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[greenglowinspooks]

Alright, since it’s no longer 2 in the morning and my head’s a bit clearer, I present to you:

Liminal Riddler

So, not everyone in the DC fandom knows about this, and I’d bet that even less people in the Phandom do, but at one point, the Riddler had cancer. Had, past-tense, because he cured it. With the Lazarus pits.

And yeah, not everyone who gets dipped in the pits has to be liminal, but one would assume that the sudden replacement of a large number of malignant cells throughout the body is gonna do something.

The Riddler already acts quite a lot like a DP ghost in some interpretations anyways. He’s got a strict gimmick that he genuinely can’t part ways with, he’s campy and fun, he’s incredibly violent, etc.

Also, the way that he would react to this whole thing would be funny as hell.

Do I think the Riddler would really care if the GiW was after him? No. This is Gotham, the government is constantly going after him anyways.

Do I think he would care if Danny was being hunted down by the same people, and his parents were involved? Somewhat. He probably wouldn’t care about Danny specifically, at least not right away, but a young boy running terrified from his own parents would definitely bring back some bad memories, and he would probably give him a hand (if for no other reason than to get back to plotting crimes instead of dealing with childhood trauma).

Do I think the Riddler, whose entire thing is being smarter than everyone else, would care if the GiW somehow let slip that they thought he didn’t have human intelligence? That they believed him to be nothing but an echo of human life?

It’s not even a question. He would be the most insufferable person in Gotham within the hour. Genuinely nothing could stop him, especially not if Danny was helping jailbreak him from Arkham every time he got caught.

Almost every major road is closed. Every warehouse on the Docks is on fire. Somehow, they managed to color the clouds and smog a bright green.

The natives of Gotham would probably get those anti-ghost laws and acts overturned faster than the Justice League, if only to make the Riddler stop. His traps and games aren’t even lethal at this point (due to Danny’s insistence), but they’re so genuinely annoying that the general population is about to beat the GiW agents to death themselves just to get the Riddler to quit it already.

Also, I think that during this whirl of chaos, the Riddler would become quite fond of Danny.

He’s a bright young boy who’s very fond of wordplay, and inventive enough to keep up with him. Aside from the inevitable crisis of “oh god I’m becoming the bat,” he’d probably be happy to take on Danny as his protégé. Even if the boy won’t let him kill anyone (rude), he’s a terrifying getaway driver and can turn the both of them invisible and intangible, making Arkham escapes a breeze.

Hell, the Riddler would probably be willing to make a false identity for the two of them, just so he could get the boy proper schooling.

(Yes, he thinks that the entire education system is a sham and that he could do much better, but Danny wants to go into aerospace engineering, and the Riddler isn’t one to squander someone’s interest in learning.)

(Also, Echo and Query would find the whole thing hilarious)

[incorrectbatfam]

Do the batfamily members ever get too into their undercover work? (Undercover in an office and theyre worried about spreadsheets, working in a warehouse and coming home complaining about missing parts)

Bruce: Status updates on your undercover missions. Dick, you first. What have you got down at the docks?

Dick: I haven't confirmed the Killer Croc sightings yet, but more importantly, our catch hasn't been measuring up to last year's. Tuna we're doing okay on, but the salmon population seems to be on the low end. I've contacted the Department of Wildlife and Fisheries but it'll be another 3-5 business days before they can come down and check it out.

Bruce: At least you're doing something to help. Jason?

Jason: Class was okay. I think the kids are warming up to me as their substitute while Mrs. Maloney is out on maternity leave. The average on the last vocabulary quiz was 83.53% so either I'm doing my job right or they need to be challenged. I'm worried about Tristan Lancy, though. He's normally a good student but his grades have been dropping recently and his parents don't seem like safe people to tell. I'll talk to him tomorrow and try to pair him up with a peer tutor if he needs it.

Bruce: Also see if he has any alternate contacts besides his parents. Tim, any updates at the chemical plant?

Tim: If by updates you mean OSHA violations, I could go on all week. We got a batch of new recruits today and they were just thrown into the work—no PPE, no safety training, nothing. This is what happens when you place production over employee well-being. I'm gonna file a complaint after this meeting. Also, I think the union will have something to say about the manager cutting people's lunch breaks short.

Bruce: I see. Damian? Please tell me you found something volunteering at the zoo.

Damian: Depends on how you define "found." While I have not obtained evidence of a mutant larvae black market, I did help some of the animals at the sanctuary make progress with their recovery. Bobo the monkey is healing from his broken arms and we're gradually getting him re-acclimated to climbing higher surfaces. Suzie the black bear was born a little prematurely but seems to be catching up to her peers in terms of growth. Lastly, we got a grant for additional wildcat research and enrichment. As an aside, we are having an educational seminar on European mountain goats this Friday at 3:30 and I expect all of you to be there.

Bruce: I'll put that on our calendars. Steph?

Steph: It's not really undercover work for me, just work. Anyway, yes the newest Batburger location is being used for money laundering. But I really need to vent about the customers for a sec. We don't open until 10 and at 9:30 this morning some moron was banging on our door demanding Jokerized cheese fries. Then right in the middle of the lunch rush, Janie got sick so I had to fill in as the cashier and it was hell. After that, I had to step in between a fight at the drive-thru because the customer claimed we only gave him nine pieces of his ten-piece Robin nuggets and tried to beat up the kid who took his order. And to top it all off, an entire high school hockey team came in five minutes before closing.

Bruce: Cass?

Cass, blowing balloons: Can't talk. Arranging bat mitzvah.

Bruce: Duke, you're my last hope.

Duke: Margie's bringing a peanut butter chocolate cake to the bake sale. I swiped her recipe and we can easily beat her. Her ganache is way too watery and just runs off the top of the cake, which isn't even leveled. She's also trying to do something with a raspberry filling that isn't working at all. It's like she couldn't decide on what to bring. The bake sale committee also asked if we can bring some apple pies because the original baker has to go out of town for a family emergency. I think we'll win if we bring them with some ice cream and a touch of caramel, even though this isn't a contest.

Bruce: Thank you. At least our most critical case has been taken care of.

Barbara: ...I'll save my book launch for later.

[animeredhead101]

Jason Todd / Danny Fenton Masterlist

Completed

Wait For It by DisillusionedDanny :

When sixteen year old Danny goes to check out the Lazarus Waters in a different universe he doesn't know what he's expecting. Somehow getting a new halfa boyfriend and a baby brother was what were in the books for the young Ghost Prince. Everything seems to be going well, though, until first Jason decides to leave the League of Assassins and Danny to get revenge for his death, and then Damian decides that now that he is about to get to meet his real father, he will no longer need Danny. Years later, though, both Damian and Jason realize that they lost more than expected when leaving Danny behind all those years before. Especially after watching the powerful ghost king defeat an enemy within seconds. Now both must figure out how to fix their broken relationships with the ghost who helped them when they needed it most and never asked for more. Word Count: 33,891 Completed

Marriage, Who? by DeathlySilent13 :

Jason interrupts a ritual and gets far more than he'd expected. Like, an entire dimension more.

Word Count: 4,161 Completed

The Devil Wore a T-Shirt by DisillusionedDanny :

After a one-night stand, Danny finds himself pregnant with Red Hood's kid. Now he finds himself as a dad to a small child with an important decision to make. Does he tell Red Hood he has a child? Or does Danny raise the kid by himself? Word Count: 24,778 Completed

Deadly Assumptions and Their Consequences by Silver_star_06 :

The Justice league believes that Phantom is Captain Marvel‘s dad and tells the hero to summon him to help them with Darkseid.

They weren’t expecting the cryptic eldridge being to start hanging around the watch tower.

Danny couldn’t help but feel a kinship with the pre-teen that ended up as the current Captain Marvel. A scrappy black haired and blue eyed child vigilante, that only became one because of circumstance.

Danny was going to help this child whether he wanted it or not.

Word Count: 25,977 On-going

how to befriend your local ghost-boy by lizardtailsfails :

Fetch was a meta that managed to get in contact with the Bats, and did some support work for them. The first time Jason met him, however, the only thing he took away from that encounter was that somehow, this guy's very presence could scare the Pit into cowering. It kind of made him panic. He may or may not have shot at Fetch. And Fetch may or may not have disappeared as a result. Just when the Bats were resigned to thinking that maybe Fetch had left Gotham entirely, Jason stumbled across a warehouse that felt like Fetch's power. Looking into the owners, the Bats finally figure out Fetch's real identity--a kid named Danny Fenton. Word Count: 4,777 Completed

two dead guys sitting in a warehouse five feet apart cuz they're dense motherfuckers by lizardtailsfails :

Jason meets Danny again and gets treated to an educational slideshow. He was not prepared.

Word Count: 6,278 Completed

That Feeling When You (Accidentally) Seduce Your Landlord to Avoid Eviction by halfgone (milklywxy) :

Jason finds out the building his favorite safehouse is located in has been recently bought out. He could easily move, but he doesn't do easy. He'll just have to find a way to stick around, even if that means growing closerand catching feelingsfor his impromptu landlord. Meanwhile, Danny is pretty sure he hit the jackpot for surprise tenants. Word Count: 6,362 Completed

Like Betta Fish Do by Paperpuffin :

Danny had ended up trespassing in Jason's haunt. He didn't mean to. Total accident, he swears. (He blames Johnny.) So he bought the other halfa a basket of bathbombs and chocolate as a 'sorry, please don't disembowel me' gift. It was the proper thing to do, alright?

Everything was going to be just fine.

Then things got a little out of hand.

Word Count: 77,837 Completed

Take Out for Dummies by Mokulule :

"Excuse me?" Jason asked in disbelief. "How would you describe your ideal date?" The man repeated calmly as if he hadn't snuck up on Red Hood on a rooftop in the middle of the night. AKA Danny has been hired to take out Red Hood, there may have been a minor misunderstanding... Word Count: 2,009 Completed

Lightning in a Bottle by DisillusionedDanny :

Prompt courtesy of Stealingyourbones on tumblr: Jason gets his neck sliced by Bruce’s batarang. It irreversibly damaged his vocal cords.

