#and 2) Kevin in an open shirt look

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@kittkatattacks asked for Aaron and Kevin as Herbert West and Dan Cain in Re-Animator - and honestly I can’t help but agree with anyone putting Aaron in a mad scientist or adjacent role. For the love of god just let this man stay in medical school or he WILL lose it

Get a sketch request on kofi 💕

(plus a tiny sticky note doodle of this movie poster bc I couldn’t help myself lmao)

[cheynovak]

Complicated

Characters: Soldier boy x Y/N Female character     

Summary: Y/N, a young personal assistant to Soldier Boy (Ben) and Crimson Countess, is caught in a whirlwind of events that shatter her sense of stability. After accidentally witnessing an intimate moment between Ben, Crimson, and another woman, she’s left shaken and unsure how to process it. The following day, Crimson casually invites her to join them, which only adds to Y/N's confusion.

Warnings: 18+ Threesome, cheating, smut

English is not my first language 

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

part 2/?

I drove back to my office, not knowing where else to go. My, our apartment was no longer a refuge—it was tainted, just like everything else. The small couch in my workspace was uncomfortable, but it was better than facing the wreckage of my life back home. I curled up on it, hugging a pillow, tears silently streaming down my face. I had never felt so alone.

Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted in and out of a fitful sleep, crying even in my dreams. Every now and then, I'd wake up to the sound of my own quiet sobs, the weight of everything pressing down on me.

At some point in the night, I felt something, someone, touching my hair. I stirred, disoriented and groggy. For a split second, I thought maybe it was a dream, but then I saw him.

Kevin.

He was standing there, his hand gently stroking my hair as if he had every right to be there, as if nothing had happened. The sight of him sent a surge of anger and panic through me, and I bolted upright, screaming.

"Get out! Leave! Now!"

Kevin looked shocked, he tried to calm me down while I kept yelling, he was telling me all the things he thought I wanted to hear, pretending this was the first time he cheated but that was a lie, I knew it deep down.

Then I heard a deep, calm voice from behind me.

"Is there a problem here?"

I turned, and there he was, Soldier Boy. My screaming must have been so loud he heard it at the top floor where his penthouse was. Or he's just happened to walk by.

His imposing figure stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression hard. His eyes shifted between Kevin and me, quickly assessing the situation. He must've noticed my red, tear-streaked face because his gaze darkened, and I could see the tension ripple through him.

Kevin opened his mouth, likely to make some excuse or explanation, but Ben cut him off with a single, cold command.

"Leave."

The word hung in the air like a threat, and Kevin hesitated for only a second before backing down. He gave me one last guilty look before slipping out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

I was still sitting on the couch, my body tense, my mind reeling from everything that had just happened. Ben stayed standing for a moment, watching me. He wasn’t smiling, his usual cocky, teasing attitude gone. Instead, his expression was unreadable, almost concerned.

After a long pause, he walked over and sat down beside me on the couch. He didn’t say anything right away. The room was so quiet I could hear my own ragged breathing.

For the first time since everything had gone so wrong, I didn’t feel like I was drowning. His presence, solid and calm, was grounding me in a way I didn’t expect.

As I sat there, tears still rolling down my cheeks, Ben shifted slightly beside me. Before I could react, he pulled me into his arms. My body tensed at first, but then I melted into the warmth of his chest, my cheek pressing against the firm muscle beneath his shirt. The quiet hum of his heartbeat was the only thing I could focus on as the sobs came again, uncontrollable and raw.

I didn’t hold back this time. I blurred out everything, the pain, the humiliation, the betrayal. "He cheated on me," I choked out between sobs, "and I was so stupid… I really thought he loved me." My voice cracked on the last word, and fresh tears poured down.

Ben didn’t say a word. He didn’t offer any comforting reassurances or tell me everything would be okay. He just sat there, letting me cry, holding me like he had no idea what to do but felt obligated to be there.

His arms weren’t tight around me, just loosely draped as if he were holding something fragile he didn’t really want to break but didn’t quite know how to handle. It was awkward in a way, like he didn’t want to get too close, but he didn’t want to pull away either.

For some reason, that made it worse. I felt small in his arms, insignificant, like this whole emotional outburst was just another inconvenience for him. I shouldn’t have cared, but it made me feel even more broken. My chest ached, my throat raw from crying, and I didn’t know what to say, so I mumbled the only thing I could think of.

“I’m sorry…”

I pulled back just slightly, enough to look up at him, my face still wet with tears. His expression was unreadable, his eyes dark, intense, watching me with something I couldn’t quite place. Before I could process it, before I could even think, his hand gripped my chin firmly, and suddenly, his lips were on mine.

It wasn’t soft, or tender, it was forceful, rough, a kiss that left no room for doubt or hesitation. My body froze in shock, my mind going blank as I registered what was happening. This wasn’t what I needed. This wasn’t what I had asked for.

I almost leaned into it, almost let myself fall into the moment, but something inside me snapped back to reality. My hands instinctively pressed against his chest, pushing him away, breaking the kiss.

I pulled back, wide-eyed, breathless, and completely overwhelmed. I stared at him, my mind racing, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Ben’s gaze was still locked on me, his breathing steady, but there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes something dark and unrepentant.

I didn’t know what to say. My mind screamed at me to leave, to run, but I was frozen in place, caught between fear, confusion, and the weight of everything that had happened.

Without thinking twice, my anger toward Kevin surged like a wave, and before I could stop myself, I crashed my lips back against his. The heat between us ignited quickly, our tongues battling for control, the intensity of it all erasing any hesitation I had just moments ago. It wasn’t about passion, it was about drowning out the hurt, the betrayal.

For a minute or two, we were lost in that raw, reckless kiss.

Then Ben pulled back, a glint in his eyes as he grinned, still holding my hand. “Let’s get you some revenge,” he said, his voice low and filled with something dark.

My breath hitched as he tugged me to my feet, leading me toward the elevator. My mind spun, still trying to catch up with what was happening, but part of me—part of me wanted this, needed this.

The idea of payback, of forgetting Kevin, made me follow without question. A night with Soldier boy was something a lot of women would sell their soul for.

When the elevator doors opened into his penthouse, I was hit with a rush of nerves, a gnawing feeling deep in my gut. The space was grand, just as I’d expect from Soldier Boy, but what made my stomach drop was who was waiting for us.

Crimson Countess.

She stood by the window, dressed in something slinky and red, her lips curling into a wicked smile when she saw us enter. "Well, you brought company." The knowing look in her eyes made it clear she knew exactly what was happening, what Ben had brought me here for.

My heart raced as realization hit me like a brick. This wasn’t just about me and Ben. His intentions became clear.

“Oh no, I… I’ve never done anything like this,” I stammered, feeling completely out of my depth, my skin tingling with a mix of fear and something I didn’t want to admit.

Ben didn’t miss a beat. He sat on the bed, leaning back casually, watching me with that same confident, predatory gleam in his eyes. Crimson stepped up behind me, close enough that I could feel her breath on my neck.

“That’s okay,” Ben murmured, his voice low, coaxing. “She’ll teach you anything you want. We can take it slow.”

I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. Everything about this felt wrong and right all at once, the pull of anger and the need to numb my pain warring inside me.

I had never been in a situation like this, never imagined myself here, but the bitterness I felt toward Kevin and the desire to hurt him the way he’d hurt me clouded my judgment.

Crimson’s soft voice whispered behind me. " This will be fun." Ben added “Don’t you want payback on, what’s-his-name?”

“Kevin,” I muttered, my voice shaky. My breath hitched as she lightly ran her fingers down my arm.

Ben smiled, his eyes gleaming as he leaned forward on the bed. “Right. And what better revenge than spending a night with not just one, but two superior beings?”

My pulse raced, my body caught between fear and something I didn’t want to admit. The temptation to get back at Kevin was so strong, the anger still boiling inside me. The words danced in my mind—payback, revenge, forgetting the pain—and I was so close to giving in.

Ben's eyes were locked on me, challenging me. Crimson’s hands lightly brushed my shoulders, her touch warm, inviting.

But was this really the kind of revenge I wanted?

--

The answer was yes.

I gave in to the pull of revenge, the need to drown out the hurt Kevin had caused me. Ben kept his word, taking it slow, easing me into a world I had never imagined I’d be part of. I had a little to drink first, and another, just enough to blur the sharp edges of my anxiety.

Crimson made the first move, her touch soft but confident. Ben just sat there, relaxed, watching me as I explored the sensation of another woman’s body for the first time.

Crimson was clear about what she liked, guiding me with a kind of experienced patience that made it easier for me to follow. I couldn’t say I truly enjoyed it, it was more surreal than anything. But my body responded, either to her touch or to the way Ben’s gaze burned into me as he watched, his eyes following every movement, every reaction I had, playing with himself while smoking a blunt.

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the way he looked at me, but after a while, I found myself giving in. When Crimson brought me to my first orgasm, my mind clouded with the strange mix of guilt and release. She smiled, satisfied with herself, and then leaned back, her voice sultry as she said, “I want to try something else, I'll be right back."

I was still lying on my back, catching my breath, my mind spinning in ways I couldn’t control. I looked up at Ben, feeling more exposed than ever under his intense stare.

Without hesitation, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up, straddling him in a swift motion that made my heart race. His hands slid over my naked form, fingers brushing my skin in a way that made me shiver despite myself.

"I thought you were a little nun," he teased, his voice low and teasing, his lips hovering near my ear. "A virgin waiting till her wedding night."

I bit my lip, my mind a mess of thoughts and emotions. The guilt, the anger, the desire to forget—it all mixed together until I couldn’t tell one feeling from another.

Ben's lips brushed my ear again, his voice even lower this time, dripping with confidence. "You need a man to really enjoy it, don’t you?"

I nodded quickly, too overwhelmed to speak. His grip tightened on my hips, and for a second, I felt like I was teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something I couldn’t come back from.

Ben’s hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding me with deliberate slowness until I felt him pressing against me. In his hand he didn't seemed all too big, but brushing against me made me beg to differ.

Just an inch, and I gasped, my head falling back as a rush of sensation overwhelmed me. He was big, too big. My body tensed, trying to adjust to the feeling, but even through the discomfort, there was something undeniably intoxicating about it.

I could feel his eyes on me, the heat of his gaze as he studied my every reaction. His hands never let go of my hips, controlling my movements as he slowly pushed deeper, inch by inch. I tried to stay focused, my breathing ragged as my body started to respond in ways I wasn’t expecting.

My face was close to his now, my hands resting on his broad neck near his hair for balance, finger tugging at his hair. I could hear his breathing, steady but deep, as he helped me move up and down, guiding me to take him deeper, bit by bit.

The sensation was overwhelming, my mind a blur of thoughts and sensations. I couldn’t think about anything else, not Kevin, not the mess my life had become, just the way my body was reacting, the way Ben’s hands felt on me, the way he filled me. It was too much, and not enough all at once.

As I moved on him, Ben’s voice was a low, sultry murmur, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s it, just like that,” he encouraged, his breath warm against my ear. “Feel how good this is? You’re doing amazing.”

He shifted slightly, guiding my hips. “You’re so tight… just let go and let me take you there.”

I could feel his hands tightening on my waist as he thrust deeper. “You like that, don’t you? You were made for me.” His eyes locked onto mine, filled with an intensity that made me blush.

Ben’s voice was low and commanding as he talked, guiding my movements with an intensity that made my heart race. I caught a glimpse of his eyes flicking to something behind me—probably Crimson returning—but his attention remained solely on me. He was in control, and I was swept along for the ride, unable to dictate the speed or the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Just focus on me. Let me show you how good it can feel.”

Each word dripped with a mix of dominance and allure, making it impossible for me to resist. “I want to see you fall apart, to feel every inch of me,” he growled, urging me on as I lost myself in the moment.

As pleasure built, he leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re perfect like this. Just let it take over.” And when I finally reached that edge, he whispered, “That’s it… let go for me.”

With each deep thrust, I felt myself teetering on the edge, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. I lost track of time as pleasure built, wave after wave crashing over me until I finally tipped over the edge, spiraling into a blissful release. It hit me again and again, each pulse sending me higher, until finally, I felt him reach his own climax, his breath ragged against my skin.

As the aftershocks settled, I glanced at Crimson. She wore a look that suggested she wasn’t entirely pleased, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I was too worn out, my body buzzing with the remnants of ecstasy.

Eventually, I found a comfortable position on Ben's left side, feeling the warmth of his body next to me. Crimson settled on his right, and the exhaustion washed over me, pulling me into a deep sleep. In that moment, I let go of everything—the hurt, the betrayal—and surrendered to the darkness.

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Math Nerd AU

I’ve got quite a few time travel AFTG fics banging around in my head but by far the funniest one is this:

Neil dies in 40s to a drunk driver after a respectable professional Exy career, two olympic golds, a very successful and healthy relationship, a steady post-injury career as Ichirou Moriyama’s preferred accountant (kept himself squeaky clean) and years to get his shit together. He wakes up back early on into his runaway life with his mom and is immediately like “oh no I’m NOT doing this shit again.”

He makes a lot of changes, mostly for Andrew’s benefit but also gets Mary to the Hatfords, and gets himself set up in Ichirou’s confidence again because man he’s gonna play Exy again but Ichirou was actually a very solid boss if you’re competent and Neil is very good at managing finances.

Ichirou had plans for Neil. He’s waiting for his father to pass before he brings Neil fully out in the open as one of his since his father is still demanding that the Wesninski heir be given over to his brother and Ichirou is not about to let the only accountant who has ever gotten him a completely legal tax refund go to the NEST. He’s also not about to let the Butcher near Neil so he puts Neil off in the middle of nowhere with a steady paycheck and orders to graduate highschool. Neil picks Millport.

