#hq bullet scenario

[byunbqbes]

WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON THEIR DESKMATE

ft. kageyama, atsumu, iwaizumi

Kageyama

the little milk packets start appearing on an unsuspecting tuesday afternoon, after school

you've been nodding off the whole day in school so you went to the toilet to rinse your face and freshen up

but when you return, a packet of milk sits at the corner of your desk

you're even more confused when a packet of milk appears again the day after, and the day after that, AND all the days after that

one day, you decide to confide in your (cute) deskmate kageyama and ask him if he has seen anybody entering your classroom to secretly give you milk these days

kageyama is IMMEDIATELY blushing and spluttering, "err, m-maybe you have a secret admirer?"

he's internally screaming - is he giving away too much? what if you find out? he's definitely not ready -

turns out he has nothing to worry about. you have hired him for your brand new mission: CATCHING YOUR SECRET ADMIRER !!

not your brightest moment 😭😭

not that kageyama has anything against that! he gets to spend significantly more time with you and he's slowly learning about your favourite snacks

so instead of one packet of milk, you're starting to receive one pack of milk AND your favourite bar of chocolate

the bar of chocolate is coincidentally the brand that you mentioned to kageyama before

now you have growing suspicions of kageyama tobio, your fellow detective in mission

your suspicions are confirmed on an unsuspecting tuesday afternoon, after school

you're returning from the toilet quickly, rushing off for extracurriculars, then you're seeing this familiar figure with a mop of black hair outside your classroom

this boy is gripping onto homemade cookies a little too hard and breathing a bit too hard

you narrow your eyes and rush up to him, "kageyama? don't you have volleyball right now?"

kageyama quickly hides the cookies behind his back and stutters out, "i - practice hasn't started..."

you're about to leave it at that but something made you wink at him, teasing, "oh, and by the way, did i mention that i like cookies? especially homemade chocolate chip ones"

then he's blurting out, "ilikeyoualot"

you: "what did you say?"

Atsumu

when Atsumu has a crush on you, the WHOLE world AND their mothers will know

well,,, the whole world,,,except you apparently

he can literally ask, "go out with me?" while leaning into you and tucking stray pieces of your hair behind your ear

and you'd just be scoffing, "ha. that's funny, atsumu."

does the thing where he ignores all his fangirls - he ONLY has eyes for you

he's literally ALWAYS staring openly at you

on one of the days, he notices you scrambling around for your history book

he immediately puts his textbook on your table

Atsumu gets scolded by your teacher for you

he definitely nudges you in the middle of class and make you play tic tac toe with him

or draws the worst renditions of your teachers and makes you snicker in class

you're so used to his presence and the smell of his laundry when he leans in too close that on days he's absent from volleyball competitions, you feel...weirdly sad.

and then he's suddenly back and begging you to tutor him

Atsumu gets to be tutored by the smartest girl in class while he takes this opportunity to stare at you - it's a win for him

when he sees the way you furrow your brows and stick your tongue out in concentration, reality is suddenly hitting him HARD

he really has to ask you out properly some time very soon.

can't risk losing you to some other mf lol

Iwaizumi

your shy little desk neighbour

has the cutest blush on his cheeks when you steal his stationery

the 3rd years know about his little crush on you

"SO WHEN IS OUR IWA-CHAN GOING TO ASK HIS DESKIE OUT --" Oikawa hollers while he gives you a wink

let's just say Oikawa got put in an immediate headlock

you're sick and absent from school one day

Iwaizumi needs to bring your homework to your house

he swears he's going to throw up from all the nerves

just imagining you in your cute teddy pjs makes his heart stutter

he literally bounces around the front of your house and takes dramatic deep breaths before he rings the doorbell

when you answer the door, Iwa is blinking helplessly at your oversized shirt and shorts

you need to clear your throat multiple times before he snaps out and stutters, "I-I'm here to pass you your work"

you give him the most breathtaking smile and ask him about his day at school

he elaborates about how boring school was and eventually holds up some vitamin gummies, saying, "these aren't much...i just saw these on the way here and -"

and your mom is interrupting Iwaizumi as her gaze jumps from you to him, "Y/N! How dare you hide your boyfriend from your family! C'mon in!"

as she beckons him over, you and Iwaizumi are left blinking at each other

🌷 reblogs are very appreciated!!

[zimthandmade]

Could we get a look at the final confrontation scene between Near and Kira with Mello and Matt?

Assuming we're going with the Near's Deal scenario - I think Near wouldn't let Mello and Matt attend the final confrontation to begin with. He'd order them to stay at the SPK HQ for them to a) not mess up his plan on scene and to b) be a backup, in case anything unplanned happens. Mello is not happy about this, as you can imagine haha -- so no M2 at the final confrontation, sorry!

But that got me thinking: what if Near's plan failed? What if Light actually killed everyone at the warehouse and walked out of there as a winner? What if M2 waited for Near to return and eventually realised something went wrong and took matters into their own hands? WHAT IF M2 TOOK OVER THE OFFICIAL ROLE AS THE NEW L?? Light would be doomed. No more playing fair and civilised. That fucker gets a bullet in his head. Enough is enough.

Welcome to 2.2 ✨

kappa

[nothin-2c-here]

More [a short Winnix story]

(A/N)

The story is written for 2023's HBO War Santa Exchange. 🎅🏻 This short story is written for you, @dcyllom . I hope you like what I had in mind?! Enjoy the holiday season and all the best for the new year! 🧡🤎

(summary)

Two days before christmas eve 1944, Lewis Nixon disappears during a patrol through a forest in Belgium. He wasn't supposed to go on this patrol and when he doesn't return, Richard Winters goes mad. Although it isn't a good idea, he is a captain by now, he goes out and tries to find Lewis. All kind of scenarios emerge before Richard's inner eye, he can't imagine losing his friend who was by his side during every difficult situation so far. When they finally return to HQ, they really need to talk...

(story)

"It wasn't his task," Richard murmmured. He anxiously paced the narrow ways of the forest, trying to find out where Lewis Nixon had disappeared to. He hadn't returned from a patrol and after two hours of waiting for him, Richard Winters had decided to start searching for his friend.

Honestly, it wasn't a good idea (Easy couldn't afford to loose one of its most beloved captain) but he couldn't help himself. Lewis had been by his side from the beginning and during every difficult situation so far.

