of the body, cracking your neck.
Another two hours pass by and you finally see The Joker’s Lamborghini approaching
followed by 3 SUV’s.
You wipe your forehead and concentrate
more, looking around carefully as he parks and gets out of the car. Suddenly,
you see the four men in black suits, wearing running shoes and you know it’s them: Sully’s men trademark attire. They
approach from different angles and you wait until they are fairly close to the
Joker and his henchmen. They noticed the assassins too and surrounded J, protecting
him. He takes out his gun, waiting, and he watches as suddenly one by one they
fall to the ground, their brains splattered on the concrete.
He lifts his eyes, searching the buildings around as his goons get him to his car so he can safely
leave. Three more assassins start running towards his Lamborghini and you shot
again, the last one collapsing right in front of the Joker’s car. He looks up, but he sure doesn’t have the right building you’re on top of. He knows
it’s you and bites on his cheek, growling, taking off with his men before the
cops show up.
You wipe your forehead, exhausted,
resting your head on the trigger:
“I’m not pathetic and broken.” Did
you want to prove that to him or yourself? Probably both.
J drove straight back to the penthouse,
laying low for the rest of the night. He gets in bed, trying to sleep and can’t
because you’re not there. He looks at your empty side of the bed and moves over,
burring his face in your pillow-it smells like you. Another hour and he’s still
awake, tossing and turning.
“I don’t like broken things,” he
whispers, opening his eyes just to see your items scattered all over the
bedroom since you didn’t take anything with you. It really makes uncomfortable realizing
he feels the exact opposite of not liking you. Or so he believes.
“I really don’t like broken things,” he
gets mad, exasperated, forcing himself not to think of anything.
The sound of your cane hitting the wood
floor startles you and you wake up, leaning over so you can reach and turn on
the lamp. You see The Joker kicking it again, and again.
“Stupid piece of crap!” he shouts,
his green hair all over his face.
“What are you doing here?!” you
rub your eyes, not glad to see him at all. “Get out!”
He just comes over and yanks at your
“Let’s go, Doll, you’re coming back,
I can’t sleep without you.”
“Screw you!” you pull back, upset he broke
into your apartment and has the nerve to act like nothing happened.
“Yes, you can do that too, you naughty
girl, I know you can’t wait,” he tries to yank you away again.
The evil glare you give him makes him
stop and he regains his posture, sighing:
“You’re coming back; you know I can’t
sleep without you.”
“I don’t care!!!!” you cover your
body with the blanket like it’s going to help any. He sees your watery eyes and
decides to drop it.
“Fine, then I’ll sleep here.” He goes
around the bed and gets under the blanket, scooting over so he can be close to
you. “Now shut up, I have to sleep, I’m tired as hell!” He places his head on
your pillow, waiting for you to get down and join him. You watch him with indignation,
sniffling, and kick him:
“Get out of my apartment!”
The Joker ignores your behavior and
decides to talk with his eyes closed:
“I don’t like broken things…”
“I’m not a broken thing you presumptuous …” you start your rant, getting ready
to kick him again when he interrupts:
“…but you’re my favorite thing. Good,
I thought that would shut you up,” he grins, forcefully pulling you in his arms
as you struggle to escape. “Ahhhhh, I like it when you’re feisty. Queens are feisty…”
he nuzzles in your hair for a few seconds then pecs your lips and holds you tighter.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice your green highlights are gone. They’ll be back
first thing in the morning, got it?”
“You can’t tell me what to do!” you
try to make a comeback but he cuts you short again:
“The hell I can’t! Now shut up, I’m
so worn out,” he gets your left leg around his waist and holds it, this way you’re
glued to him. “There, I know you can’t hold it yourself.”
When you don’t answer he opens one
eye and sees you stare at him with that hurt expression on your face that makes
“Stop it, Pumpkin, I really need to
rest,” J kisses your forehead and you whimper, upset:
“You’re such a jerk.”
“Pffft,” he scoffs, “is that supposed
to be news to me? Now zip it and I mean it,” he scolds you, annoyed.
“Jerk…” you faintly mumble before closing
He just smiles, knowing he will
finally be able to doze off.
Author’s note: I put two prompts together for this one, really enjoyed writing it.
Warning: Violence, assault, swearing, suggestion of smut
“Ok (Y/N) your first family meeting, welcome officially to the blinders.” Tommy said staring at you as you sat shyly across the table.
“John said I was only going to be needed this one time, I don’t want to be involved anymore than that.”