Pros: He can still use ghost speak

Cons: None of his family knows ghost speak (as it’s sounds aren’t for living men to understand)

Thankfully Jason meets Danny Fenton who not only understands ghost speak but can teach him how to live again after his accident.

Word Count: 46,202 Completed

A deal with the Ghost King by JaxinKH :

When the Ghost King refused their offer of souls in exchange for saving the world, the Justice League had been scrambling to find something he would accept instead. But when the King dissapeared and the world was saved when they weren't looking, Constantine had been in a panic. Someone else had made a deal with the King, offering something worth more than all the souls on Earth. But what? And who had made the deal? Meanwhile, Jason left the meeting. He had a date to plan! Word Count: 4,524 Completed One of the cutest Jason Todd x Danny Phantom Fics I've read. I love the idea of Jason just looking at Danny in his whole Ghost-like glory and said to himself ' I need to tap that'

Core Bonded by GhostInGotham :

The only thing Tim could hear was his own beating heart and his harsh breathing. He barely even noticed that the demons had stopped what they were doing as well. Suddenly, the temperature around him dropped to the negatives. Snow started falling from the sky, melting as it hit Tim’s skin. There was a twitch from Trigon’s hand.

“ Mate, who…who was your brother just summoning? ” Constantine asked over the comms, his voice shaking.Ice spiked out of the ground into Trigons chest and forced him to stumble back. A man with blue tinted skin, and enough power radiating off of him to force an army to their knees, stood above Jason with a raised hand. Jason was on the ground and leaning his weight on his elbows, watching the being in front of him.

“ W̴e̵ ̸h̷a̶v̸e̷ ̷g̸o̴t̶ ̸t̷o̵ ̷s̸t̴o̸p̴ ̷m̵e̶e̴t̸i̸n̸g̶ ̸l̷i̸k̸e̶ ̵t̵h̷i̸s̷,̷ ̵b̴e̷a̸u̷t̵i̷f̵u̴l̴,̷” The man chuckled as he turned to the crime lord with an outstretched hand. Jason just snorted and took the offered hand,

“ Can’t help the life I live, Casper.” was heard over the comms. The being just laughed at the nickname.“ Bloody hell…Bats, your son just summoned the Ghost King… ” Constantine whispered.

Word Count: 10,085 Completed

On-going

Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It by HyperKid :

Danny and Jason meet by chance in a graveyard on Christmas Eve over a certain someone’s grave. Neither expect to ever see the other again, until they run into each other at a coffee shop less than a week later. And once they’re both thinking clearly, there’s obviously something wrong. Between working out what to tell their families, what’s actually going on, and just… well, being happy pains in the ass and proud of it, it turns out Team Batfam and Team Phantom all over are a match made in Heaven. Now all they have to do is persuade Bruce that Jason having new friends hasn’t hailed the apocalypse. Word Count: 275,002 On-going

Ghost King in Gotham by GDogDfeld124 :

Danny Fenton moves into Gotham to get away from the GiW and his parents. Luckily for him he got a scholarship to Gotham University and could move in without trouble.Everything goes haywire when one day while doing his homework he gets summoned.

______________________________________________________________Planning for this one to be a long one. Trying not to make this crack.

Word Count: 74,968 On-going

I Am A Retired Hero And My Love Interest Is A Crime Lord!? byShyCrow :

Danny Fenton did the whole hero thing, all right? He fought bad guys, saved the world a couple of times, became enemies with a secret government faction. And it was fun. Really, he had no regrets! But now it's time for him to buckle down and focus on getting that degree. It's a good thing Gotham University gave him a full ride. But things are just now starting to get more and more complicated... It started as an accident that evolved into the Red Hood paying attention to Danny. And now ghosts are starting to lose objects that, if fallen into the wrong hands, can cause a lot of trouble for both Danny and the Ghost Zone. With the bats starting to take notice of him and the Zone's refusal to leave him alone, can he truly lead a normal life? And, more importantly, does he really want to? Word Count: 138,759 On-going

A Crow's Murder by kokoa_la :

Danny takes on a new moniker when he starts up business in Gotham as a human, but this time, he's not the hero. A vigilante to the core, taking risks and shots for the greater good at another's expense.

With his memories holding his left hand and his responsibilities holding his right, Gotham seems like the perfect place to hide.

Until he's got a clock over his head, ticking away to an unknown end.

i.e. Danny steals from the waynes and now have the bats on his tail, too bad for them the only one to have spotted Danny is the Red Hood himself. Maybe the halfa can trust the resident crime lord with his teeny tiny issue with the government. What's a little treason to murder, right?

(Post every Saturday)

TW: depression, thoughts of death (NOT suicide), character death (does it count if its danny and jason?), cursing, drugs? (idk man), sickness, fighting, injuries

Word Count: 95,530 On-going

Lost In Between Our Needs and Wants by Murriana :

After having to leave behind his mortal life in Amity Park, Danny ends up settling in Gotham. There, he gets mistaken for a vampire and decides it's the perfect cover. This has consequences, for both him and the crime lord Danny's nose keeps leading him to. Word Count: 13,001 On-going Not going to lie, as I was reading this the only thought that was going through my head. "Danny is finally living his goth dream and has made it his life's mission to make Sam jealous about it"

Danny's Daycare by RobinsEggHead :

Being the Ghost King is surprisingly boring when you're good at the job and therefore your people are at peace. In an attempt to escape his mind numbing boredom (and do a favor for Lady Gotham) Danny begins his ten step plan to help the city without donning the Phantom 'cape' once more.

Too bad the Waynes and Gotham's vigilantes seem to be taking such an interest in the strange man who willingly moved TO Gotham to open a daycare in the Bowery. It's fine, this is all fine, what could go wrong?

Turns out- a lot.

Word Count: 33,524 On-going

I find it really cute that Danny wants to help but hes like a tired Dad that has WAY too many kids. This is still an early fics, but it's already one of my favorites.

Rooftop Express by EmeraldsAndAmethyst :

Danny Fenton just wants to help his big sister be comfortable in Gotham. But he is getting so done with not being able to fly around freely. Danny tries to do things on the up and up but just progressively accidentally starts looking more and more like a new rogue trying to get set up. His parents must be retired super villains, which might not mean anything. But the rest of the evidence isn't very promising.And then he finds a half-ghost no one knew anything about. Befriending him in the suit instead of out isn't helping his 'definitely not a super villain' case in the slightest. *edit 4/3/2023 o my gosh there is now fan art!!! pics in the chapter and links here tysm AK! [sharelink] Word Count: 89,268 On-going

What could go wrong? (A lot) by Dreaming_Ember :

John Constantine sat quietly rubbing his temples with his hands. He was fighting to not pull out a cigarette and light it. He knew this meeting would be bad. As soon as the Bat called him here for a favor he knew it was going to get messy. Bats never needed him for favors. But with this League Of Assassins people joining up with an unknown cult it seemed John was the best bet, well after he tried contacting Zatanna who was busy with something else. So far they weren't getting anywhere and it had been two weeks, the only thing that John has noticed is how what the bats call the Lazarus Pits, looks suspiciously like ectoplasm. Boiling ectoplasm. But still ectoplasm. John sighs, he didn't want to have to ask Danny for help, but if those pits truly were ectoplasm he would need to get him involved. ___________________________________________________________ Or when The League of Assassins starts acting up and joining forces with an unknown cult, Batman contacts John Constantine for help. Word Count: 5,130 On-going

It's Not Sugar by ConspiracyCrows

Ellie is destabilized and nearly killed by Vlad while trying to make another, "better", clone of Danny. In order to stabilize her she was de-aged to about 7, and now has chronic issues balancing her ecto the same way a type one diabetic has issues balancing blood sugars. In fact that's the cover story the pair use when Danny enrolls Ellie at Gotham Academy. The one favor he will allow Vlad to do for them. While Vlad seems to have finally come to his senses about Ellie, Danny won't let him anywhere near her ever again. Which is why they moved to Gotham in the first place, Vlad won't step foot there. It also helps that Lady Gotham is more than happy to have the Realms' Ambassador to the Living in her streets. They settle into Crime Alley, and Danny may or may not have forgotten to introduce himself to the Haunt owner, assuming Gotham would handle the niceties as he gets Ellie settled, and handles the pressing issues of the negotiations between the city, the realms, and those denizens of both who want or need one thing or other. Word Count: 23,052 On-going This is just one of the cutest fics! I love how Danny takes zero shits when it comes to Ellie. Jason and his interactions are so wholesome, I can't wait to read more !

[scumdrug]

Alexander "Eynos" Schäfer

english isn't my first language so i'm really sorry for any errors and such :{

tw for paranoid episodes, suicidal ideation, cult imagery, self-harm, addiction and such, i'm really bad at trigger warnings, sorry

his playlist!

Alexander was born in Leipzig, Germany to a single mother. He was born with several health complications, which included being born with one arm, leaving his struggling mom with a lot of medical bills and spending most of his childhood in a hospital, alienated from other kids. The only friend he had was his younger cousin, with him Alex started discovering his interest in music, though he couldn't play any instruments at the time, lacking the equipment and knowledge to do so. This left him with studying music theory and leaving the playing to his cousin, who he taught how to play guitar.

When Alexander turned 13, things started to take a turn for the worse, as his mom started to struggle keeping up with bills, as well as holding a job. As she was always a very religious person, as a way to cope she started spending most of her free time attending church and various religious organizations, which left adolescent Alexander even more alone.

