#implied threat

Whumptober 2nd

[Cornered | Caged | Confrontation] (tw: failed escape, noncon touch, implied threat)

Whumpee’s hands trembled, scraping and nicking the key against the edges of the lock before it finally ground into place, teeth catching on pins - making far too much noise. That small sound alone made Whumpee’s heart leap into their throat, choking the airaway as they froze in the silence, waiting for any sound that would suggest Whumper had heard that. That they’d woken. 

That they were coming.

Whumpee took a deep, shuddering breath, and turned the key, wincing again at the noise as the lock clacked open. The key twisted back easily, scraping back out and tucking neatly into their palm. 

Whumpee’s fingers slipped around the smooth, cool handle, twisting it and pulling it op-

The handle froze in place, refusing to press any closer to them as they tugged softly. Horror trickling down their spine.

It wrenched out of their hand as the door snapped shut again.

Whumpee froze, eyes slipping up to the hand pressed to the door just to the side of their head - holding it closed.

A horrified tremore rippled under their skin as breath brushed hot against the shell of Whumpee’s ear. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Everything stopped. Whumpee couldn’t bear to turn. Couldn’t force words out their fear-strangled throat.

Their feet betrayed them, side-stepping away from Whumper’s arm in a pitiful attempt to dodge away from the pressing danger.

They squeaked a whimper as Whumper’s palm slammed against the door on their other side, caging them in.

Whumpee finally turned to face Whumper in a panicked flourish, back pressed so hard against the door that their shoulder blades bruised.

Tears were already starting to burn at the corners of their eyes as their mouth formed the familiar mantra- “Pl-please no - don…don’t - I’m sorry! I’m sorry-”

Whumper hummed, eyes burning at Whumpee’s skin as they scanned their face. The sensation prickled through them, raising goosebumps and shuddering at their muscles as they melted down and away from the scrutiny. Soft fingers brushed under their chin, curling to force shimmering eyes back up. 

“I don’t think that’s going to work this time, sweetheart.”

Forgettable

Pairing: Karl x Reader

Warning: Uncomfortable reader, Implied threat

Prompt Credit

If this EVER looks funky or glitches, here's a link to it on Ao3.

“Karl,” you beg, tears threatening to spill. “Please, can we talk about this? Talk about what’s been going on? Like your trips or even the general day to day stuff. Here, I'll start.

“So today I saw Sam outside of the prison.” Shuddering at the memory, you try to continue, yet Sam’s icy cold eyes still haunted you, making it so hard to talk. “He really scared me. Since the prison was made, he seems to have changed so much. Before he was so nice and friendly an-and welcoming. Karl, I was so scared. Sam seemed so threatening. Did I ever tell you what Sam told me on that day? When we last went out together? He told me- He told me-” Hugging yourself for comfort, you look towards Karl. Looking at him directly and talking was hard, but you needed strength now. Some comfort from him.

But he wasn’t even paying attention. He was spaced out, wearing the thousand yard stare. “Karl? Hey, Karl!” You try to grab his attention, snapping your fingers in front of his eyes.

With a startle, he comes back to reality rapidly blinking and looking around. “Oh sorry about that,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “What were you saying?”

“Nothing,” you grumble, shaking your head. “It was really nothing.”

“No it had to be something,” Karl follows as you walk away. “Come on, you can tell me. It was about Sam, right? What’d Sam say?”

Holding back your frustrations, you whirling around. “No,” you reiterate, tears falling. “It’s fine. Just forget it. Just like you forget everything else. Everyone else. Karl, do you even remember your fiances? Quackity and Sapnap? Do you even remember me?”

Lost, Karl looks anywhere but at you to find an answer. The pressure was getting to him. You felt bad, but your curiosity and emotions got ahead of you.

I hope this note finds you before I do

Logan

           “You can certainly TRY, but JJ’s my boy. You lay a finger on his head, just remember, 

From: underthedesknews (YouTube)

The Pentagon has stated to the Vatican that the U.S. Military can take any action it wants, anywhere, anytime. Then, they reminded the Vatican of the most recent successful action taken by a French king, in the 14th century, to assassinate the Pope. The Vatican promptly canceled all 250th American anniversary visits scheduled for Pope Leo (who is, himself, an American).

*Squinting eyes and low chittering.*