“So you’ll listen to Johnny boy but not the big man,” Arthur winked at you whilst chuckling to himself.
“Shut up Arthur.” John scalded. Everyone knew something was going on between you two but no one exactly sure what. To be honest the two of you didn’t even know what.
“So what do you need me to do?” You asked getting the conversation away from the topic of you and John. John looked extremely uncomfortable when you asked this, he was avoiding eye contact with you and squirming in his chair.
“John will discuss that nearer the time. Anyway to the rest of the plan..”
“ Are you flirting with me? ” jehanparnasse B) (love your fics! have a nice day!)
As ever, I can’t write ANYTHING short. So this is a 1.3k Hogwarts AU
It wasn’t that Jehan disliked their
Defence against the Dark Arts classes, but they would have liked them
a whole lot better if they didn’t have to make a spectacle of
themself every week. Their new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher
had one and only motto: “Practice, practice practice! You won’t
learn to defend yourselves from books!”. And, sure, fair enough,
but was ‘practicing in pairs while the rest of the class stood
around in a circle, ready to judge your every move’ absolutely
necessary? Other teachers had them works in pairs at the same time,
because you can’t really pay attention to what your neighbour’s doing
when your partner is trying to give you whiskers. The attention and
scrutiny made Jehan’s skin crawl.
To add insult to injury, all their
Defence against the Dark Arts classes were paired with the
Slytherins’. Now, not all Slytherins were judgmental assholes, but a
significant number of them were. That being said, so were a
significant number of Ravenclaws, so it was not so much a house trait
than a side effect of being a teenager.
Mrs Boissy had turned her classroom
into what could be best described as an arena or a duelling ground.
All the tables had been pushed to the sides to leave enough empty
space for students to spar. Sat on one of the tables, Jehan watched
intently as Enjolras and Claquesous stared at each other at the
center of the classroom, stone-faced. They were like two cats right
before a confrontation. If Enjloras took a step forward, Jehan was
pretty sure Claquesous would hiss.
In the blink of an eye, a red flash
shot from Enjolras’ wand and an excited gasp rose from the Slytherin
side of the classroom. Claquesous dodged the spell with a sharp flex
of his wrist and sent another flash, gold, this time, dash across the
room. The Ravenclaw side of the room collectively held their breaths,
Jehan included. Enjolras fended off the spell at the last second, but
the blow still hit him. He wiped his nose with his sleeve. He was
“Alright, enough,” Mrs Boissy
declared, clapping her hands to dissipate the growing chatter. “Good
reflexes, Mr Claquesous. Mr Enjolras, you think too much about what’s
coming, it slows you down. Repelling nonverbal spells isn’t so much
about what kind of spell is being cast, but about how quick you are.
Do you need to be taken to the hospital wing?”
“ ’m fine,” Enjolras
grumbled, holding his sleeve against his nose.
He joined the Ravenclaw side of the
classroom, his green tie clashing with the sea of blue ones.
Combeferre squeezed his shoulder and Jehan patted his arm in
“Alright, who’s next? Please make
sure you take the previous duels into account. Mr Montparnasse?”
Across the room, Montparnasse took a
few steps towards the duelling ground, his nonchalant elegance
showing in his posture. It was as though he was bored at all times,
but he did it beautifully. Jehan’s eyes stopped on his rolled up
sleeves. They barely felt their own hand as they raised it.
Chloe is so extra. This could be seen as an alternate beginning to Chloe vs Adrien! Fight!
As students arrived at the school, they stared in confusion. The rainbow ribbons festooned the banisters and giant rainbow flags covered the walls. And it wasn’t slapped on like child’s birthday party decorations, with clashing decorations and a homemade look. No, this was professional. There were several decorators still running around, putting on the finishing touches on the giant rainbow flower bouquets.
“What the hell is going on here?” Kim asked Alix, who shrugged, just as confused as he was.
Suddenly, they heard trumpets from outside and they hurried to see what the commotion was. The decorators looked panicked and began to clear away their tools quickly.
Outside, a crowd had gathered by the street. Alya was pushing herself towards the front, phone out, ready to document anything that was going on.
The music came from a small parade coming down the street. It was really just one float with several cars and a marching band accompanying it, but the float was impressive. It was covered in flowers, in rainbow colors just like the decorations inside. There was also a giant statue, of two ‘female’ symbols interlocked.
“Is this like, a mini Pride parade?” Mylene wondered aloud.
As the float came closer, the students were able to make out the figure in the center.