Soon enough, Alex's mom meets a representative of an organization that promises her help with her son's medical bills, as well as stable housing and community in Canada. Alex had very little to say in the move – his mother already decided, he had to leave all he knows behind, including his only friend.

They joined an enclosed religious community in Canada, where Alex got forced into catholic practices. This is where his mental health started declining further, as he started struggling with undiagnosed schizophrenia, unbeknownst to him. The cult, as well as his mother, made him believe his hallucinations are actually dead souls, or even God, trying to communicate with him. With that, Alex got treated – or used – as a "medium" of sort.

Alexander's "visions" often turned violent, which left him more paranoid over time. He started to question if God was a vicious deity, who he soon started to despise. Alexander felt disgusted with having to worship something so hateful, which led him to various failed escape attempts. When he was 17 however, he carefully crafted a plan, which led him to a succesful escape, that he soon started to regret.

Alex soon realized he had nothing. No education and near to no knowledge of the outside world, on top of that all of his personal documents got taken by the organization. This very quickly led to Alex struggling on the streets, then a chain of drug addictions and difficulties keeping jobs, as his paranoid episodes often led to complete isolation and deep fear of the outside world.

Throught all this, Alexander tries to find peace in music and art, trying his best at painting, taking inspiration from his favourite artists such as Beksiński or H.R Giger. Alexander's biggest dream was to make music, though with his money situation that dream seems to prove difficult.

By the time Alexander's 30, he gets evicted from his apartement due to not paying rent, as he's too terrified to leave his house. Through an accident or luck, he meets a man — soon turned out to be a hitman of sorts called Kaban. The man offers help, he takes Alexander in to live in his basement and helps him find a night job in a warehouse. It is unclear to Alex why, but they soon form a close friendship and he finally manages to save up for proper music equipment. Alexander forms a one man dsbm project called Leere under an alias, Eynos.

Despite everything, Alexander is a gentle, quiet man. He rarely leaves his "room" (basement) and tries his best as existing as little as possible. He loves bugs, especially Death's-head Hawkmoths that he keeps and takes care of in his basement :}

:]

[3liza]

What is the difficulty curve like for american schooling? What is the usual pass/fail threshold? Here it is 50% with the peak of the bell curve (intentionally set and recalibrated every year) at 70%, so you get at least ±2 STDs of student marks captured between 50% and 90%. Which makes me think the exams/assignments themselves must be more difficult than their american versions. Ive heard that in some schools anything below 70% is an F, can that be true? The exam itself has to be easier in that case, surely

i might be the wrong person to ask, and not only because im not an expert or informed about the details of the current American school system, and im approaching middle age so my experience is now out of date, so maybe an actual teacher can correct me, but my experience in american K-12 education was that everything is made up and the points dont matter. i dont think it's standardized here at all. each teacher had their own grading opinions and some classes i went to were on a curve, some weren't, some were pass-fail, "cool' teachers would often say stuff like "everyone in here has an A right now. the only way you will lose that grade is by not showing up and not doing you work" and then would ding you points every time you fucked up, etc.

i have absolutely no idea what my HS GPA was, never cared about participating in graduation so i didn't go, and I think iirc I graduated late anyway (or they were threatening to withhold my diploma or something?) because of fucking gym credits (i have a connective tissue disorder, exercise-triggered asthma, crippled knees, and POTS, and kept telling adults that the stuff we were doing in PE class was hurting and injuring me, to which they would respond that i was "out of shape"), which my lawyer mother managed to get dropped from my graduation requirements by successfully proposing that my after school activities like dance and semi-pro theater and bartering stable work for horse riding time were sufficiently athletic to quality as PE. she was right btw i was working my ass off. anyway thanks mom. but again this is equivalent to Ryan Stiles successfully arguing that Drew Carey should give him ten points for the improvised limericks about the battle of Thermopylae instead of 3, and then Carey doing so.

TEST SCORES are standardized, and the Bush-era No Child Left Behind reforms turned my HS from a school where you go to class and do schoolwork into a test prep and test taking warehouse over one summer. it was an actual nightmare. i also dont know what my test scores were. probably bad

so basically my experience was that i never knew what my GPA was anyway because i both didnt care, and also whatever counted as a "credit" wasnt standardized either so it was impossible to keep track of. the causative order of these two things could go either way, idk if i didnt care because grades were too confusing, or if grades were confusing just to me because i didn't care.

edit: i also didn't have any friends who knew/were keeping track of what their GPA was during school. people either graduated or dropped out nd some of them got sent to summer school ("bad kids") and we would see the scores marked on assignments when the assignments were handed back, but cumulative, ongoing awareness of "how well are you doing in school officially"? maybe there were really on-the-ball kids who knew this information but if there were i never heard anyone talk about it and had no awareness whatsoever where any of my peers stood in school credit rankings.

[qibsichan]

Culture of the Destroyed ⛓️‍💥✨

~.*COME TO OUR LAND, OUR LAND OF LOVE*.~

So you’ve been accepted into the Cult of the Destroyed! But what is there to expect once inside?

Origin

Our beloved cult was founded in 1991 by the beautiful, holy and sacred Moon Queen. She breathed her dreamsmoke upon our oppressors and rive them to madness - while granting us the sweetest visions of our lost past. Legends say that the Queen was once a prisoner to the execution grounds… until her illustrious influence inspired a coup in her followers.

Though it began shakily, held on the backs of terrified refugees and convicts, each toy banded together in the name of once-cursed innovation to seek methods of survival. Just when all seemed lost, the Moon Queen discovered something. Seeds. And once food and water were secure, the Cult of the Destroyed began to flourish.

Layout

The Cult resides within Playtime Co.’s recycling plant, colloquially named “Destroy-A-Toy” by humans and toys alike. The warehouse is enormous and stocked with machinery, sorted goods, disposable garbage (ripe for the picking!) and many, many execution methods. Be it crushing from the plant’s crown conveyor belt, incineration from the heat pits, dismemberment from the dangerously whirring fan blades or - God forbid - digestion from the monstrous carnivore who resides inside, the cultists of Destroy-A-Toy have near-infinite ways to deal with intruders and traitors alike.

The plant’s centre is an enormous rectangular prism with an extremely high vaulted roof. In its centre sits the main conveyor belt, which leads to the crushing block. This is a gathering space and where the executions take place. The conveyor is only ever activated when the cult is legitimately in danger; therefore, the space is used for socialising, entertainment and general silly shenanigans.

To the left are the living quarters:

Rooms, tents, blocks etc.

Food court and banquet hall

The medical tent

The nursery

Most ritual activities

And to the right are the more industrial aspects of the facility:

Recycling chute

Incineration, dismemberment and digestion wings

Cell block (repurposed to hold humans)

Water purification systems

Catwalks to the cavern

The cavern leads to an enormous lake of water found under the plant. Destroy-A-Toy is powered electrically so it’s uncertain why such a large body of water exists, but what the cultists DO know is that it contains an underwater tunnel network that could potentially lead outside the toy factory if any were brave enough to dive. This lake is is filled with fish carefully managed by the Queen’s people.

The importance of the lake:

Provides drinking water once purified

Provides cleaning water

Allows crops to grow with the assistance of floodlights

Both recreational and educational fishing

The lake has been decorated with bioluminescence, fairy lights and cave paintings and is a beautiful sight to behold.

Food

Light, water and seeds are required for the cult’s agriculture. They take great delight in their cooking and host weekly banquets to celebrate their achievements. Toys were often starved as convicts and are therefore thoroughly fed under the Moon Queen’s care. Over time and through the assistance of a mysterious supplier, the Destroyed have learned to cook potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, peas, cabbage, spinach and corn. The incineration plants are used to cook, boil, steam and fry food. Most is served with fresh fish from the lake. Delicious!

This is California. The fish are ABUNDANT. And her beloved majesty is a cat, after all. If only she could grab some chicken… sigh.

Style/Aesthetic

Destroy-A-Toy represents freedom. Therefore, it adores:

Bright, pretty colours

Regal and imposing architecture mixed with cutesy little inhabitants

VEGETATION. These guys LOOOOVE their plants. Vines, trellises, leaves - since they’ve never been outside, they’re cherishing what they have. The living quarters particularly are filled with green space.

Gentle, coloured lights and bioluminescence

Celestial bric-a-brac - sun, moon, stars

Bead curtains outside the tents

Jewels/jewellery. Very celestial and goddess-y

Stuffing, coloured clothes patches etc. to fit the “toy” heritage

🌿🌺✨💎👼🌙🍇🪻

Rituals

Many of its rituals are hidden from outsiders… but you’re in the cult now, so you deserve to know!

The most important ones you must know are the Executions, the Campfire and the Cuddle Puddle.

Executions take place when traitors, prisoners or abusers are officially condemned. These are bloodthirsty public ceremonies that are NOT for the faint of heart. Just a casual reminder to never piss Catnap off.

The Campfire is the cult’s local worship ritual. The cult will gather around the conveyor belt, where a ring of fire is constructed. The Queen is seated in the centre. Music is performed and a dance celebration occurs - and, at the song’s climax, Catnap will release her smoke, iniviating worship.

The Cuddle Puddle is everyone’s favourite. According to the Moon Queen, “One cannot be happy when affected by the bad vibes! So we mush squiiiiiiish the bad vibes out! Very cuddly.”