Hernandez still notices that no one ever comes to Neil’s games and that the kid is driven but doesn’t make any real attachments with his teammates despite Millport becoming the Arizona State Champs the year Neil leads the team. So he sends tapes to Wymack and Kevin. Neil is surprised to see them since he’d planned on never getting anywhere near Andrew after he set things up for the blond. (Killed Drake, paid some people to legally adopt and look after Andrew, got CPS to investigate Tilda properly, paid off the right people so that the couple who took in Andrew took in Aaron too, and paid for them to move out to SC (it’s close to the twins remaining family) and then Tilda managed to die on her own from an OD and the twins got the money without Andrew needing to have any part in it.)

Neil ends up signing for the Foxes despite Ichirou having plans for Neil to start attending University of Texas (Great Accounting Program) in the fall. Neil of course completely fails to tell Ichirou this since Ichirou hadn’t said anything beyond finishing highschool and if he had plans for Neil then he should have told him.

Neil, the utterly self-sufficient adult that he is, proceeds to just be the most bizarre stabilizing force the foxes have ever encountered. He knows all about their shit, their issues, their triggers, and how to help them. The Foxes all kind of crave that stability and Neil can take whatever they say unflinchingly. He’ll give as good as he gets but he also makes team breakfast pretty much every morning after he finishes his absurdly early run. Kevin is in heaven with his Striker pick (Neil in this thing is so incredibly boring and well-adjusted that Andrew just cannot believe that he’s a spy so Kevin and Neil start night practices almost immediately & Neil shows Kevin drills that he and Future!Kevin had made and Kevin is just like “I am so good at picking talent. I am a god.”)

The 3 things that make this so funny (at least to me) is:

1. All the Foxes just like not understanding why the hell Neil is a Fox (They’re glad he’s there but it feels like a clerical error that such a nice well-adjusted guy is on the team) until they see him without a shirt and until immediately after the Kathy Ferdinand show where Ichirou shows up and is like “Palmetto doesn’t even have a nationally ranked accounting program!? Also what if this sport gives you a TBI and you can’t do my taxes anymore????”

2. Andrew is just inexplicably and infuriatingly smitten, enamored, crushing, heart-eyes for this BORING ASS MATH NERD. Neil’s sense of humor was honed against Andrew so he’s got like a direct line to Andrew’s funny bone. He never has never once for even a second confused Aaron and Andrew (and they’re a lot closer in this fic because there’s no Tilda angst and the ‘parents’ handled getting Aaron’s rehabilitation handled off the books so he could have a future in medicine.) Even after the whole mob accountant reveal Andrew is seething because even with that Neil is just incredibly well-adjusted and normal despite all the insane shit going on with him. He propositions Neil when Neil mentions having a past male significant other but Neil has the AUDACITY to get all sad-eyed and say that he can’t be with Andrew because his heart still belongs to some CHUMP in his past. (Cue Current!Andrew having an unknowing bitter hatred / rivalry of Future!Andrew and swearing that he’ll woo Neil away from a guy who’s probably in the mob or shitty because Andrew hasn’t seen any evidence of Neil’s SO reaching out to him but he knows Neil isn’t lying)

3. One of the reasons that Andrew is inexplicably and infuriatingly attracted / smitten to Neil is that Future!Andrew did not really spend a lot of time in the future after Neil died and he’s slowly seeping through until Neil’s confrontation with his dad and then Future!Andrew fully wakes up and he’s PISSED because at least in the original timeline Andrew was inexplicably and infuriatingly attracted to the mysterious freshmen who was hiding his appearance, looked like he was seconds away from running across the country at all times, and had a whole aura of danger around him. Now he’s revealed that he’d have fallen for Neil no matter what because he fell for Neil when he was just a BORING ASS MATH NERD and WORST OF ALL Neil went and made him jealous of HIMSELF because Neil didn’t want to cheat on Andrew with ANDREW. What an asshole. He’s gotta kiss his entire face off and tell him that he’s never allowed to cross a street without Andrew again because if a drunk driver is going to take one of them out then it’s going to take BOTH of them out.

[ninyard]

Darling as much as i support you going crazy over those fbi octonary characters I'm going to need more kevillison headcanons ok? Thanks

my gift to you:

- I mentioned before that they go to the banquets together post-TKM. Did I mention they match their outfits? Allison in a gorgeous long emerald green dress and Kevin with a green tie and handkerchief. The only colour that they don’t match is the one time Allison decides to wear a red dress - Kevin refuses to wear red with his suits, even if it’s on top of a white shirt instead of a black one.

- When it comes to hooking up, they have no shame around each other AT ALL. They have that kind of relationship, and they’re so on the same page about the FWB situation, that there’s literally nothing they won’t do or try with each other just for the sake of it. Worst one was when Allison was curious what it would be like if he spoke French to her. She INSTANTLY got the ick and had to stop. (Best one was sitting on opposite ends of the room and-)

- There’s a thousand different pics on several of the foxes phones of Kevin 1) carrying Allison because she got too lazy to walk 2) carrying Allison’s heels because they were hurting her feet and 3) wearing no jacket because he gave it Allison when she got cold.

- One time Kevin asks Allison to coverup his tattoo with makeup. He stares at his unmarked skin for so long before he has to ask her to take it off. He hasn’t seen his face without something on it since he was a kid.

- They’ve been each others new years kiss two years in a row. They’ve both promised it won’t happen again but. When the countdown starts and they’re standing next to each other? What ELSE are they supposed to do?

- (Most of the foxes pretend not to know that they’re hooking up. But they all know.)

- Allison is one of the only (if not the only) fox outside of Andrew or Neil that has ever actually asked him exactly what happened when he broke his hand. And not “oh Riko kicked it until it stopped working the end”. She asks him to talk her through the day, while tracing over the scars on the back of his hand. Kevin tells her too much (in his opinion) but she listens to every detail. She asks him about Jean, about the drive to find David, about the healing process afterwards. He hardly looks at her at all when he talks about it, but he doesn’t feel uncomfortable sharing it with her.

- She’s talked him through a panic attack once or twice.

- When Kevin starts getting into hobbies outside of Exy, and tries his hand at photography, she is ALWAYS willing to model for him. Granted, he mostly just takes photos of mundane life and beautiful things, not staged photo shoots, but she will never, ever tell him not to take a photo of her. Yes mostly because she loves photos of herself, but she also sees how his face lights up when he takes a nice one, and she loves seeing him passionate about something other than Exy.

- This is an actual picture of them. got sent it via the interdimensional portal I opened.

[percervall]

Mamma mia, here I go again {pt2}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption and one night stands, Mark being a tease and a flirt, discussions surrounding pregnancy Word count: 1.2k Taglist: @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @vellicora

Part 2 of the Mamma Mia series

By the time evening rolls around, you’re exhausted. You somehow managed to make it through the rest of the day without losing your job or murdering George since he was smart enough to stay away from you. A few of the screenshots had made their way to you, and if it wasn’t you they were gossiping about, it would’ve been funny. Dressed in a pair of sweat shorts and a baggy T-shirt, you fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling until a knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. Sighing, you get up to open it.

“You’re the first one, come on in,” you say, stepping aside to let Lewis in. 

“Got you some sweet treats,” he replies, handing you a box that smells divine. It has your stomach growling with the realisation you skipped dinner. 

“Thanks,” you offer, feeling touched he went out of his way to get this for you. You place the box on the desk, taking the lid off to peruse the selection of baked goods. 

“So Kevin knows, huh?” Lewis asks as he takes a seat on one of the chairs. 

“Sort of?” you say through a mouthful of muffin. Before you can answer any more of his questions another knock sounds. Opening it, you’re greeted by a grinning Mark Webber.

“Oh sweetheart if you wanted a mouthful, all you had to do was ask,” he says instead of a hello. You roll your eyes as you swallow.

“You’re such a filthy man, get your mind out of the gutter.” 

“Baby, you love me filthy.” You groan at his comeback and wave him through. You can hear him exchange pleasantries with Lewis behind you while you wait in the door opening when you spot Kevin making it out of the lift. 

“Promise me no punching. I will explain everything, but please…” you warn him when he’s in front of you. You can see the muscle in his jaw tick when he hears two male voices coming from inside the room but he nods before walking inside. You close the door behind him and lean against it. 

“And to think I have to have this conversation sober..” you mumble. Taking a deep breath, you walk back into your hotel room where you find Kevin on the other chair next to Lewis and Mark on the desk chair. 

“Okay,” you sigh as you sit down cross legged on the bed, “Before I explain why all three of you are here, I need you all to refrain from making comments. Whatever derogatory term you’re thinking, know that my self-worth has already called me all of them.” You look up at all of them, seeing very mixed reactions. Kevin looks apprehensive but nods, Lewis gives you a soft smile while Mark just smirks. 

“So,” you start, picking at a loose thread on your shorts, “After Spa a couple of things happened. Kevin and I had an argument about my loyalties with regards to our… situationship.. So instead of celebrating my team getting a podium, I was drowning my sorrows in the hotel bar where Lewis found me, which led to flirting, and kissing and… And to me sleeping with him. Oh Jesus.. I was still so angry at Kevin for some of the things he said and so when I bumped into Mark in the hotel lobby the next day, I just.. I guess I fell back into old habits? Sadly for me, Mark is my worst habit and I swore I had given you up when you walked out on me in 2013 but my pussy is a traitor, what can I say?” You take another deep breath and find the courage to look up. “And then later that same day Kevin and I talked things through, put all the cards on the table. We decided to give us another go and celebrated accordingly, even though we then decided to call it quits at the end of the summer break. So yeah, one of you is the father and I have no idea who, but none of that matters anyway because I am not keeping it.” They’re all quiet for a moment as they take in this information. The three men share a look that you can’t place.

“Why don’t you want to keep the baby?” Kevin asks you, and you see the hurt in his eyes. One of the reasons you decided to call it quits was your vastly different timelines for starting a family; Kevin wanted nothing more than to be a father but you didn’t want to put your career on hold just yet despite knowing that at 33 time was starting to run out. 

“Being a single mum is hard enough, but being a single mum in this industry? With all the travelling? And then the financial responsibility.. I can’t in good conscience bring a child into this world knowing I can’t give them what they deserve.” 

“What if you didn’t have to do it alone?” Lewis asks, leaning forward. You scoff at that. 

“I’m being serious, My. What if?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe? But who’d date a woman who has turned her life into the plot of a Mamma Mia prequel?” 

“I would,” Lewis, Kevin, and Mark manage to say as one. 

“What?” You’re pretty sure the exhaustion is playing tricks on you and you mistook their answers.

“Sweetheart, we are all smitten with you. Who wouldn’t be? You’re smart, funny. Sexy,” Mark adds with a wiggle of his eyebrows that has you rolling your eyes.

“So, what? We’re gonna play house together?” You are genuinely so confused. How is this ever going to work out? Surely you can’t date three men at once, that’s ridiculous.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘play house’,” Lewis says, looking at Kevin and Mark, “but yeah. Let us prove to you that we can make this work.” 

“You’re all insane. When this gets out -because it is when, not if- the media is gonna have a field day. I can only imagine the headlines, “Paddock whore slept her way to the top”. Yeah, no. No way,” you scramble, panic rising in your throat. 

“Fuck what the media says. Nine out of ten times it’s bullshit anyway,” Mark says. 

“Leave all of that out of the equation. Would three men taking you on dates really be the worst thing?” Kevin asks you. You groan and bury your face in your hands. You know the answer to this, you know they know you know the answer to this. 

“I guess not..” you mutter.

“So let us woo you. Give us two months and if by the end of it you genuinely don’t feel a spark, no hard feelings,” Mark offers, leaning forward.

“Yeah, you can still decide then whether you want to keep the baby,” Kevin adds. You mull this over as you fidget with the hem of your T-shirt. Two months would give you until the end of the season to decide, but it would also mean having to continue with this pregnancy that you’re still unsure of is a good idea. 

“One month. And I will cancel the appointment.” 

“Deal,” they once again say in unison. The only thing going through your head is oh God, what have I done? 

Yeah, Kevin is going through it rn, poor man

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[deeppenguinstudent]

One splash. Two splashes. Three splashes.

The tiles were stained with red as Jean's beautiful, half rotted corspe mocks Kevin with a smile. A retching gallery of lacerations is displayed on his skin as blood gushed out, spilling on the ground.

Kevin felt the warmth of his gore, one akin to ichor flooding against his legs. He lost his footing as vertigo hit; the world was spinning, and he could hear Jean's laughs turn into pained sobs before it morphed into screams of agony. As he pressed his hands to his ears to drown out Jean's shrieks, it abruptly halted.

Kevin looked up and was greeted with the sight of an empty void, save for the ever rising level of blood around him.

He thrashed around when he stood up, advancing further into the endless abyss. It got deeper as he progressed, leaving his stomach in twisted knots; was Jean beneath the blood? Kevin moved faster.

Jean couldn't swim. Kevin's heart leeped at this prospect as he splashed around to find his absent friend.

"Jean!" Kevin cried out as he struggled to stay afloat, "Where are you?"

Something grabbed Kevin's leg as he was pulled. A monster with an animalistic grip clawed at his leg as he felt his own blood join the sea of Jean's. He couldn't breathe as darkness swallowed him whole, his lungs collapsing in on itself as he struggled to be freed from his captor.

Colliding against hard concrete, Kevin let out a yelp in harrowing pain.

Jean peered down at his curled up form. He tilted his upturned head before kissing the tip of Kevin's nose gently. He pulled back, and blood once again ruined his perfectly unblemished face with nauseating bruises and an incomprehensible amount of cuts.

Jean still smiled at him.

His eyes twinkled as Kevin sat upright and clutched the side of his face unforgiving. Tears cascaded down Kevin's face like waves at the edge of the beach. Jean stared at him like he was light transcended down from the heavens itself; bathing Jean with unruly promises of a future that Kevin had run away from and never looked back.