“Of course.” Nino said, exasperated. “Of course it would be Chloe.”
walked down the brightly colored steps from the giant float, smiling smugly and waving. When she got down to the street, she struck a dramatic pose.
“Hello, everyone.” She said to the crowd of students. “I’m sure this will break the hearts of all the boys here, but I want to announce that I’m gay. I had Daddy transform the school in honor of my coming out.” She gestured to the school and looked down her nose at her classmates. “There is going to be a proper party tonight, of course, but I’m not inviting any of you to that. So this will have to be good enough for you.”
“I’m so happy for you!” Rose exclaimed happily. “Are you going to get a girlfriend now?” She squeezed the hand of her own girlfriend, overcome with the idea of romance. Juleka smiled at her, adoringly.
Chloe scoffed. “I know all of you girls are going to be begging to go on a date with me now, so I figure I’ll get this out of the way. There’s only one girl good enough for me: Ladybug. She’s going to be my girlfriend.”
A horrified scream cut through the clamor and everyone turned to see Marinette, who had only just arrive, crumple to the ground in a faint.
Hello! Sorry I’ve been gone for awhile :/ Lots of work to finish and little time to write. But, because of that, here’s a 2K Nessian Fic based on this prompt:
I hope you guys like it! I might open drabble requests soon.
Characters used are not mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.
Nesta hated, hated, studying for tests.
Especially now that she’s in her junior year of university. It’s been almost five hours since she started this morning at exactly ten A.M. She had woken up groggy and disoriented with Cassian’s alarm blaring out a nasty tune she had grown to despise.
She thought the worst part of it all wasn’t that she was exhausted, it was the fact that Cassian had to leave their dorm so early in the morning with only a simple kiss and quick ‘I love you.’ He had chosen to participate in early morning classes on purpose for a reason that Nesta could never understand. Thankfully, Nesta’s classes were cancelled today - the professor falling ill or something of the sort. She didn’t bother reading the whole email, after all the subject was explanation enough: No Class on Wednesday. Yet, she didn’t have time to spare for herself. She had an upcoming calculus test this Friday on seven units that were taught so far this semester. So that means Nesta needed to delve into all seven units, practicing questions over and over again until she finally memorised the concept.
I’m alright with math but this is a little too much for me sometimes.
Nesta shook her head, willing herself to concentrate. She had to pass this. Her grades had been border lining between a B and an A all year long and she hated the sight of it.
Concentrate, Nesta. Concentrate.
The pages of the textbook glared at her, the equations on her notebook set beside it burning my eyes. Within a span of a week, she had managed to review five units already, now on her sixth and most dreadful one. All the units taught to her in calculus was reasonably understandable. But this one unit, this particular unit, was just so boring and complicated compared to the rest. Nesta didn’t know what about it made it so bad to study, she just knew.
“If the integration of-“
“Oh, Mother.” Nesta groaned, slamming her head down against her wooden desk softly. She hated this with a burning passion. All she wanted was to bury herself back in the sheets of her bed. Preferably with Cassian for a week or so.
“Where is he?” whispering to herself, Nesta rubbed her face with the palms of her hands.
Concentrate. No more procrastinating.
Nesta faced the next question once more, working on it step by step. She knew that if she just took it one question at a time she could make it through this and, maybe, even finish early.
Her mind quickly diverted to only math. After an hour, question by question passed by quicker and-
A loud bang resonated the room when Cassian’s backpack hit the wooden floor of their dorm. Unfazed, Nesta continued to study - her eyes darting from one side of the textbook to the other as she read her question and wrote the equation.
“Bad day?” She referred to her boyfriend slamming the door.
Vaguely from her mathematical stupor, she heard Cassian’s shoes hit the floor as he pulled them off his feet. The sound of his soles padding across the wooden flooring of their dorm resonated as it came closer and-
“I didn’t get to kiss you all day!” Cassian’s voice was a few steps behind her now, his voice sounding like he was a little boy not given his candy.
Nesta paused her line of through for the equation she was working on, looking up at Cassian with a raised brow.
“You kissed me before you left.”
Cassian sighed exasperatedly, as if Nesta didn’t understand what he was saying. Nesta watched as he walked closer to her, step by step, before he brushed her books away from the desktop as if they were dust and picking her up. She let out a small gasp as Cassian settled her onto the desk, himself between her legs as he leaned close to her ear.
“That was a peck, sweetheart. I didn’t get to do this.”