Are you staying? ✨

We hope to see you participating in the Campfire soon… 🐦‍🔥

Oh! And here’s our playlist! For the vibes :)

[punk-pins]

fundamentally you need to understand that the internet-scraping text generative AI (like ChatGPT) is not the point of the AI tech boom. the only way people are making money off that is through making nonsense articles that have great search engine optimization. essentially they make a webpage that’s worded perfectly to show up as the top result on google, which generates clicks, which generates ads. text generative ai is basically a machine that creates a host page for ad space right now.

and yeah, that sucks. but I don’t think the commercialized internet is ever going away, so here we are. tbh, I think finding information on the internet, in books, or through anything is a skill that requires critical thinking and cross checking your sources. people printed bullshit in books before the internet was ever invented. misinformation is never going away. I don’t think text generative AI is going to really change the landscape that much on misinformation because people are becoming educated about it. the text generative AI isn’t a genius supercomputer, but rather a time-saving tool to get a head start on identifying key points of information to further research.

anyway. the point of the AI tech boom is leveraging big data to improve customer relationship management (CRM) to streamline manufacturing. businesses collect a ridiculous amount of data from your internet browsing and purchases, but much of that data is stored in different places with different access points. where you make money with AI isn’t in the Wild West internet, it’s in a structured environment where you know the data its scraping is accurate. companies like nvidia are getting huge because along with the new computer chips, they sell a customizable ecosystem along with it.

so let’s say you spent 10 minutes browsing a clothing retailer’s website. you navigated directly to the clothing > pants tab and filtered for black pants only. you added one pair of pants to your cart, and then spent your last minute or two browsing some shirts. you check out with just the pants, spending $40. you select standard shipping.

with AI for CRM, that company can SIGNIFICANTLY more easily analyze information about that sale. maybe the website developers see the time you spent on the site, but only the warehouse knows your shipping preferences, and sales audit knows the amount you spent, but they can’t see what color pants you bought. whereas a person would have to connect a HUGE amount of data to compile EVERY customer’s preferences across all of these things, AI can do it easily.

this allows the company to make better broad decisions, like what clothing lines to renew, in which colors, and in what quantities. but it ALSO allows them to better customize their advertising directly to you. through your browsing, they can use AI to fill a pre-made template with products you specifically may be interested in, and email it directly to you. the money is in cutting waste through better manufacturing decisions, CRM on an individual and large advertising scale, and reducing the need for human labor to collect all this information manually.

(also, AI is great for developing new computer code. where a developer would have to trawl for hours on GitHUB to find some sample code to mess with to try to solve a problem, the AI can spit out 10 possible solutions to play around with. thats big, but not the point right now.)

so I think it’s concerning how many people are sooo focused on ChatGPT as the face of AI when it’s the least profitable thing out there rn. there is money in the CRM and the manufacturing and reduced labor. corporations WILL develop the technology for those profits. frankly I think the bigger concern is how AI will affect big data in a government ecosystem. internet surveillance is real in the sense that everything you do on the internet is stored in little bits of information across a million different places. AI will significantly impact the government’s ability to scrape and compile information across the internet without having to slog through mountains of junk data.

[rainbowywitch]

Jabalia Rehabilitation Society is the only institution in the northern Gaza Strip that provides services to a large group of people with disabilities, especially those with hearing disabilities. It is considered a center for health, psychological and educational support in Jabalia camp that is no less important than government institutions. It is considered one of the contributing and supporting institutions alongside the government health and educational centers in the camp and shares the burden and community services with those centers.

Since the beginning of the war on Gaza on October 7, the institution has been a center for sheltering thousands of displaced civilians, especially those with disabilities and their families who benefit from the institution's services. However, after the Israeli occupation forces entered Jabalia camp for the second time in the war on May 12, they destroyed and burned all the buildings and facilities of the association after it had been a shelter for thousands of displaced people. https://gofund.me/6f974a1b

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Campaign to rebuild hope for people with disabilities by rebuilding and restoring their institution in the northern Gaza Strip :

Who are we? Jabalia Rehabilitation Society is a Palestinian non-governmental community organization that does not seek to achieve material profit, but rather seeks to achieve social justice among members of the same community and to defend persons with disabilities as the main beneficiaries of the society. It was established in the northern Gaza Strip governorate in Jabalia camp on August 1, 1991 with voluntary efforts and financial and in-kind assistance from UNRWA in Gaza - Disability Program. The society is the first community rehabilitation center established in partnership with UNRWA in Gaza. It is registered with the Palestinian Ministry of Interior and holds registration certificate number 4010. Jabalia Society is a member of (the Network of Civil Society Organizations, the Coordination Committee for Community Rehabilitation Centers, the Gathering of Rehabilitation Institutions in Northern Gaza), and it is also a member of (the Network of Arab Organizations) at the regional level. The association’s main headquarters contains three main buildings: 1- The association’s administration building, which includes the secretariat and reception, the association’s director’s office, the audiology and speech clinics, the project management department, the accounting department and the association’s executive management, and the community activities department. 2- Jabalia Joint School for the Education of the Deaf building, which provides educational services to more than 90 male and female students with hearing disabilities, distributed over three different age groups (kindergarten - primary stage - preparatory stage). 3- The third building includes the institution’s warehouses, the theater, and a number of offices. 4- External facilities, consisting of a sports field, a sandy yard, a green garden, a cafeteria, and a beneficiaries’ lounge. The association provides its services and activities to more than 40,000 beneficiaries annually from the North Gaza Strip Governorate, through its staff of about 80 employees, including (46) permanent basic employees, and the rest are distributed between temporary contracts and volunteers. Employees with disabilities constitute about 20% of the total number of employees in the association. The activities and services of Jabalia Rehabilitation Association revolve around (7) basic programs, 1- Audiology Program, 2- Speech and Language 3- Community Rehabilitation 4- Capacity Building 5- Teaching children with hearing impairment 6- Physiotherapy. 7- Relief Aid.

Why do we collect donations? Jabalia Rehabilitation Society is the only institution in the northern Gaza Strip that provides services to a large group of people with disabilities, especially those with hearing disabilities. It is considered a center for health, psychological and educational support in Jabalia camp that is no less important than government institutions. It is considered one of the contributing and supporting institutions alongside the government health and educational centers in the camp and shares the burden and community services with those centers. Since the beginning of the war on Gaza on October 7, the institution has been a center for sheltering thousands of displaced civilians, especially those with disabilities and their families who benefit from the institution's services. However, after the Israeli occupation forces entered Jabalia camp for the second time in the war on May 12, they destroyed and burned all the buildings and facilities of the association after it had been a shelter for thousands of displaced people.

So, on behalf of the disabled and the beneficiaries of the Foundation’s services, I address you through this platform to convey their voice to you. They need your support and assistance in rebuilding and restoring the Foundation so that it can reopen its doors to carry out its societal mission by providing services to those in need and contributing to alleviating the suffering of displaced families, especially those with disabilities, and to be a safe haven for them during this war.

How will these donations be used? These donations will be collected to restore and rebuild the Association's buildings and facilities destroyed by the war and equip them with the necessary tools and equipment, which is estimated to cost approximately $300,000. 1- The cost of rebuilding and renovating the three buildings of the institution is estimated at $255,000, meaning that each building is estimated to cost $85,000 to rebuild and renovate. ( 3 × $85,000 = $255,000 ) 2- The cost of restoring and rebuilding the Association's external facilities is estimated at $45,000. In the first phase, the building that includes clinics and service offices for citizens will be equipped to ensure the continuation of providing services to those who deserve them during and after the war. In the second phase, if the appropriate conditions are available during the war to continue the restoration and reconstruction, the remaining buildings will be equipped, but if it is not possible to continue in the second phase, it will be postponed until after the war.

How does your donation and support make a difference?

Your support and donation to them is a noble humanitarian purpose that supports and enhances the resilience of civilians during this war and after the war. This contribution that you will provide, even if it is small, will make a big difference in the lives of these displaced families and families benefiting from the Foundation's services in the North Gaza Governorate.

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[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 0

Masterlist

Glossary (contains spoilers!)

A-World

home of an alternate version of our Ateez

a city made up of a maze of cement walls and deserted side roads

their hideout is an abandoned factory/warehouse

Ateez viewed their music and dance as dull and insignificant due to their belief that it couldn't have an impact on people

the members were about to part ways indefinitely before their journey to the Z-World began

Z-World

Halateez's/Black Pirates' World (also referred to as Strictland)

the 4th Industrial Revolution already took place and led to a 200 year average lifespan and 40 years of education

the central government, aka the Sciensalvar political party led by 'Z', wants absolute power

-> to remove all possible unpredictable variables keeping them from achieving this, they developed a self-learning A.I. system

-> their ultimate conclusion drawn from this system's gathered data: the only thing keeping them from achieving absolute power is human emotions

-> as a result, they prohibited all forms of art and emotional expression

Cromer

For more details and a full list of its abilities, click here

appearance of an hourglass

enables travel between realities and into another's dreams, as well as teleportation while in direct contact with the object

Sciensalvar

The name "Sciensalvar" is likely just a combination of "Scien" from "science" and "salvar" which is Spanish for "to save, to rescue" - saved by science

In the A-World:

"religious" organization founded in 1999, led by Henry Jo (a scientist of some kind)

ideology: humans are a collection of energy, science can resolve uncertainties of the future, the energy in the Cromer can save humanity

never appeared outside of the Fever Epilogue Diary Version

In the Z-World:

pseudo-religious scientific organization spearheaded by 'Z'

invented the AI simulation for the 'best solution'

created a political party under the catchphrase: "The pursuit of a peaceful world without religious conflict and terror through emotional control."

said party grew in size until they were powerful enough to pass the 'Emotional Regulation Act' which lead to the solidification of the class system to the point where 'defective' people are now being 'disposed of'.

