#coz if i was trying to draw this bastard over and over

[tangledinink]

I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? Donatello Ref Sheet!

Yayyy, now he has a proper, actual reference sheet! Also reflects a few tweaks I've made to his design since the first original pass at it. Rest of the gang forthcoming.

(also, just for fun, donnie w/o his twists--)

#donnie won the poll so they got to go first #and lowkey thank god #coz he had the dumbest most complicated design #so im glad i got him out of the way #what the fuck was i thinking #good thing i decided to do a fic instead of a comic #coz if i was trying to draw this bastard over and over #id simply pass away #i was gonna try to wait and post them all at the same time #but then i decided that actually thats dumb and I'm impatient and i don't wanna #so #sorrywhatnowau #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rise donnie #rise donatello #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #tmnt human au #rottmnt human designs #rottmnt human au #rottmnt au #fidgetwing #hamato donatello #donatello hamato

[everythingelseisspokenfor]

See, I am never going to defend Prapai for what he did the first night he met Sky. He was being a cheeky bastard but he should have asked for more explicit consent.

Buuuuut. These past few episodes seeing people pounce on Pai like he's a predator just felt wrong to me, and I didn't want to comment until I was sure about what exactly it was that I could see that the others couldn't or vice versa.

I feel like the answer is very simple and something many people in the LITA fandom also kinda addressed. Pai doesn't really know anything about Sky or his past or his demons. Pai has a crush and his life so far, silver spoon and all, has taught him that he will eventually get what he wants.

Also, Pai is sooo much more adept than people give him credit for. After he properly starts pursuing (hate that word) Sky, he starts testing boundaries. He looks for reactions. He understands that Sky's words seldom match his actual feelings. I even think he took that first night into account as well with the "take whatever you want". Pai is not dumb.

This is especially clear with episode 10 out now, because one, Pai now understands that Sky is more than just 'playing hard to get'. He sees that Sky is scared, maybe he's not sure of what exactly but Pai knows. And you see him more careful than ever with what boundaries he crosses.

After their date, he grabs a chair, sits close to him- waits. Moves in a little bit closer- waits. And then tentatively places his head on Sky's shoulder- and waits again. The kiss on the shoulder and then the comment coz a playboy's gotta playboy.

(Side note: as an architecture student i can confirm that we all do use out stuff as more than just a model making material😂. You go Sky! Represent ❤️)

And sky I feel like needs someone who understands more than just his words. Again, don't get me wrong. Verbal consent is EVERYTHING. Your no is a no. But with sky it's not a no that he says. He says (don't mind me paraphrasing) if all you want is sex look somewhere else. It doesn't matter how long you pursue I won't be interested. He doesn't say no don't flirt with me. And though he's not ready to maybe start leaning on Pai fully yet, he is starting to more or less appreciate his presence. The small ways in which it is comforting. He maybe even likes it now (if any of those smiles mean anything).

Pai is sooo careful of the lines that sky draws. He sees those lines and he wants to see how much of it he's allowed to test. He sees those lines and he respects them. No, a promise to a friend('s boyfriend) is not the best reason to not kiss somone unconscious, you just need to be a decent human. But i will go back to saying that the day(s?) He spent taking care of Sky, he understands the reasons for those lines better and he understands why him being a playboy might be a trigger.

In conclusion, is this just me being whipped for fort and hence trying to project a positive light on Pai- maaaybbeee. But do I still think I'm right. Also yes. Very long rant over. Byeeee

#love in the air #thai bl #lita the series #sky x prapai #love in the air spoilers #lita spoilers #sky #prapai lita #prapai love in the air #sky love in the air #i have so much more to say but i already feel like this post is too much 😂 #anyone who wants to have a full blown rant pleasseeeeeee lets talk #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn

[ssozo]

If ur taking prompts 4 with Jack (that mistletoe one) very fitting for that CEO you know he'd hang some

"hey. hey pumpkin. look at me."

silence.

"what if there was an assassin behind me and you never saw because your back is turned? huh?"

eddie rolled his eyes and did not turn to jack.