Jean clasped his hands around Kevin's before bringing it down to his shirt. Gently, he guided Kevin's hands against the buttons before invigorating him to take it off. Kevin complied as his fingers trembled in compunction. He had already denied Jean the sweet salvation of death; the least he could do was be compliant with the man's demands.

Two hands from behind Jean scratched bloody lines down from his eyes as scars materialised onto Jean's torso.

"Please, Kevin," Jean weeped, choking on the hands that now wrapped around his throat, "Stop them. You have to help me, Kev!"

"Who's hurting you? Tell me, Jean. I can't help you if I don't know!" Kevin tried to pry off the relentless hands, but it was to no avail. He was too weak to protect Jean; he always had been.

The shrill of Jean's laugh rooted Kevin to his core as the hands scratched the entrails out of Jean's throat.

"I think you already know the answer."

Kevin glanced down to his quivering hands that were mottled with scarlet. His left hand was smashed beyond recognition while his right possessed a dilipidated begrimed knife. Jean was now splayed beneath Kevin, gazing pensively at him while Kevin heaved for oxygen.

"Just fucking finish the job, number 2," Jean's voice blended with Riko's - a voice he was so sure he would never utter another sound again. He felt hands cover his right hand, plunging directly to Jean's heart.

Again and again and again.

Jean's expression of pure betrayal was the last thing he saw before the world turned black.

Coming to himself in pieces, Kevin woke up on a green couch that was cramped up with thousands of miscellaneous items surrounding it. His throat was parched, and his body excruciatingly sore, but he didn't care. Clutching against his chest, Kevin could feel his heart beating erratically choke on air.

There was no time for hesitation or sensible actions; Kevin needed to see Jean, or he was going to tear the damned walls off this place.

He opened the door to Jean and Jeremy's shared room before he managed to suspire a sigh of relief. Jean was still there. Kevin could see the rise and fall of his chest as he snored noiselessly in the tranquil of the night. He edged closer before he sat on the floor beside Jean's bed.

He would leave before Jean woke up, Kevin told himself. He just needed a moment or three to discern himself from that wretched dream and ground himself back to reality.

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

⭐️senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM!Reader

Chapter 1 here

Chapter summery: you deal with Henry and his wounds. As the night grows later, the heart grows fonder.

Word count: 3,015

Estimated read time: 14 min

A/N: please read my important update on my page if you haven’t already

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Chapter 6

I won’t tell if you won’t

You get to the house gate and gently open it before ushering Henry to walk to the front door while you lock the gate. After a second of locking you jog over and meet him on the porch.

“Kevin is asleep, so keep your fucking mouth shut till I say so” you remark as you put your hand on the handle.

“Why? Don’t want your boyfriend to see you with another guy” Henry growled.

“I’m not even responding to that bullshit anymore dude.”You roll your eyes and take his hand again before opening the door. Henry follows you inside and you drag him up the stairs quietly. Once in your room you shut the door and take a towel from the hamper and shove it against the bottom part of your door to keep your voices from carrying.

“Sit down while I get everything.” You say kindly.

“Fuck you. Why did you even bring me up here?” You can see even as he speaks with hatred he’s still shaking. You hated to say it but as much as he was annoying you, you felt bad for him.

“Can you just fucking cooperate for 2 fucking seconds, Henry?” As you snap at him, killer stirs from his slumber on the bed. He growls lowly at Henry. You snap your fingers while your back is turned to the 2 of them and killer immediately softens. You pick up everything Kevin got you from the pharmacy. In retrospect you are kinda glad you were there for the fight. Otherwise you wouldn’t have had everything you needed to fix him up. You drop everything onto the bed and stand before Henry as he sits on the edge of the bed.

You look at him expectantly but he just glares at you.

“If I ask you to do something will you do it or will I have to do it myself?” You ask. You become aware of the fact you feel completely exposed. You are only in shorts and a short sleeve big shirt. Your tattoo is on full display. Your arm is on full display.

Henry grunts and you take that as a, “no I won't be helpful for 2 seconds so you can do something nice, even though I literally beat the tar out of you”

You reach out to him and he flinches. You still, then try again but slower. You take your robe off his shoulders and drop it to the floor beside the bed. You have to ask him to do something you really don’t want to. You have to ask him for something you know he will fight you on.

“Henry,” you state and his eyes don’t falter from yours. “I need you to take off your shirt” again without removing his eyes from yours in a steady glare he says.

“Fuck. You.”

You click your tongue. “Tu padre.” You snap back. “Either you take it off or I will. !” You just need him to stop being so fucking difficult.

Finally. His eyes move from yours to the floor as he stands. He turns around slowly and begins to shake harder. Is he scared? Embarrassed? What’s wrong? You find out what's wrong as he lifts up his shirt with his back turned to you. He’s covered in scars. Fresh cuts litter his skin along with bruises. Some look years old, some weeks, and some not even an hour ago. Long discolored marks across his back stand out against his tan skin.

He has a fresh(ish) cigarette burn on his back, maybe from a day ago? Who cares when it was from? It still looked painful. You pick up the Bactine spray and the cotton pads. You place a flat palm to the unharmed part of his back and he flinches. He’s still shaking like crazy. His skin is so warm and he smells like cigarettes, rain, and fire. You love the smell. If you could put it in a candle you would.

“This is gonna sting like a bitch.” You warn softly and he nods.

“Just fucking get it over with.”

So you do. You take the spray and do 1 spray on each individual cut and burn including the one on his neck (which was a little harder to get because he’s so much taller than you, and he was doing you no favors). Once you sprayed them you cleaned them with the cotton pads and covered them with bandages. Once you finish the cuts you lean down beside him to grab the bruise cream. You swear, that out of the corner of your eye, you say Henry bowers with tears on his face. You make no comment, you put the cream on your fingers and rub it into the bruises. New or old. You didn’t care, you wanted to help him heal faster.

“Henry…” you say as gently as possible. “Turn around.”

You could see from his back that there was bruising on his ribs and you needed to not only apply medicine but also make sure nothing was broken.

“No.”

“Henry please. Your ribs could be broken just turn around.”

“I said. Fuck. No.”

“He-“ you were cut off by his arm coming back to hit you. You tried to grab it and it caused a struggle. Eventually after some fighting you flipped Henry around and pinned him to your bed. You didn’t want to hurt him but you didn’t know what to do. You sat on his hips and released his arms. They immediately went to hide his face. You pick the cream back up and gently rub it in. After you finish you gently press 2 fingers around the bruise.

“Does it hurt here?”

“No..”

“How about here”

“…” no reply, you guess that means a little. You press one more time to the darkest part of the bruise and ask again.

“Here?”

He hissed in pain as a reply. He has 1 broken rib and you think 2 bruised ribs.

“You have a broken rib and a couple bruised ones, if you ice them and don’t terrorize people for a few weeks you should be fine. No need for a hospital.”

He scoffs at you and pushes you off him. He stands to put his shirt back on. Wincing as he reached down then put his arms above his head to get it back on.

“Sorry about throwing dirt at you.” You snort. He didn’t seem to find it as funny as he sat back down on the bed beside Killer who was out like a light again .

“If you want I can turn on a movie and you can leave when you feel better?”

“I don’t want your fuckin pity.” He hissed.

“It’s not pity, it’s worry. And judging by the fact you ran into my shed, I’d say you don’t have anywhere else to go. Why not put up with me for a few hours until you feel better?” god talking to him was infuriating.

He didn’t reply to your comment, he just looked at your tattoo.

“When’d ya get that?”

“2 years ago”

“Why do you hide it at school?”

“The people in this town are major fuckin judge boats and I don’t need anyone having an opinion on something that is special to me” you deadpan.

He snorts “you got that fuckin right.” He agrees. He looks over to killer on the bed and questions, “what kind of a fuckin name is killer?”

You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of this situation. Henry Bowers, on your bed, asking about your weird ass dog.

You tell him the story and notice he’s shaking a little less. “When I was like 8 I told Kevin while he was babysitting me and Issac that if I ever had a big scary dog, I’d name it killer because I think it’s a cute name and everyone else would find it soooo scary” you mock yourself. “So when Kev got him for me a year ago he just named him that.”

He thinks for a second, smiling a little at the story.

“Issac?” He questions.

“He was my best friend growing up. Died a few years ago from cancer. That’s when Kevin moved here” you felt like every time the 2 of you exchanged words the less he shook and the more relaxed you both became.

There was still blood on his face but you dared not ask him to clean it. You already pushed him so far tonight.

“You need any food?” You inquired.

“Fuck yes. I’m starving.” He groans. You liked him like this. Relaxed. Not being a dick. You can’t deny you found him extremely attractive.

Oh shit.

You like Henry Bowers.

The boy who fucking terrorizes your friends. The boy who gave you a black eye when you tried to help him. The boy you are currently sneaking into the kitchen with for some late night food. You have a huge crush. On Henry fucking Bowers. You turn on the light to the kitchen while you and Henry scavenge. You whisper to him to “take anything you like” after some fumbling around in the cupboard you drop a plastic container of cookies on the floor with a loud “THUD”.

You and henry freeze. Looking at each other with fear that you woke up Kevin. As if on cue you hear Kevin’s grumble from his room.

“______?” Your name comes to your ears through the door.

“Yeah? I’m just getting some food.” You look to Henry in panic and he’s just as lost as you.

“Okay big back. Stop makin so much fuckin noise” Kevin calls then goes back to bed.

You snort and Henry almost dies trying to hold in a laugh. Only your best friend would call you a big back while half asleep.

You and Henry finish getting some food and make your way back up the stairs. You sit on the bed together and turn on some stupid ass movie that you really aren’t paying attention to. The pair of you just talk.

“Bev told me you weren’t at school the rest of the day. You ditch?” He stiffened then relaxed.

“I lost my dads knife while we were chasing after you and those losers. Spent the rest of the day looking for it and never found it. Got home a little over an hour ago hoping my dad would be asleep. He wasn’t. The school called him about me ditching and he was pissed. Then he asked for the knife I took from him and he got even more pissed….” He trails of sadly.

You put 2 and 2 together. Henry’s dad hits him. You frown at the realization and really just want to give him a hug. He dosnt deserve that, sure he’s a fuckin prick most of the time, but you think that’s only a product of his dad hitting him.

Henry clears his throat before asking you a question to switch topics.

“So.. why’d you move here, with this guy?”

“That, my friend, is a long sad story I’m sure you don’t wanna hear.” You chuckle.

He leans back and props himself on his elbows on your bed. “Humor me.” He stated.

Fuck he was so attractive. This was not a crush you would be beating.

You sigh. Starting the story. “I have no idea where my parents are. They were the worst people ever. I tried to get the law involved multiple times to get out of that house but they didn’t help…” should you be telling Henry this? What if he tells someone else? Fuck. Here goes. “Both my parents abused me. My dad sexually abused me for years. And my mom beat me until I was blue. Eventually they started getting worse. Broken arms with no hospital visit to fix it. A concussion with no help.”

“One day I called Kevin and told him to get me out of there. He said he would book me a plane ticket if I could legally leave and they would not try anything. He didn’t want to get in trouble for harboring a runaway. I took emancipation papers to my mom and she beat the fuck out of me… she broke my phone knowing that was the only way I could talk to Kevin. When she was done she kicked me out. I didn’t have any friends and nowhere to go. So for three weeks I was completely homeless. The day I turned 18 I went back to the house. I took a sheriff with me to throw all my clothes and shit that I bought, with my own money in trash bags and I was allowed to stay at a shelter for a few days while I legitimately packed and got a hold of Kevin. He booked me the ticket and here I am. He told me I could stay here as long as I want.” You played with your hands in your lap and didn’t look at Henry.

You were scared of what he would say. What does he think of you? You finally get the courage to look up and he’s staring at you with these eyes? Confusion? Hurt maybe? You aren’t sure. You take the pressure off him answering and change the topic.

“Does all this mean you’ll be nice to me at school now?” You ask jokingly. You can tell he appreciates the subject change and snorts at the question.

“Fuck no. We aren’t friends. We just live next to each other” he rolls his eyes like that’s such an obvious answer. You belly laugh at it.

As the night goes on you continue to talk. You look at him as he focuses on the tv. You touch his arm and get his attention. He looks back to you and you feel your heart well up.

“If you ever need anything, text me ok?” You give him your phone to put in his number. Without a word he enters the number and sends himself a text. You know he won’t ever text you that he’s hurt or sad. But giving him the option of it makes you feel better.

You look at the clock and see it’s almost midnight, Henry notices and begins to stand.

“You going?”

“Yeah. My dad should be asleep by now.”

“Okay” you gently smile at him. “Make sure you lock the gates on your way out.”

“No need. I'll hop ‘em.”

You glare at him. “You better fucking not! You need to lay off that broken rib”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Fine. Your fucking highness. Bye” and as quickly as he ran across your property. He went.

You shut off the tv and clean your bed off before getting cozy. You knew tomorrow would be ok. You understood that you and Henry had an unspoken understanding of ‘I won’t say anything if you won’t’. And you wouldn’t. He wouldn’t tell anyone about your tattoo. And you wouldn't tell anyone he was in your shed tonight.

You cozy up under the covers with killer, who had unsurprisingly stayed asleep that entire time. It was a pretty good night. But what in the world were you supposed to do with this crush you had on the infamous Henry Bowers?

While you fell asleep Henry walked home. He was right. His dad was passed out. On a throne of beer bottles in the living room. Henry walked to his room and went to his mirror. He dosnt know why… but he takes his shirt off. Once his shirt hits the grounds he takes a look at the bandages you dressed him with on his torso and neck. Then he turns around and looks at his back. He sniffs out a gentle laugh as he sees that On the cigarette burn that was in the middle of his back on the left side, is a little pink Sesame Street band aid. The only “fun” bandage. All the other ones were beige.