Android Guardians

only exist in the Z-World

tall, wearing white masks, decidedly non-human

burn people's memories as an energy source

-> the resulting smoke gets them drunk

-> this new energy market was created by the government's A.I.

their mission: obtain the Cromer, capture Ateez, the Black Pirates/Halateez and their supporters/sympathizers, as well as anyone deemed 'defective'

take orders exclusively from the Head Guardian, Z and presumably also the Sciensalvar party

guard the prison island (a bunker formerly used as an art gallery) and Z's hideout due to their non-human nature which prevents emotional corruption by revolutionists

Halateez/The Black Pirates

resistance fighters in the Z-World

mission: overthrow the government and free people's minds by returning the arts to Strictland

-> use the prohibited arts as a weapon

-> the alternate version of A-World's Ateez and their supporters

Left Eye

lives in Z-World where he used to run a boutique after studying fashion design

his daughter was killed by a speeding car while trying to save a flower on the road

-> she died slowly while passersby ignored her, too focused on moving forward

the yellow fumes of the Strictland dump made him hallucinate his dead daughter, trapping him

-> the Android Guardians found him there and made him the dump's new manager

he later becomes an ally to the revolution

Thunder

originally a group of elite students at Prestige Academy in charge of reporting any students who show emotions who have now joined the resistance

their leader: a girl resembling the one Seonghwa saw dance back in the A-World who dropped a bracelet inscribed with the words 'Be Free', she was inspired by the Grimes Siblings (who first helped Ateez when they arrived in the Z-World) to join the resistance

as the elitest of the elite who were supposed to be the future leaders of Strictland, they have access to top secret information on Z and are willing to share it with the Black Pirates to free everyone

their home base is located in a forest village away from all surveillance

[bitchymanlet]

Modern Levi Jobs

(Update: sorry this comes off as a little pushy, I was new to the fandom and very Passionate about this subject)

Another Modern AU where Levi has a white collar profession? Hm…

Of course people are free to interpret characters however they like and write whatever they want, but I believe Levi’s poor upbringing and criminal background are intrinsic to the man he is, and by stripping these vital aspects of his character away, he would be a completely different person (unless the point of the au is making him completely different?). For someone with his background, pursuing a higher education would be daunting, and a white collar career path may be near impossible with felony charges. And I just don’t think loads of paperwork, emails, formalities, bureaucracy, and academia are Levi’s forte. Plus, the man can’t stand the pompous bougie crowd.

While being mindful of his impoverished criminal background as well as his canon characterization, here’s a list of jobs I could see him having in the modern day (many of these jobs hire felons or depend on the employer or circumstance. Whether or not Levi has felonies, he must have a criminal record of some sort, and these jobs would be possible with that in mind. Some may be more believable than others, I think it depends on lots of life factors as to which career path he would choose, and that’s the cool thing about AUs—so many possibilities!)

Retail/Service industry:

Store Clerk

Barista

Bartender

Bellboy

Dry Cleaner

Line Cook

Butcher

Barber

Body Piercer

Florist

Personal Trainer

Animal care:

Pet Groomer

Veterinary Assistant

Ranch Hand

Trades/Labor:

Custodian

Maintenance Worker

Warehouse Worker

Electrician

Plumber

Welder

Mechanic

Glass Blower

Potter

Tea Farmer

Fighting:

Kickboxer

MMA Fighter

Martial Artist

Self Defense Instructor

Show biz:

Animal Trainer

Makeup Artist

Actor

Stuntman

Acrobat

Pole Dancer

Crime:

Gangster

Smuggler

Drug Trafficker

Arms Trafficker

Thief

Assassin

Vigilante

Miscellaneous:

Tea Influencer

Shibari Artist (ok hear me out mans is dexterous 👀)

IF he still grew up destitute but managed to not get caught for serious crimes and therefore does NOT have a criminal record or it’s too chickenshit to be a big deal:

Gymnast

Soccer Player

Track Runner

Jockey

Zookeeper

Lifeguard

EMT

Firefighter

Physical Therapist

Chiropractor

Caregiver

Private Investigator

Gunsmith

Social Worker (While I don’t think he’s cut out for an office job, I could see him possibly becoming a social worker due to his understanding for the clients’ plight, his compassion, and his desire to help others.)

*These are my opinion. You can play around with him however you want, I’m not hunting down anybody for how they interpret a fictional character. I’m just sharing ideas that’ll maybe inspire.

And here's a fun little thing regarding him being a tradesman:

“Going over our shortcomings and bitching about our situation is an important ritual.” Don’t tell me that’s not something a union man would say.

[askauradonprep]

Poly Pirate Crew Timeline

I should not have been allowed to do this rewatch. I am back on my poly pirate crew bullshit and I'm about to drag a bunch of new followers down with me if I have my way. :P

SO.

About three months before D2 (and 3 months after D1) the crew first forms. They're described as 'hardened mercenaries' 'cutthroats' and 'a bunch of scoundrels' but also as kids who were deemed not worth very much by the Isle. There are bumps and bruises in getting some of them into teamwork but overall, things go really well. Uma quickly inspires confidence by doing things like diving into the sea to rescue Gil or waiting at the mouth of a collapsing cave to make sure her entire crew gets out.

Over that three month interval, the crew not only makes major territory grabs (including Mal's former territory) and even begins to be taken seriously by some of the adults. They also start hanging out and spending most of their time together, so when it comes to doing things like making out as stress relief or going to places together, it's usually with each other. At some point it occurs that they're all pretty much dating each other but they have bigger things to worry about so it's not that big of a deal.

Descendants 2 goes down, Uma's missing for a whole year. Harry takes over and manages to hold down the fort but the crew is a mess without Uma and he knows it. Even people who don't hang around the crew like Ginny Gothel notice how close knit the crew is and can no longer imagine Harry without them. Harriet notes that getting Harry a VK Day application is pointless because he won't leave without his crew. They also note he's been miserable without Uma.

Descendants 3 goes down, Uma returns! The crew is elated but only for a moment. Uma has to tell them the gut punching news that the barrier is going to stay closed forever and they're all going to die on the Isle. Rather than dwell on that, she focuses them on preparing to protect the Isle as supplies dwindle and chaos breaks out. Obviously this crisis is averted by Mal letting down the barrier and setting them all free.

The crew is in Auradon now! They take about a semester to get caught up on educational requirement differences and their 'we're REASONABLY certain they won't destroy Auradon' stamp of remedial goodness. They make things official and enjoy both running wild and having actual DATING moments. During this time, they find an abandoned villa in Auradon that they claim as theirs (by hiding it from everyone else with magic). Then they're officially free to pursue their own interests and they all....split. Everyone is on their own for about a year. Uma's happy for them chasing their dreams but also devastated to lose them. Well, after that year, Drey calls a meeting in a warehouse to see everybody. Harry reveals he's spent that time fixing up the Lost Revenge to be seaworthy and now they can go wherever they want and do whatever they want. The crew gets back together and sets sail for about a year and a half (totally not doing revolutionary things to stop certain escaped villains from hurting kids or bringing down places like the Isle, nooooo).

Uma is invited to be in charge when Mal, Jay, Evie and Ben go off to do some alliance building. She accepts and her crew accompanies her back. Most of them settle the villa and get their 'living on land' ducks in a row, but about six get Uma's office ready and help her out (yes this is from the Merlin verse but IDC, I like it, do it happens here too. :P)

Once Mal and Ben return, Uma's crew goes back to the water. They return periodically but for the most part, they are now full time pirates. After a while they start considering themselves PRETTY MUCH married. During one of these visits back, Drey gets pregnant with the crew's first kid born during the relationship (Valor being born before hand) at about age 26. This kicks off the start of lots of kids. Does this stop them adventuring, treasure hunting or pirating? Absolutely not.

There's a lot of details to fill in in between these but this is the general gist of how I imagine that relationship going.

[midn310]

Make it hurt

Thomas Hewitt x reader

*edited english version*

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It was a hot Saturday afternoon

The 3:00 pm sun was shining brightly, but occasionally the bright light was mercifully blocked by dark, dense clouds. It would rain soon.

Thomas was in charge of cleaning out the Hewitts' neglected old barn. Just one of the many tasks the family gave him to burden him. Luda Mae was back for her shift at the decrepit gas station, Hoyt was probably driving his stolen cruiser around, intimidating unsuspecting teenagers. And Monty was watching reruns of soap operas, as usual.

You were on the porch, brooding in thought as you shamelessly watched Thomas work. But you couldn't look away.

His toned muscles glistened with sweat and grime, his torso, bare to withstand the Texan heat, rising and falling rapidly as he heaved from the exertion. You watched him, his massive, massive body supporting the weight of a giant tire, which then dropped into the rubble pile with a loud thud. The mere thought of Thomas made your body tingle.

You mentally beat yourself up

Do you remember: Thomas and you are enemies

Ever since that day you first met the Hewitts, when they slaughtered your "friends" (who were more like idiotic traveling companions). You, unlike your peers, took advantage of your good manners early on, managing to ingratiate yourself with Luda Mae and sparing your life.

But then there was Thomas.

It was he who first caught your eye while visiting the station.

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You were holding a basket with some produce in it, fanning yourself with your other hand in a fruitless attempt to relieve the heat. Luda Mae watched intently as your rowdy colleagues carelessly grabbed a few items from the sparse shelves. The commotion in the shop seemed to bother the old lady, who regarded them with disdain.

You, a shy and polite young woman, greeted the woman with a sweet smile and placed the remaining items on the counter. Ears burning with embarrassment.

"Sorry about the mess ma'am, I swear we'll clean it up before we leave."

"Are these your friends?" She asked sniffing at the young people at the back of the store.

You considered the question for a few seconds. "No, just college buddies. I needed a ride to Louisiana to do some research work."

She stared at you for a long time. Shit, you struggled to maintain eye contact. She had that strict mother vibe, the look over her round glasses almost made you cringe.

"Well, I'm kind of paying for the ride, so it's not exactly a ride."

She looked at you for a few more seconds and smiled "Well, that explains how a nice young lady like you ended up here with these...children".

"E-er. Yes. Well, where's my education, my name is y/n."

"Luda Mae." She greeted with a grandmotherly smile.

"Ah, sorry to bother you again, but do you have mineral water?"

"Oh yes. We're restocking. I'll have my son bring them over.

"Fine, thanks." You smiled.

"Tommy, dear, bring the crates from the warehouse."