"not going to happen, you're closer to a wall than i am and i have full field of vision of any and all entrances to this room."

this was the sort of game they played, where jack would try to catch eddie slacking at work, usually by cheating and distracting the man. 

eddie could practically hear jack's pout, but he stood stock still with a hand posed over his gun for quick draw. 

jack yawned, the bastard, a long and dramatic yawn, because he knew that eddie had a tendency to copy the sound without realizing. 

"did you hear? they wrote gullible on the ceiling. when we went to lunch. i got a loader to do it. coz, y'know. hah."

the minutes ticked by, agonizingly slow, jack continuing to try and grab eddie's attention by any means he could think of that is, until- finally. he watched the analog clock finally switch from 6:59 to 7:00- his shift was officially over and whatever happened to jack from that point was no longer contractually his responsibility. 

it seems jack was also watching the time, because no sooner had eddie turned that jack was right there, holding something high above his head.

"what the fuck is that?" eddie questioned.

"what, never seen mistletoe before? you kiss whoever else is underneath it with you, duh."

"well. it's a good thing i'm off the clock," is all eddie said before he seized the front of jack's coat and pulled him into a kiss.

#si: eddie #ship: jacks off #anonymous #ozo mumbles #drabblecember #ozo writes

[ask-the-anomalous-linguist]

They’d been meaning—and wanting—to do something like this for a while, but before last night, as they were trying, and failing, to fall asleep, they could never figure out how.

But now they knew.

The footage cut in, a bit hazy, as if the camera had just been cleaned. The video showed Ash sitting, criss-cross, on the top of the barn, early in the morning.

They looked fidgety and tired, with a pallid complexion and dark circles under their green eyes. They were a little flushed, their lips chewed and red and raw.

“This is”—Ash swallowed and cleared their throat—“the seventh time I’ve tried to do this, and it keeps not coming out the way I want it to, so I’ll just cut to the chase. Three, Ten, Meddler, Ellie, Abel... I’m sorry.” Their tone was sincere.

They fidgeted with their blonde hair. “I’ve been sorry for a long time – for picking fights and lashing out and using it all as some messed-up coping mechanism, treating you as the—as the ‘safe options’… I just never knew how to go about trying to fix things. So, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t expect everyone seeing this to accept my apology, or to take it seriously,” said Ash. They let out a slow breath; “And honestly, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t eith—”

They saw something off to the side and down on the ground, and distant, vaguely indignant shouting could barely be made out. Ash laughed, loudly, happily, and sincerely; it seemed like they’d needed it.

“Nah, I stole your shirt,” they called to someone off-camera in a teasing voice. With every word, their accent grew stronger; it was clear that they had been suppressing it a bit for the sake of seriousness and clarity. “There’s a difference.”

They continued, sounding amused; “Yeah, yeah— I-I’m in the middle of somethin’ here; I promise, ye can throw me in the pond in a minute. Let me finish this up, okay? …Yes, I’ll make the lunch today, too, you goof. Fine, and the supper. …Yeah, no, I draw the line at laundry. …Just because I stole yer shirt, doesn’t mean it’s my responsibility. Now feck off, will ye?”

They chuckled weakly with a slight shake of the head, and with a small double-take, Ash remembered that their phone was still recording, but this was the best take so far; they weren’t about to start over again. They blushed and cleared their throat.

Ash cleared their throat again and looked back into the camera. “U-uh, the point is,” they said, “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been in the wrong, and I want to try to make up for it if I can. …Wha—? Oh my God—” Ash couldn’t keep from smiling as they looked to the side again.

“No, I’m not apologizin’ to you,” they called. “…’Coz yer shirt’s comfy and warm and good for the bad gender feelin’s, ye whiney bastard. My shirt now. …Mm, nope. Mine.”

Ash, feeling a bit better and more like themself, turned back to their phone and grinned sheepishly and apologetically, showing the slight gap between their two front teeth, before messing with their phone for a minute. Finally, the feed went black.