All his cuts and bruises are dressed and covered in eithe ointment or a bandage. Even the old bruises that were almost healed has cream on them. He bends down to pick up his shirt and winces at his broken rib. He throws the shirt on his bed and walks to his bathroom to look in the mirror. All the blood from his busted eyebrow had dried and was a bitch to wash off. He dries his face and walks to his room. He locks his door before removing his pants. He down slowly in his bed trying not to irritate hide ribs and back. Clad in only his boxers he thinks about you.

He was fucking awful to you and he knew it. He saw the bruises on your arm and face in his mind and cringed. You were so caring for no reason. There was no reason in the world that he could have given to you to gain your help. But you did. You calmed him. Fed him. And even fixed him up. He dosnt know if you told him that story about your parents because of what he told you or not. He didn’t care though. He liked knowing, he felt like knowing about your past made him special. Though he’d never admit that.

A thought flashed through his mind that made him angry. ‘Maybe i hate her because she’s me, but better?’. That idea confused him. You had gone through abuse your whole life. Just as he had. But you were happy. You were free. You had someone who was willing to take you. He dosn’t find it fair that 2 people can go through the same thing and one can still end up better than the other. How was that possible?

He switches topics in his mind. You let him see you today. He saw your personality, your smile, your tattoo. He liked that at multiple points in the night, that bright smile was directed at him and things he said. Your laughter made his stomach hurt. Maybe he was getting sick? He didn’t say anything. But while you were laying on the bed, he looked at your tattoo arm. He saw a few small scars here and there. He wanted to know the story of every fucking mark. He couldn’t tell any of the others about you. He always kept his fellings private. And right now his curiosity of you was growing and mutating, but he didn’t know into what.

He thought of you and while he slipped into calm dreams. Dreams of your laugh. Dreams of you at the record store. Dreams of just, you

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Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 7 here

@amber-sekio new chapter!

[kleftiko]

❦ OUR BITTERSWEET MOMENT

cw: angst

remember the episode where reid and hotch are locked in the room with the serial killer chester hardwick? yea.

PART 2 | PART 3

fraternization was not permitted between employees of the bureau. your heart had already froze when penelope called you to let you know agent rossi interrupted her steamy shower with kevin from the other floor.

imagine how much trouble you would get into if someone found out your feelings for your unit chief then.

you, him, and reid were on the way to cleveland. he had already asked you a few times if you were sure you wanted to come along. this was a killer who targeted women, and while your presence might provoke the inmate to reveal more, your boss put your comfort first.

it made you feel bad to imagine this man’s hands manipulating you the way he was controlling the steering wheel for the entire drive. luckily reid kept the car ride conversation, while you forced yourself to stare out the window.

as if it wasn’t bad enough that he was your boss, and 10+ years your senior, he had a wife and kid at home.

it came as a surprise when you walked into the prison and had to consciously focus on the serial killer in front of you.

maybe you weren’t as comfortable as you assured hotch. too late for that.

chester hardwick did react to your presence, but not in the way your team members hoped. instead he instigated your unit chief, pushing him past his patience.

so when hotch told you to buzz to let the doors open, you didn’t expect the smile on the killer’s face.

your heart stopped when he told you the guards wouldn’t be back for at least another 13 minutes. and it dropped right to your stomach when he held up the crime scene photo, looked dead in your eyes, and told you it took him less than five to accomplish that.

“unfortunately for you,” hotch got up, drawing hardwick’s attention to him while he smoothly put his body between you and the inmate’s. for the spilt second you could, you saw your boss’ eyes harden, jaw locked, before his back turned to you. he started to remove his suit jacket. “i’m not a 5’, 100lb girl.”

from your peripheral, you saw reid’s expression nearly mirroring yours, until your eyes drew to hotch’s dropped tie and you realized he is 100% intent on fighting a serial killer to protect you two.

you blanked out at that point.

you were new on the team, new to being out in the field. of all the cases you seen, majority were against women, you knew that, you experienced firsthand the way this world treats women, but never, never, did you ever think you would be in this situation.

the racing heart and beating in your ears subsided slightly at reid’s interjection. his erratic rambling blanketed by profiling distracted hardwick, letting you realize you were gripping harshly onto hotch’s ironed shirt. you didn’t let go until the guards came.

hotch ushered you out quickly, leaving reid to gather the belongings.

“wait in the car,” hotch told him, “we’ll be there in a minute.”

reid nodded and left.

you couldn’t look up to met hotch’s eyes. you simply listened to the sound of reid’s shoes on the concrete floor subsiding as you relived what just happened.

then, as if in a fairy tale or some other happily ever after, hotch’s hand came to the back of your head, pulling you into his chest. his cologne filled your senses, the heat from his body brought your mind back down to earth, in an instant you brought your fingers back up to his shirt, and let the few tears you could muster fall in silence.

you stood there for a silent moment, only broken when he said, “i’m sorry.”

you didn’t respond. you were an fbi agent, you would work through it, heck, you might even go through worse things, but you let him believe you needed to be comforted for the selfish reason that you knew you would never get this opportunity again. you’d never get to feel him against you again, listen to the pattern of his breathing again. have him hold you again.

that was reserved for his wife.

he was someone else’s man.

[julianalvarez9]

"don't you know what you're doing to me? " "you look good with my hands around your throat." w Ruben Dias pls

attention / rúben dias

summary: wearing your brother's best friend's jersey, in normal circumstances, wouldn't mean anything other than your support for the club where your brother plays. except, you have a slightly more complicated relationship with the owner of the last name displayed in your back.

pairing: rúben dias x stones!reader

prompts: "don't you know what you're doing to me?" + "you look good with my hands around your throat" from this list.

mentions of: unestablished relationship, bit of vulgar language, implications of past sexual encounters (?

author's note: not as smuttish (? as i'd like it to be, but i loved the concept of rúben x stones!r too much 😮‍💨 if anyone has any ideas or concepts for this pair i'll work on them right away 🙏🏻

wc: 1.2k

you never really cared what you wore inside your home, which you shared with your older brother, john. it was always baggy shorts or joggers, depending on the weather, and a random shirt: more often than not, belonging to his wardrobe, fitting you like a dress due to the size difference between john and you.

but today, you did it on purpose.

you knew messing around with rúben wasn't the smartest idea: not only due to him being a footballer, which was bad enough on its own, since your brother made you swear when you were fifteen that you'd never date one, but because he was your brother's best friend.

and if the whole ordeal wasn't bad enough for you, rúben had the audacity of ghosting you for a week, before coming to see your brother, not even sparing a glance at you.

truth was, last time you two were together, his mind slipped. he had told you the infamous three words in the heat of the moment, and although you two hadn't discussed it when you finished your funny business, rúben was punishing himself for it. he knew he said it because he meant it, but he also knew that there was no possibility of you two ever getting together. that's what you had told him from the start: "1. we're not friends. 2. no feelings involved. 3. john can't know".

so, it was understandable, from an outsider's point of view, why he was trying to distance himself from you, but since rúben never told you the reason, you were pissed. rightfully pissed.

that was the reason behind today's attire: shorts and rúben's number 3 on your back.

when john saw you this morning, at breakfast, he didn't even spare a glance. he knew you had a few jerseys belonging to his teammates, including a kevin de bruyne one that you cherished with your life, almost never wearing it, only on special occasions. but john had seen you repping the dias surname on your back, and not once questioned it. not even today, when he knew that his friend would be coming to play some video games, enjoying the free day off training that the team got after the fa cup final won the day before against man united.

staying seated on the couch after breakfast, wasting time scrolling on your phone wasn't strange behavior for you, either. you stayed there until you heard your brother open the door and greeted his friend in, giving you the perfect excuse to go back to your room: they were gonna play their video games for hours, and you weren't about to be hours on end looking at a screen, enduring the angry shouts of two grown men.

you jumped up, picking up your phone and water bottle to go, just when rúben was walking onto the living room now, happily chatting to john until he saw you standing there. you waved, displaying a friendly smile on your face, even if your blood was boiling at the sight of the portuguese who couldn't even text back, but who could come to your house so shamelessly -even if he wasn't planning to see you. still, you made sure that he could see your figure disappearing when you left the room, and with it, his name clearly printed across your back.

you weren't even thinking about rúben anymore the next time that you exited your room. you simply were trying to get to the kitchen to refill your water bottle, and you did just that. yeah, it should have seemed a little strange to you that you couldn't hear any shouts from your brother's best mate, but you attributed it to the fact that he was generally calmer than john; he was competitive, but not at your brother's level. you didn't think anyone could match him, to be honest. so, it shouldn't have surprised you to find him, seated on your bed when you came back to your room, but still, it did.

"you're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" he questions, his tone not wavering once. you try not to look into his face when he gets closer, bringing you all the way into the room to close the door behind you softly, as to not raise suspicions. when you murmur a soft "i don't know what you're talking about" you can't see how his browns crease due to your gaze being focused on the ceiling above to avoid his eyes. he can still see the lie painted all across your face, and most importantly, the proof resting on your figure, so he forcefully angles your face by your jaw to finally connect his brown eyes with yours.

the act takes you by surprise, and you shove his hand out of your face. "what the fuck, rúben!?" you whisper-shout, and you worry when you remember your brother's not too far away from the room in which you two are in.

he scoffed. "don't ignore me now" rúben scolds, and you roll your eyes at him, annoyed, which only infuriates him more. he has to stop his desire to smash his mouth into yours, because after a week, he does think he'd be able to stop, not even when his best friend could walk in on you any minute. "acting innocent now," he continues, holding onto your waist with a bruising force. "don't you know what you're doing to me? flaunting my name on your back" he says, tugging your shirt one, two, three times, with so much force you think he's gonna rip it off your body. "while i can't do anything about it?".

you laugh bitterly at his argument. "well, that's entirely your fault, big boy".

the mocking way you use to refer to him has him laughing bitterly and throwing his head back in resignation. "how is it my fault?", rúben questions, and it's like he genuinely doesn't know, which only fuels your anger more. "i don't know, maybe try not messing around with your best mate's little sister and then ghost her for a week, right?".

"stop with the attitude," he scolds, and his hand, previously grasping your cheeks to get your full attention, slides down your throat, pressing onto it lightly. you gasp at the small pressure, and his eyes shine with lust. "you look good with my hands around your throat, did you know that?".

he grins when your whimper at his filthy praise, and you use the small moment of distraction to reach for the back of his neck to draw him in. its been a couple of days now, longer than it has ever been since your little arrangement started, at least, so the kiss is anything but gentle, tongue and teeth clashing against each other. you know that, if you continue this path, your floor will be covered with your clothes and his, so yo need to stop it, with the last bit of clear judgment you have in your brain. "we're not fucking with my brother in the next room".

he laughs against your neck, and it has your neck erupting in goosebumps with the way his hot breath fan across your skin. "who said anything about fucking?" he asks, continuing with the neck kisses after the rhetorical question, and his touches leave you forgetting everything, including that your brother is probably looking for him.

"i won the game, rúben! 5-0!" john screams, and by the way it sounds so far away, you can breathe since he's still in the living room. "where the fuck are you?".

[mynameistocool]

YOU ARE A PROBLEM…

Part 2

Summary: You were a senior in college and after dropping out for year due to stress and you inability to actually do any work you were behind while all your friends were off travelling the world and moving on with their lives you were left in Cleveland Ohio but it wasn’t all bad you did baby sit a grey haired, jet ski loving single father kids for the money or maybe it was because you just wanted to see him but who can blame you I mean look at him…

Mobius m Mobius/Fem reader

Warnings : age gap

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It had been about two weeks since you saw Mobius in person and no matter how hard you scrubbed your face when taking off makeup or when you washed your skin in the shower, you still felt his large callous hand against your cheek on your forehead the way his eyes stared at you with care and adoration how his rosy lips held a pout and his soft voice showed care. 

You had heard from him, he text you the other day asking if you could have the boys early in the morning. He had some kind of important meeting at his store to do with employee safety, so here you were stood outside his house in mid-July, the blazing sun and warm sticky summer air on your exposed skin. You did have a cardigan to match your summer dress, but it was now thrown in your small bag.

You pressed the gold bell, waiting for someone to open the door, hoping it to be Shaun or Kevin, but no you heard the faint call off “Shaun eat your pancakes” as the door opened you saw Mobius stood in all his glory his bare chest and low hung flannel pants a coffee mug in his hand his hair tousled and unkept and his constant sleepy eyes.

“Y/n you're early” he smiled at you, but you were busy staring at his body as your face flushed once more as it always did in his presence. “Am I ?” You quickly responded, “you said 8 am in your text. I can go home if you like and come back” you added “no, no not at all” he moved to the side “come in.” 

“It must be my fault, as per usual, the meeting got pushed back to 9 sorry I should have told you” he shut the door, staring at your unknowing self. The light pink sundress you wore with the floral pattern and loose buttons, the way it hugged your body and flown down just passed your knees your hair being slight frizzy and the small sun kissed tan that spread across your cheek and nose as you stared around his home in awe as though you hadn't been there nearly thirty times in the past year he shook his head quickly before walking in-front of your frozen body “it’s so warm. I know they said they’d be a heat wave but this fast and this warm” he gave you a small chuckle as he walked into the kitchen. 

And there it was, his bare back so clear in your eyesight his shoulder slumped before stretching showing ever detail of his muscles and shoulder blade hidden beneath those tight perfectly fitted shirts he usually dawns. Your brain was begging you to look away, but you would not and could not listen, you slowly followed him, your eyes staying on his back. 

“Shaun, your favourite person is here” he spoke to his son who sat at the table digging at his poorly made pancakes “and don’t say she’s not, you admitted it the other day” Mobius quickly added before his son could say anything “I wasn’t going to deny it” Shaun give you a small smile “what a sweetheart you are” you smiled at the young boy.