„Where in this hell are you?“ Richard asked quietly, trudging through the snow. He walked for another 30 minutes but couldn’t find Lewis. When he reached a clearing between the trees, he saw him. In the snow, un-moving, there he was - Captain Nixon.

Captain Winters waited a moment and scanned the surroundings. After checking several times and finding nothing suspicious or hostile, he slowly approached the motionless Lewis.

"Nix?" he asked quietly. "Hey."

Lewis slowly turned his head and looked at Richard.

"Dick." A short pause. "Am I hurt?" Richard looked at him, checking to see if he could find an external wound. It reminded him very much of Holland, of the moment Lewis had taken the bullet.

"No, Lew," Richard replied.

"Then quit looking at me like that."

Richard helped his friend standing up but after Lewis brushed his hands off, he got angry.

"Lew, I’m just trying to help you here. You shouldn’t even have been on this patrol, y’know? So why did you go?"

"Dick, I just needed some air."

"Air? For real? You're under an open sky in a forest and you need air?" Richard huffed angrily. "Lew, that isn’t you."

Lewis just looked at him. Took in his hair, his face, the scarf...

„Captain, we should leave this spot. We would be an easy target“ Lewis said and walked towards the trees to take cover between them. Richard followed him and quickly caught up with him. He grabbed Lewis's arm.

"Now wait a minute, Nix. Can't we talk to each other properly anymore?"

"Talk? I think you mean arguing."

"Okay then, arguing. I want to know why you're putting yourself in such danger when it wasn't even your turn. It wasn't your job to go this round."

Lewis turned abruptly and they stood so close together that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"Danger? We're all in danger here, Dick," Lewis hissed. "This whole thing is madness. I just wanted to get away from it all. I was hoping to find a place somewhere that wasn't under fire. But no, even far away from the areas occupied according to the maps, you're accompanied by bullets."

Lewis turned away from Richard again and walked back through the woods towards HQ. Winters followed him, but Nixon made no move to wait until they were walking side by side. They remained silent.

******

When they got back to HQ, Winters dismissed Speirs a little harshly after he tried to talk to him. Richard urgently needed to speak to Lewis again. Without witnesses, if possible.

Nixon wanted to leave the room with Speirs, but Winters stopped him.

"Nix, please stay."

"Lew, you can't just disappear like that. Don't do that again, do you hear me? I was almost sick with worry."

"Dick, you don't understand."

"Believe me, I do understand. Even earlier, when you mentioned it in the clearing. But a suicide mission like this isn't the answer, Lew."

"Then what do you suggest, Dick? More alcohol for me? I can't take it anymore. We're not properly equipped, we have no warm clothes, not enough ammunition and let's not even start on the food rations."

"Lew, I know that things aren't going very well for us here. But you can't just decide that you don't want to carry on like this. We're all at the end of our tether. But we have to stick together."

"But-"

"And have you ever thought that there are people here who are counting on you? Comrades who are depending on you?"

"Dick, what-"

"Lew, I need you here. I can't get anywhere here without you."

"You'd manage without me, believe me," Nixon replied. "What's so special about me?"

"Lew, listen to me. You're doing a wonderful job here. You help and organize. You find out things about operations that we would never find out otherwise. You help me, you're there for me."

"Cut it out, Dick," Nixon replied. Winters saw that his words embarrassed him. "Anyone else who had this job would do exactly the same thing."

"Maybe, but your personal touch would be missing." Winters approached Nixon. Now he was standing right in front of him and could take him in his arms. That was something that had only happened once before.

"Lew, I'm very happy to have you here with me. I really am. Ever since I saw you for the first time at training camp." Richard felt Lewis's arms wrap around his middle. They knew they couldn't stay like this for long. At any moment, someone might come by or they might be called to an urgent meeting.

"Lew, please come to me if something like this happens again."

"Dick, I can't promise, but I'll try my best."

They parted from one another.

"You know, when I was lying there earlier, I was actually thinking about how you'd react if I'd been hit. To be honest, I'm glad I didn't really manage to imagine it. Dick, I don't want to lose you either."

******

When Richard Winters left his desk in his office and made his way down to the cafeteria where he would meet up with Lewis Nixon, he had a good feeling.

Him and Lewis were living together now and after the deprivations of war there was nothing Winters could wish for. Both of them were healthy, happy together and safe.

Years after the end of war, Richard still couldn't believe they were able to come home. Having Lewis by his side, even now - it was more than he could've ever wished for.

** ** ** ** ** *THE END* ** ** ** ** **

(A/N)

I'm not a native speaker, so please excuse any of the 'german english'. The story isn't betad but I hope you still liked it?!

[riddle-me-ri]

🧡🎃The Scarecrows Masterlist 🧡🎃

Key: 🔞 - means it contains smut and/or other adult themes MINORS DNI

General Scarecrows: 

- Scarecrow Protecting Reader from Ex on Halloween (Haunted Past, Haunting the Present) 

- Scarecrow Goes Late Night Skinny-Dipping w/ Reader (Summer Nights)

Various Scarecrows: 

- How the Scarecrows Handle No Nut November  

- The Scarecrows React to Reader Wearing a TikTok Dress

- How The Scarecrows React to Accidentally Exposing Reader to Fear Toxin

- The Scarecrows React to Student!Reader Asking for Feedback (crack)

- Reader Ignores The Scarecrows’ Affections

- Jealousy Scenarios with The Scarecrows

- The Scarecrows React to Reader Dying in Their Arms

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

- Arkhamverse Scarecrow x F!Reader - Save a Horse, Ride a Scarecrow (riding/choking)  🔞

Batman The Animated Series (BTAS) Scarecrow:

- Reader Taking a Bullet for BTAS Scarecrow

- BTAS Scarecrow Accidentally Brushing Up Against Reader - Accidental Contact

- Reader Kisses BTAS Scarecrow’s Face - Just a Treat

The New Batman Adventures Scarecrow:

Fear State Scarecrow

Year One Scarecrow:

Masters of Fear Scarecrow: 

- NSFW Alphabet w/ Masters of Fear Scarecrow  🔞

Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo (2020) Scarecrow:

- NSFW Alphabet w/ Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo Scarecrow  🔞

Harley Quinn The Animated Series Scarecrow: 