#ash.txt #[ooc: guess who got emotional over fictional angst again while writing this /lh /hj-] #[ooc: -at least until I added the lighter-hearted parts. then I felt better.] #[ooc: on a related note – I hope it’s okay to bring in a mikell pseudo-cameo spooky; I wanted to add a comedic element to this and-] #[ooc: -I thought a silly one-sided argument about stealing mikell’s shirts was funny.] #drabble

[portals-to-a-new-world]

Ignorance is Bliss (Parts 1&2)

(gif credit to @urban-trek-thru-middle-earth)

Who?: Billy Butcher x Reader

What?: Y/n discovers that Butcher sleeps in the nude

Word Count: 1820

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT 18+!!!, Language (as I mentioned in the original, if you watch the boys you know the man has a mouth fouler than the pits of hell itself), ONCE AGAIN SMUT

A/N: Hey yall! Sorry it’s been taking me so long to get stuff out but work has been kicking my ass. Anyway, if you didn’t see the original post, this was inspired by a post I saw reminding the world that Butcher sleeps a la naked. Thank you very much to @bakerstreethound for everything she does 💜💜💜

You were tired. 8 hours on the road, chasing down a lead that turned out to be yet another dead end, and you just wanted a hot shower and sleep. Preferably in that order. You sighed in relief as you pulled into the cheap Motel the boys had been staying at. At least it didn’t look as seedy as the last place you’d stayed in. Ever since Vought caught onto the plan to bring them down, you’d been staying at a different location each week to keep them off of your scent. You grabbed the bag you kept packed from the backseat and headed towards your room. It took you a few moments of fumbling around in the bag before you pulled out the key card and swiped it through the reader. Your brow furrowed as nothing happened. You tried it one more time before you remembered that Butcher gave you the spare card to his room, just in case. You groaned and felt around your bag until you found the right card, breathing out a sigh as it worked. You didn’t bother turning the lights on until you reached the bathroom, wanting to shower and fall into bed as quickly as possible. Another groan escaped you as you began to strip down, muscles stiff from driving all day. As you reached out to turn on the shower, a voice sounded out behind you.

“Don’t let me stop you, luv, coz this is a great fucking view,” You screamed and dove for a towel as the deep voice that could only belong to Butcher continued. “But what the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I-” The words fell dead at the sight that greeted you when you looked up. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, smirk out in full force as you were confronted with the knowledge that Billy Butcher, hunter of superheroes and badass vigilante, apparently sleeps in the nude. Your eyes trailed down his chest, following the lines of muscles, man those shirts he wore hid just how cut he was, to the sheet draped across his lap. You swallowed hard, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself before you continued. “I guess I mixed up the room numbers. It’s really been one of those days.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. Of course, this would happen. Almost get your cover blown by an ex who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Check. Waste an entire day on some bullshit conspiracy theorist pretending to have evidence about Compound V? Check. Walk in on the man who’d been invading your dreams ever since you first met? Bonus, he’s naked!

“I take it the lead was a crock o’ shite, then?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is the understatement of the fucking century,” You said, moving to sit down before you remembered you were clad in only a towel. The thought of having to change back into clothes and go all the way back to your actual room almost had you in tears. “Do you uh- do you mind if I borrow your shower? I’d use mine, but I don’t think I’ll make it that far without my back seizing up.”

“Sure, one condition tho,” He said, cocking his head to one side before standing to his feet. Your breath caught in your throat as you fought to keep your eyes locked on his. You stepped back with each step he took closer until he had you backed against the counter.

“What’s that?” You managed to choke out.

“You let me join ya, and make up for sendin’ ya on that wild goose chase,” His words sent heat flaring straight through your core, and you nearly moaned when his hand began to toy with the skin just beneath the edge of your towel. “Can’t promise you’ll be any less sore after tho.”

“Butcher-” Your words were once again cut off with a gasp, this time by him grinding his hips against you. Your towel did nothing to conceal just how thick and hard he was, and you could only hope it hid just how embarrassingly wet you were. You shook your head to try and clear your thoughts. “Where’s this coming from?”