Before she could let out another breathe, Cassian’s lips were against hers. His hands that were curved around her hips slid upwards to rest around her waist, underneath her shirt. His thumbs rubbed the skin right underneath her bra softly in slow circles that made Nesta burn with need. Their bodies were pressed against one another, Nesta’s hands quickly finding purchase of Cassian’s hair as she tugged him closer.
“Why couldn’t you kiss me like this in the morning?” Nesta breathed out, their lips tingling and touching.
“I’ll do that from now on.” He replied quickly before pressing his lips to her’s once more. He broke apart for a short while only to pull her shirt, well, more like his shirt that she now took the liberty to own, over her head and tossing it behind him to some corner of the room. His lips found purchase of her neck, tilting her head slightly sideways so he could suck the soft skin there.
Nesta’s moans were like the sounds of angels to him as she wrapped her arms once more around his neck and pressed her semi-bare body against his clothed one. She was only in a pair of her black boy shorts and sports bra but Cassian found her delectable anyways. She could show up in a trash bag and he would still think she’s beautiful.
Fuck. I’m so in love.
You wouldn’t want it any other way, though - his mind seemed to reply.
“I want this off.” Nesta breathed out, tugging at the waist band of Cassian’s sweatpants. Her voice brought him out of his thoughts as he obeyed her commands. He pulled off his shirt sloppily off his body before tugging his grey sweatpants down his legs. They went along in a pile with Nesta’s shirt somewhere in the room.
Nesta couldn’t help but stare at Cassian’s body. To say it simply, he looked good. She could never get over how fit he was, considering he took kickboxing classes with his brothers (or best friends, whichever a person prefers to call their friendship).
“Sweetheart,” Cassian breathed out, pressing himself against her body once more in only his boxers, “Stop staring. Or else this’ll end faster than we want it.”
Nesta pouted for once, pouted, before deciding to leave small kisses against her boyfriend’s neck instead as an alternative.
“Nesta.” Cassian groaned out, tilting his head as her kisses moved down to his chest. His hands slither around her delicate waist instead, squeezing the soft skin there as his lips parted from hers against his skin.
“Don’t do that.” Nesta replied, albeit weakly as she actually enjoyed it. She faintly heard Cassian chuckle before he pushed her away slightly so he could attach his lips to hers once more.
“We can play later,” Cassian mumbled between kisses, “I’ve just missed you so much. Play later. Please.”
“You say me this morning, Cass.”
“Still.” In one swift movement, Cassian tugged off Nesta’s sports bra. His lips moved immediately to suck one of her nipples softly, his hand teasing her other breast.
“Cassian. Cassian,” Nesta kept repeating, “I-,” she had to pause from good his lips felt, from how long it has been since they had the time to do this, “I thought you said play later.”
Cassian groaned, taking his lips of her breast and leaning his forehead against her collarbone. His eyes were closed and his face strained, as if he was holding himself back.
“You look so good, Nesta. So good, baby.”
Nesta couldn’t help the smile that slithered onto her face. Tugging Cassian by his long hair, she pulled his head up until he faced her.
“Stop teasing me and just get on with it. It’s been too long since I’ve had you for myself.”
It didn’t take long for Cassian’s shit eating grin to appear on his face before he pressed his lips to hers once more. Their lips moved together as one, Cassian’s tongue slipping into Nesta’s mouth without her knowing.
With quick hands, Nesta tugged off Cassian’s boxers. His length was already hard and heavy with need.
“You see what you do to me, Nesta.” He whispered against her lips as he rubbed himself against her covered heat.
Nesta could only moan as she leaned back against the wall. Only then did she realize she was still on her desk. Frankly, she didn’t care at the moment.
It didn’t take long for Cassian to tug off, or more like rip off, her boy shorts. She didn’t bother looking at the direction it was thrown at as Cassian’s fingers started rubbing her soaking heat.
“Cassian,” Nesta breathed out, her eyes falling shut from his fingers playing with her, “Cass. Please.”
“Anything you want,” he groaned out. She watched as Cassian quickly opened a drawer and pulling out a condom, putting it onto his length quickly and surely. Without wasting a moment, Nesta felt Cassian push himself inside her as her moans grew louder from the pleasure.
“We need to do this more often, Cass.”
She heard him chuckle as he buried himself inside her entirely, “I’m not denying anything.”
Before she could reply, Cassian had pulled out from her before pushing back inside. Nesta gasped quietly, spreading her legs wider for him. He moved back and forth, their moans filling the room as Nesta gripped onto the edge of the desk tightly. The sound of wood hitting against the wall, skin slapping against each other and moans resonated everywhere. They were sure their dorm neighbours could here - but they didn’t care.
