#which split my attention so i made a lot of mistakes on him

[gamebunny-advance]

*Exhale*

Alright, I've been teasing it long enough. Anyone that's been paying attention has probably figured out what my oh-so secret project has been (not that it's going to stop me from vague-posting about it), and he really is close to being finished.

Face-up. Done. (Though I would like to touch-up where the paint has chipped)

Clothes. Painted.

Wig. Styled.

I literally just need to put the fringe on his scarf, but for whatever reason, I've just been hit with this wave of fatigue since about the time I wrote the last confessions post (frankly, if you ever see me writing/posting long-ass posts, it's because I've lost the energy to use my hands to make things).

I guess I just burned myself out from making both him and Kun3h0 at the same time, that when Kun3h0 got finished, my whole body shut down having felt relief from "completing" the project. To be fair, this has been going on since at least mid-Janurary, so I am more than ready to close the book on this one.

I'll try to finish him within the month, but there are also a lot of other things going on with me ATM, so I wouldn't hold me to it.

[tervaneula]

u said leoichi drabble prompt request. consider. one injured and the other protecting them and then the injured one has to calm them down bc 'they're okay, really, promise, rest now'

OKAY SO this fused with a ghost of an idea I've had for a while and it ended up being a bit more serious than the prompt called for and a lot longer than just a drabble. (It's ~1120 words.) CW: blood and injury

Also I made a silly header thing I don't know what to do with, so I'm putting it here since this fic doesn't come with art of its own :'3

“Yui, I’m okay–” 

The rabbit turns his head to look at him, furious. 

“I heard your shell crack, Leonardo, and I'm not an idiot! Now stay down and let me handle this!” 

He falls quiet for a moment before redirecting his glare towards their adversary and then adds a muted, “Please.” 

There's no compromising with Yuichi in this state, apparently, and Leonardo stays right where he got crushed between metal claws and the concrete, splayed on the ground next to those very same claws which had gotten swiftly cut from the wrist for their transgressions.

He does roll onto his side to get his body weight off his shell, and yeah, alright, one or more of the old cracks that never healed properly must have split open again. It's tough to breathe and his back feels… His kimono is sticking to his shell and his back feels wet now that he's paying attention, and that. That is not good. 

Just his luck to run into a massive mecha wreaking havoc on an otherwise lovely day, huh. He wasn't even supposed to be on patrol and thus is embarrassingly swordless. 

Good thing that his date and their resident samurai always carries his. 

The slider watches as Yuichi does quick work of the metal hunk's wiring behind its knees, his frighteningly sharp katana slicing through the cables like butter. The mech falls with a ground-shaking rumble, unable to rise again, arm flailing as it tries to catch the rabbit. It's no use, Yuichi is much smaller and faster – and as soon as he reaches the mech's head, it's already rolling. The construct immediately loses power and Yuichi wrenches the windowed hatch in its chest open. Turns out there's no pilot, just a program-operated dashboard, and he makes sure that none of the controls are functional after he's done with them. 

Leonardo thinks he could watch Yuichi trash villains all day long, he's practically mesmerised by the strength hidden in that soft frame despite his shell throbbing unpleasantly in tandem with his heartbeat. He sighs, lovestruck. 

As his final move, Yuichi thrusts his katana into the heart of the mecha and Leonardo sees a spray of ink-black oil splash all over Yuichi's face and the front of his kimono. It makes him laugh and he realises his mistake too late, his lungs struggling to draw breath again as he finally gets hit with the pain, his body trying to stop him from moving; from causing any more damage. Shit, shit, shit. 

He had hoped he wouldn’t need to bother any of his brothers today since he was supposed to spend the whole day with Yuichi but he knows to pick his battles, now. He opens the comm link embedded in his prosthetic, contacting someone who he knows will pick up. 

“Che~ello!” comes the cheerful answer in just a few seconds, and Leonardo can't help but smile. 

“Mikeyyy, hermano, I'm in a bit of a pickle,” he wheezes, feeling the shift in his little brother's energy as soon as he hears the strain in his voice. 

“Leo? Are you okay?” 

“Not really, no,” Leonardo grunts. “Got into a scuffle with some big haywire robot– don’t worry, that’s taken care of. I suspect Donnie will want to scrap it for parts. Um. My shell’s– my shell’s cracked though.” 

Leonardo can vividly imagine the colour draining from Michelangelo's face and it would be funny if he wasn't acutely aware of a broken shell coming with the very real possibility of his innards turning into outnards. 

“I'm calling Draxy. Stay put, I'll get Lee to pick you up.” 

“Right,” Leonardo sighs, the line going out just when Yuichi is finally done with the mech and rushing to his side, face haphazardly wiped from oil. His gaze is sharp as he kneels next to him, sweaty and out of breath, and Leonardo thinks he looks like a knight. Or maybe like a samurai of the old, in this case. 

“There’s my hero,” he coos before Yuichi can get a word out and the rabbit’s brow furrows. 

“Don’t start,” he snaps but his tone softens almost immediately, “I saw you calling someone. It’s bad, isn’t it? It… it looks really bad.” 

“Yeeeah, this kimono is definitely ruined,” Leonardo laments, “unless you know how to, gh, get blood out of corduroy? No? Or the obi?” 

Yuichi stares. 

“A– a shame, really, I did like this one a lot–” 

“Leonardo!” Yuichi interrupts him and grabs his bicep, looking two seconds away from crying. Leonardo frowns. He knows he’s getting a little delirious but he was sincerely trying his best to lift his mate’s mood. 

“Leon, please, you’re rambling. Is someone coming? Can I do anything?” 

“‘m not rambling,” Leonardo grumbles, hissing when he fills his lungs again. “Leo’s coming to get us, Draxy– Draxum will treat the shell. And no, better keep the obi in place until we get to the medbay.” 

Yuichi’s shoulders slump and he sighs, most likely relieved that he’s not going to have to figure out how to deal with a cracked shell. Leonardo does not like the lingering worry in Yuichi’s gaze one bit, though, and he offers him a grin. It’s a little shaky but whatever. 

“Heeey, bunbun. Listen. This is nothing I haven’t been through before. I’ll be fine.” 

Yuichi gives him an honest-to-God kicked-puppy look and Leonardo thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen in his life. He almost tells him so but Yuichi cups his cheek and his forced grin melts away into surprised silence. 

“I hate seeing you hurt,” Yuichi murmurs, leaning down to press his forehead against Leonardo’s. The slider’s eyes flutter shut and he lifts his hand to hold onto Yuichi’s wrist. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I mean it. I should’ve been more careful.” 

Yuichi huffs and leans away to gently bump their foreheads together. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” 

“Maybe, but ’m still sorry. Didn’t want to worry you.” 

“You’re an idiot,” Yuichi says, exasperated. “You should know that at this point, I’ll always worry.” 

Leonardo grins and this time it’s genuine. Breathing in his partner’s scent is like a balm to him, even if it’s tinged with the bitterness of motor oil, even if his body currently thinks that breathing is overrated. Even if he just got called an idiot by none other than said partner. 

“Raincheck on the date?” he mumbles, and finally he gets a chuckle out of the rabbit. Yuichi straightens his back and flicks him on the nose. 

“Like you even needed to ask. Idiot.” 

Before Leonardo can express his displeasure of being called an idiot for a second time there’s the familiar electric hum of a portal opening behind him, and someone whistles. 

“Sheesh, old man. That kimono is definitely ruined.” 

[cultofdixon]

Lost in your own mind

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • We all have hard days and sometimes we need our partners to hold us just to make it a little less hard • ANGST/SFW • TW: Depression

Requested by: Anon

I…don’t quite know what’s happening.

The Saviors war ended…I should be happy, right?

Well…Abraham died…Glenn died, and Maggie has to raise her son alone…

Rick kept that monster alive…

Our family split into the communities…

We aren’t…all together anymore.

I don’t know what’s happening anymore

“Are you going home soon?” Carol asks Daryl as she comes to check on him after taking a month's watch for the Sanctuary.

“Just finished getting my shit together.” The archer states dropping his bag by his bike, noticing Carol’s concerned expression which bubbled his own. “What? What aren’t yea saying?”

“Y/N missed a few trading days. Michonne went in her place and wouldn’t really…tell me what’s happening”

I knew it was a mistake to go. I just—-“Is she—-“

“No! No, thankfully. That’s the only thing Michonne would update me on. She doesn’t know why Y/N hasn’t left the basement you two call home. Rick would send food down with Judith so she couldn’t say no to it. I think she’s depressed”

“Could that have been because I left to do this?”

“Hey, there’s no need to blame something or someone. Sometimes people fall into a depressive episode without a reason…” Carol leaned against the loading dock crossing her arms and avoiding his eye contact for a moment. “It could be because we were in survival mode during the war that we couldn’t feel anything else”

Daryl nods to her words taking it in and realizing that explains a lot of the feelings almost everyone affected by the war has been having.

“I…You sure it ain’t cuz—-“

“Daryl, if you’re talking about the moment…the exact moment after the war just ended? You know she understands why you pushed her away but that was months ago. Not everyone is going to feel everything that happened to them because of Negan and the Saviors right when the war is over”

Hell, you’re still going through it

You’re still back there.

Daryl rode his bike throughout the night have escorting Carol back to the Kingdom to make sure she got home safe before going back home to Alexandria. He knew his mind was racing on the endless possibilities of Y/N could be doing while in this episode but all she did was not leave their home beneath the Grimes residence.

The archer was greeted by a few friends as he entered the community, and was informed that Rick and Michonne weren’t in (Jude being watched by Aaron). So he’ll be alone with his partner until the Grimes return.

To his surprise, Y/N was in the main kitchen when he opened the door entering the quiet home. She kept her attention in front of her at the jammed bread she just had prior to Daryl coming home.

“Hey” His voice was softer than normal in case he startled her but she only acknowledge his presence a short moment after he spoke. A bit unphased.

“Hey…did you just get back?”

“Yeah, uhm. The watch is over so…” Daryl brought himself to sit at the kitchen island as Y/N picked up her plate and knife bringing it with her to sit with him. “Carol came by before I drove back. You feeling okay?”

“Uhm…No” Even in the state of mind she was in, she wouldn’t lie to Daryl. Not only would he be one of the few to see right through the lie, but she didn’t have the energy to keep it going if she did. “You hungry? I…made it but I’m not really feeling it anymore”

As the plate was pushed in his direction, Daryl took the knife she had cutting it in half and giving her the other while he ate his.

“Yea made it for yourself. I’ll share it but least have some of it” After he said such, Y/N picked at it at first before deciding to finally eat it.

They sat in silence for a bit and Daryl relaxed when Y/N brought her head to rest on his shoulder but her body tensed. As if she was afraid to do such, like…he’d disappear again. He brought his arm around her shoulders feeling the tension in her shoulder finally relax.

“Let’s turn in, yeah?”

“It’s not too early?”

“Nah, come on” Daryl gave a small smile before getting out of the seat taking her hand into his making their way to the basement.

It wasn’t a basement exactly, just a living quarters underneath the main house.

It was…well exactly how he left it. Looked as if he just moved in and nothing was made for it to look like their home so it brought back the moment.

“Daryl?” Y/N calls out to him as he walked away from the scene of Maggie falling to the earth sobbing while Michonne comforted her even if she sided with her husband.

“Daryl!” She called out following him into the forest watching him stop abruptly making her freeze in her place.

“Do you agree with what he’s done? With Rick’s stupid decision to keep that bastard alive”

“Is this a loaded question for me or a simple…” She quieted herself when Daryl turned toward her with an annoyed expression. He didn’t mean to. “No I don’t agree with what Rick has done”

“Will you hate me for mine?”

“What?”

“I…just need a moment alone. I don’t want you to think that I don’t need you or nothin’. Before this whole fight we were gonna…settle? Be us. Then I got taken. You got attacked. Our home got set ablaze. It’s a lot and…”

“Daryl…just. If I come to you, don’t push me away. I’ll give you what you want but I…”

“If you call, I’ll be there.”

Y/N knew that were true but she got stuck in her own mind from all that happened that she didn’t want to flood what could be going on in Daryl’s. Even if in this very moment, Daryl wanted to know everything going on. Just a word would do.

His partner got into the bed while he got out of the clothes from the day. Y/N already wore sweats as she’s been dressing more comfortably the past month since she hasn’t left the walls. He glances at her through the mirror on their shared dresser seeing her sit comfortable by the pillows but keep a blank gaze.

Once the archer got his boots off, he got comfortable in the bed beside Y/N and before she laid down he opened his arm for her.

“Come here, sunshine” He whispers watching her lay into his side feeling his hand gently rub soothing motions on her back. “I’m not going anywhere” he states pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she shifts to bring herself more into his embrace. “Everything’s okay. You are okay” he whispers to her feeling her tighten her grasp on him.

“Nothings…wrong” Y/N exhales a shaky breath feeling him hold her closer. “I’m fine you know…”

“I do” Daryl replies keeping his hand rubbing circles on her back feeling her head turn into his chest. “You are fine, you are going to be fine”

It happened slowly…the tears that sprung from her eyes as she cried into her partner’s chest feeling him tighten around her in a protective manner pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m never leaving you again”

[littlemissrbf]

Viktor (Arcane) x Deaf/HOH Reader HCs!

(Kinda Lengthy Author's Note: okay so English is my first language and American Sign Language is my second so I was really excited to write this down. Most of these HC will be based off of some of my experiences and some funny stories. All ASL will be represented by all caps & use ASL grammar. Enjoy!)

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Viktor's favorite signs are "TURTLE" and "TORTISE" simply because of how cute they look. (seriously, search them up) "ah I see, the thumbs represent the flippers... oh the sign is the turtle swimming how cute!"

He began learning ASL shortly after meeting you, wanting to be able to communicate efficiently with you by learning sign (let's be real, his chicken-scratch writing made communicating with notes a bit difficult)

Picked up fingerspelling ridiculously fast, this dude was fingerspelling the alphabet by memory within days.

His first full sentence to you was "MY NAME VIKTOR NICE MEET YOU". The second he finished signing he gave a small smile of satisfaction (it doesn't matter that you had already met, this was the cutest thing)

He was blessed with a very expressive face, so facial expressions in ASL came very naturally to him.

Viktor learned to use non-auditory signals to get your attention, knocking on the table when you're studying together, flicking the lights on and off a few times, and waving if he was far away.

Whenever he taps your shoulder to get your attention, he does it so gently and his hand always hovers for just a split second (his main love language is physical touch fight me.)

Constantly asks you to teach him new signs and slang, he's currently obsessed with responding to your rants with his recently updated vocabulary of slang including "TRUE-BIZ" and "THAT"

Despite being able to fingerspell well and efficiently, Viktor cannot read someone else's fingerspelling to save his life. You reassure him that he's still learning and this sort of thing takes practice, to which he insists that you test him on fingerspelling everyday so that he can improve.

Constantly signs "ILY"

I mean constantly. He waves goodbye with the "ILY" handshape.

He made the mistake of asking you for a sign name and now he's stuck with "STUPID" (which is awfully convenient, it even has the V handshape in it).

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BONUS HEADCANNON: You showed Jayce Viktor's 'sign name' knowing that this idiot would probably use it all day genuinely thinking that it was how Viktor's name was signed. The following day, Jayce asked you for a name sign and you happily gave him one... fast-forward to Jayce excitedly showing his new name sign to Viktor.

"Okay so it's an "J" handshape, well also an "I" handshape, and it goes at your forehead to show that I'm smart!"

"Ah I see. I like it, it suits you."