- HQ:TAS Scarecrow: Cuddling Headcanons 

-HQ: TAS Scarecrow: NSFW Headcanons

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[irvinenewshq]

AZ man fatally shot after planning to ambush deputies

Sheriff’s deputies fatally shot a person throughout an alternate of gunfire outdoors his residence in a distant space north of Phoenix after his spouse warned in a 911 name he would possibly attempt to ambush them, the Yavapai County sheriff’s workplace mentioned Saturday. The sheriff’s workplace mentioned it has requested the Arizona Division of Public Security to analyze Friday night time’s officer-involved taking pictures of Thomas Henzler in Black Canyon Metropolis. Deputies responded to the house about 45 miles from Phoenix after Henzler’s spouse reported at about 10:30 p.m. that he was intoxicated and had fired a bullet into the ceiling, sheriffs mentioned in a press release. TEXAS MOM SENTENCED TO LIFE AFTER PLEADING GUILTY TO MURDER OF BEDRIDDEN DAUGHTER SHE LEFT ALONE TO GO PARTY Arizona deputies fatally shot an armed and intoxicated man after his spouse warned in a 911 name that her husband was planning to ambush the officers.  She instructed the 911 dispatcher her husband knew she would name police and had begun to collect ammunition and arrange an ambush on the one entry level to the home, a bridge with a remote-operated gate, the assertion mentioned. The dispatcher additionally instructed deputies she heard Henzler telling his spouse within the background that he would shoot at regulation officers to “do a suicide by cop,” it added. LEE ZELDIN, NEW YORK GOP GUBERNATORIAL CANDIDATE, ATTACKED AT CAMPAIGN STOP Fearing a hostage scenario, deputies requested a SWAT workforce and DPS known as in aerial assist earlier than the lady was in a position to safely exit and open the gate, based on the assertion. About an hour later, Henzler got here outdoors and was strolling towards deputies when he opened fireplace. Deputies shot again, placing Henzler, who later died, the sheriff’s workplace mentioned. Originally published at Irvine News HQ

[yoimix]

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[neoheros]

“i still have your toothbrush,” + nishinoya yū

you had a very loving relationship with nishinoya.

even before the two of you started dating, he has always treated you with more affection than anyone else.

he’d make sure you were eating properly, and he’d lowkey get fussy about it if he found out you were skipping them, lol.

he always went out of his way to make sure he’d walk you home, even if it meant you had to wait for his volleyball practices to be over.

you didn’t mind though, you liked watching him play.

it was how you saw the bruises all over his body, and how he kept on getting them.

ever since then you were insistent on bringing ice packs and bandaids to every practice you went to (which was all of them, to be honest).

you didn’t think much of it, seeing it was as kind as any other gesture he’d do for you, but nishinoya really felt his heart flutter at the thought.

you knew he liked you, and you liked him.

it was only natural to form a relationship with the feelings you two had for one another.

you were friends first, lovers second.

the two of you were happy with the dynamic you had, it was like nothing changed at all.

you two still treated each other like best friends except now you had comfortable labels and boundaries, plus the hugs and kisses, of course hehe

you brought him an extra shirt for all his practices, and he’d get you your favorite juice box every lunch in return.

“that’s a bit unhealthy for y/n–kun, don’t you think?”

“A H YOU’RE TOTALLY RIGHT SHOYO!!”

he apologized profusely that day, and even though you were a bit confused, you still found it cute how he looked out for you.

the club is so used to you being there, even if you knew little to nothing of the sport they played, they still found your cheers and yells of motivation endearing.

you came to all his games, minor or not, you still made sure to give your full support.

which is why it was so surprising when you started missing them one by one until you fully stopped going.

it was something about your studies, or wanting to pursue your own path for the future.

what nishinoya had for volleyball, you had for education.

you were persistent on getting into the college of your dreams, and somewhere along the line, that became more important than anything else.

“i can’t see you again? it’s been so long.”

“i know, i’m sorry, but i need to pass this exam, yū.”

“can you make my game, at least?”

you wouldn’t answer him, because you couldn’t.

he kept his distance, but he understood what you needed to do too.

he was just devastated at the fact that he was seeing you less the more he tried to.

it didn’t take long, but the two of you called it quits after that.

you broke up with him the day your teacher sat you down to talk to you seriously about the upcoming achievement tests.

it shattered his heart.

but he tried his best to show you that he was cool with it.

he knew it was important to you, and the last thing he wanted was to make you feel bad over something he was holding you back from.

both of you don’t talk after that.

a week or two pass, and you’re left walking around your room.

it was weird— not having him there.

when the club would have days off or weekends, nishinoya would usually be in your room.

the two of you would play games or just lie together in bed all day.

it made you remember.

it made you lonely.

you walk to your bathroom, and you gaze at your reflection in the dirty mirror.

your eye falls to the corner of the square reflection, and you see the dark grey toothbrush next to your yellow one.

you smile at the thought that nishinoya used to come over so much that he’d bought a new toothbrush just to keep in your house.

that day was the day you knew you were in it for the long ride.

you never expected it to be over.

you never expected you’d be the one to prompt it to end.

you hesitated but you fished your phone out of your pocket, and immediately went to the familiar number to text.

you: i still have your toothbrush lol :P

your heart beat against your chest as you waited for a response.

you haven’t seen nor talked to him in almost two weeks, what the hell were you thinking?

your hands felt clammy and you hit yourself in the head for sending.

nishinoya: did my elaborate plan of making you miss me via dental tools work? ;)

you laugh lightly at that, and you feel your nervousness water down.

he was always good at making things less uneasy.

the two of you spent the afternoon texting, catching up on things you both missed.

nishinoya: the club totally misses you!!

nishinoya: even tsukishima ?? i didn’t know he was emotionally capable of that !!

nishinoya: i miss you the most, though.

it took you some courage, but you agreed to facetime him, something you’d always do when you were too far apart.

the two of you laughed, and smiled, and talked for more hours than you could count.

you barely noticed that the sun had already went down went your mom asked you to come down for dinner.

“i have to go, yū.” you tell him, though you didn’t really want to hang up yet.

his smile dims a little, but he nods just the same. “me too, dinner hehe.”

your finger hovers on the end call button, but you stop yourself for a moment.