“Faster. Faster.” Nesta gasped out as Cassian shifted her legs so it rested atop his shoulders. The moment he moved her legs, Nesta could feel him move deeper inside her as he hit all the right spots.
“Cassian,” Nesta moaned out, her grip on the edge of the desk tighter than ever as he moved faster, harder-
“Sweetheart. If you keep doing that I’m going to come right now.”
“What’s stopping you?”
Nesta felt his lips press itself against her ankle before kissing down her leg as he continued to move in and out of her. She clenched her sex around him as she tried to hold herself back, only because she wanted the pleasure to last longer.
“Don’t hold back, baby.” Cassian mumbled against her skin, leaning down to suck on her nipple now, “I’m going to come too.”
With his lips on her skin, she hit her high as the pleasure of his tongue against her nipple was unbearable.
“Cassian. Cassian. Cassian.” His name was the only thing leaving her lips as she came, her sex clenching his length and her her head tossed back. Her fingers were gripping the edge of the desk so tightly, she was sure there would be marks.
Cassian followed right after, his groan vibrating her body as his lips were still pressed against her skin.
They both collapsed onto the desk, their bodies slicked with sweat and their breathes coming out in pants. Silently, Cassian discarded the used condom before picking Nesta up and settling her onto her side of the bed before he settled into his. With Nesta on her back, Cassian leaned over and buried his face against her left breast and leaving a soft kiss. He slung his left leg over her torso before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. Nesta smiled, bringing one of her hands up and stroking his hair while the other rested on his arm that was resting across her stomach.
“If you didn’t take morning classes, we could do this so much more often.”
Cassian laughed quietly, the sound vibrating through her whole body.
“You’re just saying that cause you don’t like waking up alone.”
“That’s true.” she whispered with a smile, kissing his forehead softly.
“I changed my classes, by the way.”
Nesta’s stroking hand paused as she looked down to see him with a smile on his face and his eyes closed.
“Frankly, I don’t like waking up early and leaving you with only a small kiss. I want to give you a long kiss in the morning,” he paused, “and maybe more.”
Nesta laughed, her hand going back to brush through his hair.
“It was about time.”
Cassian laughed once more, opening his eyes and leaning up to give his girlfriend a sweet kiss.
“Love you, baby.”
Nesta grinned, waiting for him to settle back to his previous position on her. She kissed his forehead once more before burying her face in his hair.
Warnings: Smut, cursing
Prompt: ‘can you please do a carl smut where the saviors are in alexandria but carl and the reader dont realise it because they are having really intense “fuck her against the wall” kind of sex and negan walks in and sees it happening and he makes sexual references around rick and the others but doesn’t come out and tell them what he walked in on bc carl and the reader don’t want everyone to know that they’re dating? Just does it to fuck with them and michonne gets suspicious? Thank you so much I love your writings!’
“Hmm, baby. Everyone’s out of the house” Carl’s moans into my neck, “we have some time to ourselves” he continues, giving me marks down my neck.
“Time to do what” I flirt looking at his cute smirk as he lays on his side beside me. His hand travels along my shoulders and down to my waist.
“Hmm you know..” He starts and winks at me. I instantly get up and straddle his waist as he sits up to kiss my lips. Our arms wrap around each other, aswell as my legs wrapping around his waist.
I can already feel his growing boner. I playfully grope it and he pulls his mouth away from mine and looks at me. His serious expression soon turns into one with complete lust and darkness. He moves his hands to my ass and picks me up and carries me up against the nearest wall.
His soft lips travels all along my neck as his hands eagerly try and find the hem of my shirt so he can take it off of me. As soon as he takes my shirt off, he’s kissing my breasts while un clipping my bra.
“Oh god y/n” he groans, rubbing his crotch against my stomach before throwing his shirt off of him. I un buckle his jeans and remove them from his body and he returns the favour.
I stand against the wall and him very close in front of, both in our underwear staring at eachother. I gently tug at his boxers.
“Please Carl” I whisper setting him off edge. He rips my underwear off me and pulls his own boxers off him. He begins to stroke his cock before positioning it at my entrance. His hands move to hold my hips. All of a sudden he digs into me, I’ve never took into account of how big he was.
“Mm yes Carl please” I moan with satisfaction as he thrusts in and out of me. He grabs my ass and picks me up as I wrap my legs around him, making easier. I hear his gruff and sexy voice moaning profanities. He begins to thrust faster banging me against the wall. The slaps of our skin echo through-out the house.