“Y/N you’re here !” The younger kid came behind you, almost sending you off your feet, hugging you from behind. “Kevin, be careful with the lady.” He scolded him lightly for being so rough. “No it’s alright I can handle him” you laughed, ruffling the boy’s hair. 

“Do you want a drink or anything ?” Mobius asked, leaning against the counter, his legged crossed over one another, “any food ?” He asked more “don’t eat the pancakes” Shaun butted in “those pancakes are great now eat them.” Mobius defended his terrible cooking skills “no, no I’m okay thank you” you laughed “I can’t make chocolate chip” he added, shrugging “Y/n can” Shaun spoke again, making you laugh.

The pair of boys sat at the table eating and colouring in small pictures as you stood near the counter, Mobius stood up and walked over quite close to you, whispering in your ear “be careful with Kevin today. He’s been having nightmares, but he won’t tell me what they’re about, he just seems to be a bit shaken up recently” Mobius pulled away, not very far but just enough to look you in your eyes. “I will” you gave him a small nod, “thank you” he smiled.

You look back at the boys who were staring at the pair, small stupid smiles on their faces. “Don’t you have homework you should be doing ?” Mobius stayed stood close to you, his bare chest mere inches away from your goose bump covered arms. “Don’t you have a meeting you should be getting dressed for ?” you defended the boys and Mobius turned his head to you, a small moment of shock on his face which quickly turned into a sly grin. “You're right” he answered you, placing his cup on the side before scooting past you off upstairs. 

You sat down with the two boys, asking how school was going and what they had been up too, listening to their stories. Kevin asked you to help with homework and, of course, you agreed that what you were there for about twenty minutes later, you heard the quick heavy steps of Mobius coming down the stairs. “I’m got to get going. You two be good to her” he warned the boys, pointing his finger at both, “and if you need anything just call me, I’ll be straight home.” He clicked his finger, giving you a small wink. It was a usual response of his nothing more but Mobius kindness.

You saw the man walk out of the room and as you turned your attention back to the two boys, your eyes saw mobius blue store keys on the top. You stood up and grabbed them, heading to the door just as Mobius was about to leave, “Mobius your keys” 

Mobius ? Mobius ? He smiled at you calling him by your name, a small fluttering feeling arising in his chest at hearing you call his name. You held out the keys, waiting for him to take them, and he did after a moment of pause. “Thank you” he took them off you, his quick touch lingering on your hand “I’ll see you soon I promise” he gave you a smirk before leaving out the door. 

You turned round and there stood Kevin, the small boy staring at you, “do you like my dad ?” His question which caught you off guard, “what ?” you replied so defensively to this little boy as though he accused you of murder. “My dad likes you, he says to us after we tell him how much we like you, he says you're kind and smart and a very loving person. He misses out the part of you being pretty” you were taken aback by the normally destructive boys' word.

“Ohh well your dad is a very sweet man. He’s very kind.” You smiled at Kevin’s words, your stupid cheeks blushing once more at this new information, “do you think my dad is pretty ?” The young boy asked, “well… I think your dad is handsome, if that’s the word you want to use ?” You gave him a small smile, “but I think we should go focus on your homework instead, how about that ?” You grabbed his hand, walking into the kitchen, where Shaun still sat trying to digest Mobius pancakes. 

“Do you want me to make you some chocolate chip pancakes ?” At your suggestion, Shaun’s eyes lit up, “yes please.” He replied smiling “of course” you laughed.

The rest of your day was filled with helping the boys with homework and playing outside. You open the draw at one point, seeing Mobius had hidden the matches from Kevin, which made you laugh. You made some more food while the boys still played outside before calling them in to watch a film.

Kevin nodded off at about eight, which was unbelievable early for him, and Shaun stayed awake laying beside you on the sofa, a knitted blanket over the three of you. You heard the small click of the door open, and you slowly stood up from the sofa, resting Kevin’s head down. 

You saw Mobius toss his keys into the pot before turning to you, “how was your day ?” You quickly asked, seeing his moody face before noticing you “it was all good just some pain in the arse customers” he answered “let me guess they wanted a quad and not a jet ski” you joked “exactly that” he laughed “how were they ?” He asked, nodding to the front room, “they were as sweet as always, got all their homework done with no fuss are some vegetables done some dancing and had some fresh air. Kevin even fell asleep on the couch, Shaun just watching a film, but I reckon he'll be out cold soon.” You explained the easy and loving day you had with two boys, “I’m sorry about you being here all day. I’m sure this not how you like to spend your free days” he grabbed his wallet from his pocket “no, no not at all. I love spending time with the two of them. They are sweethearts” you smiled and Mobius raised his brow, a small smile on his face, “are you sure you have the right kids ?” He joked and you smiled. 

He quickly handed over some money, a lot more than he needed to give you. “Mobius this is way too much” you went to give him it back “nonsense you do way more than needs to be, and you're here in a heart beat any time I call please take it you deserve it” he gave another small smile quickly putting away his wallet, so you couldn’t argue. “I—thank you” you thanked the man for his usual kindness. There was small silence between the two of you, a comfortable and long silence.

“Do you want me to drive you home ?” He asked, going to grab his keys before you even responded. “No worries, I’m getting picked up.” You responded, “who by ?” He seemed curious and eager to know your answer, his shoulders unknowingly tensing at your words “just my mom” you laughed “ohh” a small sigh of relief left his mouth “I’ve got to learn how to drive” you rubbed your head laughing “you’ll be fine don’t worry” he laughed with you.

You then heard the beep of your moms' car, “that’s her. I’ll see you soon Mr M” you pulled your bag over your shoulder “call me Mobius” he cleared his throat “if you want it.” He looked at the floor, “I will Mobius” you smiled at him. Just as you went to leave, he grabbed your hand once in a more loose, gentle lingering grip, “thank you… for all you do.” He smiled, letting go, and you just nodded at him, a stupid heartfelt smile on your face at the small touch he gave you “see you soon Mobius” you bid him a quick goodbye, heading out the door “goodnight Y/N” he said as you left.

He quickly rubbed his face, wondering why he grabbed your hand and why he had to tell you thank you in such a weird and intimate way. You were his boys' babysitter, and yet he felt like you done so much more than you needed to do, as though you were there for them and not just for the money, he shook his head quickly before walking into the living room to his boys. 

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[avinwrites]

IDV Men and Their Love Languages pt. 2

Kevin Ayuso

Kevin is naturally physically affectionate. He’s constantly giving everyone hefty pats on the back, tousling someone’s hair with his gloved hand, or pulling them close by the shoulder to laugh and talk with anyone. There’s almost no exception for this behavior.

-In games with him, Kevin lassos you often

-Sometimes just for fun

-It’s one of his favorite past times, messing with you, that is

-If you’re kiting, you’ll have to look out for both the hunter and Kevin

-because he will absolutely risk the game if it means protecting you

-“That's sweet, Kevin, but go decode, we only have one cipher finished”

-He gets sad when you tell him to go away

-“I can’t help it, it's how I show my love” Kevin is the 🥺emoji (but add a cowboy hat to it)

-He still goes to rescue you when you most need it

-and the times he succeeds, it's really impressive

-but more often than not, he gets you both hit

-It’s ok, just comfort him with cuddles and he’ll instantly feel better

-If you have a bad match, he’d never blame you for it

-He’s honestly the best person to go to when upset

-He’ll listen to whatever you have to say intently, and hold your hands or hug you close

-Physical touch really is his thing. He owns it. Everyone else go home :3

Eli Clark

Eli feels the most loved when spending Quality Time with someone! He’s a perfectly pleasant individual, but he does have a social battery that does drain after a while. After he’s done conversing and interacting with others, he’ll head back to his room to recharge, usually talking to Brooke Rose about the day’s events and any other interesting thoughts that come into his mind. Once he becomes attached to someone, he also considers them one that “recharges” him.

-He purposefully seeks you out when he craves alone time with you. 

-Most of the time, you’ll find him, dejected, after a particularly rough match.

-You notice that at soon as he realizes you’re near him, he’ll perk up a little. From there, he’ll take your hand and lead you up to his room.

-From there, what you do varies greatly

-sometimes you two will talk, or participate in a hobby that you enjoy, or just take a nap

-Eli likes to spend time with you, he fears that neither he nor you have much of it

-He wants to make the most of the time he has

-so please, don’t leave him just yet

Aesop Carl

Also Quality Time. Aesop isn’t much of a talker, and he really doesn’t like to be touched. It takes him a long time to get comfortable enough with anyone to do most anything. But, it's entirely possible, it just requires patience. Things that one can notice about Aesop becoming more comfortable around a person includes, less tense posture, slightly more eye contact, and he becomes more vocal. This all comes with spending time with him, though, if he allows it. 

-Aesop is aware when you take care to ensure he’s comfortable in a situation

-He notices the things you do for him, and the patience you have with him

-and he’s more than grateful, he just doesn’t know how to show it.

-After a long time of him getting close to you, he gets the opportunity to let you know just how much you mean to him

-It’s late at night, the final matches of the day have concluded, and you are exhausted.

-You find waiting for you Aesop, who takes a look at your disheveled figure and hesitantly holds out a gloved hand

-You take it, and he leads you to your room with his metal makeup box in his other hand

-Silently, he instructs you to take a comfortable sit on your bed as he kneels and opens the box

-He reaches for supplies to patch you up, antiseptics for your shallow wounds and bandages.

-He’s very careful with each touch, you’re able to feel his concern through his body language

-When he finishes, he packs up his belongings, but before he leaves, he turns to you suddenly

-“Would it be okay if…” he takes a breath, gripping the hem of his shirt for a brief moment. You let him take his time. “Could I ask for your embrace?”

-“I’d like that.” You respond, pulling him close for a lingering moment. 

-This moment lasts in both of your minds until the end of time itself

Norton Campbell

He has two different love languages. He prefers to show his love by giving gifts, but feels loved through acts of service. He’s had to strive and work hard all his life in order to have stability, and yet he still wants more. To him, it shows that he appreciates someone when he gives someone a gift. If he were to be given a gift, he’d feel that it's either out of pity, or that he’d have to return the favor. He hates the idea of being in debt to someone. It’s different when someone chooses to do something of their own accord.

-There was a message not too long ago from the Baron of the Manor. A new location for the games to take place would be added to the growing list.

-Light chatter and theories spread across both sides of the manor

-It wasn’t until someone was actually assigned to the new map would the survivors figure out what it was

-One morning, you came downstairs to meet about half of the survivor population gathered around where the matches were scheduled, conversing in hushed whispers

-You didn’t notice anything else about the schedule, only two names: Norton Campbell, and The Golden Cave.

-Two things that would not go well together.

-You find a nearby slip of paper, write your name on it, and cover his name

-“I’ll go in his place, just don’t let him know. He shouldn’t have to go back there.”

-Of course, there was no way you’d complete this task without him knowing

-An out-of-place covering on the schedule was obvious

-At first, he was angry when he discovered it. He didn’t need your pity, he’s strong enough to handle it. But, he thought for a moment. Ultimately feeling thankful, rather, that you’d do something so nice for him. 

-There’s something he’s been working on as a personal project, something his time has gone towards that he cares for greatly

-When you returned from your match, on what looked like your last legs, everyone surrounded you and your teammates. 

-Without a word, Norton pulls you away to a quiet spot. You’re thankful for this. You weren’t about to put up with that clamor. 

-“Listen,” He starts, “I’m…” he struggles to find the words. “I’m honored that you did that for me. It… to know you care for me like that is a new, but good, feeling.”

-He produces something from his pocket, it shines as the small object falls into your palm

-Its a miniscule, but perfectly cut, diamond

-“It’s small, but diamonds like these are very valuable…” He goes on, you listen to him talk about what exactly this diamond is and what makes it special

-“I love it, Norton, thank you!.” You hesitate for a moment before lifting yourself and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

-Now he feels as though he must repay you for that gift!

Mike Morton

Physical Touch! Not a moment goes by where the ever dynamic acrobat isn’t near someone, usually physically interacting with them. You know those new interactive emotes? Those were made for him. With a significant other, his show of love increases tenfold.

-In the mornings, Mike will greet you differently depending on his mood

-He didn’t sleep well? You’re engulfed in a tight hug that lasts for a long while before breakfast. If he’s feeling happy, he’ll dramatically bend down on his knee and place his lips on the back of your hand before interlocking arms to lead you to the dining room. If he’s still sleeping, he will expect you to wake him up with a kiss as if he’s sleeping beauty.

-If you look sad, or distracted, he will play footsies with you under the table

-He doesn’t want you thinking about things that make you unhappy

-Expect lots of pats on the head. Even if you’re taller than him, he’ll find a way to ruffle your hair

-In matches, he’ll be as close to you as possible without putting the game at risk

-There are often times when there are only two people decoding 

-Because if you’re containing the hunter, he’s not standing still doing “nothing” as he likes to say

-At night, once you’re both tuckered out and ready for bed, he’ll drag you to whichever of your rooms happens to be closer and pull you into bed, just to latch onto you like a koala

José Baden

José loves to tease. His love language is words of affection appearing through playful banter. Just as well, he is straightforward and appreciates direct and honest confrontations and simple talks about feelings. 

-It may seem contradictory, but that's the beauty of words of affirmation, he loves to hear your voice

-He especially loves it, however, when you play along with him

-He gets into verbal ‘arguments’ frequently, especially with like-minded people such as Demi and Kevin

-Honestly, he’ll love it if you take his ‘side’ and smack-talking the opposing side

-or if you take the stance against him, he definitely likes the stichomythia, verbal repartee, between the two of you when you play argue

-he doesn’t like real arguments though, he’s has a habit of sticking to what he says, and sometimes the arguments could get nasty when he refuses to back down

-but arguments rarely ever happen, he’s much more likely to resolve things with open communication first

-He’ll often just ask for you to talk to him when he’s upset

-He likes to listen to you go on about a subject you’re interested in, and he’ll be ever so grateful if you listen to him as well

-He’s a chatter-box in the best way!