(Viktor didn't have the heart to tell Jayce that the sign name he'd been referring to himself all day as was actually another sign for the word "IDIOT")

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(Another Author's Note: I actually had a lot of fun writing this, some context about sign names is that you can only be given a sign name by a Deaf/HOH person so it's an honor to be given one. That being said, if you pester your Deaf friends for a sign name you will probably end up like Viktor and Jayce.)

[atwingeofcringe]

Enough

A/N: hello everyone! this is my first fic on this account! ive written 3 parts to this but ive written them in a way where they could all be standalones and there are time gaps between them but ive left it up for you to decide how much time! ive seen people say different time spans for how long it takes for him to warm up to an S/O and i wanted to keep it vague! even though i have the other 2 written im not sure when i'll post them because i have a lot going on right now but we'll see! i also tried to write these in a way so that you can imagine which ever version of Michael you like most or the version you think best fits! all my writing is done on my phone btw so sorry if there are mistakes i didnt catch! sometimes my phone likes to think it knows more than me lmao! Summary: Michael feels conflicted feelings as you patch up his wounds. Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 1,344

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The sound of your back door opening and then closing broke your attention away from your tv for a split second, then you faced the tv again. Heavy footsteps made their way over to you but you remained watching your show, unconcerned. A dark figure emerged from around the corner and stood there silently, knife in hand, and staring right at you. Anyone else would have been frightened by this but, for you, this is a normal occurrence.

“Hey, Michael!” you greeted, looking up from your show.

Of course, you got no greeting in return, but that’s normal too. He stepped more into view, letting you see him more clearly and you gasped at the sight. He was covered in blood and clearly injured. You knew most of the blood wasn’t his but you were still worried.

You shot up out of your seat on the couch and quickly ushered Michael into your kitchen, where you kept your medical supplies, and sat him down at the table. His bloodied knife was taken to the sink for washing later. He didn’t think his injuries were that bad and why you fussed over him so much, he just wanted to come by to check on you. Still, he let you do what you wanted.

“Can you take this off?” You asked, pointing to his blood soaked coveralls.

He pulled the zipper down pushed the top of the coveralls down until it rested around waist, exposing plain black t-shirt that was also soaked with blood. You thanked him and carefully started tending to any fresh and exposed wounds you could see, all the while trying to keep skin to skin contact to a minimal. He’s not a fan of being touched and you didn’t want to make him angry.

While you did this, you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. You’re used to it, though. His eyes constantly followed your every movement. In the beginning, this used to make you uncomfortable. Now, you paid it no mind and sometimes even forgot about it.

“There.” You sighed, carefully pushing his shirt sleeve back down over his shoulder after taking care of a cut. He stared as you stood over him, looking him over to make sure you got everything. Your eyes scanned him until you got this masked face, seeing more blood on the mask itself and also some parts of his exposed skin from under the mask. You’ve never seen him without it on and you never wanted to ask in case it upset him, but you’re worried.

“Um, do you mind if this comes off too?” Unintentionally, your voice came out small and your throat felt a little dry. You didn’t mean to sound so nervous but you couldn’t help it.

He didn’t make any moves that indicated a yes or a no, only staring up at you. You slightly shuffled uncomfortably before deciding ‘fuck it’ and slowly lift your hand towards the mask. Your finger tips barely made contact with the bottom of before his own hand shot up at light speed and grabbing yours, making you nearly jump out of your skin. His hand gripped yours tightly and it was a little painful but ignored it and swallowed hard before opening your mouth to say something else.

“I-I just want to see if you need stitches or something.” Your voice was shaky and the sound of your heart pounding from the jumpscare was loud in your ears. “I don’t want you to get infected.”

He sat there, staring up at you from his seat and clenching your hand for a few more seconds before letting go. A quiet, relived sigh left your lips as the pain dissipated from your poor hand and you wiggled your fingers a little, trying to get out any lingering pain. Michael looked down as his hands came up and gripped the mask, slowly taking it off.

When the mask was fully off he didn’t look back up at you, letting his gaze linger down at the mask in his hands. For some reason, this made you nervous again but you swallowed your fear and spoke up. “Can I see?”

He was still. Is he afraid of something? Is he nervous too? Most likely, you’ll never know the thoughts swimming through his mind. He’s never been an easy person read, which is how he likes it. Honestly though, he was a little scared. He does’t want to be perceived as just a man and that’s all he felt like without his mask. With it on, he felt powerful and people feared him. Now, here he is risking that reputation and for what? A few cuts and bruises? He knows he doesn’t have to do this but something about your good nature towards him compelled him and it was leaving him feeling conflicted.

“Michael?”

Your voice interrupted his thoughts and he huffed, acknowledging that he heard you.

“Can I see?” You asked one more time. Michael sighed and lifted his head, locking eyes with you once more. You had to stop yourself from gasping at the man in front of you. You’ve thought about what he might look like before but you never expected him to be so… pretty. A smile formed on your face as you tried to fight the blush that threatens to light up your cheeks. “There you are!” You said cheerfully.

He isn’t sure what you meant by that but he sat up straight to let you examine the cuts on his face. You leaned in closer to get a good look but not too close so you didn’t make him uncomfortable.

“Just a couple scratches.” You said, mostly to yourself. “These don’t look bad at all. You’ve got quite the bruise here, though-“ without thinking your hand came up to lightly trace the dark spot that formed near his eye but before you could, his hand came up once again squeezing yours and making squeak in surprise. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking!” You winced.

Micheal stared up at you with a dangerous expression. How could you be so absent minded? Have you forgotten who he is? Did taking of his mask actually ruin your image of him? The thought of his dangerous reputation being ruined angered him and he absent mindedly squeezed your hand harder just thinking about it.

“Michael, your hurting me!” You were nearly on the verge of tears from the pain and trying to pull your hand away.

Michael started thinking about how much you’ve done for him over the time he’s known you. Always worrying about him, giving him a place to hide and rest, feeding him. Would letting down his walls be so bad if it was just you? He knows he’d be just fine without you but thinking of you not existing in his life made him disappointed.

His grip on your hand softened but he didn’t let go. He was still holding on firmly, keeping you from pulling away. You gave up and watched him as he watched you. His eyes pierced yours in a way you feel like you hadn’t seen before. You gulped and asked “are you okay?”

Micheal slowly blinked up at you and loosened his grip on you a little more. You could pull away now if you wanted to but made no attempt. What happened next made butterflies erupt your stomach and you know your face was bright red. Micheal slightly turned his head, now facing your hand, keeping his eyes on you, and placed a gentle kiss to the middle of your palm. Your heart was pounding so hard the sound was nearly deafening in your ears. As his lips left your hand, he softly pressed it against his cheek. You weren’t sure what caused his sudden change in mood, but, honestly, you weren’t complaining.

Your eyes flicked to his lips for a split second before looking back into his eyes. He noticed but made no moves and you were fine with it. Just being close like this was enough.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Three: Companion

Mentions of: Blood, Guns, Injury, Drug Use, Deathslinger sucks, Typical Trial Shenanigans, and Leon is sexy that’s all

A/N: ITS FINALLY TIME FOR MY POOKIE BEAR TO SHINE

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya

@prettycutebunny @vandeaad

You haven’t interacted with anyone from the Legion ever since what happened with Frank. At first, you felt empty, realizing how much time you spent with them outside of trials, and not the other survivors. They were much closer with each other, having their own bonds and social circles.

You were far too focused on getting out of here to pay attention to any of that. But now as you were faced with the cruel reality of the situation, you realized that you had made a mistake.

While they might not directly relate to you like Frank did, these people were on your side. They all wanted to help you, not hurt you like your old killer friends.

In fact, they have helped you a lot already. Kate saved you and gave you a place to stay when in need. There was also Bill, Chris, Claire, and Leon, who were all good company.

You smiled over at Leon as you continued to work on the generator together. It was nice to have a familiar face in trials. It was nice to have someone you could trust. Someone who was on your side.

You flinched when you heard the sound of a gunshot in the distance. The two of you exchanged knowing looks. Deathslinger. He was always a pain in the ass.

—

You and Leon stuck together as you went from generator to generator. It wasn’t until you had two generators left that you had to split up. One of your teammates had been downed, and the other was hooked.

“I’ll get them.” Leon said, pulling away from the generator. “Okay, be careful.”

“I will.” He gave you a heart fluttering smile as he walked off which got you so distracted that you almost made the generator explode.

Leon managed to save one of Dwight, but got hooked. So after you patched Feng up, you went to find him.

You saved your other teammate, but by the time you reached him, Deathslinger was hot on your heels. You pulled him off the hook as fast as you could. “Run. I’ll distract him.”

You put your body between him and the killer, blocking him off and protecting him. He jammed the blade of his gun into your back, making you yelp in pain. You didn’t care, as long as Leon was safe.

You sprinted through the junkyard, hiding behind piles of scraps and old metal, and used cars, dodging the bullets shot at you. He frowned in annoyance and impatience, and you could hear him grumble and growl with every missed shot.

This is perfect. Just keep him distracted while your teammates can finish the last couple of gens, and everything should be-

Before you could finish that thought, he managed to land a shot, the barbed spear hitting your side. A searing pain ran through you as you dug your feet into the ground feeling him start to reel you in. You clawed at the chain, trying to pull it out or break it off, hissing in pain. Deathslinger laughed to himself smugly, entertained by your struggles. He finally caught you. Or so he thought.

Out of nowhere, Leon came running to your aide, breaking off the chain. The killer let out a frustrated growl, while you stumbled off, attempting to run.

“C’mon, there’s only one generator left. We’re going to get out of here. All of us.” Leon reassured you. That motivated you to run a little faster, but you still couldn’t move at full speed, the pain in your side too great.

Then, you noticed that the gun wasn’t pointed at you anymore. It was focused on Leon. Just as the spear was launched towards him, you dove and pushed him out of the way, tackling him to the ground.

You found yourself straddling him, your face growing slightly flushed. Both of you were panting softly, staring into each other’s eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” As you pulled yourself off of him, Deathslinger approached slowly, reloading his gun.

“Aww, would you look at that? Just two little lovebirds trying to save each other. How sweet. Since you both wan’ta stay together so bad, I guess you can die together.”

His voice changed from condescending to murderous in a heartbeat as he loomed above. He shot again, and it landed right between the two of you, as you both went your separate ways, sprinting in opposite directions.

—

“Hey.” You smiled when you spotted Leon at the exit jogging over to him. Dwight had already left with Feng, so it was just you two. “Glad to see that you made it.”

“Yeah, you too.” He smiled.

“Guess the ‘lovebirds’ made it after all.” You called out mockingly, laughing to yourself. He let out a small chuckle, before turning to leave. “Shall we?”

—

Later that night, you had a long break from the trials. Usually, that meant you were finished, but occasionally The Entity likes to fuck with you and drag you into the trial whe you were in the middle of sleeping. You figured you’d take your chances.

Just as you were about to light your blunt, there was a knock at your door, making you jump. You shoved the blunt and baggie of weed under your bed, getting to your feet.

A feeling of dread overcame you as you wondered who it could be at this hour. If it’s Frank, I’m slamming the door right in his face. I’m not going to forgive him after one shitty apology like last time. I’m done with him.

You reminded yourself as you went to answer the door. You let out a mental sigh of relief when you saw that it was just Leon.

But then you felt even more anxious at him being here. Much more self conscious about you standing in front of him in just your tank top and sleep shorts, and your tousled bed head hair.

“Hey, sorry. Did I wake you?” He greeted, his voice soft. He found himself unable to keep eye contact with you, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously.

“No, no, you’re completely fine. What’s up?” You replied. “I was just wondering if uh, if we could talk?”

“Sure. Want to come inside?” You opened the door a little wider for him to enter.

“Okay.”

[starvingmedievalpeasant]

Using You For Pleasure // Kevin Khatchadourian

It's been three years since Kevin's parents had gotten divorced, One year since settling on split custody. Without Eva to torture, No Celia to bully and having to constantly keep up his good boy facade in front of Franklin, Kevin feels like he might go insane. That is until he manages to find an outlet for his violent impulses and fantasies in the form of his absolute social failure of a classmate.

Important Tags! : NON-CON, Watersports/Omorashi/Desperation Wetting, Forced Exhibitionism/Semi-Public/Classroom Sex, No actual sex tho just m!Masturbation, Groping, Harassment, Bullying, Stalking, Dacryphillia, Tears/Sweat/Snot used a lube, Non-Sexual Vomiting, Hinted Animal Abuse/Death

English is not my first language so please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes. First posted fic, Would really appreciate feedback. Cross-Posted on my AO3 @starvingmedievalpeasant

Reader is described as a female with noticeable chest, Thick thighs, Dark hair, Socially awkward/unaware and with odd interests. Because what is a reader insert with no author self projection?

Kev is 18-19 reader is 18

I'll Never Feel Ashamed Of Using You For Pleasure

It's an abnormally hot day in early May.

Most students of Gladstone High are sitting at the cafeteria for lunch break, eating and socializing with each other after their stuffy sweaty classes. Their teachers have been continuously drilling at them the whole day to drink a lot of water as the AC system has been disabled due to an awful almost rotting smell that has been emanating from it since yesterday.

"I wonder what animal died in there"

Y/n hears from the table besides her. "Ugh are you really that stupid? It's obvious someone put a stink bomb up in those vents, I hope whoever did that is happy with themselves" one of the boys at the table mocks his friend, "No listen, It smells just like when I went hunting with my dad and we found a deer corpse, Like some animal has been decomposing for a week...". Y/n slowly tunes out of the conversation as she wipes sweat from her forehead and takes a long swig from her water bottle.

The dark haired girl is sitting at a table at the corner of the cafeteria, Alone. She hasn't made any friends in her whole first semester at her new school, But she reckons being unnoticed is much better than being bullied like at her previous school, And although there aren't even any people sitting at her table, Y/n hasn't been able to truly revel in her quiet solitude for quite some time now.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and a shiver runs down her spine, after a few seconds of looking around her eyes find the source of her uneasiness.

...Yep, He's still staring.

Unblinking dark brown eyes looking into her own, An amused smirk on the lips of barer of said eyes. "Man, This guy just doesn't take a break..." she mumbles under her breath. Kevin has been staring at her for weeks, The first few times she thought she just had food stuck in her teeth or her clothes were messy, After the second week she began to take his reputation into consideration and came to the conclusion that so called 'Kevin-Ketchup' resident school weirdo is just trying to mess with her. Her gaze lowers back to her tray, Attempting to escape the boy's burning gaze. She munches on her lunch silently, Wishing she could just be home on her computer right now. Not that it would have helped much, Sometimes it seems like her body just can't shake off the feeling of being watched even at her own home.

Y/n ’s self pitying train of thought is soon broken by a subtle cough beside her which catches her attention.

“Sorry… I’m Kevin.” He says, staring directly at Y/n . Her head turns slowly to look at him for a brief moment, not sure how to respond as this is the first time she has been approached by Kevin - or anyone, Honestly, She thought that he would never actually talk to her and just attempt to freak her out with staring alone.

“Uh… hi, Kevin.” She looks up at him, forcing a smile. 'I really hope this isn't the beginning of him bullying me, I thought I was done with that shit last year' she says in her head. "So... What's up?" The girl asks him, Trying to be polite. She takes in his attire, Tight black skinny jeans and a little boys' hotdog and mustard shirt he has definitely been wearing since 5th grade. “Oh…” Kevin seems to be lost in thought as he inspects her appearance. Y/n is noticeably alarmed as Kevin’s eyes fixate on her tits for a few moments, She crosses her arms on her thin cotton t-shirt, in an attempt to conceal her body. “Nothing… Well, I wanted to talk to you. And you… look great today, I like your skirt” Kevin says casually as if talking to a friend. "Haha not sure how great I look with armpit sweat stains, Should have worn a darker shirt, Am I right?" She replies dryly, Hoping it might disgust him enough to make him leave.

