#gun and fear play... Ough!

[specialgrades]

Saw some art of toji fuckin female y/n on twt and,,,,, god i need him to do that to me,,,, tellin me to stop moving so much so he doesnt pull the trigger even though its empty (idk that thi),,,,,,

gunplay is... so hot. he'd nearly cream his pants if you sucked on the barrel like it's his dick too 🥴

[grandpaluvr69]

Untitled, very suggestive ficlet based on this;

Violence, incest, dddne: it's exactly what's on the tin

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The stupid fucking thing was supposed to remain unconscious until they could get it contained in his ship. Of course, rarely do things not go completely tits up halfway through any adventure. Rick and Morty were eventually caught off guard by a large shapeshifting mass of fleshy growth that tackled Morty down to the ground mid-transformation. Oh fuck this.

Rick stepped back out of reach of flailing limbs as the creature shifted it's form into a seemingly perfect copy of his grandson while grappling with the real deal. He made a frustrated grunting noise, watching with rapt attention now as the identical sets of gangly arms and legs swung and clawed at each other. As much as he enjoyed watching the fourteen year old get all his teen rage out on something that wasn't him, he begrudgingly reached out and ripped the two bodies apart from each other and dropped them a couple feet apart. He smoothly reached into his lab coat and pulled out a sleek looking gun that lit up blue along the barrel as it charged up.

Both Mortys stood up in mirrored movements, almost disorientating to watch. When they both noticed the gun in Rick's hand and the almost silent whine it was emitting- ready to fire at any second- he watched with delight as fear washed over one face and then the other. Just a fraction off beat.

"Okay, I'm n-ough-t playing the blame game, th-that shit's annoying me without h-having t-urrp-to even start." Rick gestured between them both using the gun, eyeing the one to his left that just barely shivered.

"R-rick this- this is g-getting out of h-hand-" "-th-this is starting t-to really freak me out Rick!" They almost talked over each other, the grating whine doubled, and Rick shot the floor between them and made both boys jump.

"Sh-uuuugh-ut up, I got this dude."

He reached into his coat again and dug around a little before producing a little red remote engulfed in his long fingers. The Morty on the left started to turn pink in the face while the one on the right began to grow confused.

"W-w-w-ait Rick m-maybe there's a b-b-better w-aAAAY-" Morty on the left doubled over and fell to his knees when Rick twisted a dial on the remote with his thumb alllll the way over with one motion. A sharp grin twisted his lips up as Morty moaned loudly, utterly pleased with the vile display of the boy writhing on the ground now. The muffled sound of something buzzing away filled the air, and the shapeshifter contorted Morty's face into one of disgust as it turned to look up at Rick.

"I thought that was your grandson, you sick fuck, what the hell is wrong with you!?" It dropped all pretense of being a wimpy high school freshman, it's voice warping out of Morty's obnoxious trill. It was struggling to keep from looking at the whimpering whining body next to it.

"Lotta things, l-like the need to- like how I just g-gotta take care of his cute needy little ass a-after ourhp- after we're done here." Rick's attention was waning now, so before he let his eyes snap back to Morty on the ground panting like a whore, he aimed his gun between the shapeshifter's big brown eyes and felt something twist with arousal in his gut as he blew it's brains out with a very forceful shot. Nice and easy, he let out a breath to cool the smoke off the tip and slid it back into his coat.

Rick finally let his gaze drift down, giving the Morty-shaped shifter corpse a once over as his eyes settled on his grandson. Popping a squat and listening to his knees crack, he watched Morty raise his head up. Tears and drool streaked his young face, and it started rolling something heavy in Rick's groin as the old man finally brought the remote up to fiddle with it. The buzzing sound quieted and Morty made a wheezing gasping sound as he was granted reprieve from the onslaught, bleary brown eyes raising up to lock with cheerful steel ones.

"Y-ouugh-ou did great buddy," Rick clamped a large hand down on Morty's shoulder and squeezed before helping the boy up to his feet, making sure to support him when he stumbled.

"F-fuck you man, that was h-humiliating." There wasn't any bite in the bark there, so Rick just laughed at him. It wasn't a mean laugh either, at least not in the way he laughed when he was making fun of the little guy.