“do you want to call again—“

he cuts you off, “yup!! i’ll facetime again later, i promise!!”

you feel your heart warm, and your smile never leaves you for the night.

you wave him goodbye before hanging up, and you hurry down the stairs to finish dinner so you can talk to him once again.

nishinoya laughs loudly, an uncontrollable grin on his face as he chokes down his food as fast as he can, anticipating your call that would never fail to give him butterflies.

[quirkwizard]

If Overhaul had succeeded in making the permanent versions of the quirk-erasing bullet earlier, so that larger numbers of them were available by the time the heroes launched a raid against his HQ, how would the raid go and how would the overall plot change? Assume that the LoV has infiltrated the Shie Hassaikai as in canon.

I'm writing this with the assumption that the heroes know that the bullets are complete, as I assume they would be able to figure that out due to recon and the potential of having the new drug out on the street already. And it's more interesting than "everyone gets shot and loses their Quirk".

So the difficult thing about talking about this theoretical is that the entire premise of an arc would be drastically changed. If the Hero Commission believed that Overhaul had fully developed the drug, then the roster of heroes would be completely different. The heroes were brought in to deal with the Yakuza in specific ways, such as Lock Rock countering Overhaul and Mimic, which wouldn't be as applicable in this scenario. He could still help, but it would be just as likely for him to be shot by a random mook and they would lose a hero. Characters like Aizawa and Fat Gum would be huge targets that would easily have their Quirks taken away. Sending them in would just be nonsensical given the threat the yakuza now pose. And Overhaul would pose a much bigger threat because of the completed drug.

To tackle this situation, they would need new kinds of abilities. Maybe they'd keep Ryukyu because her scales could protect her like Kirishima’s hardening did for him. For example, Miruko, Edgeshot, Hawks would all be great candidates for this. The three are all fast, efficient heroes with lower chances of being hit by the bullets thanks to their speed, low profile, and greater range, respectively. They could quickly disable a lot of the threat before they even have a chance to fire off a shot. Midnight or Best Jeanist could either capture or knockout a bunch of people in the building, greatly reducing the number of potential shooters. Cementoss could rearrange the entire building to capture the most people possible. Snipe could just shoot the thugs before they got a shot off. I know that sending these high-ranked heroes in would be a large risk, but I would figure that the Commission would want to make sure the threat was dealt with, like with the raid on the bar.

So in this case, Mirio would still have his Quirk and Sir Nighteye would still be alive, still harboring that dislike of Izuku that he had before. Which in turn may lead to Izuku not training under Endeavor as a sidekick with Shoto and Bakugou because he’d still be able to work with Sir Nighteye. Eri would be in a worse place mentally, not having the same sort of influence that Mirio and Izuku had on her, but maybe another hero could help her by saving her. Regardless, I could still see her ending up at UA to train her Quirk. Toga and Twice are harder to guess due to all the new variables. I could easily see them being captured or escaping, depending on how it all goes down. Overhaul would probably still be captured and with a larger escort to take him in due to his larger threat level. In that case, LOV may not be able to attack the convoy to get their revenge due to the larger presence of heroes and police officers around. So not only may LOV lose two important members, but they may not even get the bullets. Not unless Tomura swiped some in his first meeting.

[goldpomegranates]

solid grip

007!Male!Reader x Bond Boy!Tom Hiddleston

Rated E for explicit sexual content, dubious consent, & voyeurism WORD COUNT: 2.2k also on AO3.

Playing wrangler to another double-0 would normally be child's play, but when a crime lord sets her eyes on Mr Hiddleston thanks to his natural charm and insistence of being a gentleman, the assignment gets dicey. He plays the role of seductor to perfection, and much to your dismay, all you can do is watch.

—x.

MI6 gives him a gun. It comes as no surprise really, following the events at Monte Carlo and the narrow escape that cost you two months’ worth of off-duty physical therapy in order to regain feeling in your right arm. No doubt he’s learned how to use it in that time, has eased into how his own limbs should move in close-quarters-combat. He’s sharp-eyed, quick witted, and one hell of a fast learner. A little bit much for just being a secretary shipped off to play Bond Girl to your 007, but you’ve never complained.

Thomas certainly has, but he forfeited the right to do so the moment he took that gun from Q. Packing power beyond most conventional handguns, the Beretta is tailored to his specific biometric data, its grip and barrel modified to sit comfortably in his hands. The way his long, slender fingers wrap around the polished surface, forearms straining against the recoil during target practice has been distracting, to say the least.

Unfortunately, the gun is only the start. At times, he is his own deadliest weapon, if even by no choice of his own.

You keep an eye on him from behind Q’s desk, the camera feed unrealistically crisp for a tiny lens perched in a nondescript corner of a cramped room. The audio feed is less grand, and the situation is dicey.

In the back room of a nightclub in London, another double-0 is playing the good girl card, her voluptuous chest and thighs barely reigned in by the sleek red evening dress she’s wearing. Tom hangs on her arm like a protective boyfriend, trying to sell the ruse to the crime lord currently dealing them an offer. Drugs, weapons, state secrets, the usual.

Said crime lord, also a lady of astonishing build and beguiling presence, eyes them both with interest beyond the professional kind. She’s playful, waving baggies below their noses as her hulking bodyguards wield assault rifles by all exits. It’s meant to be a reconnaissance mission, a quick in-and-out, but she’s taking too long to crack, and your people are getting antsy.

“Get me a name, double-0,” you say, applying just a hint of pressure. Neither reacts, but you know they’ve heard you.

You are not a handler, neither are you a supervisor, but this was meant to be your assignment had you not taken a bullet for the secretary. Q was, miraculously, on vacation, and as devoted to Queen and Country as MI6 is, the true voice of the people was the five hundred pound note. Especially the five hundred pound notes you swiftly slid into the home team’s pockets in order to grant yourself a say on the mission.

“—another type of payment,” the lady says, a feedback loop leaving your ear ringing.

Tom steps aside, awkwardly wringing his hands as the crime lord takes the double-0 by the hips and kisses her cheek. You make nothing of it, all agents have trained for this kind of scenario, but it dawns on you that Tom isn’t, in fact, an actual agent. He’s a glorified sidepiece, a decorative charm planted, in this case, to make his female counterpart come off as powerful.

You’re about to offer a warning but he interrupts the two women, hands to his chest with concern clear across his face. The mics are barely holding on and, had the Quartermaster been at HQ, he would’ve found a way around the problem. Instead, it’s just you on visual, a gaggle of runts on the ground, a double-0 in a bind, and a secretary who thinks he can retcon a potentially disastrous situation.