A few moments of silence passed before you heard a distant thump.

Footsteps echoed like an earthquake through the room, and from the back room, a huge man in a stained dress shirt and apron emerged with packages piled high in his strong arms.

Jesus Christ.

The man was built like a tractor.

Luda Mae referred to him as a child, but there was nothing childish about his composition.

You stared at him mesmerized. His unruly dark curls surrounded his strong, masculine face and fell over his massive shoulders. Until he turned to his mother. So you saw it.

There was a dark, thick mask that covered the lower part of his face. It piqued his curiosity and somehow made his figure more attractive and mysterious.

"This here is my son Thomas, he's a sweetheart, he's not very talkative, but he can take care of you just fine anyway. Thomas take care of the lady and her….friends. I need to make a call to your uncle" . She said casting one last look at you.

Your mouth was dry. The man unloaded the merchandise onto the counter, then turned to you, waiting. A few moments passed as you unconsciously studied his face, until he narrowed those blue eyes at you. You chastised yourself for the invasive action and pulled yourself together.

"Oh yes, it's nice to meet you Thomas." You stared at the linoleum floor in embarrassment. He must have misinterpreted your curiosity. You were stuck with his lack of reaction and his intimidating aura.

Yes, a love, for sure.

"I just need one of those mineral water packs…..please," you added nervously.

At a practiced pace, Thomas reached for one of the packages and cradled it for you. The rumble of your colleagues' voices ceased for a moment, until you turned and noticed their glances and whispers directed at the brute of a man at the register.

Thomas seemed to be purposely ignoring them in favor of finishing serving you as soon as possible so you could leave the store soon. But soon one of them, John, spoke up:

"Hey man, what's wrong with your face?"

Shit.

"Is this thing to cover your giant nose or something?" Said another with a shit-eating grin. His girlfriend let out a nasal laugh.

Thomas stiffened but remained silent.

"Come on, you think you're too good to talk to us?"

Crushing silence took over the place.

Thomas had his head down, trying to calmly organize the rest of his shopping into bags.

"Animal". John finished

Thomas clenched his fists. He was holding back, you saw, the fury in his red face obscured by his unruly hair. It was better to step in before something happened.

"Can you stop? What's your problem?"

"Oh come on kitten." John looped his arm around your shoulders. "Don't tell me you're going to side with that thing over us. We're partners, aren't we?" You shuddered with revulsion.

You looked at Thomas wordlessly, he looked into your startled eyes, before lowering his head again.

You were about to answer when someone interrupted.

"Well, what do we have here?"

It was a sheriff, the name "Hoyt" written on his name tag. His smile was sallow and forced as he assessed the young people in front of him.

"Who does that car parked outside belong to?"

"It's mine". Evan spoke up.

"We're taking a college trip, sheriff." Completed John

"Ah, so you can explain that to me." He held out a small package in the air.

"Damn it, Evan." The girl, Cindy, murmured to her boyfriend.

"We don't know how that got in the car, Sheriff." They looked at each other nervously.

"Well, they should know since there's weed all over the damn car." He grunted. "You guys come with me." He sucked his teeth in arrogance.

"Wait, we can't get arrested, yeah....

Hoyt pulled a gun on Evan, interrupting his plea.

"Want me to blow your brains out boy?" Evan shook his head. "Better get going then."

You risked one last guilty look at Thomas before you left, but he was gone. He must have been really upset with you.

You were escorted by Hoyt to your squad car. The discomfort of being crammed into a car like a can of sardines, suffocating you, but no one said a word the entire trip.

But instead of a police station, you were taken to the big house in a deserted area. Hoyt threw you out of the car. Before anyone could protest, the noise of a chainsaw cut through the silence, and suddenly, a tall figure approached the car.

Thomas

The sound of chains cutting through human flesh was disturbing. You watched him brutally murder every one of them. You saw him approaching his helpless figure. And suddenly, darkness.

You remember the dark, dank basement you were kept in for days, you remember recognizing Luda Mae when you were called to join a "family" dinner.

That was it, wasn't it? You were considered part of the family now.

Except for Thomas.

He still had that distrust and recent fondness for you from that day in Luda Mae's little shop.

Speaking of her, another point aroused Thomas' resentment: Luda mentioned how she would like to have a "daughter". So since you were just polite and kind to the family, she saw that role as a perfect fit for you. It didn't help that you were always disciplined and helped Luda with the housework.

A golden girl, she said.

She spoiled you, offered you dresses and treats she got in the store.

Thomas was furious.

How could they believe you so blindly? You were just like those pieces of shit that came with you. The mere mention of his name made him grind his teeth.

Over time you adapted. You learned the family routine and how to communicate with Thomas. You would watch him signing or gesturing to his mother when she asked him something. He had different ways of talking, so you understood.

You tried to approach him several times, but he snubbed you. It was just acting, he thought, you'd hope to gain the family's trust enough to run away and call the police.

You had no right to invade their lives and establish yourself as their preferred daughter. It was his home, his life, his mother.

He hated you, but he couldn't even lay his hands on you like he did the victims he took. The last time he reacted to your gentle advances with rudeness, his mother scolded him and sent him to his room.

What the fuck. He was not a child. He should NOT be treated like a bratty, insolent child. It was your fault.

In the end, you got tired too.

Tired of treating him with kindness and kindness only to be ignored and stepped on. You was tired of getting disapproving looks and snarls when you went out of your way to do something to please him. You got tired of him.

So you matched your behavior to his. Yes, it was childish. But as long as Thomas treated you with disgust and unjust hatred, you would reciprocate in kind.

It became a game between you. You two beings refused to falter around each other and give in to defeat.

Your pride and stubbornness as high as his. Neither of them would back down.

But still, there was something growing, something the two of you denied sharing.

The way Thomas looked fondly at his mother made your heart ache, the diligence he took with his work aroused your admiration, his concern for his family's welfare made you believe he was something more than a brute no compassion. His sassy way when he looked at you defiantly.

But……there was something more carnal as well. A raw and unbridled feeling that built up in you day after day. You stared at his hands and imagined how they would feel on your body, you thought of his huge body on top of your much smaller figure, his cruel and intense blue eyes focused on you with genuine interest. It made your core vibrate.

It was wrong. Outside the terms established between you.

You were upset that, without even trying, Thomas was making you lose.

The only way you've found to ease your thoughts is in your bed at night with your fingers buried in your pussy. It didn't seem like enough, but you'd have to make do. Guilt welled up as your chased your orgasm, trying to think of anything, anything other than Thomas Hewitt, but it was inevitable.

Thomas wasn't any better either. He was confused and outraged by the seething feeling you aroused in him.

He became increasingly interested in your quirks and quirky behaviors. You would be rude to him too, but never the way others have been. The slights from you would never be because of his appearance, he realized.

"Thomas let me out." He pushed you and blocked the door. "I need my things that are in the car, Luda Mae said I could get them." "No". He grunted. "Seriously, Thomas. I'm not running away even if I wanted to. The car won't work since Hoyt screwed it up." He didn't move out of the way. You snorted and suppressed a frustrated cry. The day had been stressful enough, its time of the month had made you more sensitive and emotional. You weren't going to cry, were you?

"Damn, Thomas, you're so…"

He raised his eyebrows daring you to continue. So what? Ugly? A disgusting, scary monster? He wanted you to say, wanted you to get past that barrier so he would have a reason to…

"Irritating". You completed with a sigh. You give up your quest and turn upstairs, leaving Thomas standing in the doorway.

Sometimes he would catch himself looking at you, immediately condemning himself for the act. He would watch your face closely when you were distracted or focused on some task, your pleasant smile directed at someone other than him. He would stare at your tiny little hands getting all over the cutlery during dinner, imagining how they would feel wrapped up in something else…

Fuck. It was too much.

Often he would have to retreat from the same room you were in just to hide his growing erection. Making you imagine it was just a reaction to the revulsion he felt for you, something you were used to, but it still hurt.

Constantly he would have to seclude himself in his room, hand wrapped around his cock, masturbating at a frantic pace until the only thing on his mind was the post-orgasm haze.

In the end, the two of you carried so much guilt around that you couldn't even face each other for days.

You weren't aware of the effect you had on each other. For you Thomas still hated you with a passion, for Thomas you couldn't even bear to spare a look at his face like you did before.

Little did you know that the two lost.

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You took one last peek at Thomas before stepping off the porch, heading straight into the kitchen to pour yourself two glasses of juice.

You left the house, heading towards the barn. You approached him and when you spotted Thomas and considered him for a moment.

His heavy breathing revealed how much the accumulated work of the day had exhausted him. The barn wasn't even partially empty, he wasn't going to be finished anytime soon.

You felt that twinge of pity rising in your chest. Thomas worked like a workhorse and wasn't even recognized for it.

An idea came to you.

Come on y/n, erase that thought, you're like arch enemies. You shouldn't even have come to talk to him in the first plac-

"Here". You understood one of the glasses to Thomas, who turned to you and, with a brief moment of reluctance, accepted your offering.

"It's not poisoned, if that's what you're thinking"

He growled and fixed his eyes on you just in case.

"Come on big guy, don't I get a thank you?"

He snorted again with disdain, then gulped down the cold drink greedily. You greedily watched his Adam's apple bob with every sip he took. A treacherous drop trickled down his chin, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

He was so sweaty. A few damp curls swayed heavily while others clung to his forehead and all over his warm skin. His fingers itched to pull his hair out of his face. Would he let you pull your hair back and tie it up?

Obviously not, behave y/n!

Thomas sighed with contentment and relief. But then he noticed your thoughtful expression and your eyes fixed on his face. He glared back and soon you tried to disguise the situation with a petulant look.

It was even funny. That audacious look of yours didn't suit you, your tiny size reminded him of an enraged kitten. You constantly battled your own shyness just to challenge him. Cute.