"H-hows about Gr-aagh-grandpa make it- make it u-up to you then?" His smile made Morty shiver, something he watched gleefully before grabbing the corpse by the familiar brown curls. He didn't miss the way Morty's eyes followed all the rough movements of his grandfather manhandling the dead body that looked just like him.

"What? I can st-still use it."

"Y-you're not "m-making it up to me" w-w-with that in the ship." The firmness in his tone was set deep.

"Booooo! Yyyou're no, you're no fun Morty." Rick slung his free arm around the shaking teenager and guided him the rest of the way to the ship, dragging the cooling corpse behind him.

[rdiowx]

random thing I saw on a post on my dash just-

"does that scare you? I kinda like that" you say that shit and I'm KNEELING ON THE GROUND I AM POUTING AND BEGGING OH MY GODS

specifically thinking abt dead secretary gerard saying that, maybe she's in a dark hallway in your house, staring at you with their blank eyes and blood dripping down their face like OUGH YES GIRL I'M FUCKING TERRIFIED OF YOU PLEASE MORE YOU'RE SCARY BUT SOSOSO FUCKIN HOTTT

or maybe Ghoul with a ray gun pressing up under your chin, uncomfortable and terrifying, keeping you trapped in your place lest you move and they pull the trigger. THE FEELING I WOULD GETTT UGH

basically, uhm, fear play <3

Does anyone remember that one video of frank talking about how he likes being scared

[meili-sheep]

I have a drawing of Leyline Diluc i wanna share Soo bad but alas i have to do WORK later so I'm gonna dump my insane rambles as an anon

Asmoday! Diluc I'm never forgetting this guy. Theyve been eating my brain for DAYS now

Caribert and the whole thing oh god

Omg imagine Caribert was revived and is just seeing Kaeya, probably either his kid or his descendant, hanging out with Asmoday!Diluc, and they are training together on how Kaeya with his cryomancy and sword can coverup Diluc's weakspots when he's slinging them guns and claymore around as a bonding activity

how'd he probably react?? probably horrified lol

Have an even better thought!! Asmoday is part of the hexenzirkel but currently she's missing bc she's getting disciplined by Celestia. However, just in case she gets caught again she told her fellow witches that

"If ever I disappear, do not fear, for as long as the moon shines it means i am alive."

Because like apperantly 2 moon sisters are either dead or off somewhere else

and one is still in the sky of tevyat.

Also APPERANTLY ONE OF THEM FELL IN SUMERU AND GAVE UP HER LIFE FOR KING DESHRET, ONE OF HER BESTEST FRIENDS, TO LET HIM ATTAIN FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE

So it's absolutely POSSIBLE that Asmoday could've fallen and lived in Tevyat after ripping out the core that controlled her.

And the Djinn... Oh boy... I wonder if Asmoday has a similar ability to make something similar..

Also just something, Paimon isn't that scared of the archons, even someone like Baal. But she's scared of and extremely polite to Diluc.

I wonder why is that? Compared to God's she only cowers when riches and food are involved, but with Diluc he just says things in a stern voice and she's already "On it M-master Diluc!" i think she even confides in the traveller that she's scared of him but not the reason why.

I don't remember if she's that scared of someone like Ayato tho, i don't even think she's that scared of Childe, she's scared of the Harbinger Tartaglia but not Ajax

But she's scared of Diluc and he hasn't given her any reason to be scared(I think)

Also Waaa I miss dadsleif... we need to bring it back

Dain coming around Mondstadt more to look over his grandkids, Bennett, Barbara, Fischl and Razor and maybe even Diona! Klee and Albedo by extension as his technical niece and nephew mayhaps due to Diluc's connection with Alice

Oh my god imagine Dain getting drunk at Angel's share rambling to himself about the gods and slandering them and Venti is like "Cheers to that brother"

OH MY GOD IMAGINE DILUVEN IN DADSLEIF SCENARIO LMAOO

Dainsleif and Diluc are casually slandering Barbatos but Venti comes in and kisses Diluc before they banter about wine, causing a very confused Dainsleif

But ouGH... Dadsleif and his grandkids... Dain protecting Bennett the best he can from his bad luck and even saving the poor kid... Imagine Dain finds out that Bennett got his vision when he nearly died i think he'd actually kill everyone on Celestia

Dain entertaining Fischl by playing along with her fantasy... and even understanding her bc he was a royal knight. He's a bit rusty but given time he can understand her completely

Dain doesn't get to see Razor much bc of Andrius at the start but maybe he helps deal with the Rifthound problem and gets the trust and mayhaps even help Diluc in teaching Razor some techniques or maybe they just camp in the wild together...