“Oh, c’mon now luv. We’ve been dancing ‘round each other for fuckin ages now,” He leaned in closer as he spoke. You shook your head slowly as his lips drew nearer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t-”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you. Fuckin diabolical,” His hand came up to grip your jaw, not quite low enough to choke you but enough to make you inhale sharply. “Like you wanna fuckin eat me alive.” By then, his lips were ghosting yours, sending shivers down your spine. Fuck it

“You gonna let me? Eat you alive?” You asked. His resulting smirk gave you the only answer you needed before your lips slammed together hungrily. Butcher wasted no time in yanking the towel from your form. His hands immediately found your breasts, palming and kneading the soft flesh as you gasped against his lips. He took full advantage of the opening to dominate your tongue with his own, not that you didn’t put up a fight in the process. Like everything with Butcher, the kiss was rough and intense. He nearly had you in a puddle at his feet, and he’d barely gotten started. The thought sparked a new wave of defiance in you, and you thrust your hands into his surprisingly soft hair and tugged sharply as you bit at his lip. He growled in response, and his hand came down harshly on your ass. “Ow! You bastard-” Your scolding was cut off, though, as his fingers dipped between your legs. He hummed in satisfaction at the slickness he found, his trademark smirk once again gracing his lips.

“Call me a bastard all you want; you’re still soaking wet for me.” He didn’t give you a chance to snark back, thrusting two fingers deep inside you as he began to nip and suck down your neck. Your arm wrapped around his shoulder for support as your legs threatened to give out. He caught on and wrapped an arm around your waist as his other hand began to pick up its pace. His thumb moved to stroke your clit right as he curled his fingers perfectly, and you moaned his name loudly. “See now that’s what I want to hear.” You groaned and threw your head back.

“Oh, fuck off,” You said. Suddenly his hands were gone, and you whined at the loss of contact as he backed away. “Butcher?”

“You told me to fuck off.” He said with a shrug before lifting his hand and popping his fingers in his mouth. He grinned and turned to walk into the bathroom as you stammered.

“Damn it, Butcher, you know that’s not what I meant!” You stomped into the bathroom after him, but he continued to ignore you as he stepped into the shower.

“Fuckin’ hell, why’s the water so fuckin hot?” You rolled your eyes and stepped in after him, faltering slightly at the sight of him dripping wet before you. He might be psychotic, but damn if the man wasn’t good looking. “There you go again with that look,” He said, drawing your eyes back to his. This time his smirk was paired with almost predatory eyes, dark and hungering as he stalked towards you in the small space. You licked your lips and shrugged. You started to reply, but you never got the chance before he was lifting you up and pinning you against the wall. You squealed and latched onto him, ignoring his amused chuckles. “’ Fraid I’m gonna drop you?” He murmured against the skin beneath your ear. You shuddered slightly at the sensation before you responded.

“Nah, just making sure you can’t walk away from me again.” He laughed, a genuine laugh that made your heart skip a beat, before moving to bury himself to the hilt within you. You both moaned at the feeling, and he paused for a moment, both to savor it and give you time to adjust to his size. He pulled back from your neck to look you in the eyes as he started to move in slow, deep, thrusts that had you biting your lip in an effort to keep quiet. His gaze was powerful and intoxicating, drawing you in like an invisible magnet. Every wave of pleasure that crossed his face added to your own, and you finally had to break away and bury your face in his neck as he pounded straight through you. You were dancing along the brink of your climax, but you still needed more. “Butcher I-” He seemed to know exactly what you were asking before you could ask.

“I’ve gotcha, luv.” He slipped out of you and set you on your feet before spinning you around. “Fuck me, what an ass, this is.” He said offhandedly as he bent you forward slightly before sliding back in. You groaned and fell forward to brace yourself against the wall as this new angle brushed against all new spots inside of you. His hands moved back up to your throat, putting enough pressure to force you to arch your back, and down to rub harshly at your clit as he knocked you up the wall. “You gonna fucking come for me?” He growled in your ear as your moans echoed around the small bathroom. “Hmm? Gonna come all over this fuckin cock like a good girl?” His words were the final shove you needed before you were falling over the edge with a shout of his name. “Fuckin hell, (Y/N/N)” He groaned as he pulled out and came all over your back. You both stood there for a while, just catching your breath before he reached around and grabbed a washcloth to wipe you clean. At your raised eyebrow, he paused and shrugged in question. “Wot? I’m not a complete asshole.” You huffed out a laugh and gave him a pat on the chest.