He does not.

His burning gaze only intensifies.

She hugs her arms to her chest tighter, accentuating it by accident, Her forced smile has turned from mildly fearful to full blown uncomfortable. "Ssso, What'd'you wanna talk about?" She asks. “Oh… well, I just wanted to say you’re… beautiful” Kevin says in an unreadable tone, Moving from staring at her boobs to looking directly into Y/n’s eyes, The smirk on his face suggests a mocking context to the compliment. She can feel the blood rush to her face, Not used to receiving compliments even not as cruel jokes. “Haha thank you…” Y/n responds, unsure how to feel about this interaction. She has no concrete idea why Kevin is talking to her and is very uneasy remembering the many rumors that surround his behavior. Discomfort is noticeable on her sweat sheened face.

'He's gotta be fucking with me' She thinks to herself, She was never very noticeable appearance-wise, Being bullied previously mostly due to her general social unawareness and apparently "weird" interests, When she moved to Gladstone High she decided to keep quiet and stop trying to socialize in her own odd way or talk about her hobbies with other people her age, And the bullying stopped with it. "Better a nobody than a target" she always told herself. Kevin kept staring at her not saying another word. After a few seconds of silence, She feels a pressure in her abdomen. "Hey, Uh, I gotta go piss, Nice talking with you, ...Broski..." Cringing at herself she quickly packs her stuff in her backpack and exits the cafeteria, Leaving her half eaten sandwich there with no intention of coming back to finish it.

As she rushes to the girls’ bathroom, Kevin watches her until her figure is no longer visible among the crowds of students. He smiles slightly, feeling satisfied and amused. 'What an odd little thing' He thinks. He reaches into his black jeans pocket and taps on the dark screen of his cellphone, showing an open note on his screen titled *Lunch*, he types in the date and attaches two pictures; One of Y/n from afar that he took without her knowledge before their interaction, And one close up of her tray. *PB&J sandwich* he adds to the note. "3rd time this week" He remarks to himself, Dark eyes leering at the sneaked photo of her.

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The school day passes by at the speed of a snail for Y/n.

Her first visit to the girls' toilet didn't go well, Her body just refuses to relax enough to be able to function normally. In fact, Each of the four times she went to piss after class not even a drop came out even though she had drunk around two liters of water and a can of coke due to the scorching heat. She enters her last class of the day, Social studies, and sits down at her seat at the back row next to the window. She takes out her work books and notebooks, Knowing full well she isn't gonna be writing any notes but just doodle on it for the rest of the class. Right before her mechanical pencil hits the page, Y/n feels an ominous presence appear at the seat beside her.

"Kevin" she sighs under her breath, Being able to distinguish his sharp gaze without even looking.

She was so preoccupied with her inability to relieve herself that she completely forgot they had this shared class today, 'I hope he doesn't try to talk to me again' Y/n thinks.

As the teacher enters the room and addresses the class, Y/n can’t help but notice Kevin’s eyes are fixed onto her as she attempts to doodle cats in her notebook - but fails to do so thanks to her anxiety. The girl turns to her right and finds Kevin’s dark eyes still looking towards her. Surprisingly he's sitting at the table right next to her, Usually he likes to keep his distance. She turns back to her notebook for a moment then looks up to her right again.

He's still fucking staring at her.

The feeling of unease grows and with it an ache in her swollen lower stomach. Unable to focus on the teacher's talking voice and writings on the board, Y/n turns back to sketching in her notebook subconsciously. After a few minutes the shape of a face takes form on her page, A familiar face. As she finally focuses on her notebook to see what her mind has conjured up she subtly freezes.

'No way this is happening, Ugh, This stupid fucking parasite has burrowed into my mind with all his stupid staring and stupid face' she thinks. She glances to her side to take a quick look at Kevin and swiftly looks back to the paper in front of her. As frustrating as it is, She must say the sketch is quite accurate and very life-like. The girl debates on scribbling over Kevin's pencil drawn face until she hears a voice speaking softly next to her, "You're an amazing artist, Y/n " he states flatly with a straight face.

Y/n gasps quietly and quickly whips her head to her right side, 'When did he get so close?!' she thinks. "Uh... Thanks, It's just a little sketch though" she purses her lips and shrugs, Scooching her seat closer to the window and away from her raven-haired classmate. She notices Kevin smile for a moment and a spark light up in his eye. A slight chill fills the air as Kevin leans closer to her, His lips slightly part as he stares at the girl.

Y/n feels a chill run up her spine.

“… I’ve seen you sketch before…” The boy continues.

She freezes as she feels his warm breath touch her neck and ear. Y/n tries to escape the boy by pulling herself so close towards the glass her cheek is smooshed against it. "Haha yeah, I'm not really the best student when it comes to doing school work, Always uh, Doodlin' " She swallows hard "...I just find drawing to be more worthwhile than math or physics" She answers honestly, Hoping it would get him to shut up.

As Kevin brings his lips closer to Y/n ’s neck, she is forced to face the reality that this is not going to be an ordinary conversation. She feels herself become overwhelmed by the sense of her own vulnerability. She swallows even harder as tears well up in her eyes. She is filled with fear.

“… I know you’re scared, but we both know no one is going to help you…”

The boy whispers in a sinister tone and a devilish grin on his pale face. Just as a whimper is about to slip out of her lips, An unknowing savior interrupts their exchange.

"KEVIN! Y/N!"

They both hear the booming voice of the teacher

"No talking in class! Keep your flirting outside of the school!" He says.

"Sorry Mr. Reed" Kevin replies, The evil aura of his smirk now completely nonexistent. He slowly leans away from Y/n, and when she finally feels her personal space has been restored, she sighs a sigh of relief and resumes her mindless sketching. Her relief is short lived though. She feels the lingering unease of the situation and begins to think of what Kevin said, Is he right? Will the teacher believe or even care if she attempted to report what had just occurred? 'I don’t know if I can handle being around him any longer…' She says in her head, feeling tense and vulnerable.

As the class is about to end, Y/n once again feels nature's calling. 'God if I don't piss in 5 minutes I think I'm going to explode, maybe if Mr. Ketchup here wouldn't have bothered me today I wouldn't be on the verge of wetting myself like a child' She thinks to herself. Glancing at Kevin, Their eyes meet for a second and she feels her bladder clench and need to piss disappear, as if confirming her assumption. The bell finally rings signaling the class' end and Y/n waits for all the students to clear out, Hoping Kevin would exit with them, But fate seemed to have a personal vendetta against her today.

He's waiting for her.

Standing right next to the doorway.

Y/n finds herself stuck with Kevin as everyone leaves the classroom. She feels her anxiety grow as she fully notices she's alone with him. She slowly slings the bag on her shoulder and prepares to walk out of the classroom, Kevin places his hand on the door handle to prevent her from leaving. "I just want to talk to you for a moment. In private." The boy comments, Leering into Y/n’s eyes with a predatory look once more. "Aha maybe we can do it later? Kind of need to go to the bathroom again" She replies with an awkward laugh, But it seems the boy with the T-shirt too small for him just won't budge.

"You can use the bathroom at my house.” Kevin’s smile remains while he stares directly at the girl.

Y/n can’t help but question how this whole interaction is supposed to make him an 'awesome powerful bully' and not just a huge creep in Kevin’s mind. 'Why is he so insistent on getting me to “his house”? Where is the teacher?' Y/n thinks, feeling both vulnerable and confused. "I don't think I have time for it Kevin, I need to go, Like, Right now" She says, Face turned to the ground to escape his gaze, Her legs bouncing up and down trying to keep everything in, But the only thing she hears is Kevin's footsteps getting closer to her.

The sound of his shoes stop right in front of her, He places his hand on Y/n ’s abdomen.

"You sure about that? I think you can hold it in for just a few minutes" Y/n trembles from fear and anxiety, wondering why Kevin would touch her. She swallows dryly, finding it difficult to keep control of her situation. “… Kevin…” Y/n says in discomfort, but her words are not acknowledged. Suddenly the room begins to feel even more suffocating, The girl feels the sweat dripping down her face and her bladder becomes more painful.

"Kevin, Dude, Please, I am actually about to piss down my pants, if I don't go to the bathroom right now-" She tries to walk past him, But he stops her, The palm on her full abdomen pressing softly. She tries to go around him again but feels a sudden and undeniable feeling of fear as Kevin squeezes at her mellow lower abdomen and stops her from walking away. She is overwhelmed with anxiety, feeling even more aware of the warm sensation of her urine-full bladder.

"You're wearing a skirt, Not pants. A very short skirt." He comments matter-of-factly, His other hand moving from resting at his side to inspect her jean mini skirt. A chill runs down her spine as she feels her bladder about to lose control. “Well, All of my shorts are in the wash and it was too hot today to come in long pants and- Kevin, Listen, I-I… I have to go!” Y/n attempts to speak, but it is evident her words are unable to change Kevin’s behavior at all, He suddenly grips at the edge of her skirt. "I don't know about that, Seems like you were trying to get a rise out of me so I would finally speak to you" He says with a hint of narcissistic amusement.

The pressure is killing her and she can't hold it in any longer "KEVI-" And before she finishes saying his name, She can feel wet warmth running down her thighs. Y/n freezes. Her face slowly moving to look at the floor as a clear-yellow puddle collects under her shoes with a quiet pshhhhh sound, soaking her socks and sneakers.

Kevin is stunned by Y/n ’s sudden loss of control.

He looks down to see her in action, Eyes slowly going down from her little skirt to her fleshy thighs, And then to her calves, And then to her feet, Before returning to her thick, shiny thighs. He glances at her face, Seeing cheeks red and eyes swollen, Sweat and silent tears running down to her chin. Kevin smiles slightly, as if halfheartedly trying to conceal his enjoyment of seeing her degraded and in distress. Y/n continues to stare at the floor, too embarrassed to look at Kevin again. She covers her face with her soft hands.

'I can’t believe I peed myself… I’m such a fucking loser…' Y/n thinks.

She finally manages to clench her bladder shut, and after a few seconds of silent tears, An intense pathetic whimper comes out of her mouth, And after that, Several more, Until she's full blown sobbing. Legs shaking in her own puddle of piss, eyes clenched shut, "Why does this always happen to me?!" She yells between sobs, "WHY?!?".

As Y/n continues to whine and sob, Kevin smiles.

His grin of amusement turns into that of sadism and arousal, His hand at the edge of her skirt moves to palm himself through his now uncomfortably tight skinny jeans. As he feels himself up, He realizes he's never been this hard before. This is totally different from when he used to loudly masturbate in the bathroom to torment Eva, He doesn't want to do it out of spite, But out of pure lust and need.

Y/n is sobbing and talking to herself so loud she doesn't even notice the sound of a zipper and Kevin's breathing getting heavier, He pulls his aching cock from his boxers and starts moving his hand up and down. 'It's so sensitive' He thinks to himself.

Y/n still cannot believe what has just happened as she feels the shame and despair. Her sobbing and mumbling slows down, And that just won't do for Kevin. The hand that is not busy pumping his length is still at Y/n 's soft little tummy, And he can feel that it's still very much full with piss. Right as Y/n 's about to open her eyes he grabs at her bladder like he's trying to rip it out, a cry of surprise and horror escapes her tear-stricken face and soon she cannot control it anymore;

Y/n ’s bladder releases again.

Causing her to wet herself even more.

This time she is not frozen, quickly moving her hands between her thighs to unsuccessfully try to stop the second stream, This one is harsher and seems to last longer than the other. She clenches her eyes shut even harder since her hands are too busy to cover her face and Kevin finally looks up at her, Y/n is all red, sweaty, teary and snotty.

A loud, breathy "Ohhh fuck" escapes the boy's parted lips, It's the most glorious sight he had ever seen. 'Seeing it up close in real life is so much better than porn' He thinks to himself. He can't help but paw at his cock faster. Through heavy breathing and hushed "shit"s and "fuck"s Kevin's left hand moves to roughly grab at Y/n 's face to make her look up at him. Startled from the harshness of his actions her eyes open quickly to look at his face, It takes her two seconds to recognize the pure arousal in his eye, fear fills her as she finally notices his labored breathing and moaning, and the wet smacking sound of his ministrations finally reach her ears. Her unbelieving eyes move downward to affirm her dread, Kevin is squeezing himself up down so fast and so hard it's like he thinks he'll die if he won't cum. 

Nausea fills her head and stomach and she feels like she's about to puke.

She screams loudly through her sobs, too scared to move, too queasy to be able to express her disgust beyond unintelligible crying and yelling. His hand suddenly releases his flushed cock and moves up to her messy face, He rubs his sweaty palm all over her face, Quickly collecting her bodily fluids and returning to stroke at his dick.

He's using her tears, Sweat and snot as lube.

Y/n gags loudly.

Her bladder emptied itself half a minute ago, But Kevin's revolting actions and groans have made her so sick she keeps crying and gagging, Her half digested PB&J at her throat. "You're so fucking pathetic, It's hilarious" He half-moans half-laughs at her, "First you come to school in this slutty little skirt to provoke me, Draw my face like a- Oh fuck- love stricken preteen, Then you piss yourself and now you're gonna let me cum all over you?!" He degrades, Y/n cries even louder.

 "And you know what the funniest part of it is?!, I'm not even- Ah shit- I'm not even holding you down, I'M JUST SQUEEZING AT YOUR PATHETIC SNOTTY LITTLE FACE!" Kevin barks at her. His moans get louder and right as she thinks she's going to puke he cums on her skirt and piss soaked thighs with a loud "Nnnghaaaa, fuck-", Thick long ropes of white cum land on her, And she can feel their warmth on her thigh.

After coming down from his high, Kevin smears his seed on her, Rubbing it into her thighs, Wipes his sticky hand clean on her skirt and releases his iron grip on her face.

The second his palms leave her to put his softening cock back into his pants Y/n 's stomach gives up and she slightly bends over to vomit all over the floor, A loud "BLARGHHH" and the sound of stomach acid and her lunch spilling out of her bounce off the classroom walls. When she stops puking she slowly looks down at herself again.

She's standing in her own puddle of piss and vomit.

Thighs and skirt covered in sticky drying cum.

She closes her eyes softly, Feeling the drying up tears and crusted snot on her face, And her brain seems to just shut down.

Her eyes open as she finally looks up at Kevin again through her messy hair and face, Thinking of words to say, brows furrowed, Biting her lower lip from embarrassment and disgust, Her pathetic gaze finds his own sadistic one, And whatever she was about to say fleets her mind, Shame, Fear and horror filling it instead. She just looks at him, Waiting for the tall boy to say or do something, Anything, Maybe even slap her to seal the deal of his violations on her.

Y/n ’s horrified stare brings a sense of calmness to Kevin’s mind. The boy reveling in her discomfort, repulsion and confusion.

She looks like she wants to say something.

But she doesn’t.

Kevin enjoys this sense of control. He feels an immense amount of power over her, and he looks forward to using it the way that he wants. He is content with the situation. If only she would speak, he would be all the more entertained.

A few more minutes pass, And Y/n 's wet thighs and socks become cold and uncomfortable. Still looking at Kevin her lips tremble as she finally manages to utter a sentence :

"...I don't have anything to change to"

She mentally hits herself for sounding so pitiful, Like a little rabbit cornered by a fox. Kevin smiles as he listens to Y/n attempt to speak to him. Seeing her trying to make eye contact with him is amusing. Kevin continues to silently stare at the girl, Soaking up her vulnerability and terror. His amused grin becomes a full blown teeth bearing smile, For he knows he really is the strong predator Y/n thinks he is.