Thank you all for your support <3 I hope you enjoy!

[love-anddeepression]

Haven't I? -2

Thank you so much for the love on part-1<33 i hope you enjoy part 2! please comment and reblog if you like it<3 part 3

a/n- panic attacks, some crying, joel feeling like a failure, canon divergence.

You love Maria, you really do. But at this moment in time all you want to do is throttle her.

The hinges are abnormally loud and the floor creaks as you walk in to leave the supplies for the women in the house.

There’s two main bedrooms, one is the children’s and the other the master. You peep into the girl’s and find it empty, so you leave the red shirt and diva cup on her bed before making your way to the master bedroom.

The moment you step inside there’s a flash of black moving towards you and you shift to your side out of pure instinct and throw the pile of clothes at her face.

She’s bent over and glaring at you. The woman.

“Who are you?” she all but growls.

You put your arms up in front of you as if you’re calming a rabid animal, “ Maria asked me to drop this off. I’m a neighbour.”

“Why didn’t you knock?” She picks the clothes up from the floor

“I wanted it to be over quick.” 

She curls her lip at you and you want to do nothing more than to get it off her face but you can’t help but feel bad for her, so you stay quiet behind your mask. 

“Well you’ve done your job. You can leave.”

You brush past her silently. It’s something you do that creeps even Tommy out. If you want to, you can make someone feel your silence. 

“Wait!”Her shrill voice makes you stop in your tracks and look over your shoulder.

“Thank you.”

All you do is nod and walk away.

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“So it went well?”  Maria asks as she places the hideous coat on the counter.

“She thought I was an intruder and tried to attack me.” You deadpan as you cut cucumbers..

You can hear her trying not to laugh, “ Go to hell.”

“Thank you for doing that.” she replies, suddenly serious.

You whirl, waving the knife. “Oh, now you’re suddenly nice? Who are you and what have you done with my Maria?”

“I’m your sister, even if Tommy isn’t your brother in law anymore.”

Your mouth falls slightly apart at her harsh truth, “That’s mean.”

She slowly walks up to you, “I know.”

“You’re mean.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your eyes begin to water, how much more pathetic can you be? “Why?”

She’s face to face now, “Why what?”

A sob leaves your lips, “Why, Maria?”

She pulls you to her and hugs you as tight as she can, shushing your whimpers as you shake. It’s hitting you again, the knowledge that it’s truly over, “I’m so sorry.”

The sound of the door opening makes you pull away and turn around, bracing yourself on the kitchen counter.

“Hello?” a little girl’s voice calls out. It’s the girl who came with Joel and the woman, Tina.

From where you are in the kitchen, the both of you can see her walk into the main hall and she stops to look at the memorial of Sarah and Kevin and an immature bolt of anger flows through you. She’s standing there, the same age as Sarah, and it’s wrong of you to feel this way towards a child, but it hurts to see that she’s there and your daughter isn’t. And some horrible part of you is furious because you’re terrified that Joel has forgotten. Which is stupid, because of course he hasn’t.

She squeezes your shoulder and takes the hideous purple jacket she left on the kitchen island earlier. You can hear the both of them begin to talk and slip out. In your haste, your mask is left behind.

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Why is it so hard to breathe? 

He’s braced himself against the lamp post , and it’s as if all the air in his lungs has been sucked out. All he can think of is Sarah. And of you. Of his wife who disappeared from his life, like a cruel magic trick, all that he’s loved seems to disappear. And now with Ellie, and Amy. All he’s going to do is fail them, just like he failed Sarah, like he failed you-

Who is that?

There’s a woman with hair just like yours, turned away from him in the crowd. The little voice in his head tells him that he’s being an idiot but his body seems to move of its own accord and with every step towards her he finds his heart beating faster.

He sees her freeze when he says her name and she slowly turns around.

It isn’t her. 

This woman isn’t his wife. Her face looks like it's been mauled by an animal and her skin is puckered with pock marks. Her eyes stare into his and he’s stammering out an apology, “Shit, I’m sorry, ma’am. Thought you were someone else.”

 She only looks at him and smiles a little, but it looks like she’s grimacing and her eyes are scrunched up. She nods, “No problem.”

He turns around and leaves to god knows where, he needs to get away after making a spectacular ass of himself. He finds himself in a workshop of sorts and decides to finally fix his damn boots. It’s about damn time.

Back at the bar, the woman with the scarred face informs his brother that he needs a new pair of boots. 

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“Boots?” 

“Yes, Tommy. The one’s he’s wearing are busted. He’ll trip and fall and probably die if he keeps using them.” you say, exasperated.

“How’d you know that? You talked to him?”

You look away, wishing you hadn’t stupidly forgotten your mask, “He came up to me, said my name, and when I turned around, looked at me and apologised because he thought I was someone else.”

He raises his eyebrows and slides his glass over to you.

You take a sip and sigh, “I’m uh, I’m still your sister right? Even if I’m not um..your sister in law?”

He looks at you as if you have two heads, “Of course you are, the fuck’s wrong with you?”

You smile and look down at your shoes, “Okay.”

“So, boots?” he raises his eyebrows and gestures to the seat.

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The town’s a surprise, she admits. To see so many new people, people who don’t have to keep their walls up and can let people in.

She scoffs at the quaintness of the movie theatre, as if everything is ever going to be the same. It’s pointless to imagine the world will go back to the way it was. Ellie seems to be as uncomfortable as she is, and she can’t help but feel like an antsy guard dog when any kid comes close to the teenager.

The woman that came to the house isn’t here, or maybe she is, maybe now she’s not wearing that mask and is acting like another normal person with no problems.

As if any of these people know what loss is.

“Amy, you okay?” Maria asks her and she subtly clenches her jaw. Leave me alone.

“I’m fine.” keep it short, curt. You don’t owe her your niceness, you already owe her your life.

“You look uncomfortable.” the woman replies.

“Not used to so many people.” and she doesn’t like it.

“You’ll get used to it.”

Amy doesn’t reply, only grunts. Much like Joel, she reason. She owes him everything, whatever this thing is between them, the unspoken glances and the smiles that Ellie pretends she doesn’t see. She can’t deny that she’s falling in love with him.

There’s a chorus of laughter and she looks at the crowd of children.

Ellie’s gone. Shit. She’s not in here.

She leaves Maria and races out, the town’s new and the kid had a penchant for getting into shit situations.

She can see her, in the distance. Walking away with all the furiousness of a little raccoon.

“Ellie!” she calls out and jogs to her as the girl turns around, “You can’t just slip away like that, what’s wrong with you?”

She grabs her shoulder and pulls the girl to her, making her look up.

“He’s leaving us.” the girl murmurs.

“What?”

There’s unshed tears in her eyes as she looks to the side, “He’s leaving us. He wants Tommy and some other woman to take us.”

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"She's someone very close to us." Tommy says.

"I don't trust no one but you Tommy. You and Amy are enough." Joel replies harshly.

"I go with her, or I don't go at all, Joel."

"What even is her name?" he scoffs.

He wants to say your name, he really does. It's on the tip of his tongue and he says the first syllable and Joel eyes widen.

"It's Mitch. Her name is Mitch."

Joel clenches his jaw, "Alright. But I swear, she does anything, I'm not the one to be afraid of. Amy's not going to like this anyway, she'll want to probably put a bullet in between both of your knees."

Tommy huffs out some semblance of a laugh, after this, you're gonna want to take a hammer to his knees. But he doesn't trust himself to act civil with any of them, if Maria wasn't pregnant, he'd ask her to come along. But by some dumb luck, she is, so he's going to have to go with you.

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The walk back to the house fills him with dread. It's the right thing to do, he knows that. But he's not looking forward to breaking the news to them.

The door squeaks open and he cringes and steps inside. It's dark.

There's no one in the hall, nor in the kitchen.

The stairs creep with every guilt-ridden step he takes, as if he's going to his own execution.

Ellie's room is empty, her bag is missing. He's breathing heavily. His wife would call it a panic attack, with her extensive knowledge of how people's brains worked.

In blind panic he stumbles to the main room, and it's dark and empty.

On the bed there's a note,

"Like you said, we're only cargo."

He falls to his knees, and brings his hand to his mouth to try and contain his breaths. Every memory he's been trying to repress since his wife went missing, since his baby girl's death comes back. He'd failed them, they're dead and gone because of him.

And now, he's failed the people he loves most, all over again.

All that leaves his mouth is a gut wrenching scream. All he's given in return is the echo of his own failure.

They're gone.

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Care, pt 2

Gordon Malloy x Reader

Word Count: 2229

PT 1

Shockingly, making out with Gordon didn’t lead to anything.

Well, at least, you were shocked.

After hanging up on Kevin, you’d maybe made out for ten more minutes before he gently peeled himself from you, laughing awkwardly at the way you grabbed for him.

“You should go to bed,” he reasoned, sitting back on his knees, eyes drawn to the pout on your lips.

“I don’t wanna go to bed yet.”

“Come on. It’s been a long night.” He stood, taking your hands and pulling you up.

“Come with me.”

“I’ll put you to bed.”

“And lay with me.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“No.” You grinned, pulling him along towards your bed.

“No funny business,” he tried, watching you let go of his hands and scramble into bed.

“Mmhm.” You waved him down, and he’d shed his shoes before joining you, arms open in offering, which you’d taken, pressing your face into his shirt with a sigh.

He’d been gone when you woke up. And you haven’t seen him since.

Which, in such a big ship, you hadn’t been too worried about. At first. But a day turned into two, which turned into a week, and you were a little worried. You were starting to think he didn’t actually want to kiss you.

But Talla had waved that concern away when you brought it up. “Oh, come on, the way he was looking at you? Of course he wanted to kiss you!”

It had made you feel better for a day until you decided you must have done something else wrong. He was obviously avoiding you. Sure, he was stationed on the bridge, and you were always in the lab, but to not even spot him in passing, or in the mess?

Gordon figured it was for the best. Really, while you two had never really been close, like ever, he’d heard from people who knew you better how on and off you and D’Acunto had been. 

The pair of you were never broken up long, and he’d definitely seen the dozen messages from him waiting for you when he’d woken up the morning after. He didn’t read them, though he desperately wanted to, only seeing the preview of a message that looked to be some kind of apology. 

Regardless of how shitty D’Acunto was, there was no way he could compete with an on-and-off over ten-year relationship. He cursed himself for even thinking D’Acunto would let someone like you go, grabbing his jacket on his way out your door that morning.

Avoiding you felt like it was burning him a little, a feeling he wasn’t really used to. But it made it easier for him, not having to hear you tell him it was a mistake.

Your quarters weren’t on the same deck as his, so coming and going from the bridge to his quarters, there was little risk of overlap. He could get just about anything he got in the mess from the synthesizer in his own quarters.

Ed told him he was stupid after about a week, showing up at his door to hang out and have a drink.

“You don’t even know if she’s actually going to forgive him,” he’d pointed out, beer bottle in hand.

“Except that she always does,” Gordon returned with a sigh, taking a long drink.

“Didn’t you say you made out even after he called? That doesn’t feel like someone who’s gonna take a guy back.”

“She was drunk.”

“She was barely tipsy, according to Talla.”

“Talla made her spill half her drink down her shirt, dude.”

“Yeah, which she’s saying she did on purpose.”

He groans, rubbing his forehead. “I know what she said, man.”

“She also said she’s been asking about you.”

He feels himself freeze up, glancing at his dark-haired friend. “Yeah, well… It’s not a big deal,” he tries.

“Dude, do you hear yourself? If the roles were reversed, you’d be on my ass about it!”

He snorts, setting down his empty beer bottle. “Good thing for you that they aren’t. How’s Lieutenant Q-”

“Don’t change the subject, dude.”

He puts his hands up defensively. “Fine, fine. But it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Gordon,” Ed sighs, resting his beer bottle on his knee. “It’s been years since you’ve been interested in, like, an actual person. She seems nice.”

“She’s cool,” he admits slowly, picking at his pants idly.

“I still don’t get why you’re avoiding her.”

They ended up going in circles about it almost the whole time he was there, saying their goodbyes at nearly 0100 hours.

Another week passes before he braves the mess, John’s arm over his shoulder as he loudly regales him with a story about him flirting with one of the newest additions to the science lab.

He can feel the moment your eyes light on him, nearly burning through his skull as he takes a seat with his friend.

You can feel rage bubbling in your chest when you spot him, annoyed that he’d almost met eyes with you before he sat with his back to you.

Ada- the Lieutenant you’d seen with the Captain at Lamarr’s party- clicks her tongue, waving a hand. “Ignore him. Seriously. He’s been super weird lately.”

You’d become quick friends in the time following the party, making an effort to branch out and find your own friends, hoping to distract yourself from the way Gordon had been ignoring you.

“Seriously. He’s missing out,” Talla agrees easily, glancing over her shoulder at the pair. “He needs to get over himself.”

You sigh, pulling your eyes from him. “I just don’t get what’s going on. I thought-”

“You thought correctly, really,” Talla assures. “He’s just being an idiot.”

“Should I say something?” You question, as Kelly returns to your table with a few shots.

“I wouldn’t,” she advises.

“I probably would,” Ada scrunches her face up a little.

“Kevin still blowing you up?” Talla peeks at you as you all grab a shot, clinking the small glasses together and tossing it back.

“No, thankfully.” You sigh, setting the glass down. “I think he’s finally accepted that it’s over.”

“Good. I don’t know how he thought he was gonna get you back after all that mess.”

“Yeah, an argument and breaking up is one thing, but no contact for that long is just insane,” Kelly adds.

“Time to get back out there!”

You can’t help but glance at Gordon again. “I’m gonna go say something.”

“Are you sure about that?” Kelly sounds concerned. “In front of LaMarr?”

“Yup.” You hop down from the tall chair, heading towards the table.

