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    The house had grown silent in the late hours of the night, Arthur burning the midnight oil as he was prone to do. Mind running a mile a minute, and not really getting much from late night television, he opted to sit in the office across from Itsuki’s bedroom. At the thought, he found himself glancing toward the slightly ajar bedroom door, letting in a dim bit of light from the one he kept on in the hall for her. Aside from a small conversation about her day and a request for a story from his own, it seemed like she had fallen asleep pretty easily once he had started talking.

    He was never sure if he should take that as a compliment or not when it happened, but at least ONE of them was getting some much needed rest.

    As he could feel his thoughts starting to circle, he let out a small sigh from his nose as he shifted to pull a familiar book from one of the shelves. The pages were starting to become worn with use, Arthur about halfway into his current journal. He flipped open to the current page, a partly complete sketch of their newest addition to the household: an old collie that Itsuki had affectionately named Mochi. As far as he was aware, the old guy was asleep on a chair in the living room.

    Arthur huffed lightly out of his nose at the thought, turning to the blank page and started to scribble down some thoughts.

Itsuki’s growing in so many ways every day. It honestly surprises me sometimes.

I wasn’t the only one who question my decision to adopt a kid at first. Hosea had cast me that uncertain look when I first mentioned it, and the social worker...well, I could never really get a read on them, but somehow I managed to impress someone because here we are.

She’s healthy, hasn’t lost mind or limb. I figure I’m doing something right.

I know I’m not around as much as I wish I was, and Hosea’s been a great help in keeping an eye on her. Teaching her things in that special way he has, which is probably better for her than whatever I can give. Still, I catch the odd eye or word from him about spending more time with her, which I’m trying to do. It must be working, she certainly hasn’t come to hate me or resent me being home when I am. Yet.

Still, I love that kid. The odd nights she opens that bedroom door of mine to tell me about a nightmare or storm outside and we have to stay up a little later until she can sleep again, the way she races to the truck when I pull up to the school (even during the times where I know she’s had to wait for me,) it’s all something I never thought I’d see in my life or know it to be something I would miss if it disappeared.

I want nothing more than to see her happy, and she’s always the brightest person in the room when she is. If I can help with that, that’s all I want.

Though, maybe what’s best for her is me getting some sleep so I’m not spacey and distracted with her tomorrow.

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    “Could’ve certainly picked a worse night for this,” Arthur commented, casting a glance upwards.

    The sun had dipped below the horizon, the sky cast in a blanket of stars as the orange glow of the fire he had built cast him and his companion in a warm light. A rabbit was slowly roasting over the flames, something he had hunted earlier for the coming night. Thankfully, he had been getting better with a bow. It had saved him the embarrassment of picking out shell casings from the meat in front of her, at the very least. He dropped his gaze back down, watching the fire for a few moments before he glanced toward her.

    “I’ve certainly had worse company ‘round a fire, too. Some folks are more likely t’ greet you with a barrel of a gun shoved against the back of your head, but...nah, y’ don’t seem the type. I know you been fightin’ things in different ways, though. Kid’s always goin’ on ‘bout how STRONG y’ are, and I can see why. Life...life’s got a funny way ‘f workin’ things out. Lots ‘f good things happenin’ out there, yet there’s a lotta bad happenin’ t’ folk who don’t deserve it. Whatever good’s out there, I know it’s due t’ come your way. Hell, I’d give ya some of mine--lord knows I ain’t done anythin’ t’ deserve it.”

    He let out a vaguely humorous huff, glancing back to the fire for a moment before meeting her gaze once again.

    “Guess what I’m tryin’ t’ say is that there’s a lot of people out there who are on your side. Can’t get too far in life without people y’ can trust, and you’ve proved time and again that you’re one of those who can be that for someone, and it’s a fool who don’t see that and won’t return it. Y’ deserve more than y’ get, much as that might not mean much from someone like me. Y’ got a lotta fight in y’, and you’ve never had a point a gun t’ prove it. Folks see that.”

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I remember seeing Itsuki for the first time all those years ago, and jokingly I was like “who’s lost child is this?” lol

However, I can honestly say with my whole heart that I am so glad to have been introduced to her character. However, I can’t say much to how she is portrayed on her blog, as I am...completely unfamiliar from the media she is from. (And considering some of the horror stories I’ve heard about the fandom, I’m very content with hers being the only blog I follow from it lol.) Yet, I feel like I’ve known her character for so long through how often she’s appeared on my blogs and all the relationships I’ve built with her through my own characters. Good, bad, everything.

Itsuki is such a strong character in not just physical prowess, but strength of will and mind too. No matter what blog I am on, I can almost always trust her to be this force of optimism and child-like joy and curiosity. Even on a blog of mine starring a certain baptist, even in the face of someone who wouldn’t appreciate her for who she is, somehow Itsuki still manages to handle that in a way that is both absolutely a joy to write with and great to play off of.

I know I’ve said it before, but often I do find myself thinking about how a character would interact with her when I am making a blog. Not only is it me trying to make room for interaction, but it is also good for general character development. She has become such a staple on my blogs, which honestly rarely happens and for as long as it has with her.

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Becka!!

Much like you wrote in this section for me, I am also sorry this took so long because I also wanted to make sure everything sounded right. Especially after coming off a long semester of university, I’ve been trying to come back into my writing. Lol Honestly, what can I say about you that I haven’t said a million times? I always say this, yet I know it bares repeating because I know everything I feel about you to be wholly the truth. You are such a great friend, and even when you’re not feeling like you are, or you are in the middle of a falling out, or stuck ruminating on something that didn’t work out with someone, I know for a fact that you have done your absolute best in that friendship. I know you have done nothing but show me support, love, and a deep kindness since the day I met you and I know I can say absolutely that you are one of my best friends.

Hell, I know even my family asks about you sometimes because I know I’ve mentioned having our late night talks often enough. Lol I know you have helped me through so much, even in things you may not even be aware of. Being able to write with you, knowing that you’re out there doing you and being awesome, it’s everything I could ask for in a friend. It’s 3 am while I’m writing this so idk if I’m rambling like mad here, but I have a lot of feelings for you. Lol Mostly, I’m just grateful. That you exist, that we’re as close as we are, for the conversations we do have. I love you a TON, and I hope you know that. I ALWAYS want you to know that, even in the deepest darkest pits you may fall in.

I am always happy to see you, to talk with you, to write with you. I love you, and you’re always in my thoughts and I hope nothing but the best for you and I’m always so excited and happy when I do see that happening for you.

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“All in our heads”- Tommy Conlon x reader

Summary: sometimes, despite being mostly all in your head, insecurities can find their way to plague your life. And we all have them, we just have to learn how to deal with them.

Word count:7.200 +

Tw: super long, angst but fluff at end

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The had a wonderful night. The long overdue dinner she had organized with her friends had been a success. Everyone had fun and by the looks they gave her, y/n knew that they all loved Tommy. They only had been going out for a couple of months but she knew that if he couldn’t coexist with her friends, he wasn’t the right one. However, she couldn’t help but let the fuzzy feeling the comfort her friends gave her be shimmered down by a nasty thought. At first, y/n thought it was all in her head. It wasn’t that Frances was all over Tommy, it was just the way she was. And no, Tommy wasn’t into her, he was just being polite by engaging in a conversation with her. A conversation that lasted almost all night but whatever. It was all in her head. 

So when Frances had stumbled out of the bar and almost fell on her face and Tommy was quick to grab her, y/n didn’t think anything of it. And neither did she oppose when  Frances asked him for a lift home. She did live closer to Tommy and Olivia, who was driving, would have had to make an almost half an hour drive to bring her home.

However, now that it had come the time to say goodbye, y/n wasn’t feeling so sure in letting them go home alone. But it had already been all said and done and she didn’t want to appear clingy. She trusted Tommy. What was nagging her, was that she also knew Frances. And yes, they were friends but she was known to be the flirty one of the group. That didn’t necessarily mean that she’d actively flirted with their boyfriends but y/n and the other girls could never tell if she was just being herself or was really interested in the guy. And what if Tommy ended up liking her? Y/n didn’t think that Frances was Tommy’s type but she also didn’t believe attraction to be an exact science.

Eyes on their retreating silhouettes, y/n quickly went over their interactions at dinner and concluded that maybe she wasn’t exaggerating after all.

“She wants him.” Keeping her eyes on them, she talked to her friends that were behind her. She was starting to regret her decision to let Tommy bring Frances home. However, she knew that without trust, this relationship was doomed to fail even before it started.

“He doesn’t though. That’s what you need to focus on.” Olivia’s hand patted her shoulder to reassure her and letting out a sigh, y/n turned around knowing she was right.

She had to trust that nothing would happen between him and Frances, she told herself. Thinking back to the night, she got over every bit of his interaction with her to see if there was anything she’d missed that could prove to her that she was just overreacting. Frances was the kind of girl that loved to be at the centre of the attention, especially male’s ones. Tommy was attractive, it was obvious to everyone except for him maybe, but y/n knew that Frances liked him. She had been onto him all night long. Sitting in front of him, she had managed to keep him in an exclusive conversation with her since the moment they sat down. Sat on his right, y/n had been an involuntary witness. Now, of course, she hadn’t been focused on them the whole night. She had gone out to enjoy some time with her friends after all. But she could see the malicious twinkle in Frances'eyes every time she looked at him. The subtle smirk on her face when she’d say something that had drawn even the littlest of chuckles from Tommy. He wasn’t the talkative type so she did most of the talking but, thinking back to it now, y/n knew that he had kept his eyes on her for the entirety of their conversation. He was drawn to her, y/n realized in horror.

Tommy wasn’t one to show his feelings or emotion vocally but it was the little things that gave him away. And listening to you and paying attention, were some of the ways he’d show that he was interested.

How could she have not noticed that he was into her? 

Climbing into her friend’s car, y/n also came to another disheartening realisation: Tommy hadn’t spared her a glance. She had dolled up for him, trying to look cute for him she had put together a daring outfit that was out of her comfort zone. She had opted for a see-through white hoodie and a lacy black bra paired with tight black jeans and heeled black boots. It wasn’t her go-to kind of look but she’d chosen it to (maybe) get a reaction out of him. Usually, Tommy was always ready to shower her with compliments whenever they’d go out. She didn’t know, however, that it’d be pointless since all Tommy had had eyes for that night was Frances.

Becka shook y/n a little to get her attention. They were in front of her house and she hadn’t even noticed. Thanking Olivia for the ride home, y/n numbly made her way out of the car and eventually into her house. She got ready for bed since it was almost two in the morning, but deep down y/n knew that she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t talk with Tommy first. 

She tried to, mind you. She got into the bed, tucked herself into the sheets, tried to focus on the fresh smell of the sheets, she even tried to count the sheep, but nothing worked. She needed to know, otherwise, she’d spend the night tossing and turning. Tommy had sent her a text to let her know that he had arrived home safe and sound like he usually did. So y/n knew he was home, she just hoped that he wouldn’t mind too much being woken for this. If he even heard the phone ringing, that is.

“What’s going on?” Luckily for her, he did. His voice was filled with tiredness and as she feared, she had woken him up. 

“Everything alright with Frances?”

“Yeah,” his voice trailed and the sound of shuffling filled her ears, “ you called me at two in the morning to ask me that?”

“Well, not exactly,” clearing her voice, she thought it best to stop batting around the bush. Speaking with Tommy had never been a problem for her. Not even in the beginning when she barely knew him. However, she was now finding it incredibly hard to ask him a simple question.

“Y/n?”

“Do you like her, Tommy?” The words tipped out of y/n’s mouth before she could second-guess herself.

“What?”

“You know what? This is stupid, forget it. I’m sorry I woke you up, goodnight Tommy,” y/n backfired quickly ending the call. Letting the phone fall at her side, she was now beginning to regret calling him.  Did she get the answer she needed? No. Did it change anything? No, apart from the fact that she was now feeling stupid too. Calling him in the middle of the night just because she was feeling self-conscious and feared that he liked another girl? C’mon y/n, you know better.

Great, as if the situation wasn’t already ideal, she had started talking to herself too. From good to better. All this mental activity and self-fustigation were proving to be good at something for she was starting to doze off. However, as her eyes fluttered close and her breath was about to settle, a noise startled her. A noise she knew too well: little stones were being thrown at her window. Someone was trying to get her attention and despite her almost asleep state, she knew who it was.

Only stopping to get her coat, y/n hurriedly got out of her house hoping that no one had heard the noise. She didn’t care that she was in her pyjamas with most certainly crazy hair, she could only think of getting out of this terrible cold and inside Tommy’s car.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you. You call me in the middle of the night when I know for a fact that you sleep like a log. I got worried.”

“You didn’t have to, Tommy. This could have waited ‘till morning.”

“Could it?”

“I acted on impulse, alright? I was thinking about it and I needed to know, that’s why I called you.”

“Why were you thinking about it?” But y/n was tired of getting around it, she was saying the truth when she told him that she needed to know. So she asked him a question of her own.

“Do you?”

“Do I what, y/n?” It seemed that Tommy still wanted to play games, however, she was having none of it. With a pointed look, she silently asked him to stop playing around.

Shuffling in his seat, Tommy nervously scratched his beardless face before scrolling his shoulders and muttering a quiet no. But it didn’t convince y/n in the least.

“Do you find her attractive?” She insisted, noticing how uncomfortable Tommy was. She fought against the little voice inside her head that was taking all these little gestures of his as proof. Until he confessed with words, there was still a chance that she could have misread the whole situation. She felt pathetic for hanging so tightly onto a slight possibility, but whatever. The game was still on.

“Why are you asking me this, y/n?”

“Why are you avoiding the question, Tommy?”

For a while, they just stared at each other. Y/n with a slight accusation in her eyes while Tommy looked like a scared kitten. He didn’t know what to do. He felt put on the spot and didn’t know how to react. This was why he didn’t do relationships. They were messy and complicated. But then again, she was asking a simple question and trusting him enough that he would tell the truth. Tommy, on the other hand, knew that he couldn’t do that. If he did, it would only cause troubles and his life was already complicated as it was.

“I saw how you were looking at her tonight,” she started, hoping that by taking the lead he’d be prompted  in answering her question earnestly as well, “ and then how you let her touch you and how your hands were all over her too.” Looking away and staring at her feet that were suddenly so interesting, she tried to find the right words to express her thoughts. “I always thought you were a private guy. Reserved and not very affectionate. People show their affection in different ways and so I thought that yours were not the touchy type. You never complain when I shower you with affection so I accepted this as the way our relationship was.” “But, you have never touched me the way you touched her tonight.”