“I have some clothes you can wear.”

Kevin says in a smug tone of voice as he continues to smile at her. Y/n begins to feel a sense of hopelessness. 'Why am I allowing this to happen? What can I even do in this situation?' She thinks to herself over and over. She comes to the conclusion she is now but a little mouse caught in the maw of a fearsome wildcat, Struggling will only make it worse.

"Ok" She submits, Slightly above a whisper.

Her face turning even redder from the shame, Piss soaked hands leaving their previous position, Moving from between her thighs to rest on her sides. “Good.” Kevin replies and his smile slightly softens. “Follow me.” Kevin says, Trying to not sound as happy and satisfied as he really is.

Y/n feels the sense of hopelessness deepen. She swallows hard as Kevin opens the door, Turning his head around to make sure she's following. Y/n looks at him, the shame and embarrassment filling her with an additional helplessness. She straightens up and slowly follows Kevin out of the room and from behind, she can hear the slight dripping sounds of her urine on the floor.

Squish squosh

Her soaked shoes make their sounds. Luckily or unluckily, Everyone has already gone home from school. Teachers at the teachers' lounge in a different building from the pair.

Squash Squish

With every step she takes Y/n cringes at the sound and at the now almost completely dry piss and cum between her thighs, Kevin stops at his locker and Y/n bumps into him slightly, she prays her pee-covered shoes and thighs don’t touch him. Kevin smiles and looks down. He slowly looks to Y/n ’s face, watching her eyes dart around in embarrassment. As Y/n watches Kevin’s expression, her shame grows even bigger and she feels extremely uncomfortable. She just wants to run away. Kevin notices Y/n ’s expression and it fills him with amusement. He enjoys seeing this weak girl struggling with the humiliation he inflicted onto her. His smile drops and he stands there for a few seconds, Waiting for her to speak.

"...So... You got like a sweatshirt I can tie around m-my waist... Or something..."

she stutters, Voice getting quiet with each word.

He seems satisfied enough with her comment and digs through his locker, pulling out a red jacket. 'I’m going to make her wear this...' he thinks, a small grin forming on his face. “Here.” He says, handing the jacket to her. As Y/n takes the jacket, she feels his terrifying presence consume her and ties the red garment around her waist. She feels slightly better about being able to cover her cum and piss-covered lap, but the shame is still there. 'Why did I let this happen?' She thinks.

"...Thanks."

She says, 2 minutes pass by with neither of the pair speaking. "...I think I'll go home now, I'll give you your sweatshirt back tomorrow. I guess." Y/n says hazily. She begins to walk towards the school's exit, Wanting to just get away from Kevin and forget this ever happened. Unfortunately for her, Kevin isn't done playing just yet, a cruel smirk fills his face as he calls out to her.

“Hey, Y/n .”

The messy girl stops in her tracks. She knows she shouldn’t turn around. 'It doesn’t matter what he wants, I just want to leave' she thinks. But she turns around anyway. “W-What do you want, Kevin?” Y/n says in a more confident tone as she sees him smile at her. “I want you to give me your number.” Kevin says with a smug smile on his face, He is not letting this opportunity slip away.

Y/n mumbles some sort of unintelligible refusal, Turns back around quickly and starts fast-walking towards the entrance 'Don't come after me don't come after me' She repeatedly screams in her head, The loud squelching of her soaked shoes and socks bouncing off the hallway walls. Despite Y/n ’s attempts to flee from the scene, Kevin is persistent.

She can hear footsteps running to chase after her.

'Don’t look back. Just keep walking.' she thinks. Y/n hears the footsteps gaining ground on her. She can feel the warmth of Kevin’s presence growing closer, yet she continues to almost jog. Suddenly, Y/n ’s front is pushed against the wall by the back of her neck. Her forehead and nose bang painfully against the metal locker, She can feel Kevin’s breath on her neck.

"Y-you shouldn't get that close to me! or you'll g-get covered in the smell of my piss too-" she says quickly, Her eyes clenched shut and her whole body tense. “Don’t tempt me.” Kevin replies with a smile, continuing to press up against her. ' "Don't tempt me"?!?! ' She thinks. “Give me your number and then we’re done here.” Kevin says in a demanding tone. Y/n ’s eyes widened.

Oh god

“Fine, I’ll give it to you! Just leave me alone, okay?” Y/n cries, feeling the terror wash over her again. 'What do you mean "Don't tempt me"?! What kind of sick shit is he into?!' She thinks to herself trying to decipher the meaning even though in the back of her mind she knows full well he's probably into things worse than what he did to her today.

"NOW."

Y/n hears Kevin's demanding voice as he pulls out his phone and shoves it in her hand, she moves her head to rest on the hard locker sideways, enters her digits as quickly as possible and returns the phone back it's owner. "Here" she says, "Can I go home now?" She meant for it to sound like a demand, But what it really sounded like was a plea for mercy. Kevin takes the phone and pockets it, keeping a firm grip on Y/n by pressing his body against her back.

Y/n feels her heart pounding in her chest as she feels the tall boy’s warm breath on her. “...I don't know, Y/n , Can you?” Kevin mocks her with a calmness to him that only increases Y/n ’s distress. She feels her throat dry as she fights back crying for the third time today. “Please… Can I leave now? I just want to go home and wash up, Please, I would rather keep your jacket relatively piss-scent free” She asks, still trying to sound confident even though her throat is dry and hoarse and her voice cracks. Y/n feels the weight of Kevin’s body lift off of her, His hand still gripping at the back of her neck like you would to stop a misbehaving kitten.

A small sense of relief washes over her as the pressure and heat of the boy’s body is no longer present, and the dripping sound of her urine soaked underwear finally becomes quiet. Kevin takes a step back and looks at her, still smiling like a smug wildcat. “Well, there you go.” Kevin says with an air of superiority as he lets her nape go.

"...T-Thank you."

She says as she walks down the hallway and out of the school, This time there are no extra footsteps behind her. While Y/n debates whether to walk home on foot as to not torture people with the scent of urine emanating from her, Kevin leans back on the lockers. A loud, satisfied sigh leaves his full lips, He hasn't felt this good since the last time he got to bully Celia when Franklin still had custody of both of them. The agonizingly long year pretending to be a good little boy for his stupid dad with no truly satisfying outlet has taken such a toll on him that finally being to act on his violent fantasies onto another person again feels absolutely euphoric. He slides down the wall, A big, content, teeth baring smile on his face. He gets up laughing, Thinking to himself while walking to his house that the second he gets home he'll go practice with his bow, Imagining the target he's shooting at is his pathetic new plaything. 

The second Y/n gets home she breaks down crying again, Running to the bathroom, Her parents completely ignoring their clearly distressed daughter, Confirming what Kevin had told her in class.

No one would even care.

She cleans her stupid body, throws her stupid soaked clothes and Kevin's stupid red jacket in the washing machine, Tosses her stupid pissy shoes to the trash and runs to her room to take a stupid pathetic nap. Through all of her years being bullied she has never had something this degrading and ego-destroying happen to her. As she sobs for the umpteenth time that day, Sleep slowly takes over her and she becomes quiet and limp in her bed, Hoping that she could at least be spared from Kevin's cruel smirk in her dreams.

[doughbrainer]

*Wipes Sweat Off My Brow.* Well... They're Finally Done! I Don't Want To Stal, So LETS GET TO IT!

NATURE FAM DESIGNS!

Not Including Father Time, Because He's An Oc, Sorry. ;-; I'll Save Mother Nature For The End, Because She's Kind Of Complicated.

Also, I'll Split The Post Because I Don't Want This Post Taking Up People's Feed.

Keep Reading The NATURE FAM'S DESIGNS And HEADCANONS!

Starting With The ELDEST CHILD!

EARTHQUAKE - He/Him

762 cm - 25 ft (Voice Claim: Joe Garderner - Soul)

Earthquake Is The Oldest Child Of All Of The Nature Children, And Has No Biological Father. This Is Because He Was Born Through A Special Form Of Asexual Reproduction That All Gods Possess. Of Course, He Is The God Of Earthquakes, And In A Way, Represents Earthquakes As A Whole.

Earthquake Doesn't Get Very Angry Very Often, But When He Is, He Blows Up At People Around Him. When He Has His Moments Of Anger, He Is Very Apologetic. He Isn't Particularly Bossy But Is Very Stubborn. When He's Stressed, He Gets Stomach Pains, Which Sometimes Causes Earthquakes.

He's Married To Arsa, Who As Of Current, Isn't Seen A Lot By Others. Most Of The Nature Know About Her, And Have At Least Her Once At Earthquake's And Arsa's Wedding. Because Of Earthquake's Chosen Location Under The Earth For His Home, He And Arsa Aren't Seen Much All Year Round.

Because The Temperature Of His Home Changes So Frequently, He Often Chosen Not To Wear A Shirt As It's Easier Then Slipping In And Out Of It Throughout The Day.

According To Those That Have Met Him Only A Few Times, He's Hard Headed But Means Well.

~

NORTH WIND - He/Him

518 cm - 17 ft

North Wind Is The Second Child, And Older Twin To South Wind, And Is One Of The Biological Sons To Father Time. He's The God Of Tornadoes And Wind, And Controls The Wind In The North Sections Of The World, Sharing Partial Duties Of His Section With East And West.

Growing Up, He Was Shy And A Major Cry Baby, But As He Got Older, Circumstances Made Him Act More Like A Spoilt Child. He Often Tries To Make Himself The Center Of Attention, Which Often Doesn't Work. His Behaviour Only Changed After He Had A Period Of Time Away From His Family, But While He Still Has His Foul Attitude On The Outside, On The Inside, He's Still The Lonely Child He Was When He Was Younger.

When His Plans To Overtake Santa Claus Failed, And Was Therefore Grounded From His Responsibilities By His Mother, He Had A Lot Of Time To Think About Himself. His Mistakes And How His Actions Affected People. Yes, It Took A Few Hundred Years To Make Him Realise, But Eventually, He Decided It Was Time That He Pulled Himself Together. He Apologised To His Family, Especially His Brother's Snow Miser And Heat Miser, And To Anyone Else That He Felt Like He Was Rude Or Hurtful To. Although Not Everyone Accepted His Apology, He Knew This Was The Right Thing To Do.

He's Transgender, But Other Than His Family, Not Many People Know This.

People Usually Describe Him As A Brat, But He's Slowly Beginning To Grow On People In A Good Way.

~

SOUTH WIND - She/Her

318 cm - 10 ft (Voice Claim: Charlotte - Princess And The Frog)

South Wind Is The Third Oldest Child, And The Younger Twin To North Wind. She Is Also Another Child Of Father Time. She's A Goddess Of Dust Storms And Wind, Controlling Wind In The South Part Of The World, Sharing Partial Duties With East And West.

Compared To Her Twin Brother, She Was Much More Outgoing In Comparison, But Still Often Kept To Herself. She Will Lend A Helping Hand To Anyone If She's Asked, But As She's Gotten Older, She Usually Doesn't Tend To Reach Out That Often. Sometimes She Is A Troublemaker Though, Causing Inconvenience To Others At Random.

When It Comes To Her Love Life, She's A Hopeless Romantic, But Hasn't Actually Been In A Proper Relationship Yet. Not Because She Can't Get With Anything, But Primarily Because She Thinks There's More Important Things To Worry About. Sometimes She Uses Her Human Disguise And Goes Down To Where The Humans Are, Partaking In Common Things They Do, So She Tends To Have A Lot Of Stuff Made By And For Humans In Her House That She Also Uses.

She's Often Described As Fun To Be Around, And Life Of The Party.

~

LIGHTNING - She/Her

610 cm - 20 ft (Voice Claim: Poison Ivy - Harley Quinn Show)

Lightning Is The Fourth Oldest Child In The Line Up, And Just Like Earthquake, Also Doesn't Have A Biological Father The Exact Same Reasons. She Is Of Course A Goddess Of Lightning, And In A Way Represents It, But She Also A Goddess Of Midwifery And Childbirth. She Actually Went To A Human College And University To Learn All About The Topic Of The Secondary Duties.

She's Good To When It Comes To Reading The Room, Knowing When It's Time To Be Serious And When It's Alright To Have Fun. That's Why She's The Most Respected Of All Her Siblings. She Doesn't Have Any Bad Relationships With Anyone In Her Family Or Any Other Gods For A Matter Of A Fact.

She Has Two "Forms", The Other Where Body Glows And Lines Form Across Her Body Often Happens When She Is Using Her Powers, But It Only Happens When She's Doing Certain Stuff.

People Praise Her A Lot For What She Does, But In Reality, She's Not That Great With Handling Compliments Of Any Kind.

~

THUNDER - He/Him

256 cm - 8"5 ft (Voice Claim: Din - The Wish Dragon)

Thunder Is Fifth Oldest Child. He Too Has No Biological Father Like His Older Sister, Lightning, And His Older Brother, Earthquake. He Is A God Of Thunder, And Somewhat Represents It At The Same Time. He Also Is A God Of Fatigue.

He Usually Is "Sleeping On The Job" But When He Is Up And About, He Tends To Get On People's Nerve. He's Not Evil In The Slightest, Just Annoying, And Does Things Often For His Own Entertainment. Once He Sent A Cloud Soldier To Slay Newt, The God Of Neutral Colours, Just To See If Anything Would Happen. When His Angry Or Upset, This Can Sometimes Lead To Random Thunder Storms.

He Doesn't Try Too Hard To Make Himself Look Nice, Usually Wearing A Dressing Gown Robe And Shorts. He's More For Comfort Than Looks.

He's Considered The Laziest God Around.

~

HEAT MISER - He/Him

366cm - 12 ft

Heat Miser Is The Middle Child, And Is The Older Twin To Snow Miser. As Well As Another Child Of Father Time. He's The God Of All Things Hot, This Includes Fire, Volcanoes And Lava. Originally, Earthquake Was The God Of Volcanoes And Lava, But He Passed These Responsibilities Off To Heat Miser When Heat Miser Was Old Enough.

Because He's A God Of Heat Related Things, He Has Partial Control Of The Sun, And Even The Sun. Some People Just Consider A Solo God Of The Sun, And Although This Doesn't Bother Him, It Does Undermine His Abilities A Tad Bit. He's Very Quick To Anger, And It Doesn't Take A Lot To Set Him Off. The Few Things That Are Able To Calm Him Down Are Edward, And Occasionally His Minions. His Hair Grows Brighter The More Emotional He Is, Which Tends To Happen A Lot As Heat Miser Is Very Moody.

Although Heat Miser Wouldn't Call Himself Much Of A Romantic, As Of Current, He Is A Lover To The Mortal Man, Edward Light. He's Practically Infatuated With Him, And Would Be Distraught If Anything Ever Happened To Edward. He Tends To Treat His Minions Like Children, Even Though It's Completely Unintentional. He Doesn't Like To Admit It.

He's Basically Hot Headed Nerd With A Gentle Soul.

~

SNOW MISER - He/Him

427 cm - 14 ft

Snow Miser Is The Fifth Youngest Child In The Nature Family, And Is The Younger Twin To Heat Miser, And A Child Of Father Time. He's A God Of All Things Cold, And Therefore A God Of Snow, Ice, Winter And So On. North Wind Use To Be A God Of Snow And Winter, But When Snow Miser Was Born, Those Responsibilities Were Taken Away From Him And Passed To Snow Miser.

Like His Twin Brother, He Has Some Partial Control Of The Night Time And Also The Moon. Some People Simplify Him To A God Of Just Night, Which Really Annoys Him.