Then Barbara. Imagine being just some guy and then seeing This fancy and scary guy in blacks and blues with blond hairs and starry blue eyes shaking those concert glowsticks at Barbara's concert looking serious n all.

Wait IMAGINE ITS AN INSIDE JOKE THAT BC DAIN AND BARBARA ARE BOTH BLONDE BUT DIFF SHADES AND HAVE BLUE EYES THAT THEY'RE THE MOST RELATED LMAOO

Oughh imagining Dainsleif teaching them or singing to them Lullabies from Kheanriah and Barbara memorizing it and singing it back to Dainsleif whenever she's healing him to help calm him down

I imagine that bc Kheanriah was underground, i think they would've had a culture of singing bc of the echo effect there would be. So mayhaps from Dain's memory he would teach Barbara some songs of Kheanriah and he tears up at the fact he's teaching his new family how to sing his homeland's songs and maybe just maybe even if he disappears maybe he can live on in the songs they bring with them given by him...

Just WAA... Grandadsleif REAL!!!

-Leyline!Anon who is NOT being normal about Dadsleif rn

Oh boy, you really made me bust out my tts to read all that. and giving me a load of work with the tags.

I'll be honest the last quest did not have enough Dain. Like I'm not the biggest Dain fan but serious about his once-a-year appearance. We did not get enough. And what's funny about shipping Diluc with an Archon I feel Dain could at least learn to like Venti a little bit.

But Zhongluc? Morax?

That ship is 10 times funnier to me with Dadleif.

Also, he'd call an archon with Diluc a cradle robber, I'm just saying.

[desktopmermaid]

Hmm 17, 14, 29, and 14 for borros :]]] , AND A AND B !

Thank you Veraaa!! 🫶🫶

Under read more cos I ended up writing a lot LOL

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

OUGh… hm. Not especially! When they do get embarrassed, they hide it really well. However, in private moments, with a partner they trust, they can get easily flustered by them if they know what to say or do. (They get flustered by certain compliments)

14. What animal do they fear the most

They’re not really scared by any sort of animal but I guess roaches. That’s a type of beast right..

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

In the beginning, yes. But as time goes on in the story, their body can’t handle as much as it used to, and they’re not reaching their standard of perfection as much, which frustrates them a lot. 😔 a lot of their story is being stuck in a cycle of pushing themselves past their limit, dealing with the consequences (body being more wrecked than if they hadn’t pushed themselves), getting angry at themselves and repeat.

(Since 14 was written twice I’m just gonna choose one LOL)

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

Actually fairly easy to earn their trust. If you prove yourself useful, and you haven’t given much reason to not trust you, then you’re good to them. HOWEVER. It’s very, very easy to lose that trust. If you mess up once it’s all lost and it’s difficult to regain. (Ex. Steel messing up once on a mission, Borros no longer trusts her to manage things on her own and believes her to be too soft and gullible even if it was a one time thing.)

A) Why are you excited about this character?

I think it’s exciting for me to flesh them out cos they’re a bit different than my other characters. I’ve never rly played around with a Oc that’s very very stressed and more on the serious and aloof side of things. In the romantic aspect of things, the way they show love is a lot more quiet and less flamboyant than say some of my other ocs, so that’s interesting for me to figure out. Um. Plus tall woman with gun cool.

B) What inspired you to create them?

Erm. Big fish. The design of Horroboros in game was so fun to pick apart and make into something new. And then picked apart again to make a au of LOL. Like the device attached to the mouth of Horroboros made me think of a tens unit. Which made me think of them being someone who’s in pain a lot of the time and would be in need of that. Which then helped me flesh them out a lot personality wise so, thank you splatoon for being a rly good base to design off of.