“She was drunk and could barely stand on her feet,” he defended himself.

“Are you saying that that’s the only way you’ll ever touch me or is it just an excuse to avoid telling me that the reason why you’re not touching me is that you’re not attracted to me?” Her tone got sharper as she kept speaking, her head whipped towards him. But again, she got no response. Tommy did only stare back at her.

“Look, Tommy,” sighing she continued, “ you can’t really control who you’re attracted to, right?” She stared back at him, “I just want to know.”

“You’re right, I’m not very affectionate. Not in the normal sense, anyway.” “And yes, I think she’s attractive.” “My hands were not all over her tho’, I was just helping her out.”

Now that she had got what she wanted, she should feel accomplished. However, she was left feeling only more confused. He admitted that he did find her attractive but that wasn’t why he had touched her. Maybe the last point was true, maybe she had exaggerated a little. But there was still the fact that he liked her.

“Is this why you were so into her during dinner?”

“She talked and I listened, that’s it.” 

She scoffed. “You’ve only had eyes for her Tommy, can you at least admit that?”

“That ain’t true, she was in front of me, where was I supposed to look?”

“I was at your side Tommy, not that far away.” she muttered before asking, “Did you like my outfit?”

“It was nice.” But she knew he was lying.

“What was I wearing?” Y/n insisted, if there was something she hated, it was liars.

“Y/n c’mon, I never remember what you wear.” He groaned trying to come out of this clean.

“Maybe, but you always tell me I’m beautiful.” she smiled shyly tearing her eyes away from him, feeling a little stupid after saying that.

“You always look beautiful, y/n. You don’t need me to say it.” Chuckling with mirth, she shook her head, reading through the lines of what he was saying.

“You can’t remember because you didn’t look at me, Tommy. Not even once during the whole evening.” she pointed out. Tommy, again, didn’t deny nor confirm but at this point, he didn’t need to. 

Nodding to herself, she stared at her hands curled on her lap. Now that the truth was out, she needed to make a choice. Stay with him and convince herself that nothing really happened or part ways with him. The thing in itself could be perceived as something small and not worthy of a break-up, this much y/n knew. Of course, you can’t expect your partner to not find other women or men attractive just because they were in a relationship. And she had been honest when she told him that we can’t control who we’re attracted to. And yeah, that tickled her biggest insecurity but it didn’t bother her that much. She wouldn’t break up with him solely for that. What did bother her though, was that this attraction he felt was, in some way, getting in the way of their relationship. He wasn’t attracted to some Instagram model, Frances was part of Y/n’s group. And even if Tommy had said that he was just helping her out and that’s why he had touched her, y/n couldn’t ignore the fact that, for whatever reason, he had never really touched her. Were the two things connected? She didn’t know, she could only speculate because Tommy hadn’t answered her. Was it possible that she was just overreacting? That this was just how he was and she was creating a problem where there wasn’t one because she couldn’t ask him something that she knew he couldn’t give her and then construct a case on the fact. But was it what she was doing? Or were her concerns legitimate? 

Tommy shifting slightly on his seat brought y/n back. She was overthinking this. The only way she could sort this out was by talking to him. Turning her head slightly she peeked at him from the corner of her eyes. She knew that Tommy wasn’t a talker and she had a feeling that she wouldn’t get much more out of him tonight. It was getting late or well early, anyway so maybe it was best to discuss this again after a night’s sleep.

“Thank you for coming by, Tommy. And for your honesty but I think it’s best if we save this for tomorrow.” Her voice startled him a bit, he was also lost in his thoughts. Y/n then went to open the car door to get out of it just as his hand reached out to hers.

“Wait,” Tommy’s voice halted her and he waited for her to turn around before speaking again, “are we good?” The honesty and the innocence of the question made her heart tighten and she wanted nothing more than to tell him that everything was fine. But he had been honest with her so she owed him the same treatment.

“I don’t know,” y/n whispered reluctantly looking into his eyes. She went to get out again but he pulled her gently to him before she could.

“At least give me a kiss,” he muttered shyly while his eyes flickered to her lips. He knew that she was hurt and still hadn’t made up her mind about what to do, but at the same time, he knew that if she kissed him it meant that she wasn’t that mad and that things were going to be alright eventually. So when she just stroked his cheek gently, looking at his lips with what he recognised as longing, and then pulled away from him, he felt his breath get stuck in his lungs. She hadn’t allowed herself to kiss him.  Otherwise, she would have forgiven him too quickly. But this matter was important and she needed to sort her head out and understand how she felt about it before she could allow him to swap her off her feet with a kiss.

Watching her walk back to her house, Tommy knew that things were about to get rocky. He felt like this was his fault but at the same time, he felt clean enough to say that he hadn’t done anything. He did think that Frances was attractive but he hadn’t acted out on the feeling. Yes, thinking about it, he could see why y/n said that he had only had eyes for her at dinner. Was it because he was pulled to her? Not exactly. The girl had talked his ears off all evening and the only reason why he put up with it was that y/n was sitting right beside him. Anchoring him, calming him. If there was something y/n had gotten right was that he wasn’t affectionate. He very rarely would wrap his arm around her, or hold her hand in his or put his hand on her thigh when they were sitting next to each other but it wasn’t because he was too taken by Frances that he didn’t even notice y/n beside him. In all fairness, Tommy had never thought that she’d want him to do something like that. Y/n was very shy and reserved too so when they’d walk together or stand close to each other, she would keep her distance so he took it as a sign that told him that she didn’t want to be touched. It seemed like they both thought the same thing and instead of respecting the other’s boundaries like they thought they were doing, they were only driving each other apart. 

Tommy had a half mind to get out of the car and make her come down again but looking at the time on the dashboard, he thought against it. Tomorrow was almost here anyway, he could wait another couple of hours. Pulling out of her driveway, he knew that sleep wasn’t an option anymore. Better to put this time to use and think about the right words to say, he guessed.

The following day

They say that night brings good counsel. It certainly didn’t bring sleep to either of them. Y/n couldn’t help but overthink the whole situation trying to figure out if she could work this out with him or if this was one of those things she wasn’t willing to accept. On the other side, Tommy had spent the night trying to think of the next step. Even though he thought he hadn’t done anything wrong, he was smart enough to know that he was in a tough spot. He didn’t regret telling the truth because he knew that y/n deserved it and that she’d be more willing to work it out if he was. However, no matter if honesty was the best policy, it still had some repercussions. He could only hope that they weren’t irreparable. 

So, his whole working out routine was spent thinking. He knew that he cared about her and that being in a relationship meant that there would be some rough times. And while he hadn’t expected them to happen so early in the relationship, he still thought that y/n was worth the hassle that the inevitable confrontation would bring. It was now around lunchtime and he still hadn’t come up with a speech. 

Since it was Thursday, he knew that she’d be leaving university in about an hour. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, Tommy didn’t want to get used to the heavy feeling that had taken over his heart since last night, so he opted for picking her up. Luckily he had enough time to go back home, change and still make it on time for the end of her lessons.

And he did make it on time, he was even early so he got out of the car and leaned on its hood to wait for her- this way he was sure that y/n would see him. There wasn’t a bell that went off, signalling to everyone that the day was over. Maybe it was because the lessons had so many different timetables that it was impossible to stay behind them all. Tommy didn’t know any of y/n’s classmates so when he started seeing people walking out of the building, he couldn’t guess if y/n was about to come out too. Oh well, he thought, he’ll have to wait and look out for her. He kept his eyes on the crowd and felt himself cringe when they fell onto Frances’ face. He was about to look away and hide in his car but it was too late, she spotted him. She instantly smiled at him and made her way over to him while Tommy looked frantically over her shoulders hoping, praying, not to see y/n.  

Time was not his best friend today though, because as soon as he tore his eyes away from the crowd to greet Frances that was now in front of him , y/n walked out of the building and was making her way towards where they were standing since Tommy had parked right in front of the University entry. He had done it so that he wouldn’t miss her walking out but now that things weren’t going according to plan, he actually regretted the choice. Y/n was talking with Olivia so she didn’t immediately see them. Of course, she was bound to and when she did she stopped dead in her tracks. 

She… she didn’t know what to think. They had parted on the shared thought of talking the following day but she hadn’t expected him to come to pick her. If he even had come for her because by the look of it, it didn’t seem so. Maybe she really had been stupid in letting him off the hook partly and even considering staying with him. She tried to not make a big deal out of his attraction to Frances thinking that it was somewhat normal but now? Seeing them together? She found that she couldn’t just walk past this. They needed to address this problem and talk it through, however… did they really have to? Wasn’t it clear enough that Tommy was interested in Frances? At this point, what good does it do to talk? He had made his decision, it seems.

“Y/n…” Olivia warned her. She knew her friend well and looking at her staring at the couple, she was certain of what she was thinking. And while she found the whole situation a bit disturbing and unusual, she knew that Tommy did care for y/n and that the only way to solve this was to talk it through. But by the look on her face, it seemed that y/n had already made her mind up .

“You have to distract them,” y/n instructed her.

“What?”

“Please, I can’t do this right now. I need to walk past them without them seeing me.” Yes, Olivia thought that this wasn’t the best way to deal with the situation but y/n was her best friend, and she’d always support her. 

“Okay,” she conceded, “but just so you know, I do not approve of this,” she let her know before instructing her to meet her at the car. And then Olivia turned around and walked toward Tommy and Frances. While she was too busy talking about god knows what, Tommy was still looking around. Olivia could only imagine who he was looking for, but she had a pretty good idea. This only proved that she was right. But she knew that other than giving y/n her input on the situation, she had to leave it to her. Even if it meant watching her crush into the wall of her mistakes. Then she’d pick her up and dry her tears but for now, she’ll play along.

“Hey, guys. Frances, I thought you had already left.” Addressing her directly, Olivia moved so that the University entrance where y/n was standing was not in their line of sight anymore. She didn’t even bother hearing Frances’ response, once she had checked that y/n had slipped away unnoticed, she quickly said her goodbyes.

“Oh would you look at the time, I need to go.” And just like that, she left them and walked quickly over where her car was and where y/n was waiting for her. Unaware but unbothered by the two's reaction to her weird behaviour, Olivia almost laughed when she saw how y/n had tried to disguise herself.

“Are you running away from the law?” She snickered when y/n flinched at her sudden appearance but quickly unlocked the doors and slipped in all the same. At the same time Olivia pulled away from the parking lot, Tommy was realizing that there weren’t any more people coming out of the building. So y/n had either not come to University at all that day, or she was avoiding him. There was no way that she’d walked out and not saw him standing there. As Frances kept talking about whatever, dread suddenly filled him as he realized that of course, she had seen him. Y/n had inevitably seen him and that meant that she had also seen him standing there with Frances. And even if he had only begun to know her a little, he could swear that y/n had most definitely misread the situation.

“Was y/n in today?” Tommy didn’t even realize that he had interrupted her rudely, but he didn’t even care if he had to be honest. 

“Yes, I haven’t seen her since the last lesson ended though.” Frances looked puzzled but Tommy got exactly what he wanted from her. He quickly excused himself and hurriedly climbed into the car. His phone automatically connected to the car via Bluetooth and he asked for it to call y/n as he tapped into the traffic. But of course, she didn’t answer.

In a black Mini a few miles ahead, Olivia glanced down at y/n’s phone when she saw the screen light up and shook her hand in disapproval when her friend denied the incoming call.

“You’re making her win, you know,” Olivia observed keeping her eyes on the traffic.

“It’s not her Liv, I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it,” y/n sounded resolute and defeated but it went over Olivia’s head how could she be so blind and such a pushover.

“Listen y/n, I’m not saying that this is easy nor that it’s all in your head because he was pretty open about it, right? What I’m saying is that it doesn’t matter if he is attracted to her, you told him yourself that it’s something we can’t control. What should matter is who he is choosing to be with.” Taking advantage of a red light she turned to y/n to make sure that her words got to her.

“Have you not seen them before? He’s made his choice alright,” y/n’s voice trembled a little as she made this observation that, to her surprise, made her best friend snicker.

“Oh please, how blind are you? He was clearly waiting for you.” Liv was stating the obvious in her point of view but y/n hadn’t really thought about it that way.

“Do you think so?” She shyly asked her friend. Was it possible that she had misread the whole situation? In the meantime, Tommy was still calling her and she was still not answering. But she wasn’t declining either. 

“You should really talk to him,” Olivia suggested as Tommy’s name appeared for the tenth time on her best friend’s phone. Y/n stared at it while she pondered Liv’s words.

And then she accepted the call.

“Y/n?” Tommy spoke as soon as he heard the call going through, “where are you? We need to talk, please.”

Maybe Olivia was right, y/n thought, maybe she had got it all wrong. Tommy had never sounded so… desperate.

“I’m almost home, meet me there?” She proposed, nervously twisting the fabric of her jacket with her fingers. Tommy agreed and she ended the call under the approval of Liv’s eyes.

Y/n didn’t know if it had been the traffic being almost nonexistent or if Tommy had driven recklessly but they both arrived at the same time. While she thanked Liv for the lift and promised to call her later, Tommy parked in her driveway.

They started working towards each other at the same time but stopped a few feet away. In a stranger’s eyes, they must have looked weird, standing like they were, a few feet away, staring at each other. 

“Listen-”

“So-”

Of course, true to their awkward selves, they spoke at the same time, cutting each other off. Strange as it may seem, it helped diffuse the tension a little since both of them found it amusing. Softly nodding her head, y/n prompted Tommy to talk first. It looked like whatever he had to say, he needed to get it off his chest. But why was it that now that he had her attention, none of the words he had previously prepared were coming out? Why were they stuck in the back of his throat? There was no reason to be nervous. He would explain everything and y/n would understand and forgive him.

Taking a deep breath he decided to start from the beginning and work from there.

“I know you’ve seen me with Frances early,” he started tentatively. Eyes boring in hers, he tried to convey everything he was feeling through them. Y/n had always told him that he had expressive eyes, he hoped that they could help him now. When y/n nervously shifted on her feet and briefly looked away from him, he knew that it was her way of telling him that she did. So he moved onto the next point.

“And I know that you’ve probably misread the whole thing so I wanted to explain.” He finished and y/n could see that he was being honest and how difficult this was for him at the same time. Tommy had never been very good with words but she didn’t need a lengthy speech, she just needed him to answer two simple questions and then they could move on from this.

“I just need to know two things, Tommy,” halting him from continuing, she straightened her shoulders as if she was getting ready to physically bear his answers in case they weren’t what she was hoping to hear. He didn’t let out any sound but internally, Tommy was grateful that she had taken the lead. He probably would have made a mess with his words and made things worse. Hiding his hands in the pocket of his hoodie to hide his nervous gestures, he grunted. Ask away, he was saying.

