#mmmmmboy

         ☾                     she’d had a craving for nutty buddy’s and, shockingly, there had been NONE in the house. she couldn’t have been gone for longer than thirty minutes, having decided to walk the extra block or so to her favorite bodega. they had a killer pasta salad and she decided it was important to stock up on that as well. headphones jammed into her ears, the world had disappeared for katherine. 

                when she returned, her keys had barely been pulled free from her pocket when an arm wrapped around her shoulders and cool metal pressed into her back. the pressure pulled free the headphones and the silence was STARTLING. a noise of distress escaped the brunette, bag from her trip falling free from her grip as hands lifted to desperately claw at the intruding arm.    ❛                       BECK !!   ❜   the male behind her uses her weight to force the door open and she’s squirming desperately as she tries to break free of the grip, but the harder she fights the more pressure he places against her throat. 

            eyes widen at the sight of beck-- there’s a man TIED to a chair and there’s a gun in his hand. had she done this?  the gruff voice of the man behind her sends a shiver down her spine and an involuntary whimper escapes her. her head is swimming with with awful ideas of what was to happen and how this could happen. the gun he holds jams into her spine and she lets out a yelp, jolting her back to the crisis at hand. he’s asking her something. he wants something. he’s IMPATIENT and kat isn’t helping.     ❛   i don’t           ❜    another yelp, though this of fear as he snarls.    ❛   i never took anything from my f-father! i don’t HAVE what you’re looking for!  ❜   this, though, only seems to piss him off more. 

this ask taking everything i love and using it against me:

i have to accept that schoolwork is simply not getting done tonight and figuring out additional extensions is a problem for tomorrow me 

(submitted by @actually-i-prefer-magneto)

Fenrir had not been expecting to find Erik like this. But fuck if it didn’t do things to him. From the way his fingers so softly balanced a cigarette with smoke curling up around it, to that damn fine chest on display, robe still on but leaving enough to get Fenrir interested fast.