[pomodoriyum]

oh when fiztjames hits you with the ‘my father’ line you know its ALL over

fitzjames. shut uppppp. the tear. jesus fuckinggg

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‘the marines are running’ oh man they left camp for what. a couple hours??? and shit goes craaazy

HODG YOU ARE SO. SOOO FUCKING DUMB. and racist but we’ve known this. man this sucks though. absolutely awful that they massacred those people on hickeys word alone. i mean why the hell would you trust hickey!!! hickey!!!!!! <- its not unreasonable to trust him somewhat actually since hodg didnt know what we the audience know but its drving me nuts. like. dude. he just offered you dog meat and openly said ‘the captains plan isnt gonna work’ and then suddenly the inuit ‘just so happened’ to ‘attack’ them ??? helllo???? and shooting them instead of you know. going to get help??? is just. wrong. god

oh my god. ohhh my god. ‘could obly have been done by savage men’ ohhhhh my god. *hitting hodge with a hammer*

hickey is so good at using the others own racism against them to play into their fears its fucking creepy cause this sorta shit. also happens today. like differentky but its the same mechanism

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silna says. ‘ew’. god

HICKEY SHUT UPPPPP. his stupid lil blankie. rhe stupid lil cup. ‘no longer a man’ lol how many times did you wish that on irving before you got to do it, hmmm ???

‘theyll be our murderers’ *hits him with a hammer*

“im not a decent shot personally—“ SHUT UPPPPPPPP

oh you were so not going to talk to crozier ‘immediately’ shut the fuck up

also his lack of use for jops new title…no respect.

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francis. you are like Not a great boss but you know its fine. its fine. evrythings stressful

des voeux….leave it be man

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peglar bridgensssss <3 ough i know this little plotlines gonna hurt <3

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silna :(

:(((((((

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des vouex you horrible little man. out of your mind with fear. god “hey tozer. gimme gun im scared. also mutiny time??????”

“in those days, of course, life was tough for a 19 year old” des voeux dude you look awful man

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ohh hodge knows he fucked up. he knows. good.

ahaha edward little you are in danger. tozer is. extremely ready to shoot you

woof. armie i hope you ARE filling out the logbook. good on edward trying to descalate that sitch without getting yourself shot. tho it did Not Work

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collins <3 i LOVE the tone shift. hes just having a nice time :)

aw silna and goodsir. :,(

“good”. Yeay <3

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“im the worst kind of sorry” edawrd….

love how horrified hodge is. as he should be!!!

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jopson scurvy moments <3

“do you have a sudden gift for aim” am i reading this correct???? hello??? ‘kill me so i dont have to face the gallows, i dare you-‘

croziers delivery of ‘that was mr. hickey!’ is sooooo good. his wild emotional state. its a good reminder that irving was. his friend also

hickey looking for bilyl before he speaks. heehee thats love. the accent switch ? microaggression king. *hits him with a hammer*

tuunbaq really only started attacking again cause they killed the inuit, huh?

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edward little is going to have the worst headache tomorrow. huh

tozer ptsd momentz.

[inyourwildestdreamslove]

Bitter Love

Pairing: Sweet Pea X Reader

You hadn’t seen your high school sweetheart in years. When your mere presence at a bank robbery send the thieves running for their lives it’s time you faced your past. Are you ready to?

Chapter 1: Poisoned Love

“GET ON THE GROUND NOW AND NO ONE GETS HURT!” Screams a man in a black ski mask.

A gun goes off into the air and the fear filled shreeks of the innocent fill the bank. You hold your hands up as one of the robbers come rushing towards you, his hand is reaching towards you to grab your arm when he stops suddenly. His hands are thrown above his head and he calls out to one of the guys waving his gun at the bank teller. He turns and looks over at you before he practically jumps backwards as if terrified of you.

Not only are you confused by these events, but the people around you are now looking at you apprehensively now.

“We didn’t mean it! We didn’t know you were here! We’re sorry!” One of the masked me almost stutter out.

“Umm...okay?”

“Just don’t tell him, okay?” the other is approaching you with his hand out in a gesture of peace as he inches away from you.