“Why were you outside my uni today?” Before she could turn back and shy away from this confrontation, y/n asked the question with a firm yet kind tone. She wasn’t angry at him, not yet at least. She was just hurt by the possibility of him choosing Frances over her. But there was still a chance that that wasn’t going to happen.

Furrowing his eyebrows in surprise, Tommy wasn’t expecting that to be her first question. He answered her anyway, “I came to pick you up. Yesterday we agreed that we were going to talk today and I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.” He didn’t mention how his heart had grown heavier since she had climbed out of his car the night before. And yet, that seemed to be what y/n wanted to hear. Her cheeks reddened slightly when Tommy admitted that he was yearning for reconciliation. Well, maybe yearning wasn’t the right word to use but whatever. Even if y/n didn’t know, it was actually spot on.

The second question was the one that would actually seal the deal, and no matter if she was a little more heartened by his first answer, she was still on edge.

“Who do you want to be with?” And there it was. As the words fell out of her mouth, she realized that this was the important thing. The only thing she needed to know and the only thing that truly mattered. Because whoever Tommy decided to be with, he was actively choosing her over any other woman that he could meet- hopefully. It meant that whatever attraction he may feel, now and in the future, it won’t be acted upon. Because he had made his choice. 

It was a simple question but at the same time, it implied a more complex concept and Tommy was aware of that. He was slightly offended that she was doubting him, however, he knew where it was coming from after their last argument. He had never been really good at figuring out what she was thinking about, where her mind was at. Tommy had always considered y/n as a girl with a busy mind, thinking about nothing and a million things at the same time. In rare times of intimacy, she had admitted that most of the time, that was what brought her to self-sabotage. Because thinking was good and everyone should be able to think for themselves, she said, the problem is when you start overthinking. That’s what always got her. So in a way, even from his clueless position on her thoughts’ process, Tommy sensed that by focusing on two simple things, y/n was forcing her thoughts to simmer down. To not listen to the voices in her head that would paint a situation more dramatic than it really was and forcing herself to look at this in a rational way.

“I wanna be with you, y/n. I’m choosing you. Always.” And just like that, with three simple sentences, y/n’s mind was put at ease. No more voices whispering that she wasn’t enough, that Tommy was better off without her, that he would soon leave her for someone better. Enough of that. Her boyfriend was here, standing in front of her, reassuring her, telling her that he wanted her. Only her. 

Once, y/n had read somewhere that when you smile or laugh it’s because the body literally can’t contain the happiness you’re feeling. Looking into Tommy’s eyes, she failed to contain her smile and she realized that it was actually true. And that wasn’t the only thing she’d failed to do. After Tommy’s admission, she couldn’t bear to be apart from him anymore. Taking the last steps that divided them, her arms circled his neck and she held him close to her despite the height difference. As soon as he saw her reaching out, Tommy leaned into her and held her waist in a tight bear hug. As much as athletic Tommy was, after he’d bent like this for a while, his back would always start hurting. So, moving his hand to the back of y/n’s legs, he bent his legs to lift her up. Neither of them seemed to be wanting to let go any sooner, so he made sure that both of them were comfortable and walked over the bench on y/n’s house’s patio. 

“I’m sorry I overreacted.” She rested her face on his shoulder but even if her voice had come out muffled since it was still buried in his neck, Tommy heard her all the same. Leaning back so that he could see her, he quietly spoke next to her ear.

“I’m sorry I made you doubt yourself and us,” being honest with her had led Tommy to hurt her feelings when it was the last thing he ever intended to do, “I have never thought of being with her, y/n, I swear,” he added. Y/n knew that he was telling the truth, and that deep down this whole thing escalated because it resembled one of her worst fears. She slipped her hand on the back of his head and gently massaged the scalp there while he leaned his face on hers, his cheek on her forehead. Guilt was lacing his words despite her attempt to soothe him. 

“I trust you, Tommy, it’s just- seeing her so into you and then you admitting that you found her attractive it seemed like the universe was trying to show me that we’re not really meant to be,” she admitted, secretly hinting at her fear. To say that Tommy was baffled was an understatement. Apparently, he was one of those boyfriends that never had a clue of what was going on because up until now he had been completely clueless about this insecurity of hers.

“Why do you think that?” 

“I’m not saying that we’re not meant to be together,” realizing that she might have expressed herself wrongly, she lifted her head so that they were face to face, “I wanna be with you and it seems that you want to be with me too and that’s all that matters,” she added hoping that the conversation would end there. They had just solved a problem, she didn’t want to cause another. Unfortunately for her though, Tommy could feel that there was more that she wasn’t saying.

“But?” he prompted her in vain. Looking at her hands in her lap, well his really, y/n avoided his eyes and his question.

“I thought you trusted me,” he added when he saw that she was reluctant to speak.

“It’s just that sometimes I wonder why you’re with me,” she whispered but given how close they were, she didn’t need to speak louder for him to hear.

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows creased, letting the line between them come through. It seemed that today her goal was to make him more and more confused.

“C’mon Tommy, you can’t be that clueless,” she scolded him getting restless on his lap. Refusing to let her get away with this and climb off of him, he gripped her waist gently to keep her in place. 

“Tell me,” staring hard at her face, she was still not facing him, he encouraged her to speak. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she finally gave in. 

“You’re way out of my league Tommy, even a blind person can see that.”

Okay, now Tommy was absolutely stunned. What was she on about? He knew that she wasn’t the most confident girl but he didn’t realize she thought so little of herself.

“I could say the same thing about you, you know,” he pointed out what was a totally obvious thing for him but, judging by the expression on her face, it wasn’t for her. Actually, her face expressed a mixture of surprise and anger? It was her “do you think I’m stupid?” face.

“I’m serious,” shrugging his shoulders and tightening his grip on her. Nothing but honesty in his eyes. Y/n could see that but her insecurities run too deep for her to really consider what he was saying to be true.

“You’re way too smart for me. With all the things you know, all the books you read, I’m constantly asking myself why you’re with me.” If there was one thing that Tommy and y/n had in common was that they both would rather do anything else than talk about themselves and their feelings. Let’s say that they didn’t like being under the spotlight. However, for the right reasons- or rather for the right person, they could manage to endure it. Like in this case. Tommy could set aside his reservation to open up just as she did. “There’s nothing much I can give you,” he added softly searching for her eyes that, this time, were searching for his as well.

Her heart swelled in her chest at his confession while she smiled fondly at him. Tommy never ceased to amaze her. How could he doubt himself? Not only a good-looking guy but a good guy in general. Genuinely a good guy. Her hands found their way back to his neck, holding it gently while she spoke.

“That’s not true, Tommy,” she assured him, her thumb lightly stroking his lower lip.

“Just like those things you said ain’t either,” he argued before leaving a kiss on her finger, eye contact never broken. Taking his words in, y/n finally understood. It wasn’t a matter of what was true or not. What was the truth anyway? Isn’t it everything subjective after all? Just like their perception of themselves. What they thought about themselves, wasn’t necessarily shared by others. It was almost never shared, actually. What was that saying? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 

Leaning down, their foreheads touched while she gave him an eskimo kiss.

“It’s all in our heads, isn’t it?”

“It is,” he agreed on her lips.

“Let’s make a promise then,” pulling away just enough so that she wasn’t talking on his mouth but still keeping a soft tone she continued, “in order to avoid something like this to happen again, whenever we’re dealing with our insecurities, we speak about it. I want you to come to me whenever you’re thinking like this and I’ll do the same,” she proposed. “I know it’s not going to be easy. But I really want this to work and I think this will help,” she added before he could object.

Of course, it wasn’t going to be easy. Neither of them was really keen on opening up and they both knew that. However, y/n was right, Tommy knew that however hard it’d be for him, he'd do it all the same if that meant avoiding the last few days from repeating ever again.

“I want this to work too,” he conceded implicitly sealing the promise, “can I have a kiss now?” he then asked with a slight smirk. Chuckling, y/n didn’t need for him to say it again. Closing the space between them, she placed her lips on his for a very much needed kiss. His hand trailed up in her hair to keep her in place as the kiss grew more intense. It was basically the PG-13 version of make up sex. Well, seeing how their tongues were enjoying themselves, maybe it wasn’t PG-13 that much but still, both of them would agree that sealing a deal had never felt this good. 

[marvelite624]

I'd managed to get through two days without incident back on the job. Some of the guys had already loosened up around me and it really was beginning to feel like old times again. I wish I knew what Donny's problem was though. He still had made no effort to speak to me, leavin' the breakroom every time I entered, avoidin' eye contact...what the hell was eatin' him so bad? It killed me to see him every day and not have that bond we'd shared. How long would we go on actin' like strangers. He and I had been so...close for so long; I decided to confront him soon, even if I had to force it. Maybe a trip to his place...?

First thing that hit me when I woke up today was the smell of Sarah's special strawberry cake! That sweet aroma had found its' way up the stairs to cruelly tease my sleeping senses. She'd snuck out of bed to get an early start on it but, the woman doesn't sneak very well, never has been good at it. The second thing to hit me was the thought that, despite all our high hopes, there might be a huge disappointment in store for a certain little angel turning four today. That realization set my feet on the floor, ready or not.

Feeling minty-fresh and a bit lighter after the usual morning routine, I headed on down. Almost nine o'clock, I was looking forward to the coffee I knew would be waiting. The kitchen was empty as I poured my cup. The house was eerily silent, not even a peep from that woodpecker or any of the usual distractions meant to entertain the wee lads and lassies. I wondered where my girls had gotten off to so early.

"Sarah? Honey, where are you?", I called out, moving toward the family room. Rounding a corner and only a handful of steps later, I found her. She sat with her back to me as I entered the room, unmoving. Not even an acknowledgment of my presence marked the approach. Something was wrong and I'd already guessed what. Quickly moving to cross in front of the coffee table, I deposited my cup to kneel in front of my wife. Her bare feet felt cool to the touch as I placed both hands out, altar-style, to cover them.

"Honeeey...", I offered softly. There was a brief pause before she spoke. Her eyes were slightly puffy and red, obviously from time spent crying.

"I hate it!", she exclaimed. "I just hate it! After I promised her months ago, even before..." She cut that short to avoid any inference of blame. She didn't want me to feel bad, like I could feel any worse. "That baby girl's been so sweet, she deserves this party! 'The best party ever!', she kept saying, and I promised! Eighteen invitations! Eighteen....and not one reply! I made some calls and...I don't think ANY of them are coming. Not one, Frank! Oh, how am I going to tell her? What can I possibly say to make this 'all better'?!"

"I'll talk to her, Sarah. You shouldn't have this put on you, it's my fault." "No, Frankie, it's not..." "It's because of what happened to me, so yeah...it's because of me! Where is she anyway?" "She came skipping into the kitchen this morning, all prettied up. She was turning and dancing around, holding her skirt-tail out just waiting for me to tell her how pretty she looked...you should've seen her, Frank. I had to choke back my need to cry as I told her. I sent her out for a look at the new hatchlings, didn't want her to see her Mommy crying..."

And just then, from the doorway, "Why you was cwying, Mommy?" The moment of truth had quietly crept through the front door and was upon us. There could be no more delays now. Without waiting for a response, Becka continued, "Is it cuz peepo is bein' dumb? I know they was gonna wooins my pahty. All o' them is dist too scayooed still. I know Daddy is ok, an' you know it too cuz he's wiff us. But, they yet be's afwaid fo it."

This child was telling US what the problem was! She knew all along and had been humoring her mother who continued to promise a big party. We so often underestimate them in their pure simplicity. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart.", was the only thing she let me say before adding her final thoughts on the matter. Her little arms and hands had waved and pointed and expressed themselves the entire time, mimicking so well the adults who usually did all the talking. I could not have been more proud of her than at this moment.

"S'not you fawt, Daddy. I jus feel bad fo Mommy." My wife stammered to life, as much in stunned disbelief as I, "For me, Becks...why?" "Cuz you wuhks so hawiud on you cake, Mommy...an' nobody is gonna come see how dewishis it is! They don know, it's yoh day too! An' besides, I awweddy got the bestest pwesents of all!"

"You're a precious miracle, you know that?", Sarah cooed softly in wavering tones, barely containing her joy and surprise. She scooped the wisp up with both arms, in a hug nearly squeezing the breath from her little body, "Our miracle and blessing...I love you so very much! Oh!" I just had to ask, "Are you SURE you're only four years old? I think somebody might be tellin' stories!" With that, I kissed Becka's forehead, put my arms around both of them, and counted my lucky stars...one, two!

It was nearly noon when little Benji jumped the fence into the yard. He lived right behind us and through a thicket of pine trees. He was carrying a small package wrapped in the Sunday funnies, wearing an ear-to-ear grin as he hopped along. I was never so happy to see him coming! We were constantly teasing the two of them with marriage, the old "sittin' in a tree" song. They'd squeal and run about like they had bees up their butts, covering their ears, pretending not to hear what they loved to hear. Yeah, the game starts early.

Not long after, a car pulled into the drive, one I didn't recognize. Sarah came running as she called out, "Constance! You came!" From the driver's side arose a young lady, sixteen or so with strawberry blonde hair, in pigtails. The passenger door opened and out stepped a much smaller version of the first. "I told you I would, Sarah! And, as promised, I brought my little sister along. She and Becks should hit it off great! What do you say, Sylvie?" "It's very nice to meet you, Ma'am."

Sarah motioned towards me saying, "Honey, this is Constance...she took the after-school spot at the Thrift Shop where I part-time, and this is her sister, Sylvie." "My pleasure, ladies...how lovely you both are! And what's that you have there, Sylvie?" "S'a birthday gift for Rebecca...may I give it to her, please?" "Why, sure you can! She's right over there with Benji, go say hi and get acquainted, ok?" "You betcha, Mister!" She scampered away to where Becka and Benji stood, watching the entire exchange. The gift was offered and accepted as the two girls began jabbering up a storm. Benji just scratched his head, grinning like he'd won the lottery!

"Come on in, Constance! We'll find you a cold soda and 'talk shop' a bit, or would you prefer tea? Lemonade?" Sarah turned giddily towards me as she added, "Guess we better get ready to dish up some ice cream and cut that cake, huh?", winking at me in glee she continued, "Looks like we got us a 'pahty'!!"

(to be continued in Part 5)

•This is an original work of fiction and labor of love, written by me, Terry G. Nunley.