LaMarr’s eyes find you first, and he gives you a friendly grin as Gordon slowly turns to peek back, and he looks like he nearly bites his tongue when he sees you stalking towards him.

“We need to talk.”

He flounders a little, looking nervous. “I’m bus-”

“That’s my queue,” John gives you a nod, raising a hand towards the girls you’d just left and standing from his seat, heading towards them. “I’ll see you later, man.”

“...Busy,” he finishes lamely, eyes on the other man’s retreating form.

You take the seat right next to him, and he jumps a little as his eyes refocus on you. 

“Listen-”

“I know-”

You start talking at the same time, voices dying off quickly. You can’t help but think he looks like he thinks you’re going to execute him, and you sigh, all too aware the nosy group at the previous table you occupied is probably watching you.

“Come on.” You stand, hauling him by the collar. He yelps, but follows, finding your grip dragging him along to be too firm.

It’s silly, he knows, but he tries slyly to shirk his uniform jacket, only for you to turn on him and grab his hand instead.

“You’re not getting away from me that easy, Malloy.”

You drag him all the way to your quarters, punching in your code and sort of pushing him in. He lets another yelp out but doesn’t fight, seemingly resigned.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You stand in front of your door, arms crossed, watching him deflate a little.

“I’m not.” You don’t even have to know him very well to know he's lying.

“You haven’t been in the mess for two entire weeks,” you argue.

“Taking some personal time.” He stumbles back when you step towards him, and if you weren’t angry, it would probably make you laugh.

“You haven’t answered any of my messages.”

That earns you an awkward laugh. “I’ve, uh… been busy.”

You sigh. “Look, Gordon, if you’re not interested in me-”

“Not interested?” He looks at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“-you just have to tell me that. I won’t hold it against you.”

“Woah,” he lets out another awkward laugh, “that's not- No! You’re cool. I’m definitely interested.” He isn’t looking you in the eyes at all anymore, and you deflate a little.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! No. I just… I don’t wanna get in the way.”

“In the way of what?”

“You and D’Acunto.”

You feel like everything stops for a minute, confused. “Gordon, you don’t even like Kevin.”

“No, I don’t.”

You scoff. “Gordon, me and Kevin aren’t together anymore.”

“No, I know you weren’t-”

“We aren’t. Still aren’t.”

You watch the gears in his brain whirr.

“Did you think I was going to take him back?”

You can see him wince. “Maybe.”

“Why?”

“Well, I know you guys were pretty… off and on to start with. When I left, you had, like, 20 messages from him.”

“You read my-”

“I didn’t read them!” He defends quickly. “Your desk just kept pinging.”

You sigh, rubbing your forehead and moving to sit on your couch. “Yes, Kevin was messaging me. He was going back and forth between calling me a cheater-”

“A what?”

“-and pleading with me.” The couch dips as Gordon takes a seat next to you. “I told him we were done. It’s over. I’d already wasted 10 years of my life waiting for him to show me some kind of concern or care. It took me, what, a few months to find friends who care about me more than Kevin does. I didn’t realize how low the bar was.”

He’s silent, just watching you like he doesn’t know what to say. 

You take your uniform jacket off, folding it over the back of the couch. “Kevin never even walked me back from a party. Granted, we all stay on a Union ship, it's generally safe,” you concede, “but you offered to walk me home just because my drink got spilled down my top.”

He flushes. “Well, that was-”

“-A setup, I know. But still. You were right. Kevin is a massive jerk. I liked hanging out with you. I was hoping we could do more of that, you know?”

There’s a few beats of silence before he shimmies his own jacket off, tossing it haphazardly over the back of the couch. “Okay.”

“I don’t wanna pressure you, I mean, I know it’s been a while since you’ve dated-”

“Who told you that?” He sounds fully embarrassed.

“Captain Mercer.” 

He’d come into the lab, in fact, urging you to give Gordon grace, just not too much.

“I’m here… unofficially,” The Captain started, taking a seat in one of the chairs in your office.

“Oh… kay.” You gave him a wary look. “Have I done something?”

“No! No. I just…” He looks uncomfortable, crossing his legs. “It’s about you and Gordon.”

You flush quickly, clearing your throat.

“Not anything serious! Just… he hasn’t had a girlfriend or anything in, like… a long time.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You tilt your head at him, curious.

“Just… asking you to give him a little time. Grace, even. Just not too much. He’s no good at this kind of thing.”

“Women?” tumbles from your mouth, unbidden, but thankfully, he just laughs as he stands.

“Yeah. It’s definitely good to give him a couple of days, but… he gets in his head a lot.” 

He’d headed for your office door. “I’m sure I’ll see you around, Lieutenant.”

He groans, putting his head in his hands. “Of course he did.”

“Your friends like to meddle.”

“Some of those people are your friends, too,” he points out, sighing as he raises his head.

You hum an acknowledgment, leaning into his side. “If it helps, it’s not like I’ve had a new relationship in a long time, either.”

You can feel him relax just a little, hands dropping from his face. “This is still mortifying.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“I should kill him.”

“Murder is a little far,” you chuckle, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his scruffy cheek before patting his knee and moving to stand. “Come on. I booked some sim time to decompress, let's go together. I’ve got this really cool hack-and-slash sim based off a 21st-century video game we can do.”

He looks excited, which is a relief to you, quickly moving to follow. “Sounds like a plan. I love that kind of stuff.”

You grin, shaking your head. “I know. It’ll be our first date.”

His grin widens, and you have a feeling this will be the most fun first date you’ve been on… probably ever.

[aftg-random-fun]

5 times Andrew, Neil and Kevin were mistaken for Vampires plus 1 time they meant to be Vampires.

1.

Andrew was going to a meet up with Neil and Kevin. They had agreed to meet at a local coffee shop since they all were going to be coming from different classes on campus. When Andrew got there he saw his junkie and Kevin huddled in a booth exchanging notes on an exy match on Kevin’s phone. Andrew got his hot chocolate and cookies before joining them in the booth.

Neil scooted over to give him room while continuing to argue over something only strikers care about. Andrew just sat watching them as he enjoyed his treat. Neil had a red smoothie and Kevin did as well. Kevin was wearing sunglasses inside which Andrew guessed was to not be recognized even though if one looks hard enough they would recognize him. Neil had stolen another of Andrew’s shirts which Andrew was not staring at, thank you very much.

“I have a-” an employee started to say before looking at the occupants of the booth. “Are you vampires?!” They gasped.

Andrew quirked an eyebrow before looking at the other two. Neil had red smoothie running from his mouth and Kevin was being Kevin. “What?” Kevin asked.

“Sorry, just you look like Twilight vampires! Here’s the sandwich, enjoy!” The employee retreated quickly.

“What’s Twilight?” Neil asked after cleaning up his smoothie and Kevin grabbing his lunch. Andrew sipped his hot chocolate and shook his head. Who knew dim lights and black outfits could get people called vampires in broad daylight.

2.

Neil had managed to rope both Kevin and Andrew into going on a run with him. Andrew looked like he regretted it immediately after agreeing, but with both Kevin and Neil looking excited, Neil more so, Andrew ran with them. Neil already made peace with the fact it would be a shorter run than his usual one, but he had running buddies today.

Neil was leading the little group through the city. Neil turned around to jog backwards to watch the other two. Andrew and Kevin were doing their usual bit of play fighting with Kevin telling Andrew how he should play exy with more heart. Neil snorted and Andrew glanced his way so Neil winked.

“Neil, watch out!” Kevin called. Neil glanced at him before turning around only to come face to face with movers carrying packages into a store.

Next thing Neil knows is that he’s on the ground with one of the movers and there is a box that is open. Kevin sneezed a few times so Neil looked up to him. “You two are covered in glitter!” Neil notes.

“Look at yourself, Junkie,” Andrew said. Neil looked down.

“Well, that’s not great.” Neil pulled his shirt to look closer at the sparkles.

“Here let me help you.” Kevin said as he helped the mover up. Andrew began attempting to scoop up the salvageable glitter. As Kevin made sure the mover was alright Neil began to help Andrew attempt to collect the spilled glitter.

“What’s taking so long?” A lady asked as she stepped out of the store. She paused taking in the scene. “Barry, you need to seriously start tying your shoe laces.” The lady shook her head at the mover. “Well come on,”

Barry tied his laces. Andrew glanced from the box to the store. Sighing he grabbed the box and paused. “Where do I put this?”

“Inside. What do I need to invite you inside? What are you vampires? Ha!” The lady walked inside again.

“I don’t feel like going in there now.” Andrew said as handed the box to Barry the mover. Barry stumbled before heading inside.

With the glitter disaster over with, the three began to jog again. “If only that server at the coffee shop could see us now, they’d be thinking we really are Twilight vampires.” Kevin stated as they stopped for a cross walk light.

“Will someone tell me what Twilight is?!” Neil asked as the light changed for them to continue on. Andrew shrugged and Kevin hummed.

3.

Somehow Matt and Nicky were cooking together in Kevin’s room kitchenette. Kevin was watching them fight over what spices to add into their concoction with apprehension. He knew that they were cooking in here to avoid Aaron making a dinner for Katelyn in his room and Renee and Dan were teaching Allison how to make a specific grilled cheese variation that Kevin didn’t understand. Neil and Andrew were still in the bedroom leaving Kevin on the bean bags.

“What are you guys making?” Kevin asked again.

“It’s going to be a surprise!” Nicky cheered.

“Hey where is the spice drawer?” Matt asked as he opened random cupboards.

Kevin scrunched up his nose. “Spice drawer?”

“Tsk!” Nicky clicked at Kevin. “Matt, it’s the highest one,” Nicky replied. Matt nodded and grabbed and armful.

“What’s going on in here?” Neil asked as he opened the bedroom door. Andrew poked his head out behind him trying to get a look.

“We’re making you guys dinner!” Matt replied smiling at Neil. “It’s another meal that you probably didn’t get a chance to try earlier so we’re going to remedy that!” As Matt was talking he was adding a spice without realizing the lid was not screwed on tightly.

Next thing Kevin knew it felt like he was being engulfed by a cloud of garlic. “I need to get out of here!” He said with a wheeze as he got up. Nicky turned on the oven fan without flinching in the same time that Andrew and Neil were heading to the front door.

“What are you guys? Vampires?” Nicky asked.

“It’s just a bit of garlic,” Matt added.

“I need fresh air.” Kevin stated as he exited the room with Neil and Andrew.

When they could take a breath without feeling overwhelmed Andrew asked, “What were they making that called for that much garlic?”

4.

“Oh! Look at this!” Neil pointed at a large mirror in the thrift store they were browsing. The team had decided to look around the town they were visiting before going back to campus after their match. Somehow they all ended up in an old department store converted into a multi story antique mall.

“I hope you aren’t thinking of getting it for what I think you are!” Kevin bemoaned as he trailed after Neil. Andrew flipped him the bird in the mirror.

Neil looked at the price tag. “Yeesh!” The others looked over his shoulder at the tag as well. “That’s a ridiculous amount!”

Kevin inspected the tag. “It says it’s a trick mirror somehow, maybe there is a switch?” He walked behind the mirror to inspect it more.

After hearing a clink Andrew blinked. “Uh, what the fuck?” He turned to Neil. “Did our reflections disappear?!” Neil nodded.

“Andrew what did you say?” Kevin asked as he came back around to the front. “That is disturbing!”

“Whatever you touched back there must have done this, but how?” Neil peered closer to the mirror. Andrew waved his arms and Kevin moved another item behind them. “That is so bizarre,”

“There you three are! Coach said it’s time to-“ Allison dropped her purse.

“What’s going on up there?” Renee called from the stairwell.

“Renee, you have to see this! They don’t have reflections!” Allison stared at the mirror and then back to the boys. Kevin walked back behind the mirror right as Renee appeared.

“Oh, wow! It’s like they’re vampires!” Renee laughed. Kevin reversed whatever he did originally and the mirror went back to its unassuming state. “As cool as that is we have to go.” Renee picked up Allison’s purse and helped her down the stairs even if their heights made it a bit difficult.

The boys followed suit. “How many times does that make it?” Kevin wondered.

“Four times being called vampires and one wack-a-doodle mirror,” Andrew replied.

“Imagine seeing that mirror at Eden’s when you’re drunk!” Neil snorted as he scampered down the stairs ahead of the others. Kevin scrunched his nose at the idea. Andrew shot a text to Roland about the interesting mirror and Neil’s idea.

5.

“Remember to put sunscreen on!” Wymack announced as he pulled the bus into the beach parking. “If you don’t have any I can spray you down as you get off the bus. Remember to be back before sunset and drink water!” He gave his foxes each a look. He grabbed his bottles of sunscreen and got off the bus to wait for the ones who wanted to be sprayed.

As the bus emptied out Andrew put on his lotion sunscreen and had Neil help him with his shoulder blades. Kevin and Neil also used the lotion because Andrew looked displeased when they mentioned he was being a mother hen so he squirted the bottle at them both. “It looks like a real scorcher,” Neil commented.

“Luckily I brought umbrellas.” Kevin said as he pulled them out. He handed one the Andrew and one to Neil. “Let’s go see where they set up camp.” Kevin said as he stood up and made his way forward. Andrew and Neil followed. Wymack was ready to spray them until Andrew held up his bottle. Wymack nodded and bent to grab his beach bag.

When he raised up again the trio had opened their umbrellas and were walking in a line. Wymack raised an eyebrow. “Are those black umbrellas?”

Only Neil glanced up as if just noticing the color. “You expected rainbows?”

Wymack shook his head and joined their journey to the beach where the others had made camp. Nicky had roped Matt and Dan into making a makeshift canopy with towels and Aaron was sitting underneath it tying a rope to keep the creation grounded. Allison was having her hair done by Renee. Since Allison was facing towards the bus, she was the first to notice them. “Why do you have black umbrellas?”