“Tell who?”

“Sweet Pea.”

“Sweet Pea?” you ask bewildered.

The guys wince as they hear his name, but they just nod hesitantly before they turn and sprint out of the bank. The bag of money that they had been attempting to steal lying forgotten on the ground.

After the police are finished interviewing you, you’re just sitting in your car. You hadn’t thought of Sweet Pea in years. He had been your high school sweetheart. You had been crazy about each other, but that was a long time ago now. You hadn’t even spoken to him since you broke up in your third year of collage. You had wanted him to leave Riverdale, leave the Serpents and go to school, have a chance at a normal life...with you... You had wanted to build a life with him by your side, but he had chosen the Serpents over you. A fact that had left you bitter and heartbroken for years. Have you ever really gotten over him?

You pull your phone out of your purse and scroll through the contacts.

Your finger hovers over a name you hadn’t spoken in years. You vaguely wonder if their number is even still the same.

You steal yourself and tap the name on your phone wondering why you still even have it listed in your phone. You put the phone to your ear and listen as it rings rhythmically, your breath matching the tone. You hear the familiar click before a very confused “Hello” sounds over the speaker.

“Fangs?” you ask softly.

“(Y/N)?! Is it really you?!” he asks in disbelief.

“Yeah...yeah, it’s me. How are you?” you ask softly.

“I’m good...just wondering why you’re calling me after how many years?”

You laugh awkwardly, “Yeah… I guess this is weird… I didn’t expect you to pick up… I didn’t expect it to be you…”

“It’s because of Sweet Pea isn’t it?”

“Ummm...yeah…”

“Okay,” he murmurs patiently. You always adored Fangs, the two of you were such good friends and you had wanted more for him too.

“I need to see him Fangs, something weird just happened and they mentioned him.”

“What just happened (Y/N)?” you’re surprised at the sharp tone of his voice.

“There was a bank robbery…”

“Did they hurt you?” his voice is steel.

“No…”

“You need to come home… Sweet Pea will explain everything.”

“Come Home?”

“Yeah… I’ll text you the address,” with that the line goes dead without so much as a goodbye, and while you are still staring down at your screen in shock, it dings and an address pops up onto your screen.

You had been intending to just run errands today, you had taken a mini vacation from work to get caught up with things around your place; however, this seems to be much more important.

Starting up your car you tap the address on your screen and watch as it loads the map and directions. You gaze down at it before you pull out of the parking and onto the road heading back home.

It takes a few hours for you to finally get there and when you pull up in front of the mansion before you, it’s a major step up from the trailer that you and Sweet Pea had spent all your time in as teenagers.

At the gate are two men in black suits that stop you. You give them your name and they wave you through. When you make it to the door, a guy comes running out of the front door followed by Fangs.

“(Nick Name)! Look at you! You’re gorgeous as ever!!” he says as he comes down the stairs, his arms open for a hug. You walk up to him and he pulls you into a friendly hug. The familiar scent of his cologne hits you and you relax a little, remembering simple times like movies in the back of his truck at the drive in and trips to the quarry around a bonfire.

He pulls back and takes your car keys from your hand and hands them to the man waiting patiently beside the two of you. You watch in fascinated confusion as the man gets into your car and drives it out of sight.

“He’s just taking it to the garage to park it.”

“Oh...fancy…” you say with a raised eyebrow as you follow Fangs into the mansion, suddenly feeling extremely underdressed in your jeans and tee shirt.

He just laughs, “Yeah… I guess things are a little different than what you remember huh?”

The easy smile he sends you helps you to relax a little, “Just a little…”

“He’s in his office, I’ll take you to him.”

“Just like that…” you ask with a snap of your fingers.

“Just like that, he’s excited to see you,” he says with a snap of his fingers,“You know… I don’t think he ever got over you…”

You stop for a moment and Fangs stops to wait for you, “You need a minute?”

“I don’t know… This is not how I expected my day to go…” you say softly as you gaze down at your shoes. They are an old pair of vans you’ve had since forever. You remember you came across them when you were cleaning out your closet, so you decided to wear them. You remember you wore these shoes everywhere when you were a teenager: you wore them to Pops on your dates with Sweet Pea, you wore to school where he would hold your hand as you walked down the hallway, you wore them to the Wyrm where he taught you to play pool, you wore them the Quarry where you spent lazy Sundays cloud watching, and you wore them to his place where you hid from the world and cuddled on his old beat up couch.