When He Was Younger, He Didn't Care Much For Drama With His Brother, But As He Got Older And Certain Things Became More Prized Between Them, Snow Miser Took It On And Made It His Mission To Be Better Than His Twin Brother In Every Way There Is Possible. He's Had A Few Relationships In The Past, But Overall, He's Generally A Slag Compared To Everyone Else, And Isn't Prudish In The Slightest.

With Him Making Everything Into A Competiton With Heat Miser, It Often Leads Him To Forget To Take Care Of Himself. He Only Seems To Be A Meanie When Heat Miser Is Around, But When Heat Miser Isn't Near Or Snow Miser Is In The Comfort Of His Own Home, He's The Kindest Person Most People Say They Have Ever Met. Although Snow Miser Doesn't Like To Admit It, He Has A Lot Of Love That He Wants Share.

Overall, He Comes Off As A Major Drama Queen, But Really He's A Major Weenie With A Big Heart.

~

EAST WIND - She/Her

518cm - 17 ft (Voice Claim: Harley Quinn - Birds Of Prey)

East Wind Is The 4th Youngest, And The Older Twin To West Wind, And Is Another Child Of Father Time. She Is A God Of Floods And Wind, Primarily Controlling The Winds In The East Section Of The World, Sharing Partial Duties With North And South.

She Has A Very Bubbly Personality, And Loves Being Around People. Working Best In Environments With Other People. Although She Does Like Alone Time Every Now And Then, And Sometimes Even A Break. She Tries Not To Work Too Hard, Finding Fun In Everything. She Does Her To Be Loving And Sympathetic.

She Love Animals Of All Kind, But Funnily Enough, Is Scared Of Birds. Doing Her Best To Stay As Far Away From Them As She Can. Sometimes, She Goes With Her Sister, South, Down To Where The Humans Are.

She's Kind Of A Dits But Tries To Fit In.

~

WEST WIND - She/They

152 cm - 5 ft (Voice Claim: Megara - Hercules)

West Wind Is The Third Youngest, And The Younger Twin To East Wind, Again, Another Child Of Father Time. She Is A God Of Wind As Well, Controlling The Winds In The West For The Most Part, But Shares Duties With North And South. Unlike The Other Winds, West Is Not Also A God Of A Natural Disaster, Instead Being A God Of The Seasons Autumn And Spring.

She's Really Laid Back Compared To Their Twin Sister, But Isn't Lazy. Of Course She Does Her Job. She Has An Attitude Of Where She'll Do Whatever She Wants, And She Won't Care What Happens Afterward, Unless Someone Gets Hurt. Growing Up, She Was Teased For Her Height A Lot, And Usually Insults Would Send Her Into A Freak Out, But As She Got Older, She Shrugged Off Mentions Of Her Natural Height. As She Realised It Was Only A Big Deal To Those Who Don't Know Them.

She's Stronger Than They Look, And If She Caught Someone Making Fun Of Her Siblings, She'd Definitely Send A Plate With A Knuckle Sandwich. She Can Control Her Emotions Really Well, But Doesn't Like To Leave Her House Much.

She Just Prefers To Be By Herself Most Of The Time.

~

HIGH TIDE - He/Him

214 cm - 7 ft (Voice Claim: Demoman - Team Fortress 2)

High Tide Is The Second Youngest Child, And The Older Twin To Low Tide, And A Child Of Father Time. He's A God Of The Tides And The Deep Sea, And Primarily Controls The High Tides.

He's Very Serious About His Work, And Makes Sure Everything He Does Is Perfect. He's Often Shirtless, As He Finds It Easier To Breath Through His Gils Instead Of His Nose Or Mouth. His Hair When He's Above The Water Usually Goes Down Like Regular Hair, But Under Water, It's Rises Up. High And Low Have Squishy Bodies, Somewhat Like Rubber And Gummies Mixed Together, And They Both Wear Matching Pearls.

He's Very Protective Of Low Tide, But Also Has The Most Arguments With Him. Eventually Of The Arguments With His Brother Is What Leads Him To Somehow Get Separated From Low, And Therefore The Rest Of His Family. The Only Thing He Has To Remind Himself Of Them Is The Pearls He Wears On His Wrist.

He's Not Angry Persey, More So Easily Irritated.

~

LOW TIDE - He/They

212 cm - 7 ft (Voice Claim: Nanette - Gnomeo And Juliet)

Low Tide Is The Youngest Child In The Nature Family, The Younger Twin To His Older Brother, High Tide, And The Last Child Of Father Time. He's A God Of The Tides And Shallow Sea, Often Controlling The Low Tides.

They're A Bit More Goofy In Comparison To High Tide, And Like His Sister East Wind, Try To Find The Fun In Everything. He's Naive About A Lot Of Stuff, And This Leads Others To Be Very Protective Over Them, Especially High Tide, But They Often Get Into The Most Arguments With High Tide. Low Tide, Despite Being AMAB, Is Often Mistaken For A Girl, Due To His Appearance And Voice. He's Hair, No Matter What Environment, Always Flows Down, And He Wears Pearls Around Their Neck That Matches With Their Brother.

After An Argument One Day, High Tide Left The Cave They Shared With Low Tide, And Never Returned. Low Tide Felt Responsible For High's Sudden Disappearance, And In His Brother's Absence, He Took Control Of Both The High And Low Tides.

He's Very Cautious Now, And Tries Not To Get In People's Way.

~

And Now It's Time For The Lady Herself.

MOTHER NATURE - She/They

244 cm - 8 ft

Mother Nature Is A Little Complicated, Not A Lot, But A Little. Of Course We Know She's The Mother Of All The Children Of The Nature Family, And The God Of ALL Nature, And Representing All Of It.

She's Moody, And Sometimes Her Emotions Are Out Of Control, But She Tries Her Best To Be A Good Person. She's An Original God, And Has No Parents, She Just Came Into Existence Eventually At Random. The Form She Usually Takes Is Of Something That Looks Like A Green Satyr, But She Has Endless Shapeshifting Abilities, And Can Take Whatever Shape Or Form She Pleases, So This Is Not Her Only Form, But It's The Same Form They Spawned Into The Universe As.

All Her Children Have The Ability To Turn Into Animals, Have A Human Disguise, And Can Change Their Height If Necessary In The Moment, But None Of Children Can Shapeshift The Same Way She Can.

Although Her And Father Time Were Together At Some Point, They No Longer Consider Each Other Partners, And Nature For The Most Part Appears To Be Solo For Now. She Mainly Sees The Children At The Yearly Meeting, But If She Ever Wants To Check Up On Them, She Gets Others To Do It For Her.

She Loves All Of Her Children, But It's Obvious That She Favours Some Of Her Children More Over Others.

~

...

And That's All Of The Canon Nature/Miser Fam!

Gosh, Designing All Of These Guys Was A Pain In The But, I've Never Had To Do So Many Designs Back To Back Before. But This Was Also Pretty Fun! I Enjoyed Updating Designs Where I Thought It Was Needed, But Also Created Designs For Others I Haven't Drawn Yet. I Debated Drawing Mother Nature, But I Decided To Do Her Anyways, As She's Literally The Mother Of All Of Them, And It Would Just Be Unfair. I'm Really Proud Of How They All Came Out, Especially The Miser Brothers. I'm Going To Give Some Credit To @generalfebruary / @generalfebruary-rankinbassart As Their Designs Of The Miser Fam Did Inspire My Own, Especially Lightning's Design.

There Is Some Info That I Want To Save For My Miser Fam Ask Blog @miser-fam-stressful-seasons But This Basically Covers A Majority Of It. It Might Be A While Before I Do Any References Like This Again, But When I Do, It Will Definitely Be For OCs.

I Apologize For The Long Post, And I'm Sorry If This Ends Up Taking Up A Majority Of People's Tumblr Feeds, But I'm Really Happy To Finally Have This Done. Now It's Time To Finally Answer Some Newly Received Asks I Got On My Ask Blog! Until Next Time Everybody.

Minion References

[deanwithscissors]

Summer Lovin’

Title: Home Sweet Home Timestamp

Pairing: Jensen X Reader

Word Count: 769

Warnings: Swearing, slight dirty talk, light teasing

Summary: Jensen interrupts [Y/N]’s peaceful afternoon in the sun

Home Sweet Home Masterlist

A/N: this is just some ramblings from when i was enjoying a day in the sun *all mistakes are mine* feedback is highly appreciated, but be kind<3

It was hard to believe that something so far away, to the point of not being able to comprehend the space between, could have such an affect on a being so insignificant and small.

The invisible sun rays scorched her epidermis, sizzling the fat below. Beads of sweat formed a line, marching down her back and between the folds of her skin as she sprawled on the sun lounger, allowing the blistering heat to engulf her and incinerate her woes.

The afternoon had been peaceful and rejuvenating, time alone to escape the real world in her very own private garden, exactly what she needed.

The glorious radiance had made her sleepy, her eyes hooded, struggling to stay open as she lightly drifted, completely oblivious to the foot steps approaching.

“Well, this is a treat to arrive home to,” Jensen said, a half smile plastered his face, his tongue slipping between his lips as he took in the sight of [Y/N].

She wore a tiny triangle, florescent-orange and sky-blue bikini top, her breasts spread; leaving her void of cleavage, but jam packed full of the roundest side boob that begged to be squeezed, maybe even bitten.

The brilliant white shorts revealed most of her dainty legs, but they rose high to her ribs, hiding her belly button piercing that he often liked to fiddle with.

Her feet were free with toenails painted white, her near neon hair down and flowing in the gentle breeze that stirred every so often.

“Jesus Christ [Y/N], you look—" his words were stolen as he swallowed his own tongue, a familiar itch rustling in his pants.

“Don’t ruin my peace Jensen.” She sighed, opening her eyes for the first time in a while to squint at her handsome boyfriend with a forced frown.

His skin was toasted, his freckles vivid and doubled by the Texan sun. His jade eyes glowed beneath the bridge of his baseball cap as he hovered above her in a blood red t-shirt. A side smile creeping on his face as he leered at his prey.

“I’m gonna ruin a lot more than your peace sweetheart.”

“Wow, where’d that come from?” She snorted, slightly taken aback by his aura and electrifying energy.

“You’re kiddin’ right? Those photos you sent earlier, I’ve been thinking ‘bout them since.”

“I didn’t mean for them— I was just—"

“I know, but you looked so good. I’ve been hiding a boner all fuckin’ day.”

His thick fingers wrapped around the arm rests as his entire frame descended upon her.

A wave of serenity washed over her barely covered body, warming her heart and melting her soul as the radiance from his skin transferred to hers, making her melt to his whim.

Using his knees he pushed her legs open, and with pure pride like the smug bastard he is, he positioned his crotch between her legs like he had the right to be there.

He was a shiny bright apple begging to taint her soul and ruin her bliss.

His brooding eyes sunk into her flesh, his solid shaft grazing her bud demanding her full attention, which he undoubtedly had.

Temptation seeped through her resolve, the tricks of the devil too tantalising to deny.

An ear splitting scream broke the peace as the sun lounger barely balanced both of their weights, edging them, threatening to crash to the floor, but never quite reaching the climax.

“Nonononono, Jensen! No, ohmygod, we’re gonna hit the deck, get off you big idiot!” She squealed, slapping at his shoulders, half-heartedly pushing him away.

“I’ll take you on the floor, I don’t mind,” he told her between kisses to her neck.

“You’re a fuckin’ animal,” she said, a light giggle hiding in her scoff.

“You love it.”

“You bet.”

He stole the air from her lungs when his lips met hers.

Her barriers imploded as if the world had collided with another planet, the oxygen evaporated leaving her breathless and woozy under his weight and the power of his sword.

The trip from relaxed-in-the-sun and in the Garden of Eden to horny-as-fuck and one way ticket to hell was instant.

A wicked flash of furious lust coursed through her veins, pumping her heart to crazy levels that had her spinning out of control. Delirium for him pulling her under and teasing her core.

Like a lotus eater, he offered her more, and she gobbled up every kiss, every squeeze, every stroke.

Every second that ticked by dissipating her will as she became more docile and receptive to his passion.

The devil had won.

She was his.

“Take me Jensen.”

[andreagalan]

The king is dead. Long live the Queen.

It’s her second time down in the pit but now she knows its curves and edges. She knows where the wall goes in, where the ground is slippery, where her opponent might trip. She made those mistakes the first time – being too confident, going in too fast, too strong, losing energy and leaving with a split lip, a black eye and scratched skin. Most importantly, Andrea had walked out that first time with nothing to show for it but a bruised ego. 

The anger in that man’s eyes had been enough to make her freeze; it’s not the reaction she thought she’d have, nor the one she wanted. Andrea has a people to lead, a crew that follows her, that looks up to her for leadership… But this idolization has been fading for quite some time. It hasn’t been long since the crown was finally placed on her head, but it’s already proved to be too heavy for her to carry and too large to hold. 

It has been long enough that her life before looks more and more tempting with each passing day. What did I give up? She thinks at least once a week. Why did I want this? She can’t shake the feeling that what she craved for, this power, this position, is meaningless. 

The crown is heavy but it’s all she ever wanted — I did it, she thought back then. I did it, this is mine, this is my victory. I made it. The crown is heavy and covered in blood and it makes her head ache after too long. Andrea looked around when she first put it on, with a grin on her face that could only ever be described as childish. I did it, look! But, just like tonight, she was alone. There’s no one to share a victory with when you’re on top. I did it. She’s repeated it over and over and over, to herself and to others. What else could matter when she’s on top? 

Turns out, the edge is a lot steeper and the fall is a lot deadlier than anyone ever warned her about. 

And now, she’s in it again. Exhausted and embarrassed and still pushing for a victory. She deserves it, her people deserve it. Her breathing is ragged, her body throbbing with pain, but her eyes burn with an unwavering determination to not let herself be walked over again. She’s had enough of that throughout her life — friends, boyfriends, partners, clients, bosses, peers, they’ve all thought so little of her. They still do. 

There’s a crown, heavy to any head it lays upon, but impossible to let go of. Tonight, she can finally claim it as hers. Power is a good look on a woman, Andrea can tell when she looks at herself in the mirror. Andrea might have lost the battle but she’s decided to win the war.

And then she spots her opponent. Andrea’s stomach shrinks, it flips inside her, it makes her sick. If she thought what she’d seen before had been anger, this can only be described as fury, a thirst for blood and a personal vendetta. 

The king is dead. Long live the Queen.

The Brotherhood and her haven’t seen eye to eye in years, almost two decades if her memory doesn’t fail her. She’d been a diamond in the rough in their ranks, a gem if they’d only polished and paid enough attention to her — they didn’t and had the nerve to be resentful when she left for a better bidder. Now, that offer for a greater future is dead, it died with its leader four hundred and twenty-nine nights ago. 

He looks even worse than she does, which can only mean he’s been down here before. And he knows the way out. Andrea cowers in the face of danger and she hates herself for it. With a weapon in her hand, she’d be invincible — it wouldn’t be the first time she’s pointed a gun at him or others who feel the same way about her. JJ warned her, she remembers, but she didn’t listen. His anger is personal, not professional — this is both.

Her strategy is the same as it was the first time around: claws and heels aimed as any exposed skin. And, just like the first time, it’s not enough.

It doesn’t take long. 

The king is dead. Long live the Queen.

Forty seconds until her fist is caught in the air and her arm is twisted back. She cries for help but it doesn’t come. Her head jerks back and she manages to free herself from his grip. Why am I doing this? What if it’s still not enough?