[generalfoolish]

Feel The Heat

Part Two: Something More

Pairing: Frankie Morales x OC Juniper Collins

Rating: 18+ (b/c minors shouldn't lurk, it is illegal and not polite.) But this is big fluff, just more exposition and pining and world building. I do curse, so there's that.

Word Count: 4k+

Summary: June and Frankie are big idiots, and they keep bumping into each other in the wildest of places. Again, and I can't overstate this: they’re both MASSIVE idiots.

A/N: Hey babes! This is going a little slower bc I want to give more with each update, I normally keep around 1K and these are little beasts. But I'm excited with the story, some threads are exposing themselves, and there will be more Frankie X OC time in the next part. For now, enjoy this little taste of yearning and pining and overthinking and general angst over meeting a cute new somebody. 💕

Masterlist | Part One | Part Three

June checked her phone as she stirred the pot, and groaned at the email count. More than half were parents who “couldn’t” make the conference, and the rest were from her principal wanting to reiterate the importance of those meetings. She dropped the phone back to the counter, and focused on her pot. She had googled what to do with Brandywines, and had decided on a slowly simmered tomato sauce. It paired beautifully with the fresh garlic and basil she had picked up, and the whole house smelled like an Italian restaurant.

This was her favorite way to use up produce in the summer. She spent hours simmering and canning, and got to enjoy the fruits of her labor in the dead of winter. She knew she could easily gift the sauce made from those beautiful tomatoes, and she had every intention of doing so.

Sundays passed so quickly, she hardly had time to dwell on the farmer, but when she caught a whiff of her stove she had to find something to do. She worked through the emails, sending reminders that the conferences were mandatory, and that if the parents couldn’t make it during the week before or after school, she was available to meet online. She fought the temptation to open her weekends. She was working on work boundaries with her therapist.

June had an easier time fighting off thoughts of the farmer as the day waned on, and she thought, foolishly, that she could just forget the brown eyed grump she had met.

--

Frankie was having a hard time focusing on anything. Liv was a bundle of energy, and he tried not to snap at her. He had her come help him in the garden, but he ended up sending her to dig for worms after she trampled another vine.

“Ew! Worms are gross.” She argued.

“I know, but didn’t you want to go fishing? Fish eat worms, it’s how we can get them out of the water.” He explained, carefully. She considered him, then bounded off, calling out to the worms. He chuckled watching her, and went back to pulling weeds. With a moment of quiet, his mind flitted back to the woman. He couldn’t help it. He had dreamt of her. She was lounging in the back of his mind, waiting for him to stumble into the memory. Liv was a good distraction, but she only held the woman at bay for so long. He grumbled and wiped his brow. He decided to give it up for now, the woman and the weeding.

“Princess, I think we have some hotdogs. Let’s try those.” He called over to Liv, who excitedly left behind her freshly dug hole.

“Daddy, Mrs. Becka wanted me to remind you about the school stuff.” Liv told him, grabbing his hand as they walked. He exhaled sharply. He had forgotten the meetings. He pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through Becka’s texts. She had sent him the teacher’s number at some point, he knew, the trouble was finding it. Finally, he clicked the blue hyper-linked number and called it. Liv ran inside ahead of him, looking for the hot dogs, and he waited at the door as the phone rang.

“Hello?” Ms. Collins answered breathlessly, and he cleared his throat.

“Ms. Collins? It’s Olivia Morales’ dad, calling about the meeting?” He heard something clatter on the other end. “Is now an okay time?”

“Yes, sorry, Mr. Morales, I was just...it doesn’t matter. My schedule is a little tight, when did you have in mind?”

“Something early, maybe before drop-off?”

“Sure, uhm, let me check my calendar,” She sounded distant, he thought, probably on speaker. “Yeah, Tuesday morning? I know that’s quick, it is all I have though.”

“Yeah, I can be there. Like 7am?”

“Yes, that’s great. See you then.” The line disconnected and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d heard her voice before. He rolled his eyes at himself, of course he had. She was his daughter’s teacher. As if on cue, Liv ran out with a hot dog. He smiled brightly and ruffled her hair.

“‘Kay, kiddo, let’s go catch some fish.” She grinned at him brightly, showing off the hole her first lost tooth had made. His heart caught as he realized she was growing up so fast.

--

“Monday’s really are the worst.” June laughed. She had her mom on the phone, connected through Bluetooth. “I’m just leaving the school now!”

“I just don’t see why you’re having to set these meetings up now. The kids have hardly been in school for a couple of weeks.” June sighed as she merged on the highway to head home.

“I know, it's just something my district does. The hard part is wrangling parents.”

“Well, if you had any children, you’d know how much they require of you.” June rolled her eyes and exhaled through her nose. Her mom was always quick to bring up her lack of a partner and children. Not that June didn’t want those things, they just haven't panned out for her yet.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m sure you’re right.” She acquiesced, knowing the argument wasn’t worth the effort.

“Have you met anyone? You’re only getting older, you know.”

“Thanks Mom. Uh, I have a date tomorrow night, actually.”

“Well, what’s his name, do I know him? What does he do for work?” June rolled her eyes, and wondered why she had answered the call.

“I don’t know anything about him. It’s a blind date.”

“Not even a name?” June bit her lip, debating telling her Mom the nickname.

“He’s ex-Army, goes by Fish. That’s all I know. Oh, and he’s single. A new teacher sat it up for me.” June explained, hoping her Mom wouldn’t have much to say.

“Fish? Oh, wow. Terrence really messed you up, huh.”

“I’m getting a call from a parent, I’ll talk to you later.” June lied, ending the call. Terrence had really messed her up. Not that that was of any importance to her dating life, or this blind date’s name. She sighed hard as she pulled into her driveway.

“Monday’s really are the worst.” She told the empty space of her car. She grabbed her bag and hurried inside. It had been a long day, and she was ready to polish off her bottle of wine from the night before. She walked in and let her bag drop to the floor, and crossed to the staircase. She groaned as she climbed the stairs. She was exhausted and still had a ton left to do.

June stripped quickly and threw on her yard work clothes. She stopped by the kitchen and poured some wine into a cup with a lid, before making her way outside. The day before she had started a small garden, and she was determined to make something grow out of it. She had no idea what she was doing, though. The wine wasn’t really helping either.

She had been short with a few parents while she was tending the fragile plants. It was a little late in the season to try and start anything, but she had picked up some discount plants that she wanted to help limp along for a little longer. She hoped she hadn’t put any of the parents off, and tried to remember who all had called.

June wiped her forehead with her gloved hand and tried to sort them out. Steven’s mom, Cynthia, was meeting her during lunch. That would be short, thankfully. Steven was a good kid, quiet. Graham and Ginger’s grandma was coming Wednesday afternoon, the parents were out of the country for something. Mia’s dad was going to call during the planning period. Ashley’s mom was coming Tuesday afternoon. And Olivia’s dad was coming Tuesday morning. June felt her shoulders sag, and she drained her wine. That wasn’t even half of the parents left.

She gave up on the garden and stalked inside. She wanted to scare up something for dinner, but didn’t really feel like making anything. She gave in and called the local Indian place. They knew her order, and said they’d be there soon. She grimaced, wondering how much money she had spent on Vindaloo over the years, and decided not to think about it. She had enough time to slip in the shower to wash the sweat off, before the delivery guy knocked on her door. She tipped him generously, and sat down on the couch.

June clicked the tv on and scrolled through her watch list. She settled on some mind-numbing detective show, and ate half of the curry. She put the rest away, and grabbed her bag by the door. The bag was a mess, but she managed to find her red pen and the papers that needed grading, and she settled back in.

Soon, the mindless task paired with a full stomach and the wine had her falling into a deep sleep.

--

Frankie was pissed. He was giving up the best time of the day for harvesting to meet with Liv’s teacher, and Ms. Collins couldn’t be bothered to show up. His thoughts went back to the phone call the day before, and he gritted his teeth as he realized she had put him off twice. Over something she had wanted to set up. He’d gotten the bundles of paper she had sent home on it. Yet, here he was, and she was nowhere to be found. He pulled his phone out, and considered punching in her number, but stopped himself.

Frankie had to exhale deeply four times before he could lay his phone down. He had gotten here a little early, and it was just now 7 am, and he didn’t have a set schedule. Liv was with Ashley, Becka had insisted on taking them to drop off so he could have plenty of time with Ms. Collins. Not that it mattered now, he thought, dryly. At ten past, he pulled his phone back out, and brought her name up. He was angry again, and had every intention of calling. But before he could press her name, the door swung open, and his heart dropped.

~~

June woke with a start. The birds were singing outside, the light was all wrong, and she was on the couch. Shit, she thought, jumping up. Shit, shit, shit. She had overslept. She hurried up the stairs and threw on something presentable, and didn’t even check herself in the mirror. She could do her makeup in the class. She grabbed up the half graded papers and shoved them in her bag, and ran out the door. She dumped everything in the passenger seat and drove much faster than usual. She was about halfway to the school when she realized she was meeting a student’s parent this morning. She hadn’t had any coffee, and her brain was starting to slow down from the adrenaline of being late, and she could not remember who she was meeting. She parked, and popped her vanity mirror down and grimaced. She looked like she was having a bad morning. She decided to throw her hair up in a messy bun, and grabbed the mess up from her passenger seat.

She basically ran into the building, her flats ricocheting sound off the concrete walls. She swung her door open, apologies already falling from her lips, when she looked at the parent. The apologies died on her lips, and her mouth fell open.

“You?” She asked, dumbly. “Frankie?” He looked like he had seen a ghost, a bitchy ghost, she grimaced.

“You?” He stood now, and started to move to her.

“Uhm, you can’t be here. I’m meeting a student’s parent, and how’d you even know where to find me?” She started rambling, but when the words were out she realized how stupid they were. “Oh my god, you’re the parent?” She barked out a laugh, and dumped her bag on her desk. He grinned, and wiped the back of his neck.

“Liv’s dad. I’m Frankie Morales.” He told her, faltering from shaking her hand.

“Perfect. I’m Juniper Collins, you can call me June, or Ms. Collins, whatever you prefer. I’m sorry I’m late, I...I started a garden yesterday and wore myself out. That’s what I was doing when we spoke on the phone,” She told him, laughing. June had only tried gardening because she wanted a common foot with him. She didn’t want to tell him that yet, though. “Anyway, let’s get to Liv. Liv is a great girl, Mr. Morales.”

“Frankie.” He interrupted, with a small smile.

“Okay, Frankie. Look, Liv is great, she really is. She struggles in class sometimes, though. She is smart as hell, but she seems to struggle. I wanted to give you some information about ADD or ADHD. It presents differently in girls, and is often overlooked. I haven’t known her long, obviously, but I actually was diagnosed much later in life, and I remember doing some of the things she’s doing. Would you be interested in some info on that?” June asked carefully, their relationship was rocky and weird, and she didn’t want to overstep. This was her job, though. It was a little bit not her job, actually. But she always wanted to look out for her girls, especially when they were as smart and incredible as Liv.

“Oh, wow. I had no idea she was struggling.” Frankie muttered, and removed his cap. June sucked in a sharp breath at his light brown, bouncy curls as they spilled out. He was beautiful. She distracted herself by moving behind her desk and grabbing a folder she had laid out for Liv, for this exact reason, and she thanked her past self for being put together. Then she went and sat beside him at the small activity table. She felt comical sitting next to him in the small chairs, he was spilling over his own. She laid down the folder and put a hand on his arm.

“Look, it isn’t a struggle that she notices yet. It’s her recall, her attention span, and her ability to focus. That sounds like a lot, I know, but there’s a simple test, and there are effective alternatives to stimulants. I’m on one, and it really helped me. Life is only going to get harder for her, if she has it and it remains untreated, but she has no idea. She isn’t “different” yet, and she’s doing so, so well in class. She is a model student. I just want to help, that’s all.” She watched his face as she spoke, and by the end, he seemed defeated.

“I should have noticed. I’m her dad. I...I’ve been worried I’m not around enough, and now you drop this on me.” He laughed dryly. She patted his arm.

“Liv talks about you all the time. She loves you, Frankie. She tells us all the time about her pilot dad.” June said it before she had time to think, before she connected “Liv’s Dad” with Frankie, the man before her. And then, her big mouth spit out something she wanted to take back immediately. “But you’re a farmer, right?” He looked up into her eyes, and his face was hard.

“Anything else you wanted to tell me about Liv?” His words were right, but the tone was too harsh. June flinched back from him, and dropped her gaze from his suddenly hard face.

“Liv is a great girl. She’s great to have in class. I have nothing else for you.” June told him monotonically, going on autopilot so as not to cry. She had spent the whole weekend thinking about him, then she had planted a stupid garden to have more in common with him, and then fate brought them back together, and she screwed it up again. She decided it was done, then. Frankie Morales was not in the cards for her. Sure, she might see him again because she taught his daughter, but she was through thinking of him like that.

“Good. I have to get going, next time try to be on time.” He scolded, as he stood abruptly and left without another word. Slowly, June followed and shut the door behind him. Alone, at last, she started crying.

~~~

“Idiot. You fucking idiot.” Frankie berated himself in his truck. He couldn’t believe it when she swept into the room. He had found her. Not her, he thought with a grimace, Juniper. The name felt so appropriate. It was an old name, but it suited her so perfectly. He exhaled roughly and tried to rewrite the scene. She was looking out for Liv. She wanted Liv to be happy and succeed. This woman cared more about his daughter than Liv’s own mother. And as soon as she tried to get to know him, he bit her head off and made her feel bad for being late. Jesus, what a dick. He had found her, and in a single moment, he had managed to ruin it again.

He put the truck in drive and headed home. Nothing left to do here, he thought bitterly. He was pulling up the driveway when he remembered that she had started a garden. It wasn’t a coincidence, he realized. She had started a garden because of him. He parked the truck and laid his head against the steering wheel. He had pushed her away at every turn. The market, the bar, and now at the school. He had seen her face before he left, and knew it was done. He had pushed too far, too fast. Of course, she would want nothing more to do with him. He had done nothing but treat her like shit.

He got out of the truck and threw his hat. It didn’t do much except get his cap dirty, but it was all he could do. He pulled his phone out, and pulled her name up. He typed a long message, and erased it. Then he tried again, and erased it again. His pride was getting in the way. He couldn’t tell her about his piloting years. The army, spec ops, Colombia, the coke, or any of it. She could just hate him, and then he couldn’t hurt her anymore.

~~~~

June paced up and down her classroom. Her face was puffy, still, and she had been struggling to focus all day. She couldn’t meet anyone new for dinner; she wasn’t in the right headspace for a date. Let alone one where she would have to leave a lasting impression. She chewed her thumb nail before heading down the hall.