You heave a deep breath before you look up at your old friend, “Why did we stop talking?” you ask in a whisper.

“You and Sweet Pea broke up, and you had a life that didn’t involve us…”

“I’m sorry…” you murmur.

“It’s okay,” He says as he takes a step towards you, “We’ve all been through a lot and there is a lot that happened here that I wouldn’t have wanted you to be a part of. The road to the top is paved with sacrifices, and I’m glad you had nothing to do with it.”

You know he’s trying to reassure you, but that just reminds you that the Sweet Pea you are about to see isn’t the boy you used to skip school with to get milkshakes.

He opens the doors and you walk into the office that is unapologetically Sweet Pea. Hanging above a black marble topped desk a large picture of a Harley Davidson motorcycle. The floor to ceiling curtains were in a deep emerald green, brushing the dark hardwood floors. Black leather chairs sit before the desk facing the man that gives you butterflies when you lock eyes with him.

“Sweet Pea,” you say softly standing awkwardly a few paces into the room. He sits there staring at you for a moment as if he’s in a trance before he gets up from behind the desk and makes to walk towards you. He’s wearing a pair of black slacks with a deep emerald green button up shirt the sleeves rolled up around his forearms.

“(Nick Name)...” he says breathlessly as he reaches you and pulls you into a hug.

You look up into his eyes when he pulls back, the same brown eyes you had gazed into under the stars so many times. The same eyes that would hold your gaze tenderly after you made love. The same eyes that shed tears when you had to end it.

“You look amazing…”

“You do too! Green is a good color on you…” you say with a soft smile.

“Thanks,” he says as he continues to look down at you, “So I heard something happened?”

You don’t miss the hard edge to his voice as he asks the question.

“Yeah… I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time…Nothing too serious…”

“Did they hurt you?” there was the deadly calm you had heard hundreds of times before. Sweet Pea protected his own…

“No… I just got scared a little… They recognized me Pea… They saw my face and they were terrified…”

He heaved a sigh  and motioned for you to follow him. You did so, following him out a door to the side you hadn’t noticed before. He takes you down a small hallway until you get to a small sitting room and he motions for you to take a seat on the black leather couch.

“Do you still like white wine?” he asks casually over his shoulder.

“Yes, I do actually.”

He just nods before he turns towards you with a glass in his hand and hands it to you.

You nod your thanks and take a sip sitting it down on the coffee table before you.

“You want to know why they were so scared of you…”

“Yes.”

He sighs and runs his hands through his perfectly styled hair and you want to run your fingers through it as well. Even after all these years you’re still attracted to him…

‘Stop it!’ you chide yourself, ‘he’s probably married or has some gorgeous girlfriend or…’

“I put you on a list to protect when things with the Serpents began to get big. It’s essentially an agreement that you are off limits to anyone wanting to get to me.”

“We haven’t spoken in years…” you say taking a sip of your drink to calm your nerves, “Why would you put me on the list… Surely…” you feel your head start to spin a little.

“Surely,” you say ignoring it, “You have someone else that should be on the...list…”

He let out a bitter laugh, “You are the only woman I’ve ever really loved… I always hoped…”

“Hoped what?” you gasp out as you blink your eyes.

“That I would be good enough for you and you would come back to me…”

“Sweets… you were… always… good en-ough…” With the last word out of your mouth you pass out onto the sofa.

Sweet Pea casually gets out of the chair he had sat down in and walks over to your prone form. He moves a stray strand of hair out of your face and gently picks you up and walks from the room and down the hallway.

“She’s going to be pissed…” Fangs says as he leans against the wall outside of the door his arms crossed over his chest. When Sweet Pea passes him, he casually pushes himself off of the wall and keeps pace next to his best friend and boss.

“Better pissed than dead…” Sweet Pea replys back as he casually walks down the hallway.  

Do I need to start a mini series? No... Am I anyway? Yeah... Say something...

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