Sixty seconds until her foot is caught now, she loses balance and is on the ground again. She tries to kick him in the groin, catch him off guard, buy herself some time. Why am I doing this? What if I give up? Would he know, would they know? Would he know? But he grips her high heels, one at a time, rips them off her feet and tosses them out of reach. Eighty three seconds until it feels like his fist broke her nose. She cries for help but it doesn’t come. What if I give up? What if I step down?

One hundred and ten seconds until some of her nails snap off from how hard she’s scratching the man’s cheeks and forearms and neck. The others try to dig into his back. What if I step down? What if I don’t want to do this anymore? To an outsider, it might look like they’re hugging. Until she cries for help… It doesn’t come.

What does come is unmistakable shine of metal reflecting light. She knows the sight all too well — the sharp edge of a knife, the coolness of the blade. And she can hear, even from the distance, a crowd-wide gasp. Everyone can tell what it is and everyone can assume what it means, just like her. Bare hands and bare feet and a ripped dress against a strong body and a thirsty knife. All of a sudden, this isn’t a fight, whoever stands victorious won’t display their able body as the prize, but their life, too. 

One hundred seventy seconds. She lies on the cold ground, humiliated in front of her inferiors and her peers, in front of her friends, her foes, her family, her loved ones. Blood trickles down her face, mixing with the dirt beneath her and the sweat of another failed battle. What if I don’t want to do this anymore? What if I can’t? What if there’s someone ready to take over? 

The pain radiates through her body, every bruise and scrape a testament to her defeat. She simultaneously feels the weight of the moment all over her body — and nothing at all. What’s a broken nose on top of a black eye on top of a deep cut on her collarbone on top of a possibly broken rib on top of endless scratches on her elbows and knees and feet and palms on top of a ringing in her ear on top of–

A sort of calm that doesn’t precede a storm, but follows it. What if someone else would do a better job? What if I don't care? What if I run away? What if I leave?

It’s her one opportunity. Andrea feels the weight of his body suddenly be lifted off her, in a way that can only mean someone is carrying him out, dragging him by the sound of it. I did it. Everyone, look, I did it. He claims it and Andrea can hear his grin in that mocking tone. He’s claiming it, he’s saying he’s the one who finally got me. There’s no one around to see how tears well up in her eyes. It’s her one opportunity. Soon, another pair of strong hands drag her out of the Arène, too. It’s my one opportunity.

And she takes it, she closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath. She lets herself feel it. What if…

The king is dead. Long live the—

[codename-mom]

Arm wrestling on a couch

Summary: Post S04E01 (Mayhem). JJ has revealed her pregnancy to her coworkers and Hotch didn't seem to appreciate. She needs to have a discussion with him to clear the things up and to make some points. So she went to his apartment without warning him.

Characters: JJ and Hotch (her point of view)

Contents: TW mentions of what's happened in New York, of Hotch wound and there's a tiny bit of angst

This is a text written for the KidFic CM challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

___

JJ stood in front of the door but didn't dare knock yet. After the events in New York, which had shaken the whole team, they had all gave themselves a few days off to recover from their emotions. She had taken three and decided to use the second one to clarify a few points. A lot had happened there, and among them was the announcement of her pregnancy to her superior. She hadn't planned for it to play out this way at all – she'd envisaged doing it calmly and by the book, coming to sit in his office to tell him the whole truth. Instead, she'd delivered the information on the spur of the moment in a hotel lobby while everyone around them was bustling like an anthill, and she could tell he didn't appreciate it. Worse, she'd felt as if she'd hurt him.

She hadn't understood his reaction and had told herself that once the investigation was over, she'd come back to him to discuss it, but circumstances had somewhat thwarted her plans.  Hotch hadn't returned by jet and had made the journey back his own way, out of her reach. She was now keeping her fingers crossed that he was at home and not in hospital for further tests. Which was a possibility, given that he had almost died in the explosion of his SUV. Her heart was pounding against her ribs. The giant's behavior was so unpredictable at times that she didn't really know where to start with this confrontation. Did he disapprove of this impromptu pregnancy? Should she have told him she was thinking of starting a family with Will? She didn’t know. But she was determined to get to the bottom of all this and set a few conditions for the coming months too. She'd probably have to fight hard, but she'd know how to hold her ground.

That's how she pressed the doorbell button for the first time. Nothing moved. She pressed a second and then a third time until a voice, muffled by the thickness of the ingress, exclaimed:

“I’m coming! Stop ringing, please.”

It was off to a bad start; she'd obviously just annoyed him by drawing his attention to her presence outside his home. He opened the door shortly afterwards and his scowl immediately turned to surprise.

“JJ?”

She herself was caught off guard by her opposite’s attire. She'd always seen him in a suit, but now she discovered him in jeans, T-shirt, and socks. And he obviously hadn't shaved since returning from the Big Apple. 

“Hello, Aaron,” she said, pulling herself together.

She gave him a smile that she hoped would make up for the inappropriateness of this improvised visit.

“Hello, he answered, eyebrows furrowed. What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to check if everything was all right for you.”

“Well, it was fine until you rang the bell,” he rumbled, all warmth gone from his voice.

“Thank you…”

He sighed, dropping his shoulders, and indicated that she could enter.

“It's not you, it's the doorbell, he explained, more pleasantly. The slightest sound that's a little loud splits my head in two.”

She hadn't thought of this detail when she arrived here, but as the agency head's eardrum had been seriously damaged by the blast, his entire hearing apparatus was now exposed and no longer protected from shrill noises such as the entrance bell. She imagined it was the same for anything that exceeded the usual decibels of a conversation.

“Okay. I'll pass the word on to the next one,” she declared with a compromising pout.

“Tell them to stop calling me too, he bounced, closing the portal behind her. They have to do like Spencer. He understands, he sends me messages.”

“You can put it on vibrate too,” she pointed out, a little offended by his reproving tone.

Listening to him – with the exception of the agency's youngest agent – they were all acting like idiots, making phone calls to ask about his health. What he didn't realize was that it wasn't so easy to take into account all the ins and outs of his new condition. Not everyone had the brilliant intelligence of the multi-graduate. However, she excused his unpleasant attitude by attributing it to the pain that must have been coursing through his skull at this hour.  

“No, because then I might not be able to hear it. And I know a few people who'd call SWAT if I didn't answer.”

He had a point but didn't exult. He encouraged her to take a seat on the sofa and she obeyed, smiling. He headed for the kitchen and asked:

“Do you want to drink something? I’ve got water… and water.”

“Water will be fine,” she assured, amused.

“Fresh or at temperature?”

“At temperature, please. My digestive system has been sensitive enough lately.”

He returned to her and handed her a large, generously filled glass. He himself had one in his hand.

“Here. If I'd known you were coming by, I'd have bought some crackers. Haley ate whole packs of them when she was expecting for Jack.”

“Thank you,” she said as she picked up her order.

Then he sat down on the couch, next to her, but without occupying all the remaining space. Even with his unusual size, he managed to adapt so as not to jostle the people around him or encroach on their living space. She appreciated the attention, but wondered what was behind it. Her profiling colleagues would surely have had an answer for her.

They each took a sip, aware that the rest of the discussion might not be so light. They had to clear the air, and the likelihood of them raising their voice was high.

“When were you going to tell me?” he threw, staring at her with his dark eyes.

“When I've had no choice,” she retorted on the spot.

She and Will had talked at length about their respective visions of family and had agreed that children would be an essential part of their lives. However, they didn't expect their wish to be granted so quickly. But as soon as she'd known, she'd also realized that this announcement would make waves in her superior's square organization. He was capable of adapting to many things – especially because the agents under his command left him no option but to accept their sometimes hasty decisions anyway – but she wasn't sure he knew how to modulate his routine following such a change.

When she'd been hired, she'd made no secret of the fact that she was just starting out in the business, and that her previous positions hadn't been as crucial as the one he was planning to give her. This didn't seem to bother him in the least, and he gradually shifted some of his duties to her, taking the time to answer her questions and train her as he had been trained before her. More than once, she'd had the sensation of asking silly questions whose answers were perfectly obvious, but he'd never raised the slightest remark. Then she began to stand on her own two feet, detaching herself more and more from him to carry out her missions alone. But just when she thought she'd lightened his load, she soon realized that he still had just as much work to do and was continuing to rack up the overtime hours. Because the unit was growing. Because the BAU’s good results were bearing fruit, and more and more people were asking for their help.

The agency's good reputation had its downside, and until this moment, it was its director who had paid the highest price. Guided by a heightened professional conscience, he had forgotten the most important thing, and the penalty had fallen. Haley had slammed the door, taking their son and the pedestal on which the giant had always relied to stand. The fall had been brutal and destructive, and the damage seemed irreparable. As usual, he hid his emotions behind this icy expression, but his subordinates weren't completely fooled. He was sinking deeper and deeper into his work, having no interest in going home anymore and ignoring the needs of his body. Every day, he closed in on himself a little more, despite the team's attempts to draw him into the light.

This was the first reason why she hadn't dared tell him about this development in her private life. She had been afraid. Afraid of burying him further under work. And afraid, too, of breaking the few pieces he had painstakingly put back together. But clearly, it was her silence that had hurt him the most.

“Why didn't you tell me?” he insisted, more pained than angry.

“Why is it so important for you to know?” she asked, adjusting her thoughts so as not to do any more damage than she already had.

“Because I'm responsible for your lives, JJ.”

And now came the second reason why she had preferred to remain silent.

“I'm no more in danger pregnant than not.”

“Except that in addition to your life, I have that of your unborn child to consider, he pointed out, annoyed. And over there, in New York, you were both in danger.”

“So did Spencer, Emily, Penelope, Dave, and Derek. We were all in danger.”

All of them could have been in the SUV that had been targeted by the terrorists. All of them could have taken those bullets that the New York officer paired with Prentiss had received. They could all have suffered the blast of that second bomb if Morgan hadn't led the ambulance out of the hospital. In fact, he was probably the most endangered member of the team, tied with the unit leader. The latter must have realized this because he lowered his nose for a moment. His hands twitched nervously, as they did every time he was consumed by anxiety.

“You should have told me before we left,” he continued, in a softer but less assured tone.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don't want any special treatment.”

If there was one thing Hotch couldn't be faulted for, it was his attention to his men. He was constantly worried about their state of health, both mental and physical, and his anxiety went through the roof whenever one of them felt out of sorts. Most of the time, he curbed the ardor of his protective temperament – aware that a simple cut wasn't worth rousing all the rescue services in DC – or deferred the task of looking after the ailing element to one of them, but sometimes the overflow ran over and he showed an excess of empathy. And if, as she thought, he intended to restrict her to a purely administrative position for the next seven months, that didn't suit her at all.

“…What?” he croaked, taken aback.

“I’m not disabled, I’m pregnant. And just because I am doesn't mean I have to hide behind a desk while you all put yourselves in danger,” she hammered, glaring at him.

Eyes wide with surprise, he watched her wordlessly, confused. His pupils turned to the side for a moment, then came back to rest on her. Her heart was beating fiercely against her ribs. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then said:

“… JJ, whether you like it or not, being pregnant isn't trivial. Your whole body undergoes changes for nine months. It's stressful enough as it is, you can't add the stress of our job to it.”

“I'll be the judge of that, she objected, continuing the argument she'd prepared before leaving home. I am the one who is pregnant, not you. I'm in the best position to understand how I feel.”

Unsettled by her firm tone, he turned his head away from those bluish irises and plunged into silent reflection, rubbing his lower face with his hand. She would have given anything to witness the battle that must have been going on in his brain at that hour. She understood his fears, but he had to learn to deal with his employees' wishes too.

“… No, I’m sorry, I… I can't let you do that, he declared, half stammering. I… I can't take responsibility for you having a miscarriage or giving birth to a disabled child who won't have grown up peacefully.”

“Aaron, if you try to keep me out of the field, I'll resign.”

He received this reply like a slap in the face, blinking several times. It was the last argument she had in her pocket, and she had hoped not to have to use it, as she suspected the pain it would inflict. She clearly wasn't making it easy for him by backing him into a corner, but she couldn't think of a better way to make him see reason. He no longer dared look at her. His arms trembled and she saw tears forming at the edges of his eyes. She had to restrain herself from hugging him to reassure him.

“… O… okay, he stuttered after a long silence. Let’s make a deal. I… I'll let you go out into the field and face the reporters, just like you've been doing up until now, but the second you feel something's wrong, or if you're told you need to take it easy, or if you need a breather, a rest, a sit-down, ... anything, I want to know about it, he demanded, meeting her gaze again. Then we'll decide together what to do next.”

She in turn pondered this proposal. She was well aware that his intention was always to pin her down so that nothing untoward happened – to her or her baby – but he was offering her the chance to express her opinion before he made a decision. She was the first agent whose pregnancy he had to deal with, and he undoubtedly didn't know what to do to ensure that everything went smoothly, both for the mother-to-be and for the agency. The only personal example he had was that of his ex-wife, who had had to stay in bed for the last few months before Jack was born, so he had to fear more than ever that this situation would turn into a catastrophe. He wanted her to have the best possible experience, but he didn't want to lose her either. And the culmination of his reflections was this compromise, which allowed her to continue to follow the team outside Quantico, but also promised other potential tussles with him. She sighed.

“…Okay,” she conceded, realizing that she probably wouldn't get much more than that.

She reassured herself thinking that, when he saw that everything was going well, he'd let go and give her more freedom.

“Thank you,” he said with a shy smile.

JJ looked up but smiled back. She then took a sip of water under the watchful eye of her neighbor. He stared at her as if she were about to turn into a mystical creature at any moment.

“Otherwise, is everything all right?”

“I don't know, you're the one with the torn eardrum,” she teased him back.

“Apart from the fact that I feel like I'm living in the middle of an orchestra, I'm fine.”

The liaison officer laughed briefly and took another swig. All that tension had made her thirsty. He didn't touch his glass on the coffee table. Out of the corner of her eye, she detailed the damage caused by the bomb that had sent him tumbling like a piece of straw. He, a six-foot giant, had vanished like a blade of grass when the explosive went off. She could still see the CCTV images of the building next to which the vehicle had been parked and felt the anguish that had gripped her when she realized that he might no longer be with them. Events had proved her wrong, and she'd been relieved to see him back on his feet and in full possession of his senses, but all that had left its mark. His face was peppered with small cuts and a bandage covered his right ear. Which wasn't much, considering how close he'd come to death.

“Does Haley know?”

“Haley?” he raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Yes, your son's mother,” she reminded him, worrying that he might have lost his memory in the battle.

“I know who she is. Why should I tell her?”

His features had hardened. His interlocutor was taken aback that he would dare ask such a question but made the effort to remind him of the obvious.

“You almost died in a bomb attack, you're the father of her child, she's probably a little concerned, isn't she?”

“No.”

“Aaron!”

She was outraged that he would knowingly dismiss the woman with whom he had shared his life for twenty-five years when he had just suffered such a serious accident. True, the divorce papers had been signed, but that didn't mean all communication had to be cut off between him and her. Her own parents had separated when she was a child, and they kept in touch even afterwards, exchanging information about each other's health.

“Believe me, she couldn't care less,” he assured, his face closed.

“Don’t say that.”

“As long as I keep paying alimony, I can lose both my arms and legs, she won't care.”

She understood that the couple's split hadn't been amicable, far from it. Why? She didn't know and probably wouldn't since he never discussed his private life with members of his team. Still, she found it hard to believe that Jack's mother could be so dismissive of her ex-husband. Unless you were a sociopath, you didn't erase so many years of life together from your heart and head with a snap of your fingers. There were bound to be memories left, and even snatches of attachment, if the other hadn't behaved like the most foul of partners. And since she doubted that Hotch could have been violent or demeaning towards her, it was unlikely that she would dislike him so much. However, JJ remembered the last call she had received from her, and her eardrum had suffered greatly. What could have happened between the two of them for things to escalate this way? It was a mystery to which she would never have the answer.