Samantha's classroom was pretty close to her own, and June was glad for it. If she had had to walk further she would have lost her nerve. June knocked tentatively on the door, before pulling it open. Samantha looked up and grinned.

"Hey girl! Are you excited for your big date tonight?" June’s own smile fell from her face.

"Actually, that's why I'm here. I want to cancel." Samantha's smile pulled down quickly.

"Why?"

"I'm having kind of a bad day for impressions," June told her flatly.

"Well, I couldn't if I wanted to. Santiago is out of town, no reception. I don't have the friend's number." June groaned.

"Okay, alright. Ugh, probably for the best. Do you know anything else about him? I’ve had kind of a rough day. You said, ex-military right?”

“Yeah, Santi doesn’t really talk about that time, and I haven’t pushed it. I met him a while back, Fish. He’s sweet. I think he’ll be your type. You like tan brunettes?” June nodded, laughing and thinking about Frankie Morales again.

“He’ll be perfect. Doesn’t say much and likes beer, that’s all I know.” Samantha gave a small shrug.

“Alright, thanks. I’ll let you finish eating.” June said, excusing herself.

She left feeling defeated. A parent was going to be late this afternoon, she had gotten the email after the Frankie disaster. Which meant that she was going to be late to dinner. She wasn't killing it in the men department so she hoped that despite a military background he wouldn't mind her tardiness. She couldn't handle another horrible scene like the one from this morning.

The rest of the day was uneventful, which she was glad for. Her nerves were on the edge. She tried to ignore how much Liv favored her dad, and how she loudly told the class about their upcoming camping trip. She found herself listening intently, despite herself. And even chuckled at the girl’s memories of the last trip. June’s mood improved with the day, too. She even played a little music in the background while the kids worked on their worksheets.

By the time she had hauled herself into her car, the last thing she wanted to do was go to dinner. But she swiped on her favorite lipstick and drove to the restaurant. If she broke the speed limit, she would only be about five minutes late, and she pushed it. She wanted to drink some wine, and forget about Frankie Morales. Another tan brunette in her life would do her good, she thought happily. She was tired, but she wanted to make the most of it.

---

Frankie was looking back and forth between the menu and his watch. He couldn't believe that another woman was about to be late on him. He was trying hard to get June out of his mind, and his blind date wasn't making it easy on him. He chuckled when he realized what he was doing. Just meeting a total stranger for dinner. He didn't have much choice in the matter, he thought, remembering how Pope had basically told him where and when, without asking if Frankie was even interested.

She had good taste, he conceded. This was his favorite spot. They made amazing, fresh pasta. He was eyeing the cocktail menu, when she rushed in. He couldn't believe he was running into her again.

It was June, because of course it was. She was flushed, probably late again, he huffed, but she had put on a bright red lipstick that made his heart stutter. He lowered his gaze back to the menu. He hoped she wouldn't see him out on a date, even if he saw her. The hope was short lived because she made her way to him, her eyes glinting with an emotion he couldn't place, and she exhaled deeply.

"Let me guess, your call sign is Fish, right?" His eyes snapped to hers and she laughed while nodding. It was her. He had found her again. The waiter walked over and she told him to bring a bottle of red, and a beer for him. He told the waiter his brand, and raked his eyes over her.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a crazy day." She mused once she had taken two deep sips of her wine.

"Yeah? What is it you do?" He asked, hoping beyond hope that this was their start over. Their fourth, or so, start over.

"Teacher. Yeah, I teach. Most days it's easy, but some days there are parents." She told him, her cheeks flushed.

"Hopefully, no jerks?" He asked, quickly taking a sip of his beer. She held her head to the side before she sighed.

"I don't know what's going on here, Frankie. It's kind of exhausting. I think you're pretty handsome, you grow amazing food, you have a beautiful daughter, but I think we just keep messing up. How about, just for now, we enjoy this meal and the company, and tomorrow we can talk about what it means that we can't keep away from each other?" He searched her eyes. She was tired, he could tell, but she was so sincere. He wanted desperately to know why she sat down instead of just leaving. He wanted to know why they were seemingly so connected. He wanted to know if he'd been on her mind too.

"I'm thinking the carbonara." He answered, and she smiled before looking the menu over herself. The rest could wait. He had found her again.”

[praecipiopatronum]

Okay. You and Becka are going to be the cause of my death. I have never loved Harry and Draco together so much in my life. You twos acting together is amazing!!! Can’t wait to see what else you cook up.

Cause of death: Becka and Shino

Yeah, that tends to happen a lot, sorry xD

💙

[bloodyfangedtiger]

Lost

Our favorite stoic company man from our last story is completely lost when it comes to this new life that came from within him, not because it is a child but because he was raised in a house full of boys and doesn't know a gorram thing when it comes to girls. Kind of the reason why his first and last girlfriend broke up, Stacy wasn't very patient with him and just said "Let's end this since you're so fucking clueless."

It doesn't help he was raised primarily by his father while his mother was in the hospital. Axton, his older brother, and Rhys along with their father helped raise their adopted little brother Jean so again he doesn't know what to do with his new daughter.

To make sure he doesn't miss work, the company man brings Valencia to work with him. This earns him a lot of stares and most are from R&D, well the new R&D who are focused on turning profits and expanding research. Rhys can't even begin to count how many times he's either

A.) Broken arms

B.) Dry gulched

C.) Knocked out

Random people within the first hour of work, Valencia seems to enjoy it as she watches from her sling around Rhys body. He smirked slightly at her little giggles as he made his way to Jack's and his office.

Upon opening the door he's greeted by a very foul smell that makes his daughter cough while he covers both their noses. "Vasquez." He hisses "Never thought I'd see your slimy ass after leaving home, what you got tired of sucking Nadia's cock and came to Helios for a change of flavor?"

The slime ball grinned his signature fake smile "Rhys, long time no see. I see Helios is treating you well." He rose from his seat in front of Jack and started to make his way towards Rhys. "Didn't peg you as a family man, what with you running out on Becka at your own wedding." The slime grinned.

Rhys shrugged "The one your company arranged so that they could get a hand in my pocket? Oh yeah, sign me up." He shook his head "That was the worst wedding I ever attended, I'm glad I got the job offer just then."

Vasquez gritted his teeth and raised his hand to slap the company man but barely got to twitch before finding himself flipped onto his back and having Rhys foot slam into his chest. "You never learn, Scalp." He walked over the man's body, making sure to step on the man's groin and face as he left.

Jack watched with a look of amusement and a raised eyebrow "Wow, kiddo. I knew you were a badass but damn that was hot." He grinned with his arms crossed while he leaned against his desk.

Rhys merely shrugged and made his way to his desk "I'll order a cleanup crew to take the trash out, in the meantime we have a meeting with the new R&D to figure out just how the fuck I birthed a kid out of nowhere." The PA/bodyguard pointed out while steaming in his dark blue suit that made him blend into the scenery. Coupled with the kid however, made him stand out immensely. Speaking of which, he took Valencia out of her sling and placed her on Jack's desk. She looked around for a bit before flopping onto her side "'Ed!"

Rhys rolled his eyes "You're not dead, now stay put for a bit. Mommy has some work to do." The PA said with a grin as he turned back to Vasquez "I've been waiting a long time to kick your sorry ass."

Time skip*

Rhys held his head in his hands while he sat at the conference table with R&D, Jack, and Valencia who rests in Jack's lap. "So you're telling me that I can reproduce in an asexual manner as well as sexual. That I have become a hermaphrodite because of my exposure to Eridium."

The new R&D hesitantly nodded their heads while the bodyguard groaned "Tell me what else you found before I blow some holes into those skulls of yours." He growled.

One nerdy kid, James? Ally?, hesitantly stood up on shaking legs like a newborn fawn. "Um due to your examinations, we've deduced that you have adopted a cycle. The womb inside you has been inside you from the time of your birth but it's been...dormant until your exposure to the element. Also...we've discovered that there is already a new embryo developing in your womb. It's past the development of a zygote and within the first trimester of development."

"So I'm going to be popping out another kid soon? Oh brilliant. A pregnant bodyguard, just what Helios needs."

Jack chuckled "Don't worry, pumpkin, we'll think of something."

[faithlept-blog]

// Bleurgh okay, I think my head is finally clear enough to write something legible. B'( So okay, before interacting with your Faith, I was trying to read up and watch whatever videos I can of her and-- for one thing, you've certainly gotten that really soft and gentle voice of hers down. Other than that, she's still a really tragic enigma, being one of many Faiths that was taken in, and I've already been enjoying seeing your own personal HCs of her without straying too far from when

it comes to what we see of her in the game itself. Your writing makes me want to see even more, makes me so excited for more. Because you always have such amazing ideas and considerations for every character that you play for, and this girl is ofc no different. I’m really excited to write with her too, as I have been with all your other muses. And I really can’t wait to see what her relationship will be like with Itsuki.

This Meme – still accepting

@rollingsnowsmasher​

I’m sorry this is so late, but thank you so much! I”m really enjoying fleshing her out and working out the bits of her character. The fact that you still read up on and watch videos to interact with these characters means so much to me and, as you know, I’ve loved what you’ve done with Itsuki’s verse and, if our interactions on John have shown anything, I’m sure whatever we come up with for her and Faith will have me just as invested. So, yeah, thank you, Becka. You’ve always supported me wholeheartedly and stuck with me on so many blogs, I honestly can’t thank you enough for that.

[hunnieebunniee]

I was tagged by @corvidame whomst i copied and pasted 

last…

1. drink:  Chai latte even tho its 87 degrees here

2. phone call: My mom abt going to the gym

3. text message:  “this fu kifn hellsite” to becka

4. song you listened to: Dancing in the Moonlight by Alt-J

5. time you cried: Last real cry excluding all the dumb times I’ve teared up bat something that doesn’t matter was like 2 weeks ago

have you ever…

6. dated somebody twice: Define date? cus depending on ur definition yah

7. kissed someone and regretted it: YAH

8. have been cheated on: no

9. lost someone special: yes

10. been depressed: depression? I don’t know her… 

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: yes and now i can’t drink whiskey

favorite colors…

12. to wear: black or red, they fit the aesthetic

13. I like orangey yellow colors because they remind me of the 70s

14.  warm colors are my fave

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: Yes and i love them all

16. fallen out of love: out of infatuation yes

17. laughed until you cried: yes w literally everyone

18. found out somebody was talking about you: yeah but not in a bad way

19. met somebody who changed you: yes but I’m waiting to see if the change sticks

20. found out who your friends are: yes but w the usual “we grew apart” stuff so it wasn’t serious

21. kissed somebody on your facebook list: yes

general

22.  how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: like 85%

23. do you have any pets: yes, 5 cats named pip, matilde, hobbes, teddy bear, and sneakers. we may also foster a kitten soon named zoya

24. do you want to change your name: yah I’ve always wanted to be called bunnie for some godforsaken reason

25. what did you do for your last birthday: i ate some raspberry cake and went to an audition for wizard of oz

26. what time did you wake up: 10:15ish

27. what were you doing at midnight: brainstorming for a short play I’m writing

28. name something you can’t wait for: depeche mode concert on sunday!!!

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like 5 seconds ago, she was asking if i had any idea for dinner

30. what are you listening to right now: the sprinkler outside? idk if that counts

31. have you ever talked to someone named tom: yeah one of my parents friends

32. something that gets on your nerves: when people are casually mean to animals, like they shove them off of things or defend eating meat w/out acknowledging the harm it does

33. most visited website: tumblr tbh

34. hair color: medium blonde, although I’m getting lowlights put in to blend it to a darker blonde

35. long or short hair: i had short hair for like 11 yrs but rn its just a little past my shoulders 

36. do you have a crush on somebody: Not currently, but i get crushes very easily and lose them easily too

37. what do you like about yourself: ig I’m kind of funny? i like making people laugh

38. piercings: 3 in my ears and one in my nose

39. blood type: lmfao idk

40. nickname: for a while in 6th grade i was super edgy and wanted to be called skarlitt, but my name is kinda too short for a nickname

41. relationship status: Single

42. zodiac: Aquarius sun, leo moon, scorpio rising

43. pronouns: binch/binchself

44. favorite tv shows: Buffy the vampire slayer, river monsters, the office, skins, american horror story

45. tattoos: i have the aquarius symbol poked on the left side of my ribcage but i want to get more

46. right or left handed: right

47. surgery: none yet thank god

48. sports: im a dancer which isn’t a sport, but i played field hockey in 6th grade

49. vacation: just got back from pent water, mi two days ago it was rly nice

50. pair of trainers: my basic bitch adidas neos

51. eating: cabbage soup at like 6:30

52. favorite drink: chai latte lol

53. what are you up to: answering this 

54. waiting for: orientation on thursday

55. want: to lose 40-50 lbs, currently 166

56. get married: yes but i want to date them for 10 or so years beforehand

57. career:  on broadway! or maybe a history teacher

58. hugs or kisses: hugs definitely I’ve never kissed a person that was enjoyable which sounds conceited sorry

59. lips or eyes: on me i like both, but on others def eyes

60. shorter or taller: I want to be 5 inches taller, but idk if this is abt dating so any size in that case

61. older or younger: 25 is the ideal age for me, so older

62. nice arms or stomach: arms on others, i wish i had both tho

63. hook up or relationship: depends on the person

64. troublemaker or hesitant: depends on the situation, i will fucc shit up if i want to but i don’t always want to

65. kissed a stranger: yeah

66. drank hard liquor: yes

67. lost glasses/contact lenses: constantly. idk if I’ve had a pair of contacts that lasted longer than 3 days but i rarely wear them

68. turned someone down:  yea :////

69. sex on the first date: eh

70. broken someone’s heart: i think not

71. had your heart broken: yes

72. been arrested: no

73. cried when someone died: every time

74. fallen for a friend: YES its a real problem chances are if we’re friends I’ve liked u at some point, not true for all tho

do you believe in…

75. yourself: sometimes, most times no but I’m determined

76. miracles: yes but not the stereotypical kinds

77. love at first sight: not love, but definitely lust lol

78. santa claus: till i was around 6 until people ruined for me

79. kiss on the first date: yeah, again depends on the person

80. angels: benevolent spirits yeah, but not the winged harp kind

81. current best friends names: becka, regi, ella, annika, evie

82. eyecolor: Green/goldish but sometimes they look more one or the other

83. favorite movie: moonrise kingdom! fave movie of all time

I tag @constellationcelia , @sour-limelight and anyone else who wants to do it

[boredoutofmymindwriting]

Tag thing 80+ questions

Rules : you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

I was tagged by @evyiione thank you gorgeous !