“Sinclair, don’t let him,” you tell the double-0. “Hiddleston, I’ll make sure this is the last field mission you ever see.” In hindsight, you figure that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

There’s a reshuffling of people, quick conversations, and snappy commands, and you watch in abject horror as the bodyguards mill out of the room with the double-0 in tow.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You are usually a tad more composed in these kinds of situations, but you have zero faith in Hiddleston getting the name you need when oftentimes doing so requires techniques you know the man won’t be able to stomach.

To inflict torture, one must first be subjected to it.

The bastard was too much of a gentleman to even consider the option, but his English sensibilities were definitely questionable when you witness him curl a finger beneath the crime lord’s chin, slowly tipping her face up to look at him. Her hands grip the front edges of his jacket, her blood red lipstick glossy under the room’s lighting. She smiles at him, eyes squinted with copious amounts of suspicion, but she seems appeased for the time being.

She sits on the couch in front of him, her legs crossed, and beckons him forward with a finger.

You count the hidden weapons in the room.

It shouldn’t bother you. You’ve seen it before, have sat through far more grotesque situations. You’ve trained for this. You all have. It’s your job to give it all for the assignment, no matter the cost.

In some cruel twist, the mic picks up everything. The rustling of fabric as acrylic nails play with his belt, the ripple of a zipper, the shocked gasp. You could take the headset off, but you don’t. You shouldn’t in case she breaks and gives up the name of her supplier.

“Very chivalrous of you,” she says, and you can see the movement of her elbow, can imagine her hand wrapped around him, “giving yourself up to protect your girl’s honor. Although was that truly the reason?”

Tom’s back is to the camera, his feet wide apart for balance. She leans forward and his head tilts back, eyes fluttering. You can’t see that last part, but you’ve had him in a similar situation, beheld the way he wore pleasure when teased.

“The world needs more men like you,” she continued, before the sound of a moan around a mouthful came through the headset. She pulled back, putting her hand back to work. “Whores, I mean. Good looking ones with proper manners and a deep-rooted desire to get thoroughly fucked.”

He makes an indignant sound and retaliates by taking a fistful of her long hair. She takes it in stride, leaning into the grip as she jerks him off.

“Do you have anyone back home? No offense, but you and that woman hardly have any chemistry. You couldn’t fool a blind woman if you wanted to.”

She goes in with her mouth again, this time staying there for a long moment.

You look away from the screen, disgusted by your interest. The hot, heavy pulsing between your legs something you will have to program out of your system in the near future.

You have played it fast and loose these past several months, courting Tom in some sort of acquaintanceship with benefits fantasy. Despite never truly sleeping with him, always stepping away when things got too heated, this nagging possessiveness grew exponentially pervasive.

It’s not part of the job. It could never be a part of your life while on the job. The only friends you could afford to name were your Quartermaster and M, and those were just your work buddies at the most. Lovers were few and far between, the occasional hit and run to let off steam, something that has become unnecessary when training and field work were just as effective.

But here was Mr Hiddleston getting under your skin, getting felt up by someone else under your supervision, apparently enjoying himself going by the way he enthusiastically removed his jacket.

And the sounds he made. Maybe he was adept at torture, just not the painful kind.

You look back at the monitor out of the corner of your eye and see that they’ve moved. For the love of everything holy, he’s sitting on the couch, trousers undone and cock in hand. She’s hovering over him, knees on either side of his thighs, dress bunched up in her hands.

You can’t bear looking anymore, but you do. You do. The way his hands hold onto her back, guide her in a graceless bounce that looks as sloppy as it sounds, the way he thrusts up to meet her has you gripping the edge of the desk.

The rub of fabric over the mic is grating, but it isn’t enough to obscure his thoughtless ramble and her vicious whisper. A whisper that puts you on high alert again, eyes and ears open. “Quite the show for your mates back at MI6, I reckon,” she says with a laugh, cradling his face in her hands. “Should I tell them?”

“Don’t,” Tom says, momentarily clear.

“Should I tell him?”

Your knee stops its jittering, your entire body going still. It has to be a coincidence, you tell yourself, digging through the scene in front of you. She’s cunning, everyone on the case knows this, and she will say anything to get under anyone’s skin. Just because she is able to read him doesn’t mean she knows him.

“So, it is a boy,” she says, gasping, breathless. “Is he as charming as you? Oh! Is he a double-0?”

Through the haze, Tom’s eyes momentarily flicker to the camera. She doesn’t seem to catch him doing so, but you do. Your finger hovers over the metaphorical panic button, the one that will send everyone in the vicinity crashing into that fucking room and run damage control. The situation has now gone from precarious to dangerous, and you refuse to get another red mark on your ledger.

“Is he watching us right now? Can he hear us? Why don’t you go ahead and tell him how tight I am, how hard you are inside of me?” She leans back, her hands on his knees for leverage. And that’s good. Her hands are preoccupied, nowhere near a weapon. “Is it me? Or is it the thought of him watching that has you dripping?”

You cross your legs, expression schooled despite the absence of eyes around you. Maybe Medical was right and you should have taken a proper leave, at least until the remnants of painkillers and whatever other substances had left your body. You spare a thought to James and how he would have handled the situation, or any other double-0 for that matter. Hell, you even consider reaching out to Moneypenny for advice and your thoughts are drifting.

The headset crackles with the sound of a voice that isn’t Tom’s, but someone else on location. You catch a hint of your name, and a choppy question you take to mean whether or not they should move in. The answer makes itself impossible when on the other end all you can hear is the debauched cries of two people—one of which you wish was you and that is a problem. That is a big fucking problem. Playing around with the secretary is one thing but getting defensive about said secretary clearly enjoying a quick shag on the job is so far out of bounds you momentarily consider reassignment.

“Do not engage,” you say, and in return you get Tom’s sweet gasp.

The lady has wrapped herself around him, and while his hands rest at her back, pressed together, he’s staring at the camera. His gaze is steady despite the sultry part of his lips, his movements slow and measured. He leans back enough to lift her dress and show you where they meet, the slow glide of him moving in and out of her, the heavy weight of pleasure on his face.