“… I see, she commented, for want of a better rebound. What about your mother?”

JJ had already had Ada Hotchner on the phone several times when her son was deliberately dodging her calls, and she had only met her once. She'd made a strong impression on the whole team, this little lady with a strong character capable of shaking the customary stoicism of the giant in the suit. When she'd burst onto Quantico's sixth floor unannounced, she'd made the director lose all control without even having to open her mouth.

“Oh, I didn't need to tell her. The minute she heard about the bombing at the foot of the federal building in New York, she teleported to my house.”

“Reminds me of someone,” she murmured, recognizing this trait in her neighbor.

“What?”

“No, nothing, she booted out. Why she isn’t here then?”

“Because I made her get that I didn't need her.”

Unlike many men who loved to be pampered when they were sick or injured, Aaron shunned anyone who tried to help him. He'd rather agonize in his corner than ask for support. An attitude he didn't appreciate from those closest to him, as if he alone had the right to play hardball and to toil alone to accomplish a task that would go twice as fast if done in pairs or teams.

“She’s worried about you.”

“She practically implied that it was my fault that the bomb went off.”

The young woman burst out laughing in spite of herself. Like all mothers, Ada wasn't bothered in the least by the fact that her offspring was three heads taller than she was, and so indulged in reflections about him – sometimes in front of him – that none of them would ever have dared to make. And she didn't mince her words against him, expressing out loud what many must be thinking down low. JJ suddenly realized that this must surely be why Hotch had such low self-esteem and then found this outing much less funny.

The landline phone on the dresser began to ring at that moment and he immediately winced, bringing his hand to his ear in a vain attempt to muffle the sound. He struggled to reach the handset and noted the number on the screen.

“It’s… it's one of my aunts, he revealed awkwardly. It’ll take hours…”

“Okay. I’ll leave you to her.”

She got to her feet after putting the glass on the table.

“Sorry.”

“See you soon, she said, grabbing his shoulder to calm him down. And take care of yourself.”

“You too.”

JJ left the apartment with a strange feeling in her gut. She'd won her case – sort of – but was worried about her superior's well-being. Maybe they'd have to go back to the plan of action they'd put in place right after his divorce, and invite themselves back to his place without warning so he wouldn't cogitate too much in his drab little apartment.

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Second entry for CM KidFic Challenge! /o/

This time, with JJ's point of view.

That was one of the text I wrote to explain the obvious complicity between Hotch and her. It wasn't really explain into the show, but JJ and Hotch shared a special bond that he doesn't have with the other agents (she's the only one, with Dave, to call him by his first name and, in French, she's the only one (again with Dave) to use the unformal "you" with him).

Maybe because they were both (for a very long time) the only parents of the team and as so, they knew how it is difficult to juggle between their work and their family. We can think that Jack went to JJ's house many times to play with Henry and, later, Mickael. But it's never shown.

So I wrote some texts, here and there, with just the two of them.

[chris-continues]

Wholesome request 1

Livio who has a part time job walking people's dogs, bumps into reader when one of the dogs goes tugs a little too harsh.

Then it's the whole cliche dogs tangling them in the leashes.

Missteps

College AU Livio / reader!

TAGS: @h4venpha @millionsvash @lune010 @vashfantasy @cowboylivio

NOTES: OH MY GOD YES perfect I’d imagine both him and Wolfwood have these neighbors who aren’t able to walk their dog and he’s surprisingly really good with animals so they ask him! This is in college au btw! Also idk much about livio 😭 I watched some of tri98 and all of stampede and I’ve read a bitttt on him but I hope this isn’t OOC! Feel free to comment constructive criticism on his characterization in this, I hope it transferred well :)

Thank god Livio had managed to find a decent paying job to help handle both him and his older brother’s finances, because the genius had come up with the excellent idea of having both a dingy motorcycle and car instead of just getting one partially crummy one. (Preferably a car. Livio was still terrified of riding in the motorcycle). Dog walking hadn’t been the worst idea- firstly, he could enjoy life outside and take a break from studying, and even if he did need to review any coursework he could always listen to the .mp3 files in the online textbook he’d found (he thankfully got his hands on some online copies of his textbooks. Made the mistake his first semester freshman year of buying the actual books, brand new. Never again).

But it was therapeutic. Nico was always pestering him to loosen up, offhandedly offering a cigarette to which he refused, sighing tiredly with his forearms resting on his knees, head heavy with the stress of the day. Birds chirping alike in the teeming trees seemed to bring him mirth, replenish his senses and it was awfully refreshing as he tried to not recount the several assignments he had to work on.. haah.

Of course the one time his attention was split, when he made the god awful mistake of checking his notifications while walking did the toe of his shoe catch on an uneven crack in the sidewalk, dog tugging him further in anticipation for someth- wOah!-

Breeze rustled his hair as he flailed in an attempt to catch himself, only to be met with his hands awkwardly mashed on your torso. One, on your shoulder, the other, bent strangely at the elbow, flush against you.

“Oh my god- yeah, I’m so sorry..” he made an attempt to step back, only to find his calf caught in a tangle of leashes.

The dog you’d been walking, for a friend, had managed to find playing with Livio’s man (dog) of the hour a lot more amusing than your calls of “here!” “C’mere!” In a panic.

He swallowed thickly, turning his head away in respect while trying to croak out a few calls of his own. Your body squirmed against his, only managing to embarrass him further. He was almost as red as the fire hydrant they were.. yeah. Ok. Yep. They’re bonding.

“It’s- it’s fine, I’m sorry.” You looked up at him, chin resting slightly against his chest.

Wow. Your eyes are really pretty.

He caught himself, “Oh, no yeah- don’t worry about it. I’m sure they’ll be back soon.” His throat felt tight, voice tapering closed as he muttered out the last of his scrambled thoughts. It’s amusing, really, how a guy so giant wishes he can curl up really small and just go.

In an attempt to make the situation a bit more bearable, you gave your name, and he offered his shyly in return. Thank god for his dog finally being loyal enough to return, as he’d begun to almost lose it. While never one for much conversation, he shied away far more than usual, muscles twitching nervously and sporadically, eyes darting anywhere but you.

It. Was. So. Embarrassing.

Your hands reached nearby him to fumble with the leash, grazing his elbow as your chests touched and oh god your arm was wrapping around him, and suddenly-

“You’re untangled!” You beamed, picking up the other leash that had previously encased the two of you, “I’ll see you around, Livio.” A small smile graced your features, yet all he could do was give a feeble wave and a, “Yeah, later.” In response.

And suddenly, the gust of wind against him doesn’t feel as exhilarating as it used to.

Not in comparison to your grazing touches against him.

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For the director's commentary thing: the section of Tonight, Tonight ch. 1 that starts with "It took Nancy a moment to realize what they were talking about." and ends with "Something broke through the fog of bourbon."

(I'm just so intrigued by Tommy's whole deal in this story.)

Thank you for your ask! I have a lot of Tommy thoughts, so this is going to be split into (a) what's going on in the passage, (b) my headcanons for the Hagan family dynamics, and (c) additional history involving Tommy's older brother Robbie and other characters. I'm not sure how much of this is actually going to get into the story proper, since some of this is stuff I originally thought of for other stories and general headcanons, plus Nancy's view of all of this is pretty limited.

Discussion of Tommy's canon fucked-up behavior, a suicide attempt (the one already referenced in Tonight, Tonight), physical and emotional sibling abuse, bullying, homophobia, and attempted sexual assault.

The Passage

It took Nancy a moment to realize what they were talking about. (The bourbon didn’t help.) Then she remembered the horrible thing Tommy had said back when Will had disappeared, and even a couple of times after he’d died. The last time, he’d made the mistake of saying it within earshot of a teacher, who had berated him within an inch of his life for making up such a cruel rumor.

This is a reference to Tommy's sick joke about Jonathan killing Will. I don't think Tommy particularly has it in for Jonathan as a person. First of all, he wasn't thinking of Jonathan as a real person. Second, Tommy strikes me as someone who says dark or shocking shit because that's his contribution to the group. He's not as good-looking or as much of a star athlete as Steve, but he's tougher, smarter, meaner. He doesn't ever try to beat Steve at his own game--the most he'll do is gravitate to Billy--but he'll do and say sneaky things to undermine him or get him in trouble.

(Tommy's still loyal to Steve in this universe, or at least loyal to him over Billy, who's more subtle in his bullying of Steve because his reputation is more solid. Tommy also has some other stuff going on that’s causing him to reconsider his worldview, as discussed below.)

“If Jonathan Byers heard you and decked you right now,” the teacher had hissed at Tommy, “I would swear in a court of law that he hadn’t. You vile little shit.”

Hawkins is shitty enough that Tommy feels emboldened to make his horrible joke where a teacher can hear, but at least one adult is shocked. Her approach is still essentially to let the kids sort it out themselves, of course. Jonathan's pretty much on his own.

Which, of course, wasn’t how teachers were supposed to speak to students, but Tommy, for all his faults, had his own sense of fair play. He’d only whined about it to Steve and Carol, whose reactions had been, respectively, “man, I told you not to say that shit, that’s messed up” and “yeah, we know it’s a joke, but obviously some ex-hippie teacher who still listens to John Denver is gonna hate that shit, what did you expect.” (Nancy had been present for these conversations, but too busy going over all the terrible things that could have happened to Barb to offer a response.) Then Tommy had dropped the subject.

Tommy's also going to handle things himself, like the under-supervised Gen X kid he is. Steve remains squeamish about the child murder joke and, while it doesn't shock Carol, she doesn't have Tommy's attention-seeking tendencies.

(Jonathan actually did hear the "joke," but he had so much bad shit going on that he was kind of like "yeah, seems like the kind of blood-curdlingly cruel thing Tommy Hagan would say." Ironically, Steve's dismissive "that's depressing" bothered him more, because Steve wasn't trying to be shocking; that was a thoughtless expression of the town's opinion on his family.)

But, it turned out, he hadn’t forgotten it.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy said, staring at the carpet. “I know. Obviously Byers had a lot of reasons to check out early. I don’t know if he even heard that shit I said. Just…I don’t know, it’s too weird. One second, you’re going to school with a guy. Then he ends up in Pennhurst and you’re looking at his blood at the floor.”

It got a little too real for Tommy! Not so much because he thinks he's a major cause of Jonathan's suicide attempt (in reality the culmination of months of unresolved guilt and grief, plus despair at having to live with Lonnie, plus just not thinking clearly due to exhaustion and malnutrition), but because he thought for the first time what it'd be like to be Jonathan—a human being, not an unfeeling repository for rumors—and hear that comment.

2. The Hagan Family

Tommy is also experiencing some changes in his family life that are causing him to question certain things. His siblings, twins Robbie and Marianne, are two years his senior. His mother vastly, overtly prefers Robbie to her other children. In Mrs. Hagan's eyes, Marianne is an annoying, negative whiner who's jealous of Robbie and Tommy is just Robbie's younger brother who looks up to him So Much. (Mr. Hagan is kind of checked out, thanks to serious chronic pain issues that nobody really understands.) Robbie was universally hailed as an Ideal Boy during his time at Hawkins High, too. He looks like Rob Lowe, he was a star athlete who's still playing basketball for IU, and every subsequent popular boy is kind of compared unfavorably to him. Steve absolutely adores Robbie, who used to pontificate about girls and sports and life to him and Tommy, and he has a whole thing about how he'll never be as smart or as great at basketball as him. Jason has prayed a great deal on his unChristian envy of Robbie. And Billy has too much persona to admit it, but one time he overheard someone call him a "white-trash Robbie Hagan" and it really hurt his feelings.

At home, though, Robbie frequently bullied both Marianne and Tommy. With Marianne, it was obvious and ugly: constantly tearing her down verbally, ruining her things, sabotaging her schoolwork, even cutting off her ponytail after she yelled at him for leaving her to do all the chores. With Tommy, it was more plausibly deniable: playing very rough with him when they were younger, putting him in dangerous and even potentially fatal situations as a joke, cruelly mocking his masculinity to control his behavior or just to knock him down a peg. Marianne complained and was demonized by their mother, while Tommy sort of accepted this treatment as his due and viewed his relationship with Robbie as normal and positive.

Then Robbie left home to attend IU on a basketball scholarship. Marianne, the un-favorite and a girl to boot, got into college and received a pretty decent scholarship, but her parents refused to pay the rest so she's stuck living at home and attending community college for a couple years. Mrs. Hagan has been pretty down in the dumps since Robbie left for school, bemoaning that it's just not the same with only Marianne and Tommy around. Tommy finds these remarks increasingly dispiriting. Like, yeah, he misses Robbie, too, but he's not nothing, right? He's also come to realize that he has more room to breathe without Robbie constantly picking at him and sucking up all the air in the room. He's even started to see Marianne in a new light. Previously annoyed with her hostility towards Robbie and willing to join in on Robbie's bullying of her, he's coming to appreciate how difficult her life has been in their house and how little she's really held his allegiance with Robbie against him. She's still somewhat wary of him, but she gets why he did what he did and they've started to bond a little bit. He knows she's going to be leaving home in about a year, too, and finds himself feeling bummed out about it.

Finally, there was an incident at the Hagan family's 1984 Fourth of July barbeque that cemented his changing feelings towards his family. Which brings us to...

3. Robbie, Carol, and Jonathan

This is where the homophobia and attempted sexual assault come in. I'm going to put a caveat that I thought of this part before changing Jonathan's situation to be one of sexual exploitation, and now I feel like there might be a lot of sexual assault for a story that's not centrally about that. However: this was always a story about people, especially young people, being isolated and falling through the cracks in society, and rape culture very much ties into that. Also, I tried not to make it sensationalistic at any point.

So, Robbie has a certain kind of nebulous reputation among the girls (popular, pretty, around his age) that people expect him to sleep with. He's not violent or threatening, but he's a player and he always gives the impression that the girl has lost some contest with him by "giving in." It's subtle--he's not going "I don't respect you anymore because you had sex with me"--but even girls who went in with the attitude of "I want to have sex with Robbie Hagan because he's hot and have no expectation of a relationship" end up feeling kind of slimed on. He also has sexual relationships with girls whom he refuses to acknowledge in public--less popular, more insecure, slightly younger girls, mostly--and he's more devious and pushy with them. And he has ventured into even more sinister territory on a couple of occasions, once with Jonathan and once with Carol.

The incident with Jonathan happens in the summer of 1982, when Jonathan is a rising freshman working under the table at the Hawk and Robbie is a rising senior. Robbie finds him alone cleaning up the cinema and repeatedly asks him for a handjob. Another employee walks into the cinema before things can escalate, but, due to Robbie's superior age/strength and the isolated location, the situation is pretty volatile and frightening. Jonathan is basically like "well, nothing happened, ultimately, so I'm just never going to deal with that." But after Will's "death"--which appears to have been brought about partially by someone trying to run him off the road--Jonathan, especially in dreams, starts to mull over a bunch of rough shit that he went through, because he wanted to protect Will from going through that stuff (whether that meant Lonnie's bullshit or scarier bullying from older kids or the effects of poverty) and feels that he failed.

Tommy doesn't know about this incident, but Robbie--pretty confident that poor, crazy Joyce Byers's weird, possibly queer kid isn't going to tell anyone and that it would backfire on him if he tried--nevertheless makes a preemptive strike and makes sure to tell Tommy to watch out for that Byers kid, because he's a queer and you never know what they'll do. This isn't the first or last rumor of this kind about Jonathan, but it doesn't exactly make his life easier, either.