Tagging : @beckawinchester @anmechokola @leakedlife @frickfracklesackles (Not sure who else would like to be tagged but feel free to do it)

1. Drink ? Coffee

2. Phone call ? My mom

3. Text message ? My dad

4. Song you listened to ?  Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato

5. Time you cried ? Last Thursday

6. Dated someone twice ? Yup and I regret both those times

7. Kissed someone and regretted it ? OH YEAH!

8. Been cheated on ? No

9. Lost someone special ? Yeah

10. Been depressed ? Yeah, still am

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up ? Nope

12. Favourite colors? Burgundry, Navy blue, Black

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU…

15. Made new friends ? Yes, and I’m glad to have them

16. Fallen out of love ? No

17. Laughed until you cried ? Yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you ? Nope

19. Met someone who changed you ? Yes

20. Found out who your friends are ? Yup

21. Kissed someone on your facebook list ? No

GENERAL

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life ? Let me count… 170 out of 175

23. Do you have any pets ? Yup, 2 cats 1 dog

24. Do you want to change your name ? No

25. What did you do for your last birthday ? Nothing much

26. What time did you wake up ? 8:30 am

27. What were you doing at midnight last night ? Watching TV

28. Name something you can’t wait for : Supernatural season 13

29. When was the last time you saw your mom ? Today

31. What are you listening to right now ? Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato, Some episode of CSI Miami my family is watching

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom ? Does someone named Tommy count?

33. Something that is getting on your nerves ? My sis, mom and dad

34. Most visited website ? Tumblr

35. Hair color ? Currently brown but my natural hair color is dark blond

36. Long or short hair ? Kinda short

37. Do you have a crush on someone ? In real life nope

38. What do you like about yourself ? Sadly can´t answer that question and be honest about it....

39. Piercings : Yup, 2 in right ear 4 in left ear.

40. Blood type : No clue, should probably get that checked lol

41. Nickname : Jo, Shelly, Jerk

42. Relationship status : Single

43. Zodiac : Aquarius

44. Pronouns : She/her

45. Favourite tv show : Supernatural and so many others

46. Tattoos : None, but I want to get some when I´m older

47. Right or left handed : Right handed

48. Surgery : Yup twice for now

49. Piercing : Yup as stated earlier lol

50. Sport : None unless you count hiking and archery on some occacions

51. Vacation : My dream vacation is travelling around the world or a road trip in the USA

52. Pair of trainers : 3?

53. Eating : Nothing right now

54. Drinking : Same as above

55. I’m about to : Post this and answer some more tag thingies

56. Waiting for? Way to many things

57. Want? To get better

58. Get married ? Hopefully

59. Career ? Pediatric nurse or something where you help kids

60. Hugs or kisses ? Both if I´m comfortable with you or stay the hell away from me

61. Lips or eyes ? Both

62. Shorter or taller ? Taller

63. Older or younger ? Older

64. Nice arms or nice stomach ? I can’t choose

65. Hook up or relationship ? Relationship.

66. Troublemaker or hesitant : Hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER…

67. Kissed a stranger : Never

68. Drank hard liquor : Nope

69. Lost glasses/contact lenses : Yup

70. Turned someone down : Yes

71. Sex on the first date : Never

72. Broken someone’s heart : I don’t think so

73. Had your heart broken : Yup

74. Been arrested : Not yet at least.

75. Cried when someone died : Yes

76. Fallen for a friend : Nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

77. Yourself ? No...

78. Miracles ? Yes

79. Love at first sight ? Yes

80. Santa claus ? No

81. Kiss on the first date ? Maybe

82. Angels ? Yes

OTHERS

83. Current best friend’s name : Ambre, Becka, Deb, Linn, Tim

84. Eyes color : Blue

85. Favourite movie : I can’t choose but maybe To The Bone

[roxy-davenport]

Leather and Domination

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 5,238

My awesome beta: @raspberrymama

A/N: This was written for @chelsea-winchester Courtney’s 200 Challenge “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones. Super late for that challenge. Sorry hun. This was also written for Becka @beckawinchester & Johanna’s @boredoutofmymindwriting 500 Follower milestone challenge with the prompt, “SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake and @fiveleaf 100 Follower Challenge with the prompts, Crowley, Hell and Devil’s Trap. The reader roleplays as Crowley’s dominatrix in a demonic sex club. LOTS of kinky SMUT ahead. This is part 2 of the Hot Times In Hell series. You do not need to read Part 1 to understand Part 2. Each story is its own self-contained smutty story. I actually spent a day and a half researching for this chapter. LOL. Enjoy. :) Smut aesthetics under the cut.

   The Hot Times In Hell Series

Part 1: The One With the Princess Leia Fantasy 

Part 3: In the Name of the Father

(each chapter is a self-contained story)

Also on AO3  

 Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man's soul to waste

 And I was 'round when Jesus Christ

Had his moment of doubt and pain

Made damn sure that Pilate

Washed his hands and sealed his fate

 Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game

  Crowley snapped his fingers appearing outside the decadent club he created. Various demons under his employ were waiting patiently outside the velvet ropes anxious to join the demonic elite inside. The security guards stood by the door, a rather imposing force diligently checking names off a list.

  Judging by the shouts and calls from Crowley’s demonic employees, they thought the ring on his finger was just for show; which it wasn’t, you two were indeed married, and happily so at that.

  Crowley hardly ever frequented the clubs he owned. Preferring to delegate managing to someone else. But tonight he wasn’t here on business, he was here for pleasure: yours and his.

  I stuck around St. Petersburg

When I saw it was a time for a change

Killed the czar and his ministers

Anastasia screamed in vain

 I rode a tank

Held a general's rank

When the blitzkrieg raged

And the bodies stank

 Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name, oh yeah

Ah, what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

(Woo woo, woo woo)

  Crowley walked confidently up to the gilded doors, nodding to the security guards. Adjusting his suit, he walked over the threshold. He was immediately met with loud music, happy giggles and a red and black strobe light. It was just as he remembered it.

  I watched with glee

While your kings and queens

Fought for ten decades

For the gods they made

(Woo woo, woo woo)

 I shouted out,

Who killed the Kennedys?

When after all

It was you and me

(Who who, who who)

  Crowley was excited about acting out this fantasy. He was in charge every day, every hour, even when he delegated so many duties to other demons. His work and leadership never ended. Sometimes he’d even have to schedule you in, just to have sex with you.

  Crowley’s work extended to you. Though he never saw you as work, of course. It was an added responsibility that he had every day, nonetheless. Work a full-day in Hell and come home and be your Dom and attend to both of your needs. He was a careful Dom and very protective and loving with you but he needed a break sometimes. He yearned for a release where he didn’t have to think and control, he could just give over power safely to someone he trusted and loved. Someone who could dominate him in the right way.

  He was centuries old and had tried this countless times before but everyone else got it wrong. It wasn’t about pain or torture. He was no slouch when it came to pain but there had to other things there too. It was about gentle seduction, about the gentle pull from a seemingly submissive woman now a Domme to her King. He was both excited and nervous about the prospect. It was a great change of pace from where he just came from, a dull meeting in Hell with two demons constantly badgering him about something. He definitely needed a release.

  Let me please introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

And I laid traps for troubadours

Who get killed before they reached Bombay

(Woo woo, who who)

 Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

(Who who)

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

(Who who, who who)

 Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But what's confusing you

Is just the nature of my game

(Woo woo, who who)

  Crowley walked down the hallway, hands in his pockets as he glanced curiously at the scene around him. Over to his left there were some hapless souls in cages dancing to please the manager of this establishment. Over to the right, female demons offered monsters; vampires and demons mostly but some werewolves as well, some beverages. He nodded to various employees not remembering their names or caring much about them, just that they did their job well and their clients were happy.

  Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners saints

As heads is tails

Just call me Lucifer

'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

(Who who, who who)

 So if you meet me

Have some courtesy

Have some sympathy, and some taste

(Woo woo)

Use all your well-learned politesse

Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah

(Woo woo, woo woo)

  He walked over to the bar and everyone parted for him. He stopped abruptly when he realized that “Sympathy for the Devil” was playing, how apt really. He smirked as he focused on the song for a bit.

  Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah

(Who who)

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down

(Woo woo, woo woo)

 Woo, who

Oh yeah, get on down

Oh yeah

Oh yeah!

(Woo woo)

  The bartender bows in front of him, standing a respectable distance from him, waiting for his order. Crowley smirked and opened his mouth when a demon to his left snapped her fingers, making Craig appear before him. Crowley stared down at the drink unimpressed. Crowley slowly turned his head, both curious and angry. Warring emotions ever present on his face. The female demon looked down at the ground gulping.

  Tell me baby, what's my name

Tell me honey, can ya guess my name

Tell me baby, what's my name

I tell you one time, you're to blame

  “Forgive me for my boldness sir, but the King shouldn’t be drinking by himself.”

  Both you and Crowley were jealous to no ends. He had killed several demons just for looking at you much less touching you. You could feel the anger flowing off you in waves. You pressed your hands into fists and started to slide off the bar stool when Crowley subtly stopped you. You hadn’t entered the scene yet so you weren't his Mistress just yet. You glared at him, which he saw from the corner of his eye. Turning slowly to the female demon his voice was gruff and held no room for argument. He gripped the glass so tightly; he thought it would shatter in his hands.

  “I appreciate the gesture, really I do,” the sarcasm ever present in his tone. “But you see, I am married,” he held up his hand showing off his wedding band to the woman. “She is my Queen, the Queen of Hell and she WILL NOT be scorned or trifled with by the likes of you. I am NOT the type to cheat on her. I feel myself quite lucky to have her by my side.” He takes a deep breath and tries to take the intensity out of his voice. “Now, I know you’re a newly turned demon, but you’d do well to remember I already have a Queen. Go spread the word, dear.”

  The demon swallowed and took in a nervous breath. She kept her eyes downcast the entire time Crowley was speaking but the moment he finished, she looked up nervously and her lips trembled. Crowley’s eyes flashed red to signify he meant business and to leave now. The demon disappeared a second later.

  Oh, who

Woo, woo

Woo, who

Woo, woo

Woo, who, who [x2]

Oh, yeah

 What's my name

Tell me, baby, what's my name

Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

 Woo, who, who [x6]

Oh, yeah

Woo woo [x2]

  You smirked and focused your gaze on Crowley; he turned back around to you, holding it. Your gaze slowly ran down his frame. Gracefully reaching out to the edge of the bar, you slid down the bar stool elegantly. You swayed your hips as you walked confidently over to him. You put your back to the bar with your chest to his face. You were very close to him now; close enough to feel his warm breath on your skin.

  You waved off the bartender who was intrigued by the chemistry between you two. You slowly moved even closer to him. You fingertips grazed under his chin lifting it up to meet your curious gaze.

  “Are you ready to take orders from your Queen?”

  Crowley was warring with himself. He desperately wanted to say yes but it was difficult for him to just relinquish power like that at the snap of his fingers. You took out a long breath as your tongue dove out of your mouth licking your crimson tinted lips.

  “Hmmm. It must be hard for the King of Hell to submit to anyone, but I assure you, we’ll get there,” you stated confidently.

  You stepped in between his legs and ran your hands up his chest as you slowly slide his tie from his collar. You smirked up at him as you felt the silky material slide between your fingers. Continuing to slyly smile at him, you yanked the rest of it off and bunched it into your palm. You would have liked to put a collar on him now, but there were rules. He was worried about how his demons would react to their King in chains from you, a human. He would look weak and that would put you both in danger. But how to get him to leave, was the question. You leaned over, your breasts on full display for him. You whispered in his ear holding onto his collar.

  “Be a good boy for your Mistress.”

  His gaze held dominance to it, but you could see it wavering. You bite your lips and looked at him with a hungry gaze. You kicked the stool out from under him and he quickly stood. He quirked his eyebrow, smoothed over his suit and looked down at you. You held your hand out to follow you and he nodded, leaving a good tip for the bartender. His gait was confident as he walked behind you. Your heels clacked on the wooden floorboards, while his shoes made a booming sound behind you. You were both walking to the backstage area.

  Nodding to the security guards, you and Crowley slipped past the heavy velvet curtain into another hallway, showered in red lights. You walked through the hallway, the red lighting painted your hair in a macabre glow. You turned your face towards him, throwing Crowley a truly disturbing gaze with the red light. A gaze that made him instantly hard. He could take orders from you with that gaze. Your hips swayed as you glided to the door at the end of the hall.

  You opened it and turned on the light. The light provided from the black chandelier just barely lit the room. You yanked on Crowley’s shirt collar, pushed him through the door and back onto the sofa, and quickly locked the door behind you.

  With your head up and your hands on your hips, you walked straight over to the candles. You slowly took a match out of the matchbox and lit the candles one by one, your movements slow and calculated. You could feel Crowley’s eyes following you around the room. You turned around to him slowly blowing out the match. Let the games begin.

  You let your trench coat fall in a puddle by your knees. You lifted one leg slowly out and then the other. You kicked the coat to your left, giving Crowley a nice view of your stocking covered long legs. You stood before him, feeling powerful. Your breasts were spilling out of your black lace and leather corset. Your hair done up in waves in an old Hollywood style. Your eye makeup was very loud and ostentatiously black, making your eyes seem darker and more commanding than before. Your lips a deep shade of red that contrasted with your completely black outfit. You had on a garter belt and silk stockings paired with your favorite black pumps. You smirked down at him when you saw his eyes shine red.

  “Up. NOW slave,” your gaze dark and your tone forceful.

  Crowley obliged. You slowly run your fingers against Crowley’s clothes. You looked up at him, tilting your head trying to read him as you slowly took off his jacket and then his shirt. You left him to place his clothes in a neat pile, your hip swaying. You made sure to bend over while doing it so your ass was on full display for him. You returned to take off the bottom half of his clothes. You caressed his cheek with one finger pushing his chin up to meet your gaze.

  I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah)

Them other boys don't know how to act (yeah)

I think it's special, what's behind your back (yeah)

So turn around and I'll pick up the slack (yeah)

 Dirty babe

You see these shackles, baby

I'm your slave

I'll let you whip me if I misbehave

It's just that no one makes me feel this way

  “Welcome to Lady Y/N’s domain. I will take care of you, Pet, and you will learn how amazing it is to let go. You are safe here and loved, but you are not the King, here you are mine, Pet, to be used as I see fit.”

  You could see Crowley struggling to let go. You placed a finger against his lips.”

  “Shh. Go along with the illusion dear or it won’t work.”

  Crowley smirked and nodded his head.

  “Yes Mistress.”