You dig deep for that iron control that landed you the position. Back ramrod straight, you tell yourself the reason why you’re resting a hand over your thigh is for balance, a grounding touch, and not at all because you came close to pressing a palm against your groin. Shifting in your seat provides no relief, accidental pressure sending you to your feet.

Leaning over the desk, hands firmly splayed over the high-tech surface, you breathe evenly through your nose as you continue to listen. The woman’s frantic panting, Tom’s pleading as his voice goes higher than you’ve ever heard it before, and you want it. You want him.

The finishing blow leaves you lightheaded, his long and ragged moan stroking the deepest parts of you until it echoes inside of your stomach. The aching throb between your legs has not gone away and you will do nothing to remedy it, just suck it up and keep going, get your agents home safe.

“Disengage,” you say over the headset, ignoring the waver in your voice. “If she’s not giving it up after that, there’s no use in pursuing. We’ll find another way.”

The crime lord whispers into Tom’s ear, and you can see the moment it happens, the triumph in his eyes telling you that he got it, that she broke at the last second, but you know better. There’s no dick good enough to surrender an empire over. Whatever that woman has up her sleeve will come at a steep cost. But some bridges can be allowed to stand through the night.

“Get yourself cleaned up, Mr Secretary. Our men are on the move.”

[love-amihan]

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HQ KARASUNO FIRST YEARS REACTING TO GOOFY PHOTO YOU'VE SET AS THEIR LOCKSCREEN

amihan’s note: this is so random jsdfhbfs can't think of a little scenario for our yachi but i think the bullet points captured it best, giving you all the fluffs as an apology hehe. will drop all the angst and come back to happy plots i promise :>> happy reading!

bf!shoyo x gn!reader, bf!tobio x gn!reader, bf!kei x gn!reader, bf!tadashi x gn!reader, gf!yachi x gn!reader

-hinata shoyo

first reaction? laughs, like for real laughs

the team looks at him weirdly and he's there all over his phone typing away with a stupid smile on his face

shoyo: come swing by our practice

after school, you did as per shoyo texted. you were confused on why he wanted to see you

you forgot that you changed his lockscreen not so long ago

as soon as he sees you, he runs up to you holding up his phone, "say cheese!" he pulled on the goofiest face leaning closer to you so you can also fit in the frame. you buffer for a second before following in suit, after he took the photo he made it his new lockscreen smiling proudly "what was that about, sho?" he looks up to you with his sunshine smile, "new lockscreen!" he showed you his phone displaying the photo you guys just took.

-kageyama tobio

blushes, full-on blush, even his neck is red!

he didn't expect seeing your face when he was just checking the time on his phone

shoyo blinks from behind him, "who's that?" tobio snaps out of it remembering why he whipped out his phone in the first place "no one" he pocketed his phone again walking away "HEY I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!" shoyo shouted trying to catch up with him

tobio can't help the smile that crept up his face while thinking about you

he will not remove the picture and just let it be

he calls it his lucky charm

-tsukishima kei

as soon as he saw it, changes it back to his original lockscreen

he hates to admit it but he took a screenshot before doing so

the next time you saw him, you were all giddy and excited about your little 'prank'

"tsukkiii" you playfully drag out his name as you come closer to him, "what?" he remained emotionless looking back at you, "found anything new?" you elbow his sides gently, tadashi chuckles from behind him seeing you two in your usual setup

he played it off, not wanting to be dragged in your pace "i actually have an eye on this good frame and i'm thinking of getting it" he held his chin pretending to think back. you gasp in disbelief looking at him then tadashi who just shrugs

yeah, he's a big tsundere..

"that was really mean tsukki" tadashi pointed out seeing your retreating back. can you imagine this guy? a tall guy gushing over his phone, the screenshot on display "you didn't have to change it if you're gonna stare at the damn picture" kei looks up and glares at him, "shut up yamaguchi"

-yamaguchi tadashi

now this boy, this sweet boy will cherish it!

gets excited on using his phone, just to see your face

will excuse anything to himself just to open his phone

oh what time is it? pulls out his phone and looks at the screen, his wrist watch on display

"you have a watch" shoyo simply pointed out, tadashi looks at his wrist his mouth forming an 'oh' kei let out the loudest sigh pulling his headphones on "you're smitten" was all he said before walking away. tadashi flushed red stuttering with his words, he huffed choosing to not say anything and just catch up with kei.

shoyo turns to tobio "what's smitten?" tobio was in deep thought for a second before stomping away "how would i know?! boke!" he angrily shouted

-hitoka yachi

confronts you about it, she was very shy opening the topic

though she told you to take a picture together because she really loves the idea

would love to lowkey flaunt about it

like oh she accidentally let someone borrow her phone and forgot to give her password

then the person will see the two of you looking cute and goofy in her lockscreen

she will be shy but cheeky with it at the same time

if the person happen to ask who was in the lockscreen, she will delightfully tell them about you!!

"i didn't know you have s/o" someone will ask and she will just show off the picture you two have

she just loves you and likes to boast about you, though more in a subtle way

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tagging; @lumpiang-toge mwah, lablab <33

[byunbqbes]

⋆｡°✩ᜊ HQ MASTERLIST

headcanons/ bulleted drabbles

♡ more than 1 hq boy:

hq boys when you cry (suna, oikawa, ushijma, bokuto, kenma)

hq boys when you cry pt 2 (atsumu, iwaizumi, akaashi, kageyama, kuroo)

what loving them feels like (iwaizumi, kuroo, akaashi, shinsuke)

hq boys + haunted house dates (kuroo, shinsuke, sugawara, atsumu, ushijima)

hq boys when you're cold (suna, ushijima, osamu, oikawa, bokuto)

when they have a crush on their deskmate (kageyama, atsumu, iwaizumi)

when they realise you're the one (osamu, akaashi, kuroo, iwaizumi, kageyama, bokuto)

high tension scenarios with hq boys

longer drabbles

♡ karasuno:

♡ nekoma:

kuroo:

hq boys meeting a beautiful fan

♡ inarizaki:

suna:

hq boys meeting a beautiful fan

atsumu:

hq boys meeting a beautiful fan pt. 2

♡ aoba johsai:

♡ shiratorizawa:

ushijima:

hq boys meeting a beautiful fan

♡ fukurodani:

akaashi:

hq boys meeting a beautiful fan pt. 2

♡ itachiyama:

sakusa:

hq boys meeting a beautiful fan pt. 2

fics (>1k)

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Can I request Valorant angst?