"Aren't you finished yet?"

"What do you think?"He gestured.

"Well, it would be good to finish soon." Damn, you couldn't just say what you wanted, could you?

He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Come on, I just came to offer help, don't be so proud."

He snorted in mockery.

"Look, two people are better than one at speeding up the work. I'm just trying to take a load off your ass."

"Why?"He raised one of his eyebrows in question.

"Well, because.... It's going to rain soon and Hoyt would hate to see those things soaked through when he gets back. And you know he's a pain in the ass with everyone when he gets mad."

You've always been terrible at making excuses.

He didn't insist though, just crossed his arms and shook his head.

"No?". You kind of already expected this answer. "Okay. But who said I asked your permission?"

You set the glass aside on a closer surface and brushed past Thomas before he reacted.

You started by selecting a few pieces and soon you were removing some items from the barn. Thomas sighed impatiently, knowing it was no use pushing someone as stubborn as you. So, with your help, he began to collect the materials and select those that would be stored in a shed, safe from water.

2 more hours of work and that's it. The barn was nearly empty except for a few bales of hay and a rake, which would remain in place. He had to admit, your help saved a good deal of effort and a few extra hours of work.

But of course he wouldn't admit it to you.

You.

He hasn't heard a word from you since you started on your mission to help him.

He walked back to the barn, eyes scanning around.

Until he felt your small figure hit his bare chest.

You blushed and tried to frown

"What's your problem, you didn't see me here?"

He tried to retort with a tease (something about your small stature), but soon noticed your red face and labored breathing. You were overheating, but it wasn't from the heat.

He did not understand. Thomas pulled you by the arm and made you sit on the hay ignoring your protests. Quickly he went to the mansion in search of water, returning in a minute with a full glass of liquid and delivering it in your hand.

"Hu-m thanks". You drink the contents of the glass, totally self-conscious under Thomas' intense gaze.

You finish your drink and soon an uncomfortable silence settles between you. And now?

"I told you it was better to have accepted my help from the beginning." You change the subject.

He ignores your comment, realizing that you're probably fine again.

"A thank you would be appreciated"

He grunts in disagreement rolling his eyes.

"Why do you have to be like this?" You sigh, "Can't you be nice even once?."

He shoots you a scathing look.

"I'm just saying, you should try to at least be gratefu-"

He doesn't give you a chance to finish before he approaches you, pulls you and pushes you hard against a wall.

Ouch!

He used only one of his giant hands to hold both your wrists together above your head.

Now his face is inches from yours, his hot breath making you cringe. Cerulean blues staring deep into theirs with unbridled fury.

He's asking you a question, you see.

"Who should I thank? You?".

"What the fuck is your problem, Thomas?"

The grip on your hand tightened and you writhed in pain. Your wrists would be bruised tomorrow for sure.

His patience was at an end. You, little minx, would get what you deserve.

He squeezes your throat tightly, squeezing most of the air out of your lungs.

Is this where you die?

Would you die in an old barn on some off-the-map property, at the hand of the only man you ever loved in your entire life, the one who always hated you in return for your kindnesses?

Whatever, but you're not going to die without telling the truth, without throwing it all in his goddamn face. You wanted it to hurt him like it hurt you, you wanted him to toss and turn at night thinking about how he ended the life of the only person, besides his family, who showed him compassion in life, that he had a chance to be loved, but threw it all away.

Well fuck it, here it goes

"I tried Thomas." you suffocated

"You know I tried. I-I, ?I tried to be nice to everyone, even f-for you-u." He dares you to keep going, even as his grip tightens on your windpipe.

“I've tried, hu-ghh, t-tried to get his attention, ever since I met you. He's in shock. The tightness in your throat eases and you suck in a breath.

"But you... You cough. "You hurt me the whole time." Damn it, why did you have to start crying so easily? You hated that he was watching you break down.

You were weak, weak and pathetic.

"It's no use trying to be nice to you when you act like a jerk to me, I hate that I still try to help you because I still have feelings for you, I hate the fact that you're always trying to make me unhappy when all I feel for you is admiration". He was staring at you mortified, but you're not done yet.

"I hate having to put up with this damn feeling I feel when all I wanted was to hate you completely. I don't want to feel so confused. I don't want to feel attracted to you. But I do." You sob.

"I don't want to still have to wish you around when you're just mean to me. I hate myself even more for imagining you in my bed at night. But fuck you, because you were never there."

You couldn't just shut up, the turmoil of things inside you making it all come out all at once.

"So if you want Thomas, you can kill me now, it would do me a favor t-

The brutal kiss interrupts you. Needy and hungry tongue invading your mouth aggressively. You mind's confusion and surprise melts into a puddle. You do not understand.

The reality of the situation slowly dawning on you.

You recover from the momentary shock. You successfully try to keep pace with Thomas with the mask on the way, but he is the one who dominates the kiss.

Soon the oxygen disappears from your lungs, forcing you to separate. Lips swollen and wet with need.

Thomas's hungry gaze on you is almost animalistic. A wolf staring at its prey. And you're just a little bunny about to be eaten.

Your dress is the first to come off, buttons and seams straining in Thomas's rush to undress you. Your bra is pulled down carelessly by one of his hands. He looks away from your newly exposed breasts, one of your nipples is quickly taken by his mouth, sucking with will and sloppiness. The other neglected breast is massaged by his free hand, drawing a wave of sighs from you, encouraging him to continue his ministrations.

Your knees were weak and Thomas, observant as ever, guided you back to one of the haystacks beside you.

He spread your legs and pressed himself against you, coming into heat against your clothed pussy. His hands moved forward, but he held back and kept them there, hovering over your panties. He looked at you in question.

You waved as you whined

"Please Tommy, fuck me. You moaned

That was the last straw for Thomas. Impatience got the better of him, so he grabbed the waistband of your panties with both hands and ripped them, throwing them somewhere in the barn. The sick sting in your skin reminded you who was on top of you.

A beast of a man, a brute, whose strength excited you enough to make the insides of your thighs wet.

Now stark naked, every inch of skin was vulnerable to Thomas's ravenous gaze. The rare shyness you had around him was back in full force, making you close your legs to hide.

But he wouldn't have that.

He grabbed both your knees and forced them open, revealing your wet pussy to him.

The sight made his cock so hard it hurt. He wanted to know how it would fit, you were so small compared to him. The fit would be too tight perhaps.

But he wanted to taste you first, suck the essence of your pussy like he always fantasized about when he was alone.

He remembered something, then nervously gestured to your eyes.

Was he going to take off his mask?

"Please, Tommy, let me see you, please".

He hesitated.

It was too delicate for him.

Regret overwhelmed you and you felt you were asking too much. "Fine, I won't force you if you don't want to." You gave him an understandable look.

Not.

It was the bare minimum.

You were always so good. It was the least he could do for you after everything he put you through.

He grabbed the mask strings behind his head and pulled.

And by god.

It was the most beautiful face you've ever seen. The strong jaw, the scars scattered across his skin, red and full lips, thick eyebrows that seemed to be permanently furrowed, the deteriorated nose, pale cheeks contrasting with the sun-bleached forehead.

He looks nervously at you, waiting for your reaction. When he seems to have no answer he decides enough is enough, his eyes disappointed, like that day at Luda's shop......

He was ready to get up and go, but you stop Thomas. You cup his face and pull the sweaty hair off his forehead.

"Idiot. You had no right to hide such a beautiful face from me."

He blushes. It's the first time you've seen him so vulnerable. And he's so cute when he's embarrassed.

He plants a kiss on your hands, before remembering what he was doing earlier.

His face moves closer until it's just inches from your sodden pussy, studying with curiosity and excitement every slippery patch of pink flesh that only he has the right to look at.

Just him.

You were his from the start, you were always his. Emotion consumed his chest and soon his eager mouth was on you and he moaned at the taste. You groan at the unfamiliar sensation, all blood rushing south.

Thomas' lack of practice was made up for by his enthusiasm. His heated tongue ran up and down you slit, as if he was curious to learn but he didn't know where to start. His jagged teeth nudging you added a twinge of pleasure, his tongue briefly circled your clit and you moaned.

Thomas seemed to notice, because a moment later he began to press his tongue harder on the area, full lips closed around the bud and sucked.

"Fu-uuck". Shit, that felt so good. "T-Tho-mas, use your fingers." You moan.

He ponders. You grab Thomas's hand and hold one of his fingers against your entrance. "Like this, right here."

You guide his finger inside your tight pussy. The feel of your walls squeezing his finger made him wonder what his cock would feel like inside you.

You moaned. Damn the feel of his big finger is good enough to put your tiny little ones to shame.

Thomas began pulling his finger back and forth, testing its limits. He sucks you while pumping his finger at an increasing pace. You sigh.

Her hips shook with pleasure. Thomas put an arm across your stomach, holding you firmly in place. He gave you just one look: "be quiet".

The heat in your core only increased.

At that moment he was a starving man trying to enjoy his feast. No one would stop him, not even you.

His mouth is immediately back on your pussy, sucking wildly, as if the nectar of your arousal is nirvana on Earth.

"Thomas!"

He suckles on your pussy as if he can't get enough to drink, as if he wants to swallow you all at once, consume you whole and yet he won't get enough of you. you see stars dancing in your head as your orgasm approaches faster and faster. You cover your mouth with one hand to contain your moaning, your other hand grips his hair, the long, greasy strands between your fingers pulled hard, making Thomas moan.

With a loud moan, you come hard. Your vision turns white. You throb around Thomas's finger, convulsing as you tries to withstand the heavy orgasm that hits you.

You groan from overstimulation and try to warn Thomas.

"Thommy, not anymore. I can't." you tried to pull his head away from you.

Despite his desperate pleas, he doesn't stop. He vigorously sucks on your swollen pussy, trying to get more and more of your honey.