  “Good boy.” You pet Crowley’s head, massaging his scalp a bit. You noticed the way his eyes closed as you caressed him. Your hands left his head abruptly, falling down to his belt. You kept eye contact with him as you slid his belt through his pants. Without any further ado, you slid down his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, surprising him. You kept yanking until Crowley stepped out of them. You left to place them in a pile as well. Crowley was never one for patience so this was unbelievably difficult for him.

  You smirked down at his cock, already hard and pointing at you. You pushed him backwards until he was in the center of the room. You slowly walked around him appraising his body, the body that was now yours. He tried to look at you as you walked around him but you grabbed his head and placed it forward.

  “You’re mine now. Your mistress is evaluating your body, my body. You keep your head straight and look forward.”

  You heard him grumble and you immediately spanked one of his cheeks. He yelped in surprise. You tilted your head in his direction and he nodded and looked down. You stood behind him just because you knew how frustrating it was for him to not see your body. You saw him looking ahead, following orders.

  “Are you ready to submit to your Mistress fully?”

  You held up the Devil’s trap handcuffs. He eyed the handcuffs and then smirked back at you. You sternly glared back at him.

  “Do your worst, Mistress.”

  Come here, girl (go 'head, be gone with it)

Come to the back (go 'head, be gone with it)

Vip (go 'head, be gone with it)

Drinks on me (go 'head, be gone with it)

You see what you're twerking with (go 'head, be gone with it)

Look at those hips (go 'head, be gone with it)

You make me smile (go 'head, be gone with it)

Go 'head, child (go 'head, be gone with it)

And get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on

  You leaned forward grabbed his arm and carefully closed the devil’s trap handcuffs around it before moving to the other wrist. You stepped back looking at a naked, horny Crowley who was completely at your mercy.

  “What color?”

  “Green.”

  “Good boy.”

  You stepped into the shadows that painted the room, making Crowley have to strain to see you, which was the point. You stepped purposely to the candles on your left, taking one and slowly walking over to Crowley with it. You tilted you head looking at his gaze and the slightly hairy body that was all yours. Carefully, you walked closer to Crowley, his eyes now glowing from the candle. Your gaze slowly dragged up his body to rest on his eyes. You quirked your eyebrow staring at him, he subtly nodded. You slowly poured the wax down his chest, careful to avoid the hairy patch. He grunted and then let out a long sigh. You quickly massaged the wax into his chest, making small circles into his skin.

  You took your finger and brought it to your mouth. Your tongue dove out as you slowly licked some of the wax present on it. You then bent over, your hands in his hair yanking it just so as you licked his nipple and a small patch of wax. You didn’t miss how his head went back when your mouth met his skin. You kept eye contact with him and poured a little more onto his chest.

  His eyes turned an intense red. You reached up and dragged the chains that went from his handcuffs to the ceiling. You dragged them down so Crowley was slightly lower than eye-level with you. You stared at him, he stared back. He was used to you being the sweet submissive girl he loved. He had no idea that you could enter this role so well.

  Your hands reached around his body spanking both cheeks simultaneously. He quickly withdrew his red eyes and looked down at the ground.

  “That’s my good, submissive boy.”

  Crowley growled quietly.

  Uh, yeah, I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah)

You mother fuckers watch how I attack (yeah)

If that's your girl, better watch your back (yeah)

'Cause you're burning up for me, and that's a fact (yeah, take it to the chorus)

  You walked loudly and glared back at him, shaking your head slowly. You walked behind him, again spanking him. Your fingers touched every inch of skin on his chest, shoulders and neck as if you were committing it to memory. You then grabbed his hair and pushed his neck away kissing and sucking on his skin, until a dark hickey formed.

  “You’re mine, Pet. Your mistress owns you, but don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. Color?”

  “Green.”

  “Very good, Pet,” you winked at him. Your heels clanking against the floor as you reached for your cat o’ nine tails whip. You dragged it across your palms and then the front of Crowley’s body to make sure he knew what was coming next.

  Whispering in his ear, you asked him a simple question. “You know that some men like legs. Some men like breasts. Some like long hair. Know what I like?”

  “No.”

  “You stopped dead in your tracks. You reach, grabbing Crowley’s hair and twisting it.”

  “No what?”

  “No, Mistress. ”

  “Very good. Remember that. As I was saying, what I like are men’s butts. You know what I like to do with these gorgeous butts? I like to squeeze them, pinch them, caresses them.”  As you said each word, you did it, squeezing, pinching and caressing his ass. And man, did Crowley have a nice ass.  

  “Know what else I like? I like to rub my bare breasts down your back and over your bare ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  You pressed your breasts into his back, slowly sliding them down his body until they reached his ass. Then you grabbed your breasts and fondled them against his ass.”

“Does that feel good, Pet?”

  “Amazing, Mistress, but I want to touch you.”

  “Shh. You have to earn that by being a good boy.”

  “Now, you know what I like the best, Crowley? I like this,” you spanked him once on each cheek.

 “I’ve heard you’re fearless. That nothing scares you. You are the king, after all.” You walk over to retrieve his tie, “I’m covering your eyes so you can concentrate on what you’re feeling.”

  You knead each ass cheek before spanking them both twice.

  “You like that? Being punished by a woman?”

  Spank.

  “I give you permission to like it.”

  Spank.

  You took a feather and slowly dragged it along his body alternating between feather light touches and prolonged strokes. You keep it up until you feel the tension leave his body and goose bumps form on his skin. You then grabbed the whip and spanked his ass again twice on each cheek.

  “You like it?”

  No response.

  “I’ll stop.”

  “No, please don’t.”

  “Say you like it or I’ll stop.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Why? You’re ashamed?” You paused dropping your voice an octave. “Finding pleasure in your Mistress isn’t shameful. It’s OK. You’re allowed to like it and still be the King. Let go and let yourself enjoy it. Stop fighting for dominance. You must be so tired of being dominant. Of controlling all those demons. Let it go. Let the tension fall.”

  Come here, girl (go 'head, be gone with it)

Come to the back (go 'head, be gone with it)

Vip (go 'head, be gone with it)

Drinks on me (go 'head, be gone with it)

You see what you're twerking with (go 'head, be gone with it)

Look at those hips (go 'head, be gone with it)

You make me smile (go 'head, be gone with it)

Go 'head, child (go 'head, be gone with it)

And get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on (go 'head, be gone with it)

Get your sexy on

  You spanked his ass once more on each cheek before you walked around to look into his eyes. You slowly took off the blindfold noticing only hunger was there and not the usual defiance.  

  You slowly uncuffed him, not missing the surprise in his gaze and grabbed a collar, his collar. The very collar he picked out for himself a week before this. You had joked at the time that you both had collars now. You had gorgeous black lace over yours while his was simple distressed black leather. He sucked in a breath as you held it up to him.

  You placed the collar around his neck and attached a leash to it. You yanked down the leash and Crowley moved with it to the ground. You carefully placed your heel on his back, shoving him further down on the ground. Smirking, you slowly walk back and lower yourself on the throne that’s in the corner of the room. You place your hands on either side of the throne and lean forward, leash in your hands. You ran a finger down your throat to your chest.

  “On your heels, Crowley.”

  He obeyed immediately, staring up at you for further instructions. You sat there for a moment, just basking in the fact that you made Crowley go into subspace.

  Continuing to smirk, you held your finger out, bending it in a come hither motion. He crawled over to you, his arms on either side of the chair. You looked down at him sternly and tilted your head in disapproval. He withdrew his hands placing them down on the ground.

  “Good doggie.”

  You pulled the chain and his head yanked up.

  “Take off my clothes slowly, now.”

  Crowley nodded.

  You slowly stepped up from the chair. You yanked the chain, pulling Crowley to you. He slowly stood before you. Carefully, almost reverently, he peeled off your clothes staring hungrily at your chest. His hands shook with need as he slowly undid the ties in the back of your corset. You held out your leg on his shoulder.

  “Take off the rest too.”

  He slowly slid off your shoes and your stockings. His hands hovered over your panties. You nodded at him and he slowly dragged them down your legs, taking a sharp breath in.

  “Kiss and massage my legs, feet, and thighs, but not my pussy. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Crowley starts with your toes, sucking each of them before kissing every inch of your body from your feet up to your waist. He pays special attention to your thighs, hungrily kissing the flesh there. You can see how much he desires you for each action.

  His face hovered over your pussy.

  “Please, Mistress. Please.”

  You slowly placed a finger inside your pussy. Crowley’s hungry eyes followed it. You curled it, arching your back and moaning. You slowly pulled it out, showing him how wet you already were. It glistened in the dim light.

  “Taste my finger.”

  Crowley’s tongue dove out of his mouth, greedily lapping up your slick.

  “Good boy.”

  “Please, Mistress.”

  You looked down at him nodding.

  “Make you Mistress come quickly. I want to feel your cock inside me. You will get spanked if you keep me waiting.”

  You leaned forward on the throne as Crowley crawled closer to your. His lips wrapped tentatively around your clit.

  “Faster, pet.”

Crowley kept his tongue soft and flat licking up and down. He moved his tongue over to your clit and pressed on it before sucking it. Your head fell back on your throne. Crowley moved his tongue in different angles, changing his pace from slow to fast, intense to gentle. He watched your eyes flutter closed. You moaned loudly.

  He lapped at your clit while his fingers dove into your pussy arching to meet your G-spot. You were already so wet he could slip three fingers in.

  You pushed against his flat, still tongue about to command him to continue when he sprung back with a series of fast and vertical diagonal tongue strokes. He licked you senseless with a short burst of energy and the returned to soft slow strokes.

  His fingers worked relentlessly inside you, in a sharp contrast to how slowly he was licking you. You could already feel your orgasm fast approaching. His flat tongue pressed down on your clit and he shook his head.

  He lifted his eyes to watch you lost in pleasure. His fingers dove into your pussy faster and faster. He sucked your clit into his lips. You were getting closer and closer when he suddenly lapped at your clit, his fingers reaching even deeper inside you, faster still. You came suddenly and sharply crying out his name along with, “good boy.” Crowley worked you through your orgasm and then stepped back on his heels, awaiting your next command.

  You laid there wrecked, chest heaving, breathing ragged. You looked down at him with lustful eyes. You yanked his chain back, forcing him down on the crimson carpet. You were on him in a flash. You legs on either side of his strong thighs. Your hips on his hips holding him still.

  “Color, “ you whispered in between ragged breaths.

  “Green,” he smirked back.”

  You sunk down on his cock moaning at the feel of him filling you so completely.

  “No touching your Mistress. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  ‘“What a good boy.”

  You hands pressed down on his chest as your back arched. You moved your hips in a steady circular motion. You moved back and forth until your clit pressed against his public bone. You moaned out his name.

  You moved your hands down on his thighs bouncing up and down. You watched his cock enter and leave your body. Biting your lip before you threw your head back. You moved forward, your head on his chest, he desperately wanted to touch you but you didn’t tell him he could, so he just lay there taking what you gave him.

  You kissed his neck as you moved your hips back and forth. You let out a continuous string of moans. Crowley in turn was desperately fighting against his nature and the need to flip you over and plow you into the carpet. He growled softly, clenching his fists. You hit him on the chest, growling back. He moaned back at you. You grabbed his head and held him there in place. He watched you arch your back, breasts on full display. You ground against his hips faster and faster until with your other hand, you rubbed circles on your clit, coming in a matter of seconds. You came with another scream of his name.

  When you came, you got off of Crowley’s waist. He looked at you both surprised and angry. You shook your head and grabbed his cock, rubbing him up and down fast.

  “I said you would come. I never said where. Cum on my breasts now.”

  You kept pumping his cock until warm spurts of cum shot over your bare breasts. You kept going until you were sure he didn’t have any cum left. You massaged it into your breast before you placed your finger on your nipple and slowly licked the cum off it.

  “You were mostly a good boy but it was hard for you to give over control. Maybe next time, I’ll let you come inside me.” You said with a wink.

  Crowley snapped his fingers and you found yourself on his bed in Hell lying against satin sheets.

  “I had no idea you were that amazing as a dominatrix. We should have done this ages ago.”

  Crowley pulled you into his arms. You drew small circles into his chest.

  “So you enjoyed yourself?”

  “Yes, immensely. It was nice to forgo control. Although the end….”

 “I had to punish my somewhat of a bad boy. You had problems letting go.”

 “I know. I‘m sorry, Pet. It wasn't you. It was me. It's hard for me to forgo power, even when I trust and love you. It’s an issue I have to work on. You handled it beautifully.”

  “Was me calling you doggie…was that too much?”

  “I‘ve been called a lot worse over the years.”

  Crowley continued, “you were brilliant, really. Seductive, in control, confident, alluring. I could come just from imagining you.”

  “Good boy, “ you said teasingly.

  Crowley chuckled. He bent down and kissed your head.

  “I love you, Crowley.”

  “And I love you too, my precious little tiger. Now get some rest. After all the fun we had, I would imagine a human would be quite exhausted. I’ll watch over you.”

  And that’s just what you did, as you nuzzled into Crowley’s neck, dreaming of all the fantasies that were yet to come.

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Character in general: -Sighs and drags hands down my face- Where do I start? The whole Baker family caught my attention almost immediately, though, really, I don’t think you had much of a choice since they were the characters in your face through the majority of the game. Lucas kind of took me a while to form an opinion on (I mean, I’ve watched the whole game and DLCs and I’m still trying to piece together my thoughts) because you don’t see much of him until later on in the game but I’m very much in a like/dislike stage with him right now. Lol The whole dinner scene had me !!!?!?!?!?! the whole time, but I remember him sitting there with half his arm and just watching on curiously and me laughing because I’m just like “what is happening? You’re going to bleed out, dude.” Anyway, I’m gonna ramble, so I’ll get to the point. Lucas is a very interesting character to me, very twisted in a rather child-like way yet he’s very brutal and eccentric. There’s a lot of questions I still have in regards to him but he’s very much an interesting character to me and I thought he brought an interesting air to the game?? I dunno. I like him quite a bit but he’s a character I’d give a wide berth tbh. How they play them: So, I don’t think it’s any secret how much I love all your muses, Becka. As I’ve said before, this blog is no different. I remember when you started following my blogs with Lucas here and I was like “Oh, hey, an RE7 blog, who’s this?” and saw it was you and it was such a change from the characters I’m used to interacting with from you that I was a little surprised. Lmao I hadn’t finished the game at the time, so I didn’t read too much but now that I have I can say that you play him really good! I know I’ve told you this before, but your Lucas has this voice in both narration and dialogue that reminds me of him from the game, which is great. You seem to really understand him, too, and, as much as a sweetheart as you are ooc, and to quote something you’ve said to me before, you don’t hold back your punches and his commentary, which I think is key when writing horror characters like him. So, yes, as I’ve said, I love your Lucas, Zoe has a hard time tolerating him in between feeling conflicted about the whole “he’s my brother” thing, so that’s 10/10 in my book. Lol The Mun: I love you, Becka. I honestly couldn’t have been more lucky to come across such a genuine, friendly, open, caring person. I’m seriously glad you hung around my dead B.Lands blog for me to come back to it and that we got talking to each other in that commission email. You’ve helped me through so much, as much as I try to minimize my problems, and you always manage to make me feel better about stuff and you’re just so understanding. So, thank you so much for that and being my friend! You’re a great person who doesn’t deserve all the bull that you get and you’re just a ray of sunshine on everybody’s dash. I can’t wait to see what things we’ll get up to on our blogs in the near future. c:

Do I:

RP with them: YES! Almost everywhere at this point. LolWant to RP with them: After that nonsense last night? Gee, I don’t -- Yeah, Of course! 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I rambled my ass off in this thing and I’m sorry but all in all, Becka is amazing and if you haven’t checked out her Lucas, I don’t know what to tell you, man. You’re missing out. Lol She’s a complete sweetheart and I’m very glad we’re buddies and that she’s in this thing with me. Lol

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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[HR] Influence

“No don’t do it,”

“Oh my god don’t do it”

“No. No, no, no no no” repeatedly

Then in unison, “Nooooooo!”