Yoru x non agent fem reader

Yoru is very protective of his girlfriend, he always kept his powers secret from her, until one day, a horrible tragedy happened. Yoru was going out on a mission (without his girlfriend knowing) for a few hours, when he returned home he found her on the ground in a pool of blood and with several bullet holes.What will be Yoru's reaction when he finds out that Kingdom broke into his house and shot her, (like that scene at the beginning of Resident Evil 8) to get the attention of Valorant's agents???

[A/N: Hello darling. Wow, I just want to say this is a great story prompt because I love angst and this is perfect. It really fits with Yoru. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Headcanons of Yoru finding his Non-Agent Female s/o Dead

Yoru wasn't just protective of you. He was over protective.

You never knew why. Assuming that he just loved you and was really possessive of you.

It was fun and it made you happy to be in a relationship with Yoru, but the downside is, you think he's hiding too many secrets.

It hurts to think that he doesn't trust you, but you never confronted him about it.

One night, you two were on the couch, watching a movie together while cuddling when he suddenly got a call.

"I'll be there in 10." He said, hanging up the phone and standing up from the couch.

"I gotta go. Work called in." He says, putting on his shoes.

"I never knew you had a job."

"Yeah, well, I do." He snaps, unintentionally.

"What is the matter with you? What's with all the secrets?" You ask, your voice raising as you stood up from the couch, standing in front of him, "Don't you trust me?"

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just...not a good thing to talk about." Yoru puts on his jacket, slinging his bag over his shoulder, heading for the door.

You follow him, a fury boiling deep in your stomach, "'Not a good thing to talk about'? What do you mean?"

"Listen, I don't have time for this. I gotta go."

"Yeah, sure. Leave. Since this 'secret job' of yours is much more important than us spending time together."

"Oh it is! It is much more important than you!" He screams in anger.

"Yoru, it's been days since I've seen you and now you're leaving again?"

"Yes, I am. I can't explain now."

You bit your lip, "Fine. But don't ever come back here." You say, slamming the door and locking it behind him when he finally got out.

Yoru hadn't thought about it much. After all, he needed a clear head if he was to go on a mission.

But what he did think, was that he needed to apologize and probably make up some story, explaining the whole scenario.

On the way home, he has tried calling you but you wouldn't answer.

He was getting worried.

You always answered his calls, no matter the time or place.

When he got to your house, he immediately noticed the broken window.

He ran, thinking of the worst thing that could happen. Only confirming it when he saw you.

On the ground.

A blood red pool underneath your body, staining the floor, your hair, and your clothes.

It gushed out of the multiple holes from your body he can only guess were gunshots.

He mouthed 'sorry' before he left the house, hearing sirens shortly after.

He cried as he drove back to HQ. Feeling guilty, angry, and disappointed at himself.

Damn them. Damn Kingdom. Damn them all.

When he finds the person who did this to you, they better be prepared to face hell and atone for their sins.

✨~Requests are open!~✨

[okkotsvs]

before you request, please refer to rules below. there will not be any negotiable instances that have to do with ‘what I will NOT write:’

what i will write:

character x fem or gn reader

fluff, angst, suggestive

non-explicit injury-esque scenes

bulleted, written scenarios, & text messages

what i will NOT write:

character x character (this can be found on my ao3, @/honeylian), character x m!reader

poly relationships

dark content (if you are unsure, feel free send me a message)

explicit content (smut, gore, etc.)

please understand that i can refuse any requests that i feel uncomfortable with, otherwise, as long as you follow the above rules, i can write whatever you wish! by default, if not specified in your request, fics will be fully written & gn. these are the characters i will write for (to be added to): (aot) armin, levi; (bllk) chigiri, rin; (csm) aki, kishibe [platonic only]; (gi) cyno, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao; (hksr) blade, dan heng, jing yuan; (hq) akaashi, sakusa, shirabu; (jjk) megumi, yuuta; (tr) mitsuya, inui, rindou, wakasa

thank you for reading! i hope to be able to answer your request :D

[healing-winston-pratt]

The Resistance AU

I overthink while drawing and given that I have no self-control, this drawing inspired by @novas-egg-beater ended up being a whole AU lmao.

Also, thank u @dawniebb for brainstorming with me ♥♥♥

So... 

There was no Age of Anarchy; instead, the Renegades appeared one day and placed themselves as the new government, starting the Renegade Regime.

David made the helmet, hoping for Alec to be able to stop them, but the Council found out and Hugh himself killed him in his apartment. Tala and Nova were out that night, so they came back to find David’s dead body and a crying Evie, who seemed to have miraculously survived the bullet.

They’ll find out she became a prodigy when she’s older, as well as Nova developing her insomnia gift due to nightmares regarding his father’s corpse instead of the gunshots.

Tala looks for Alec, and the three of them hide in his and Honey's apartment (no, I won’t take that back) until they start hosting clandestine meetings for prodigies and non-prodigies who want to overthrow the Renegades, becoming a Resistance.

When Captain Chromium made his first appearance wearing the helmet, Tala told Alec his brother’s real intention, so their plan is to find a way to get the helmet back for him.

Eventually, they’re discovered and forced to hide in the tunnels; however, Alec builds an underground facility with his powers to be their real base, because the tunnels being the base of what is left from the Resistance is just a facade.

Picture a mix up between Kipo’s burrow and District 13; there’s even a job-system because everyone has a duty on the Resistance, but it’ll probably have its own post because it’s kind of long(?)

Like in canon, the Renegades think only Honey, Leroy, Ingrid and Winston live in the tunnels: Ace is “dead” and they never knew about Tala, Nova and Maggie.

Before Evie was born, Tala wanted to name her Evelyn and David, Margaret; Tala won, obviously, but after David’s death, she decided to change Evie’s name as a way to honor him, so.

Nova and Maggie Artino, yeah, and they grow together as loving sisters.

Also, Ace is not unhinged here so he’s a loving uncle, ok? And he and Tala get along well like the in-laws they are.

When Nova’s older, she infiltrates the Renegades as Nightmare (her alias at the Resistance is Insomnia), with the mission to get her father’s helmet back.