With Carol, Robbie came home from college in the summer of 1984 and attended his family's Fourth of July barbecue. Carol, Tommy's girlfriend since middle school, is invited. Robbie thinks she looks good, he feels entitled to her attention, and he's already in a resentful mood due to some family stuff (Tommy is glad to see him but not exactly worshipful, Marianne has come out of her shell which he interprets as being "full of herself," and Mrs. Hagan is falling all over him). So he tries to get his hand up Carol's shirt while her hands are full with some casserole dish. Unfortunately for him, Carol is not as scared or awed as most of the younger people he approaches, so she screams at him and dumps a terrifyingly Midwestern salad all over his ass. The rest of the Hagans come running, and the fallout is tremendous. Tommy isn't in a place where he can confront Robbie too directly, but he sides with Carol and takes her back to her house, where she tells her mom about it and they all end up having Fourth of July lunch together. Marianne knows Robbie's bad news and sides with Carol, too. Mrs. Hagan is livid, calling Carol a liar and a slut and her two other children ungrateful traitors. Mrs. Perkins (Carol's mom) calls to give Mrs. Hagan a piece of her mind.

In the end, it doesn't go beyond the two families. (Even Steve doesn't know.) Carol is assertive but even she can't deal with being the girl who tried to stir up shit between golden boy Robbie and his own brother. Her folks are furious on her behalf but are realistic and agree that it would play out that way. Mrs. Hagan gives Carol the cold shoulder but doesn't want to push things with her folks, or even acknowledge that Tommy has real reason to resent his brother. Marianne ends up absorbing most of her frustration, and she's just like, "Yeah, that's what I thought you'd do, you horrible fucking woman." Meanwhile Robbie's sulking because he's tired of all the drama that he caused.

This is obviously pretty elaborate for a couple of minor characters in this fanfic and I don't know how much this is going to show up in the story, but it kind of percolated in the back of my mind of its own accord.

[julianobungus]

I wrote this for the brainrot (not yet finished)

Okay, so this idea I had revolves around two of my current favourite things: Infinity Train and Alien, with it being a little fantasy I had while listening to music and doing work around the house.

The basic idea is that this takes place in a vast industrial complex in which the Infinity Train cast (or some of them, at least) are trapped within. The lot of them split up to find the specific parts they needs to repair an elevator that can get them to safety - of not out of the complex, then to a safer upper level.

Ryan and Min-Gi look for a battery to power up the lift, going a little aways from where they and the other passengers have been staying. They find and look around inside this old maintenance room, looking for what they need. They split up, with Ryan looking around in one part of the place, and Min-Gi searching another.

Ryan rustles noisily through parts, objects and cylinders, trying to find the battery. He's in a bit of a panic, desperate to get out of this place, and rushes through the task; he shoves metal cylinders out of the way and behind himself, trying to keep calm, but needing to reach freedom.

What he doesn't see, however, is what waits beyond himself. Perched behind him, a few metres away and staying perfectly still, is a rounded, crouched thing made of black sheen and angles.

The Praetomorph. The imperfect Starbeast.

It rests in an odd crouching position, like a hellish gargoyle as it sits idly nearby. At first, it isn't clear if it's observing Ryan Akagi; it's not even clear if it's even awake or aware of his presence.

But then it raises its tail. Slowly and with patient measure, slipping out from between its legs, it raises it gently into the air. Soundlessly and almost with some serenity. Ryan is still shuffling through objects, thinking he can see the battery. He does - he grabs it.

He pretends he hasn't seen the animal. He hopes against hope that he's imagined it, and that it's his frayed nerves playing their tricks on him-

The Praetomorph dispels that false hope. It rapidly drops its tail down, whipping it against the cold, hard floor with an intrusive SLAP! Ryan flinches, not only from fright, but from the freezing realisation that he hadn't been mistaken. The future rockstar turns around; his mouth is dry like a desert as he sees the thing in all his horrible beauty.

The jig is up. It has his undiluted attention. The black thing skitters forward, seeming to crab-walk towards him, but then it passes its bodyweight forward onto its feet, bringing its skeletal torso and ridiculous head forward. Now it stands on two digitigrade feet, its bony and flayed arms outstretching in the most peculiar way.

And then it starts to stand.

It raises itself to its full height at a glacial pace. Ryan doesn't mean to, but he lets out a groaning whimper of dread and cold terror as he backs up, clutching the cylindrical battery in his hand. But he lets it go, letting it fall and roll away from him.

The scream is loud enough for Min-Gi to turn around and hear. He sees it as clearly as Ryan does. His heart feels like it's going to leap from his chest at the sight. He watches helplessly as it brings a tiptoe foot forward towards Ryan - towards his friend. His brother.

Mn finds himself running forward, also finds himself holding something in his two clenched hands. Something large and long and metal. He doesn't know why he screams. Probably to scare it off.

But it's a mistake. The Starbeast whips itself around to face the little man, and a black outstretched wrist collides with his shoulder. He's flung backwards as a pain strikes through his arm, then the rest of his body as he lands in an unceremonious heap.

Ryan screams his friend's name. The Praetomorph turns back around to face him, slower this time, sizing the thin Canadian up. It walks forward once more, coming closer to Mr. Akagi. The man whimpers - can barely scream - as his eyes become wet. A theatre fire in his head, with a hundred voices screaming at him to do something. Absolutely anything.

Ryan's still trapped in his indecision as he watches a pair of grim-reaper hands flow forward, and as he feels the insect-leg fingers grace and tickle his face. They are as cold as the wet ground after a storm. He thinks of rainy days and getting snowed in. He finally hiccups a sob as the animal stands before him. Above him. Ryan feels the hands tightening their grip on his head. He chokes.

Why didn't I just run? Am I that stupid?

He thinks this just as the pair of spidery hands twist his head to the side, like an oversized corkscrew.

[rottingbrainsandheart]

Barbie (2023) | Spoiler Warning

So on Sunday I've watched Barbie with some friends of mine, yesterday I've rewatched it in its original language and, expecially after reading lots of other people (mainly women) online, I have so many thoughts about this film that I just need to organize them and translate them into something coherent. Everything you see on here is based on my own perception

You know the drill: English is not my first language, so yk, you may find mistakes. I don't want to spend too much time reviewing and rewriting this post, I just want to let my thoughts out, so I apologize if this gets confusing or if I miss something (there are so many little things that can be discussed...)

The movie revolves around Barbie (and Ken)'s journey from Barbieland, a "perfect" world based on the imagination of young girls and children (and in which Kens are not at the center of attention) to the Real World: this journey represents the process of growing up and going from childhood to teenhood/adulthood, and how this journey is experienced differently between the genders (more than two actually - there's Barbie, there's Ken, and in Barbieland there's also Allan)

Barbie starts going through different physical and emotional changes, which all happen growing up: thoughts of death, instabilty, fear, anxiety, cellulite... But most importantly, she stops walking on tiptoes: her heels are on the ground. She doesn't fluctuate anymore, she fell down. Leaving our childhood behind we start being aware of the world around us: we don't live in our own world of fantasy anymore, we live in the real world.

She goes up to "Weird Barbie" and asks her for help with her malfunction. Weird Barbie leaves isolated, away from other Barbies. She's way different from them, she's eccentric and always in the splits: she's labeled as "weird" (both in her face and behing her shoulders). But despise all of this, she still helps other Barbies when they need her. She's the feminist who knows many truths about the real world, truths that other women don't want to hear because it's too painful. In fact, she gives Barbie the illusion of a choice, saying that she can either go back to her old life or know the truth about the universe. Of course Barbie wants to go back and pretend nothing happened, but that's not a real option: change is happening, she can't stop that, and so she has to go.

And so, she goes to the Real World... and Ken (#1) goes with her, because he made a bet with another Ken (#2) and wanted to prove that Barbie actually wants him around. Ken #1 thinks Ken #2 is so cool, while Barbie doesn't: this short piece of dialogue shows how men want validation from other men, more then women do.

Once they arrive in the Real World, they discover a different society than the one they used to live in: it's a men's world (even at Mattel they'are all men, except for Gloria, who's the CEO's assistant). They receive different kinds of attention (something that actually happens to them both is a moment of fetishization, when Barbie reveals to the men in the construction site that neither her nor Ken have genitals, but those men didn't seem to care, as long as they could still sexualize them both: sexualization is not based on attraction, it's only based on power): Barbie gets stares, inappropriate and sexual invitations, she gets scared, she feels anxiety (a mom goes up to her to tell her what anxiety is, and Ken sayd that he doesn't feel like that: of course he doesn't, 'cause "they never take it to the dads") pain and embarrassment (coming from violence), and later on she's hated by Sasha and her friends. Ken gets validation, attention and respect, and learns about patriarchy and realize he can get power. But he can't do that in the Real World, because he lacks qualifications: he thinks that (cis) men in the real world aren't doing patriarchy right, but one of the men he talks to actually revelas that "yes, they are doing patriarchy right, they just hide it better", showing us how cis men know that they live in a system that gives them power and privilege and actually want to keep said system, even if it harms others (contrary to popular beliefs where cis men are simply "born" in the patriarchy and can't do anything about it). The "lack of qualification" parts also shows that, while all cis men get some sort of privilege from the patriarchy, not all of them are on the same level in society, especially if they're poor and/or never received an education (and, again, there's Allan).

Ken takes all his knowledge about the patriarchy and goes back to Barbieland, where he basically appropiates everything that the Barbies have worked on until now, instead of making new spaces for the Kens. Having based his whole identity on his relationship with Barbie, in order to elevate himself and the other Kens, they all have to lower the Barbies and make them their maids and girlfriends (mind you, they never had to do anything for the Barbies, they just co-existed in peace: but Ken craved the attention that Barbie never gave to him, and that, to the basic cis men, is pure torture).

Barbie goes back to Barbieland (with Gloria and Sasha) and finds a world where other Barbies, who were once doctors, politicians and physics, have been brainwashed and deprived of their own autonomy, but who also seem to be enjoying this new system. Differently, Allan clearly states that he doesn't like living like this; he's not even with the Ken, he's actually giving them foot massages with the other Barbies. Allan is the one that doesn't fit in the Barbie-Ken binary (there's only one Allan; he's unique) The one that can't relate neither to the Kens nor to the Barbies. He represents gay/achillean men, transgender men, non-binary people, and generally anyone that doesn't fit in society, while the Barbies represent women who struggle with interiorized misoginy and who believe that patriarchy and men's supremacy is actually good for them, because a man's job is to protect women and a woman's job is to serve the men. The same patriarchal brainwashing that they received, we receive too in the real world. That's why you're either brainwashed or "weird". But there's still hope for them, because they can still open their eyes and wake up from the illusion: this happens thanks to America Ferrera's monologue, which might be superficial, that's true, but it still resonates with the women watching, and might help them "wake up" too.

Even before going through with the last parts of their plan, Barbie feels bad for Ken and fears that he might not like her anymore; and once "Kendom" is over, Barbie feels the need to apologize to him and encourages him to find his own identity... while he still tries to kiss her. As a woman she feels lime has to care for him and help him out.

At the end, Barbie reconnects with her creator, her mother, Ruth Handler, who tells us about the real idea behind Barbie: women can be anything. As a society we completely misunderstood the real message behind the doll, and we started telling little girls that they should focus on "having a Barbie look" (thin, tall, blonde): that's also why Sasha accused Barbie of being a fascist and anti-feminist. Lastly, Barbie asks Ruth her "permission" to become human: but she needs no permission, Ruth simply helps her to understand what it's like to be human, and that means accepting to be complex and imperfect: she's not the perfect Barbie anymore, she's an imperfect woman. Who's excited to see her gynecologist.

[evita-shelby]

The Dinner Date

Modern au!tommy x eva ,takes place in 2019

My 100th tommy x eva one shot

Thanks @moral-terpitude for the idea of making it a modern au

Cw:mentions of the brexit protests in the uk and the nationwide protests and subsequent riots in mexico after mexico city police sexually assauleted two little girls

Gif by @compassgenius

“So, you’re serious about her?” Ada asked looking over his shoulder before he stopped her from reading the messages.

He had been serious about Grace only to get burned. Tommy was hoping things with Eva will be better.

“I am. Which is why I want to make sure she is peer reviewed before I really commit.” Tommy knew his family already knew Eva and had befriended her, he just needed to see that it wasn’t that fake shit Grace had pulled off for almost a year.

“How about a double date with me and Freddie? If she’s serious she’ll survive it and if she isn’t, well you have an excuse to break up with her.” Ada suggests, as if it had worked last time.

“It sounds like a bad idea, little sister.” Tommy tries to shoot down the idea.

But it could work.

Grace had tried to have Freddie arrested for… well being himself after going out for drinks with them.

Greta had liked Freddie; in fact, they had met at some protest he invited them to.

And while he knew his new girlfriend was just as political as Greta, Tommy needed for her to not be a pearl clutching Tory.

Nor a narc who had even made a tindr to make sure she’d get his attention.

“Fine, how about this Friday evening. That one we went with Polly last month.” He relents.

The more elegant the restaurant the less likely there would be a problem.

“I’ll tell Freddie to his worse.” His sister smiled rather deviously.

“Have you seen the protests lately? It seems we might actually get shit done.” It is done on purpose; Ada has brought up almost every topic they could disagree on and Eva has passed with flying colors.

Now came the final one.

They are having dessert, if Eva survived the politics question, Tommy would marry her on the spot.

“As if that could get them off their arse,” Freddie scoffs.

“It does work, if you get them all to organize and vote for people who are willing to put in the work. I mean we voted out Peña Nieto and my country is just a few more assassinations away from being a total narco-state.” Eva cut her crème caramel with her fork.

“Yeah, sure, but that’s Mexico, here you can have all of the UK show up it’s not going to stop Parliament from voting yes for Brexit.” Freddie answers just as they had expected.

His friend was as socialist as they came, but he had as much faith in the system as Tommy had faith in the Christian God.

“Well then make yourself impossible to ignore and if they continue to ignore you then take justice in your hands.

You heard about the protests in my country, we we riot nationwide when policemen rape little girls and make the world fucking see there'sstrength in numbers. If it had been us, we wouldn’t have let the Big Ben unscathed or Buckingham Palace untagged.” Eva surprises them, usually a strong believer of reform and democracy, she apparently was pro-rioting.

“Says the one who ran away like a fucking coward.” Thorne makes the mistake of assuming the pretty rich girl in front of him is as harmless as she looks.

Eva may try to avoid violence and had the patience of a saint most of the time, but everyone has a tipping point.

Freddie had just found it.

Tommy barely managed to pull his girlfriend away just as she landed the first punch on Freddie’s right eye.

“Take that back, Thorne.” She snarled as Tommy did his best to keep her still.

“I fucking won’t, people like you can say they fight for the same thing as us but when things get hard you lot run away in your private jets. Just like you did.�� Freddie held his glass to his eye and sat back.

She lunged again and this time security comes to put a stop to it.

---

“I told you it was a bad idea.” Tommy told his sister as they split the bill while Freddie and Eva waited in their cars.

“I know and we’re never doing this again.” Ada agreed. “We’re fucking lucky they didn’t call the police on them.”

“Brunch tomorrow?” he asked his sister who only nodded.

He is not surprised to have Eva apologize to him for ruining the date.

“Shouldn’t have let him get to me, Tom. I know he’s your friend and Ada’s husband, but its better if we don’t try this again.” The witch said surprising him.

“Again?” he had assumed she’d end things after a date like this.

“Despite what your oh so charming brother-in-law says, I am no quitter, Shelby.”