“Fuck baby, I-I… I’m so close” he shouts but before I get to reply the door swings open right beside us.
“Holy moly, what the hell have we got here” The booming voice of Negan chuckles. “Oh god, put some fuckin clothes on” he says covering his eyes and turning the other direction. Carl and I instantly stop and search for anything to cover up. I grab a blanket and my clothes and Carl does the same.
“I want you kiddos outta here, take it somewhere else” he sarcastically laughs and signals for his men to come in. Carl and I in utter shame run out the doors down as far away as possible.
A/n: so in my last post I said I have about 2 or 3 unfinished requests but turns out this is the only one. I must have deleted the rest a while ago! Sorrrryyy but enjoy this one (;
Friday started with breakfast. I got to meet @ellaenchanting and Damn Hypsters, plus we were joined by @tennfan2 and of course @dommestic . It was empty, but not particularly speedy. I got to see a little of the opening ceremonies as it was super packed and that room heated up fast. Other rooms were icy cold, which was not what I was expecting from a July convention.
What panels did we see? I’m so glad you asked. I won’t go into too much depth because nobody was asked, but there’s a public program guide so I’ll keep it superficial.
First up was Talking Body with Spiral Turquoise and Ariadne. This focused on largely nonverbal inductions with verbal awakenings. You could see full-body takedowns and the real highlight was a tickle induction using alternating tension and release in a way that makes complete sense once you see it in action.
Next was Crystals and Pendants and Watches: Oh My! with the well-versed @mrs-prism. The lights in the room were largely brought down so you could get the most out of the many glowing, blinking, and reflective toys in the room. A shopping list was distributed highlighting some of the items as well as where to get them, with loads of things I had not seen before. There was also a brief induction with the Euler’s Disc which worked out in a surprise way. There were also some freebies thanks to the generosity of the host, and I dare not spoil how they were distributed. It was also the first time I saw a Nova Pro 100 in use from the outside. Confidential to everyone: keep your eyes closed when the glasses are on. This is not a suggestion. This is a safety requirement.
Hypnosis in Kinkland was set to be presented by @enscenic and @tennfan2, plus special guests. Not wanting to break what may be confidentiality as their, it was awesome. The special test subjects (and guest presenters and hypnotists) who shall remain nameless as they weren’t in the printed synopsis were an absolute treat to watch, with one person’s bubbly, giggling enthusiasm being the reason you come to an event like this. If you could bottle it and sell it, you’d make a fortune. This event focused on kinky ways to make hypnosis fun and hypnotic ways to make kink fun, and you got to see slapping inductions and a real powerhouse baller move involving slapping, a wall, and some kneeling. If there’s an opportunity for you to see this, you should. If you know who the players are, ask them how it went. They will tell you “very well” and then press them for more specific details. It’s worth it.
We got lunch. We rushed back.
Dommestic went to The 7 Essential Skills Every Hypnotist should learn. I went to Subjects 102 with the delightful @daja-the-hypnokitten and hypno-sandwich, followed by Daja with Tennfan for 103. Good information overall for setting limits, saying no, and other things which as of yet have not come up. It’s sort of like the DARE program, in that I’m being trained how to deal with issues that never actually came up. You should probably see these. These should probably be some level of mandatory or signed off on just to get people on the same page.
Consent and Etiquete in the Community 101 brought more of that to light, with hosts Tennfan, sex-obsessed-lesbian, and AlianneCimorene (not on Tumblr?) You got to see people throwing around all sorts of questions on consent and hypotheticals using a rainbow mustache and a plush octopus, which is really how more classes need to be presented. A few specific anecdotes were tossed around regarding how to deal with situations, how to fix situations, and how to not fix situations, meaning this and the Subjects classes would’ve been pretty awesome primers as part of the opening ceremonies too.
After a brief dinner with @wellgnawed and Lady Irkalla (not on Tumblr?) we had to rush back to check out @zanythoughts in her entry-level rope class. How entry level was it? It’s so entry level that it was entirely appropriate to our skillset. We learned what the bite of the rope was, how to do a basic single column tie thing, and the right way to do a square know. I was the demo dummy for Dommestic, but you probably knew that. It was a worthwhile experience, and if she can find the time I’d be up for trying more of this kind of thing.
And that was day 1 until about 8 PM, when I wrote this. There’s an after dark portion but I don’t know if any of that will be sharable. I haven’t had any trancing done my way yet today, but I got to see a lot of stuff that would probably be worth making your way out here to see next year.