Given that I don’t think there are Trials, but the Renegades’ recruitment process works almost like a draft (when they see a prodigy’s gift they would like to have on their lists, you join because you join), the Resistance faked a scenario for Nightmare to show off before a patrol unit so they would take her.

That patrol unit happened to be Sketch’s team asdimeirmcdnoevm

The whole Council is alive, which means is Adrian Rawles in this AU, btw.

The Bandit is not with them at the moment, but he doesn’t live in his Quarantine either: Max has his own floor at HQ, but he lives with Hugh and Simon, because Adrian tattooed the Vitality Charm symbol on all the Council members (so they could get close to the Bandit). 

Actually, the whole Team Sketch has that tattoo as well, in order for Max not to neutralize them; however, Nova doesn’t get the tattoo immediately after she’s accepted on the team, because she has to earn their trust.

I already mentioned this on the drawings post, but the little bags Max carries on his belt are filled with marbles: when he absorbs a power, he creates a marble out of the air (thanks to one of the powers he stole) and places it in the bag because it represents a new power added to his collection.

Ruby and Oscar are already dating and I picture them like a mafia couple more than highschool sweethearts.

Danna had a thing with Narcissa but she doesn’t know she’s part of the Resistance LMAO, so she’s still salty her ex disappeared just because, while Nova is internally screaming because “dammit Narcissa, you didn’t tell you wERE DATING MONARCH TF”.

Adrian doesn’t take his visor off. E V E R. Because it helps him to see and he thinks that wearing glasses would make him look weak and people would stop fearing Lady Indomitable’s son.

Yes, the characters have been redesigned just like Team Sketch  👀

[ushijimawakaflockaflame-blog]

It's okay if I request hcs of Bokuto having a crush? Friends to lovers type? Ty!!

AN: Bokuto is quite the popular man! He is also easy to write for, but I think it’s because I love him so much!

I did a stages of love kind of thing with this one. I don’t know if I would call this head canons….???? But it’s not a scenario, either…. ok well here ya go LOL

STAGE 1

You two are in the same year, but probably not the same class.

However, your lockers are near each other.

One day, he noticed that he wasn’t the only one late to school. Scrambling in soon after the bell rang, Bokuto saw you rushing to get your things together for your first class. From a distance, he thought you broke into his locker.

As he approached his locker, you ran past him with a quick “excuse me!” He pouted, sad that he didn’t get a good look at your face.

You look cute in a uniform.

STAGE 2

He parted ways with his team on his walk home and saw the back of a familiar head. Squinting, he jogged up a bit to get a closer look.

Oh! It was you!

Bokuto naturally smiled widely when he got excited, even over the littlest things. What a surprise that you lived near him, too.

You shivered a little bit, feeling a strong pair of eyes on you. When you turned around, you were startled at the pair of big eyes that dug deep into your soul.

“Wah!” you yelped, jumping back. “C-Can I help you?”

“Oh, no, don’t be scared! I’m a student, too! See!” Bokuto exclaimed, pointing to his tie. “I, uh, not to be creepy or anything, but weren’t you late to class this morning?”

“Eh? Well, yes, how did you - oh! I almost bumped into you, didn’t I?”

“Yes!! Great! I don’t sound creepy then!” Bokuto blushed as your giggle rang through his ears. For once, he was happy that his curiousity got the best of him.

“So,” he started, scratching the back of his head. “Can I walk you home?”

STAGE 3

Luckily, both of your club activities ended around the same time, so neither of you had to wait too long for each other.

Bokuto always looked forward to walking home. He was always excited to learn something new about you and would make a mental note of it so he could remember.

Soon, Bokuto bucked up the courage to ask you to walk to school with him in the mornings, also.

And then later asked you to watch one of his games, which you gladly accepted to both.

It was very different for you to see Bokuto in a totally different light. He was still his goofy self, but somehow on the court, he let his light shine forth.

Of course, within like, fifteen minutes of the first match, Bokuto was already feeling dejected because he forgot how to hit straights.

“Oi oi, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi called. “Someone cute is staring at you ~”

“Huh? Where!?” When Bokuto looked up into the crowd, the first person he saw was you. You looked a bit worried and confused, wondering why the game had halted. When you met Bokuto’s eyes, you grinned widely and give him two thumbs up. You may not have been the one Akaashi was talking about, but it didn’t matter. Seeing you in the stands, eyes on him and him only, made his heart flutter.

“That was quick,” Akaashi said.

STAGE 4

“Just ask them out already,” Konoha sighed.

“I can’t just ask them! They deserve better!” Bokuto paced the locker room, still dressed in his work out clothes.

“If they like you, they’ll say yes no matter what,” Akaashi noted.

“You think so?”

“Yes,” the entire team said.

“Ok! I’ll do it! HEY HEY HEY ~” Bokuto pulled his shirt off and twirled it in the air.

“Hey hey hey~” the team chanted monotonously.

You waited patiently outside of the school, waiting on Bokuto to finish changing. He was the first out of his whole team to sprint out of the doors - normally, he took so long that he was the last one out.

“You seem very excited today,” you chuckled.

“You could say that!” he grinned.

Although he was chipper eariler, he fell silent the minute you two started walking home. You tried to ask him how his day was, practice, any plans for the weekend, etc, but he gave you short answers that didn’t give you much to work with.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked when you both approached your doorstep.

Bokuto fidgeted with his fingers and looked to the ground, cheeks burning as he tried to formulate his words. “W-Well, we’ve been spending a lot of time together….”

You smiled and blushed also, knowing exactly where this was going. He looked so nervous that you decided to help him out. “Do you wanna spend more time together this weekend? Maybe go on a date?”

“Huh? Wait, I’m supposed to ask you that!!”

“I’ll see you soon ~”

“Wha? Ok! I-It’s a date then!”

STAGE 5

After several dates, Bokuto had finally asked you to be his significant other with a bouquet of roses. He was charming, handsome, and so caring; everything you’ve always wanted in a boyfriend.

Months into dating, you felt the urge to take things to the next level. And you know he did, too, but knowing him, he wouldn’t make the first move, so you took it upon yourself to do it instead.

“That ice cream was so good! I’m stuffed,” Bokuto said as he entered your house.

As soon as the door closed, you grabbed his tie and lead him to your room.

“_-_____? Where are you taking me?”

You gave him a sly smirk before pulling him in to whisper in his ear.

“To have some fun.”