“To prevent sun burn,” Kevin explained.

“You look like vampires trying to fit into society from a movie.” Aaron said as he walked over. Andrew bent down and grabbed a handful of sand. He threw it at his twin. Aaron paused before tackling Andrew.

Almost immediately it was a sand fight. Dan threw some at Matt, Nicky was dodging terribly, Allison and Renee teamed up against Kevin, and Neil was being his chaotic self. Wymack stood on the side sighing. He could only imagine how much the bus would need to be vacuumed after this. Just as he was about to turn around he got hit in the chest. “Uhh, oops?” Kevin said with a shrug.

Wymack grinned and tackled Kevin into the sand and gave him a noogie. “Hey kid what’s that about?” He asked before getting hit again with sand. Looking at Kevin and smiling he said, “Alright let’s get them!”

The foxes had sand appearing everywhere for weeks afterward.

+1

“Why do we have to dress up?” Neil groaned as Andrew finished up tying his tie. When Andrew stepped back to look at his handy work he nodded in approval.

“Because Allison wanted to host a monster movie marathon party and threatened us with her heels if we didn’t show up in costume.” Kevin answered from the common room bean bag. Neil scowled.

“Yes or no?” Andrew asked with a hand on Neil’s necktie.

“It’s always yes with you.” Neil smiled.

“Until it isn’t.” Andrew reminded before kissing Neil. When he pulled back he pushed Neil’s face to the side, “Stop looking at me with those eyes. Come on.” Andrew offered his hand to Neil which Neil took with a smile.

“Finally!” Kevin said standing up as the two exited their room. They stood looking at each other.

“Unbelievable!” Andrew rolled his eyes.

“It’s not that bad,” Neil tried. “Plus there is no time to change. Allison is expecting us.” They made their way to the girls’ room.

When they knocked on the door Renee called to say it was open. As the trio entered they saw a room full of sparkles. “Remember we have to get a group photo tonight!” Renee said from the kitchenette.

“I thought you said come as vampires?” Neil asked.

“Well we’re watching Twilight so I assumed you knew what version I meant or one of those two would explain.” Allison said as she handed solo cups to each of them. “You guys look like penguins in those.” She looked them up and down. Allison was paler and sparklier than usual and in a hipster outfit. The others all had been glitter bombed as well. Neil thought the glitter was from Allison and Katelyn since he saw the cheerleader making bat wings on Dan’s face on the countertop.

“What’s Twilight?!” Neil asked.

“Oh no…” Kevin headed straight to the vodka. Andrew pulled Neil to the floor with the best line of sight to the TV. “Do you guys want any before I take the rest?” A chorus of ‘No Thanks’ sounded off. Kevin sat by Aaron who was discussing a strategy idea with Nicky and Matt.

The girls all began settling into their seats as well. Nicky gave Katelyn his seat so she could sit with Aaron. Allison stayed standing after the others sat down to announce the rules of the night. “Every time Bella has or mentions a cactus or Arizona you take a shot, every time Edward breaks a law Newton or legal, and lastly when Bella has no thoughts. Everyone got it?” Allison waited a beat for confirmation. “Good, here we go!” She hit play and sat next to Renee.

Neil settled in with both the solo cup with the unknown drink and the pop Andrew had stashed in his cape. Neil felt safe to drink with the group if he chose to that night. As the night wore on the group became less and less coherent. The last clear part of the movie Neil remembered was that the werewolf cut his hair. By the time the movie ended nobody was able to remember to get a photo of the group.

As the group that was able to dispersed Andrew overheard Renee. “You were right. They do look like waddling penguins!” Andrew shook his head and led his two idiots back to their room.

End

Inspired by a conversation with @notprocrastinatingatalltoday

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Kevin, we need to talk!! Part 2

Word count 809

WARNING ⚠️ READER FINDS KEVINS PLANS TO SHOOT UP THEIR SCHOOL!!!

“SHIT, babe, wake up,” Kevin yelled, jumping out of the bed. You yawned and opened your eyes. “What’s going on,” you asked? “My mom is home, I just heard her car door,” Kevin said as he threw his clothes back on.”Oh fuck,” you said jumping up and scrambling to find your clothes. “You get dressed, I’m going to go distract my mom. I’ll text you when it’s okay to come downstairs,” Kevin said as he shut the door behind him.

You got dressed and sat down at Kevin’s desk. Leaning all the way back you knocked the back of the chair into the dresser that was next to it. You heard something hit the floor. Swiveling the chair around you noticed that a notebook had been knocked free from between the desk and his dresser. Shimmying your hand into the gap, you grabbed it. You were just going to put it back, but the cover said KEEP OUT, and let’s be honest you’d never been good at following instructions.

You opened the notebook and found a list of your classmates, noting that they were all the super popular, and super smart kids. You flipped to the next page and found a sketched diagram of the school with all the exits marked. You were starting to get a sinking feeling in your stomach. The next page was a drawing of metal bike locks and a bow and arrow. You knew that Kevin loved archery, and he was very good at it. It was actually the reason you’d noticed him.

He’d been on the archery field at school, his face had been in such a state of concentration. The way his shirt rode up his stomach when he pulled the bowstring. He was gorgeous.

You flipped to the next page and your entire world came crashing down. There in black and white was a full laid out plan to shoot up the school with his bow and arrows. There was even a part about using the metal bike locks to lock the students in. You sat there staring at the notebook in your lap, you couldn’t breathe.

“Babe? I texted you. My mom is bringing in groceries. So if we head down now we can just pretend we were in the living room the whole time,” Kevin said as he walked into the room. You jumped up and the notebook went flying across the room. Kevin walked over and picked it up. “Where did you get this,” Kevin asked, as if he didn’t know exactly where you’d gotten it from. “I knocked the chair into your desk and it fell,” you said. Kevin looked pissed, more pissed than you’d ever seen him. Even more pissed than when Nathan Mercer had grabbed your ass in the hallway. He slowly walked over to the desk and put it back where it came from. All the while you stayed against the far wall, unsure of what to do. "Kevin? P-please tell me that’s not what I think it is,” you said, stuttering. Kevin sighed. “I think you should go,” he said sitting down on his bed. “What? No! Kevin, please talk to me,” you said. “No please go,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said crossing your arms. “Y/N, GET OUT,” he yelled causing you to jump. “Why,” you asked biting back tears. “BECAUSE IF YOU DON’T GO I’M GOING TO HURT YOU, AND FOR SOME FUCKING REASON I DON’T WANT TO DO THAT ANYMORE!! SO DO US BOTH A FAVOR AND GET THE FUCK OUT,” Kevin roared. You quickly grabbed all your stuff and ran out of his room and down the stairs. Tears were clouding your vision and you nearly collided with his mom bringing in groceries. You muttered an apology and ran out the door. “Y/N? Are you okay, sweetheart,” she yelled after you. But you didn’t turn around, you just kept running until you got to your car. You jumped in throwing your things into the passenger seat. Starting the car you pealed out of his drive way, not even bothering to put on your seat belt.

“What did he mean by he doesn’t want to hurt me, anymore,” you said aloud. Then it suddenly made sense. When you had first started trying to talk to Kevin he was very cold towards you. Almost like he hated you. Every time you tried to talk to him he always seemed angry even if he’d been smiling or laughing just before. You’d almost given up trying to ask him out entirely when out of nowhere he had asked you out. “Was he planning on hurting me,” you asked yourself out loud? It was then you realized that the rumors were true, Kevin Khatchadourian was in fact a sociopath. You were in love with a sociopath. You had just lost your virginity to a sociopath.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Are you comfortable with writing an NSFW fic?

If so, could you do something like Michael has a little “problem” before going on stage and he needs Reader to help him get rid of it before he goes out to perform?

If not, you can delete this ask, but I just wanted to ask! Thank you and keep up the good work! :]

Here ya go! I don’t know if I like this, but I don’t hate it!

One day I’ll write something that I’m 100% pleased with, but for now, I hope you enjoy this fic!

Reader is Female!

Warnings: Nsfw, p-in-v, nudity, explicit sex

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Swiping through Twitter, you looked up at the sound of the door opening. Your tall, curly headed boyfriend stepped through the door, an annoyed look across his face. He slung his bag down, sitting beside you on the couch and leaning his head back, sighing deeply. “I fucking hate my job.” he groaned, crossing his arms. You laughed softly, watching him act like a toddler. “Oh, poor love. What’s going on?” you asked, setting your phone to the side. Michael didn’t answer right away, instead staying silent for a moment. He looked to you finally, the annoyance never leaving his face.

“The fucking stage manager is an ass. He wouldn’t even stick around longer than 10 seconds to let any of us know what the hell is supposed to be going on.” the tall man fussed, uncrossing his arms to talk with his hands. You listened as he complained, throwing in your own two cents where it was needed. Letting him vent to you was quickly calming him down, allowing him to get all of his bad emotions out before he had to go on stage.

“Well, sounds like Kevin’s got some talking to to do.” you shrugged, bringing up the idea of getting his band manager to complain. Michael nodded, agreeing with you on the situation. “Maybe I’m turning into a diva. I should quit the band now while we’re ahead.” he joked, nudging you with his arm. You looked at him unamused, rolling your eyes at his joke. “I don’t think you’re a diva. You’re still the same ol’ Michael that used to bring me flowers at 2 in the morning and take me to the graveyard for dates.” you smiled fondly, bringing your hand up to run your fingers through his raven curls.

He sighed at your touch, reaching up to grab your wrist. Michael looked at you, a devilish smirk coming across his face as he pulled you into his lap facing him. Rolling your eyes, you settled down. “The same Michael that’s a damn horndog.” you sighed, causing your boyfriend to chuckle at your words. “Come on, we got plenty of time.” he teased, his cool hands sneaking their way under your shirt. You gave in, leaning down and capturing his lips with yours. Michael’s hands danced over every inch of skin they could touch, running up to cup your breasts over the fabric of your bra. Squeezing softly, he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth when you gasped.

Fighting with you over dominance, your boyfriend moved his hands to your back, snaking them up to your bra clasp. In a moment, he had the buckle undone, the straps beginning to slide down your arms. You broke free from the kiss, discarding your shirt and the unclasped bra before reconnecting with Michael. His hands found purchase on your exposed chest, squeezing at the mounds of flesh. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples, causing a shudder to run down your spine. You moaned into his mouth, trying to keep up with his tongue while being distracted by his hands.

You could feel his erection growing against your thigh, and moved your hips to where your core was pressing against him. Grinding down against him, he released your mouth, muttering a few cusses under his breath. Michael grabbed your hips, bucking up against your actions. “Ugh, I need you. Finishing taking your clothes off.” Michael all but begged, his half lidded eyes looking into yours. You giggled at his neediness, but complied, standing from his lap and immediately discarding your pants. He made himself busy, unzipping his pants and pulling his pants down just enough for his erection to come out.

The head was pink with arousal, precum dripping from the tip already. Straddling his lap again, he caught your lips, this time with more vigor. Reaching between your legs, you grabbed Michael’s cock in your hand, tunning your hand up and down his length oh so deliciously slow. The man whined into your mouth, bucking up into your touch once again. Satisfied at his reaction, you decided to stop teasing him. Directing his tip against your slit, you’re breath hitched as you sunk down onto him, taking him all the way to the hilt.

Breaking from the kiss once again, you rested your forehead against his, both of you panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. Slowly, you raised your hips up, sinking back down on him. His hands gripped your hips again, his fingernails digging into your smooth skin. Repeating the steps, you set a steady rythym, your encouragement being the soft praises that was spilling from his lips. “Fuck… you’re so good. You’re so good to me.” the man beneath you moaned out, fighting his urge to flip you over and take charge.

You kept rocking your hips, sighing and moaning every other thrust. Michael scooted forward suddenly, causing your to fall forward into him. From his new angle, he latched onto one of your nipples, scraping his teeth gently across the pink bud, tongue following behind. With a free hand, he grabbed onto your other tit, squeezing the mound harshly, but not too tight. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, giving you leverage to move faster.

With his unoccupied hand, Michael snuck between your legs, pressing his thumb against your clit and lazily rubbing it. You gasped, a moan following quickly after as the knot started tying in your stomach. His actions continued, your thrusting becoming sloppy as you came upon your orgasm. He finally let go of your nipple, the hand that was on your breast moving to the back of your head, directing your mouth to his. He bucked up against you, his own ograsm coming upon him. With a few more thrusts, you become undone on top of him, your legs shaking from the unexpected excercise and the rippling orgasm shooting through your body. Michael hurriedly lifted you from him, just in time for ropes of cum to decorate your thighs and stomach.

You slouched against him, no doubt getting his own sperm on his clothes. You’d apologize when you caught your breath, but for now, you rested as the soreness in your thighs began to subside. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. The both of you sat there, relishing in each other’s company as you came down from your high. Just as you’re breath was evening out, Michael’s phone started ringing. He reached over and grabbed it, one arm still tucked around your waist as he answered it and raised it to his ear. The phone call wasn’t long, and soon he set his phone back down.

“I gotta go.” he muttered, pressing his lips to your temple. The only answer you gave was a groan, allowing him to sit the both of you up. Shakily standing from his lap, you walked to grab some tissues to wipe his cum from your body before attempting to get dressed. “Sorry for slumping on you like that.” you laughed, pulling your pants up and fastening them. Michael had stood, his frame towering over yours as he fixed his own clothes. His eyes grazed over his front, shrugging at your words. “Don’t worry, it’s not the first time.” he snickered, making his way to the door. He pinched your bottom on the way out, eliciting a squeak from you in response. You made your way out the door after him, running your fingers through your hair to try and settle any unruly hairs. “I’ll get my payback after the show.” he hummed, opening the door for you to stand backstage. You smiled, sitting down in your specific chair to watch him perform from the side. You couldn’t wait for the show to be over to see what payback he was gonna get.