He adds one more finger and pumps hard. His sling circles all he can reach of your throbbing pussy.

Soon you are close to cumming again. You lifts your head back, eyes narrowed and mouth open in searing pleasure.

You come with a squirt all over Thomas's mouth, his face, his dripping hand.

He happily licks his sweet prize.

You're finished, bare skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat. And he's not even done with you yet.

He stood up and faced your boneless form. You were like a goddess under him, rosy cheeks, disheveled hair, heaving chest. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

You were barely recovering and already wanted more, you pulled the waist of his pants down in weak movements, in an attempt to encourage him to take them off. Thomas got the message, and soon he was stripping off the last few pieces of clothing, freeing his heavy cock from its restraints.

you choked

His dick was thick, huge. A few veins stood out along its absurd length. The purple head drooled a drop of pre-cum. He was hard, swollen and angry.

You played. Your hand wrapped around his length. Fuck, your fingers couldn't even touch, the girth too big to fit in his fist. You had to wrap both hands around it to make up for the lack of space. Thomas moaned at your touch, thrusting his hips into your hands.

Thomas wanted to fuck you, he wanted to deflower your pussy until you screamed and screamed in pleasure, moaning his name so everyone could hear who you belonged to.

He broke away from your touch and gently pushed you so that you were left. Thomas positioned himself between your legs and brought his cock closer to your dripping slit, wetting it with his arousal.

He would tear you apart. Your flower untouched by another man, she didn't have the training or experience to bear it.

As soon as he managed to find your little orifice, you stopped him. He looked at you expectantly, eyes hazy with dark pleasure.

"Er-m Thomas I-I never d-did that I want it so bad, but I don't know if I can… you know, you're so big and and I…” You stammered quickly.

He pales. So you never… he thought that…

Were you… virgin?

He hadn't been with anyone else either, he knew sex only from Hoyt and the bullshit he spouted about the female victims that passed through the property, the filthy magazines he forced Thomas to look at. The things he saw on the internet, on a victim's cell phone that he stole and learned to use by himself.

Other than that, he had never had sexual contact with anyone. He has never been attracted to anyone but you and no one would ever feel that way for him.

Nobody wanted to touch a freak, a disfigured monster.

But you? You were beautiful in his eyes, a muse, an immaculate and perfect goddess that only the most worthy should look up to. Not him. You should have several men chasing after your attention.

But he was the one you chose, the one who would mark you and taste you first.

You were a rare creature, an innocent soul he would gladly take.

And your delicious pussy saved just for him...

His eyes darkened with desire and unbridled need. He had to hold back. You needed him to be careful.

He soothed you, cupped your chin and lifted your sheepish gaze back to him. His eyes were like a blue, black ocean, the pupil covering most of the iris. He was trying to put self control over his desire. He would be careful for you

He needed self control not to hurt you. Despite the urgency to be inside you killing it.

He looked at you fondly. A soft smile on his face.

"Don't worry"

You sighed and shook your head.

"It's okay, I trust you"

He nodded gratefully.

Thomas forced the head of his cock into your entrance, pushing in slowly, stopping occasionally to let you recover.

Gradually more than half of its length entered your pussy. He wanted to maintain control. But it was so much to bear.

Your pussy was so, so tight. He felt like he was going to come just from the feel of the resistance of your velvety walls around him.

You took gulps of air in an attempt to keep your heart rate steady. He wasn't even fully inside and you were already feeling overwhelmed, having to stretch your thighs to the fullest to support his waist circumference. As soon as you adjusted, that spark of courage appeared."

"Thomas, move please."

You didn't have to ask twice.

His languid rhythm against you allowed you to adjust to the pain, which was soon replaced by rising pleasure. He sped up. The cock deeper and deeper, until he was buried in you. Hips pressed against yours. He licked the seam of your neck and sucked on a small area that made you tingle, the pleasure of it adding more heat to your burning body.

The cream of your pussy eased the slide of his cock into your pussy. Thomas was hitting you with speed. He looked down at your face contorted with pleasure and stained with tears. His cock throbbed.

"Faster, Tommy. More, more, more". You cried deliriously.

The pace he set was brutal. You grabbed him, ankles dug into his back, hand behind his head, face buried in his neck. He fucked you mercilessly. You screamed as loud as a cheap porn star. If it weren't for the rain that was already pouring down outside, Monty would certainly have heard you.

Fat tears spilled down your heated cheeks.

He growled muffled sounds in your ear.

His moans of pleasure mingled with yours. A symphony the two of you shared in each other's ears.

"This whole time you wanted to fuck me big man, hmm?" You moaned in his ear. "Wanna ram that thick cock into my pussy until I couldn't walk?

Shit... Did you know how to talk dirty? The polite, innocent girl Luda Mae bragged about? If she heard those words coming out of your pretty little mouth…. Oh no, she would have a fit.

He moans. He would fuck you like the whore you are. You sassy, y/n.

He puts out full power. His hips were like pistons, unbridled and powerful.

You saw stars, before you felt your third orgasm approaching. He didn't stop, the sensation of your pussy chewing was too much for him. He felt like he was going to come any minute.

He put his mouth over your ear and growled.

"MINE!" Your eyes widened. You had never heard him speak, and now he was saying it. Only for you.

You felt the coil tighten. In a desperate act, you bit the crook of Thomas's neck. He moaned hard. Fuck you were going to cum all over his cock.

His thick, rumbling voice rumbled like an earthquake in his chest: "CUM, Y/N!".

With one last heated look from Thomas, you came.

Your climax hit like a train. Your eyes rolled back behind your lids, head thrown back in ecstasy.

Your orgasm ripped Thomas's. Pussy milking him fervently. Thick ropes of cum shooting inside you in absurd amounts that couldn't fit inside and overflowed with every thrust. His hips stuttered on his last thrusts. Until he landed on top of you, your forearms braced to keep from throwing all of his body weight into your smaller form.

You stayed there, enjoying each other's warmth and the pleasant post-sex haze.

Minutes passed and soon you broke the silence

"Sorry"

He looked up. What were you apologizing for?

"I shouldn't have been so reckless, I should have said something that day at the station. I should have defended you from those idiots, but I acted like a coward."

You weren't to blame for anything, the only one who should be apologizing and begging for your forgiveness was him.

He looked at you with determination

"Not- you"he tried again

"I'm s-orry, y/n". I was mean, not you." He said with watery eyes. You rated him, did it hurt to talk? He was torturing himself just to apologize to you.

"Thomas, stop". He looked at you with regret. Sad, guilty eyes staring into yours reluctantly.

"What happened doesn't matter now, okay? You messed up, I messed up, we were two idiots fighting over something useless. The only thing I want right now is for you and me to try to get to know each other, okay. I want to touch you and be able to talk to you you without all that rancor. I want you to touch me and be closer to me, don't run away like you used to. I want to be friends before anything. I want to be your girlfriend, lover, whatever you want. If you want wants."

He considered you for a moment, his expression one of pure surprise and delight. He nodded in affirmation.

Yes, y/n! He would be everything you asked for. He didn't want to love you in secret anymore, he wanted to be able to touch your face, your hair, he wanted to wake up and find you in his bed with messy hair and sleepy eyes. He wanted to have those soft teasing moments, wanted to be able to openly watch your smile without having to watch you from a distance, wanted to sweep you in his arms and kiss you…..

Yes, yes and yes.

He wanted to make up for that pang of guilt by suffering for all the times he hurt you. He would try to compensate with every gesture of love he could give you. He would give his life for you.

You smiled and pecked all over his face, the forehead, the eyelids, the scarred cheeks, the damaged nose, and finally his mouth. He held your face in this position and stole your lips in a slow and deep kiss.

You broke away and rested your forehead against his with a happy sigh.

But then you felt the dry straw of hay prickling your back uncomfortably.

"So. How about a run home in the rain? His head shook in denial."

"Well, I was going to say that you could take a shower together when we get there, but if you don't want…"

He lifted his head and opened his eyes. You looked at him boldly.

Naughty girl.

He gave you a peck.

"Oh, so that's a yes?" He chuckled, but nodded, matching your amusement.

"I love you Thomas"

He touched your lower lip with his thumb, kissed your cheek and whispered into the shell of your ear.

"I love you too Y/N"

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This is my first story, so I don't know if it will be good. Too many words here, sorry I got carried away 👉👈

Sorry for any spelling errors, I'm from another country so English is not my native language.

[robbybirdy]

Antonio's Journal Page 17: Equipment Needed

Hey all, 

I went on a wild goose chase today. All for equipment at the hospital. 

I have heard nothing but complaints from the hospital’s diagnostic staff about a delay in a vital medical equipment delivery. It’s starting to cause productivity problems. I should look into this situation to solve the problem. One of the staff members suggested that I pay a visit to the business that should deliver the equipment. So the first step in this process was to check on the order at the Business building downtown. 

Thankfully the warehouse manager was very helpful. They said that City Hall hasn’t approved the equipment for use in Twinbrook yet. The paper work is completely jammed into the bureaucratic machine. This person then told me that I should convince Corey Manning to move the paperwork through the approval process a bit more quickly. 

Corey said that he wanted to help, but wasn’t able to push the approval through. However, he was able to point me to the City Hall records department room containing some crucial files. The solution to the problem was somewhere in those records. 

Once I got to the brief, yet educational tour of the records department. I started digging. Two rival council members chose the medical equipment approval as their latest battleground and the issue was indefinitely stalled. I reported this information to the hospital to see what the administrator thought about this new piece of information. 

The administrator was quite dissatisfied with the status of this equipment issue. But they feel like this isn’t the right moment to enter the political forum to fight a battle. They told me that they would think about the possible solution and how I could help.

That was a lot of running around, but It wasn’t for all for nothing, I increased my relationship with Nick, I got a thousand simelons and my career performance improved. 

And after that I fell into bed, just dead tired.