Charles, Becka, and Dylan are all sitting around a comic book in their fort in the middle of the forest, It’s being held together by bungee cords and various large pieces of cardboard or metal or whatever else they could get their hands on. Dylan and Becka get up and find their way to their usual spots, Dylan on a bean bag chair and Becka in the hammock. Charles is still reading the comic book and flipping through the pages

“I can’t believe they would do Dracula like that, the story was going so good but then he had to turn on everyone that was helping him???” Dylan says annoyed.

“I know I feel like its such a betrayal to wha-” Becka trails off while Charles starts to tune them out. He keeps flipping through the pages with demonic imagery. He starts to hear something but can’t make out what it is or where it’s coming from.

“Charlie? You there?”

Charles snaps out of his focus on the noise, it disappears, “sorry I was zoned out, what were you guys talking about?”

“We were talking about how they did Dracula dirty I can’t believe they would do that to his character, I mean I guess if you look at th-” Dylan begins to trail off as Charles tries to focus on the sound and listening more intently this time he learns the noise isn’t something it is someone.

“HEY!” Dylan snaps his fingers repeatedly to grab Charles’ attention, “You okay man? You seem a little off.”

“Sorry about that, I think I’m just tired it is pretty late, I should probably start heading home.”

“Sounds good” Becka responds.

“Take it easy Charlie, same time tomorrow night?” Dylan asks.

“For sure, peace guys” Charles then leaves the comfort of the well-lit fort into the dark woods that surrounds it. There are faint street lights that he starts heading towards. As he walks over the very uneven terrain with all of the sprawling roots and random dips in the ground he can’t help but think about that voice that he heard in the fort, that voice, he doesn’t think that Becka or Dylan heard it, they probably would have mentioned it. He keeps thinking, maybe it was a trick of the mind, maybe it was someone far away that he just barely picked up or maybe

“It wasn’t,” the voice said as if whispering into Charles’ ear from behind. Charles whips around in a quick 180 to find nothing. He cautiously walks back into the clearing right before the road and then does another fast 180 and darts it to his bike on the road and starts pedaling as fast as he can home. He glances down every alley and street as he whips by on his way home, hoping to not come across whoever that voice was.

He eventually makes it back to his backyard, the tv is playing at a loud volume you can hear it from outdoors. As Charles sets down his bike it makes a slight clang, the tv turns off, Charles freezes.

“WHO’S THERE? CHARLES?” His mother shrieked. “Sorry mom, I-” Charles responds as he enters the house but is then taken aback by his mother sitting at the kitchen table finishing what looks like her 7th beer. “I’m sorry for being so late.” He starts to head upstairs to his room, his mother is too drunk to respond and is in her little world.

Charles throws himself into bed with the Dracula comic they were reading back at the fort, he starts flipping through the pages as he starts to hear a familiar voice before it can say anything Charles immediately states, “Who are you and why are you talking to me?!”

“Getting right to the point, I knew I liked you. I am merely looking to improve someone’s quality of life and for who I am, well, I am someone who can do that for you”

“Well, I don’t think my life needs improving.”

“Are you so sure about that? Your mother and friends say otherwise.”

“Listen, my mother’s been sober once before she can do it again and-”

“But for how long until she eventually relapses, you know that it’ll never stop right? It is going to be the death of her, I can guarantee you that.”

Charles begins to tear up as he starts to believe the mysterious voice. Through his tears, he asks, “What about my friends?”

“Well, after you left that had a conversation about you just have a listen.”

In Dylan’s voice, “Thank god he left, it’s getting harder to be around him.”

In Becka’s voice, “Hey come on now it’s not that bad.”

“Oh don’t sound so high and mighty you were saying the same thing last week.”

“I know but, I think his mom is drinking again and, I’m worried that us moving is gonna ruin him, he’s gonna be all alone with her. I think we should tell him.”

“No way, that’s gonna get complicated and confrontational, we only have a couple of days left let’s just lay low and then we’ll never have to talk to him again.”

“I guess you’re right, let’s head home Dad’s probably worried sick.”

“So you see, everything is going to go south pretty fast unless you let me help you!”

Still crying, even harder now, “How can you help me”

“Just allow me to influence some of your decisions. Repeat these words, Mentis Imperium, and I can help improve your life.”

As he repeats the words the voice spoke to him, his mother barges into his room after hearing him talk, “What are you YAPPING about? You little shit!” She tosses an empty bottle at Charles’ head which he narrowly avoids; he grabs the broken bottleneck and slips under the bed.

“Where did you go you little shit?” She runs over to where he was and looks under the bed, then she hears a rustle above her, she looks up to find Charles with the bottleneck raised over his head.

A loud thump is heard from Charles’ room. A few moments later Charles emerges from the bedroom with his hands covered in blood. He heads to the bathroom and jumps immediately in the shower, clothes and all. Once he drys himself off, he gets on the phone and contacts his friend Dylan and Becka. “Hey guys, I know it’s late but I was wondering if we could meet up at the fort? I just need to get out of the house for a while.”

“Yeah, sure dude. Is everything okay?”

“Was it something with your mom?”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now, can we just meet up? Just wanna take a load off with some friends.”

“Okay Charlie, we’ll meet you there.”

As soon as Charles hangs up the phone he snaps out of whatever the voice did to him, he can’t grapple with what just happened he goes into a panic trying to think of what he should do next, call the police? Runaway? He was going into shock.

“Breathe, just, breathe.”

Charles begins to take short breaths which gradually increase to deep long breaths as he starts to calm down. “What...the fuck.”

“That was a part of me improving your life, do you think you were better off with your drunk mother in your life?”

“Not like this, that isn’t improving my life, it's ruining it, I don’t want anything to do with you, leave me ALONE!”

The voice goes silent for a moment, Charles feels a weight taken off his chest, he realizes he is in utter silence. But as soon as it left, it came back.

“Unfortunately for you once you spoke those words we entered into a deal that can’t be broken.”

“What?! What was the deal for all you said was you were going to improve my life, there was no deal, I don’t even know what you want from me!”

“Well it’s very simple, I just want...You. You will be a way for me to influence your world and do what needs to be done.”

“Well, what if I refuse?”

“There is no refusing now.”

Charles runs to the kitchen and grabs the first knife he sees and holds it to his neck, “I’ll do it, I swear I will.” tears start to well up in his eyes.

“No you won’t, you and I both know that you aren’t going to do this because if you did that, you’d be just another useless mortal who wasted his life. We both know that you aren’t a waste of life Charles, you were meant for this.”

“I- I don’t know what to do now I just- I-.”

Charles slowly gets up from the floor and heads to the bedroom, he opens the door and falls once again to his knees

“Oh god, I-” Charles breaks down once again.

“Listen to me Charlie, there is only 1 thing left to do and that is to meet your friends at the fort and finish this the only way you can, there is no going back now.”

Charles goes into his room, averting his gaze from the bed where his mother once was and grabs a stack of comic books close to the door. He then leaves and quietly closes the door, on his way out he grabs the knife that he used from the kitchen and sets out of his house on his bike, towards the fort.

Charles finally arrived at the spot where they left their bikes on the street. Dylan and Becka’s bikes were already there, they came early. Charles ditches his bike and grabs the stack of comics from it, he can feel the knife he hid in the stack jostle around. Feeling sick to his stomach for what he is about to do, a part of him just wants to stop and turn back to his bike and go back home but, a bigger part of him knows that there is nothing to back to. It felt like his body was almost moving against his will, but not like when the voice took over, he knew what he was doing but couldn’t stop himself, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t.

As he got closer and closer to the fort the feeling in his stomach got worse and worse until eventually, he started to throw up, violently. Eventually, he had arrived at the fort entrance, he knew that once he entered he would leave a different person. He raised a fist to knock but waited a moment, this is the last chance, the point of no return he could sav-

“Hey, Charlie,” Becka says as she swings the door open.

“Hey guys, thanks for coming again,” Charles responds.

“Anytime dude, is there any comic book you wanna read? I see you brought a bunch there” Dylan says as he chuckles.

Charles can now pick up on the empty interactions he has with Dylan, perhaps the voice was right about Dylan’s feelings towards Charles. A feeling starts to build in Charles, a feeling he hasn’t experienced before, was this, hate? Anger? Fear? Whatever it was it was building quickly and towards Dylan.

“Honestly, I was wondering if you guys wanted to re-read that last Dracula comic, I think that if we take another look at it from a different point of view, it might be really good.”

“Ummmm, are you sure about that? I don’t wanna revisit that awf-” Dylan trails off as the feeling in Charles reaches its max, he’s had enough of Dylan’s talking and just wants it to end. He reaches for the knife in the comic books.

“Just...STOP!”

Becka screeches at the top of her lungs and with a quick slash Dylan’s throat is now leaking blood, Charles in awe of what had just done. Becka continues to shriek as she is paralyzed in fear of Charles. The noise coming from Becka begins to remind Charles of his mother’s screeching when she first came into his room that night.

That same feeling starts building up again of wanting that noise to stop, just wanting everything to stop, but it’s different with Becka, She isn’t actively negatively impacting Charles like the others but amidst all the shrieking that just brought back images of his mother trying to kill him and the sudden realization that if he doesn’t she could escape and get him in trouble so he briskly walks over Becka and similar to how he killed his mother he brings his weapon over his head and strikes it down into Becka’s skull, and he does so repeatedly getting covered more and more in Becka’s blood until the knife breaks.

Charles comes out of whatever haze he was almost as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes he could see what had just happened and he loses it, he just completely ruined his life. He breaks down weeping in the fort, amid his breakdown he realizes there is a red glow coming from outside the fort. He exits the fort only to be bathed in bright red light, Charles doesn’t know where the light is coming from only that it is blinding.

“H-Hello? I-I did it, I-I-I can’t believe I did it,” he falls to his knees and looks up to the sky weeping, he can’t take it anymore, he doesn’t know how he can go on existing after what he’d done.

A black demonic hand waves over Charles’ face and the weeping stops.

He doesn’t feel bad about what he just did, he doesn’t feel anything anymore. He stands up off of the ground and sets off back to the street towards his bike.

“Let’s begin.”

THE END

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How I Talk About My Friends On Their Birthday Social Media Posts Vs. Every Other Day of the Year

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On her birthday, March 15th: Rachael is a goddamn goddess. The extra unnecessary “A” in her name stands for Awe-inspiring. I am inspired by Rachael today and everyday. Live it up, your majesty! It’s your special day, you perfect Pisces princess!

On a normal Tuesday in January: Oh, Rachael P.? From college choir? Yeah, I don’t really see her much anymore, but she seems like she’s doing okay. Yeah, her and Toby are still together. I know, they do kind of look like siblings. It’s weird.

On her birthday, August 1st: Natalie was born on the FIRST of August because she is NUMBER ONE in my heart, forever. I’ll never forget the time we went skinny-dipping on spring break (!) Haha, sorry mom! That’s what you get for following me on Insagram. Anyway, Natalie is a sparkling fairy wonder woman and I can’t wait to see where life takes her for her 27th trip around the sun!

On a random Thursday in December: Oh, I didn’t tell you? Yeah, when we went skinny-dipping I saw it. Like, the weirdest, most distorted tattoo of Robert Downey Jr. you will ever see. I swear to god I thought it was Edward Scissorhands at first. Yeah, no, right smack in the middle of her left cheek. I swear on my life! I could not make this shit up.

On her birthday, November 30th: ATTENTION UNIVERSE: It is the ethereal daffodil-scented porcelain mermaid BECKA’s BIRTHDAY TODAY! That’s right, our very own Boozin’ Becka made her Earth debut on this very day 29 years ago. Comment below with your favorite black-out memory with the Becka-nator herself and see you TONIGHT to CELEBRATE with drinks on drinks on drinks!!! Hope you like tequila, Beck-It-Ralph!

On New Year’s Eve 2016: Yeah, I doubt Becka’s going to be able to give up drinking for the whole year. She should try a more realistic resolution, like flossing her teeth every day or drinking more water.

On her birthday, May 13th: Happy birthday to the truest friend I have ever had. Lucy, thank you for 12 years of memories, laughter, and cherry Tootsie Pops. I’ll never forget the first Halloween we spent together, trick-or-treating as two adorable ballerinas. We’ve been dancing through life together ever since. I love you so much!

On the day before her birthday, May 12th: We’re not even really friends anymore, I just feel obligated to make an appearance since we grew up down the street from one another and I was there the day her dad left. Yeah, she is kind of annoying, but we just have a lot of history together. I’ll just stop by her party for one drink and then I’ll meet you guys in Bushwick. I’ll Venmo you for the molly.

On her birthday, September 20th: Wishing the happiest of birthdays to my soulmate, my partner in crime, the peanut butter to my petroleum jelly (inside joke, lol), the light of my life, Tiffany. Tiff, I know you’ve had a tough year but I’ve witnessed firsthand how much stronger you are for it. You are such a badass. We are going to stay out until the sun comes up on your second day as a flirty, dirty thirty-year old! I hope you stocked up on your Red Bull, because I am ready to celebrate YOU and only YOU all night!

On her birthday, 11:58 PM: My Uber is here, tell her I said bye.

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