“Never said you were.” He gave you a skeptical look before pulling you back underneath the spray.

“C’mon. Let’s get clean before the hot water runs out. Then we can discuss your sleeping arrangements.” He said. Once again, you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“My sleeping arrangements? What about them?” He reached around you to grab the soap before replying.

“Well, figured you since you didn’t want to go back to your room, you could sleep here, but it’s gonna cost you.” Mischief danced in his eyes, and you couldn’t stop the smirk on your lips.

“I’m sure I’ll think of some way to repay you.” You said as he grinned.

“Atta fucking girl.”

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#billy butcher x reader #smut

[iwach4n]

ok i crashed bc i havent slept in a hot minute buT punk yamaguchi lets geddit- SO HE WEARS RINGS RIGHT?!? AND HIS HANDS ARE SEXY AS FUCK,, SO yall are at a cafe or smth WITH THE REST OF THE SQUAD™ and he puts his hand on ur thigh and you try not to show it but god damn u are HORNY™ ,, and he notices bc how can he not with u squriming and rubbing your thighs together and he smiRKS and tEASES THE SHIT OUT OF YOU ,, AND U CANT DO ANTH except wHimper and takE IT BC ur his good girl 😌😌 - 🧿

i would say make sure you get more sleep but i took ages to answer this because i crashed too so that would be a teensie bit hypocritical. also i get so carried away with punk yams. like i just keep writing.

but like,,, he knows you have a thing for his hands. and even though he's not a sadist, coz this is still yamaguchi we're talking about, he is a bit of a tease, because he finds all your reactions just so cute and funny

imagine, the original karasuno nationals team meet up for lunch to catch up. all 12 players and both managers are there, and yamaguchi wanted to bring you along, and everyone was fine with it because they wanted to meet his s/o. its your first time meeting any of them apart from those who are still on the team in yams's year, so this really was a bad day to get unreasonably horny.

you're trying to answer nishinoya's questions and pay attention to the stories daichi is telling, but its so damn hard when his hands are right there, fingers absently drumming on the table when you'd much rather have them inside you, or pinching your nipple, or around your neck or in your mouth or literally anywhere that would ease your excitement. and it really didn't help that those rings not only made his hands look even better, they also kept drawing your attention.

yamaguchi notices the way you keep glancing at his hand. at first, he slips it in yours, thinking you want to hold hands but are shy in front of the team (he may be punk but he's still a sweetheart change my mind). he figures out what's going on when he notices your glances continue and the way you rub your legs together and wet your lips with a blush. and, well, what sort of boyfriend would he be if he left you wanting?

so he slips his hand under the table and towards you, lightly squeezing your thigh before going straight to where you need his attention. he hooks his finger into your underwear so that the cool metal of one of his rings is pressed right against your clit.

and then the bastard leaves it there.

he has to hold back a chuckle as he watches you squirm, the line between being subtle and getting off very fine and one you keep stumbling over. but then you look at him Like That - all blushy and desperate and silently begging - and god, he really can't resist you.

so he slips and finger inside and starts a decent pace - its relief, but you're not going to cum anytime soon, which is maybe better, considering how many people are here.

all hopes of keeping this a secret fly out of the window when tanaka, who was sitting across from you, drops a fork and goes under the table to get it. and yamaguchi doesn't stop. in fact, he slips another finger inside, making you whimper. and you know tanaka sees, because when he comes back up, he gives the two of you a look that you can't place between shocked, embarrassed and impressed.

and when you get home, he'll keep talking about it while he gives you orgasm after orgasm - about how you got so wet and horny just from looking at his hands, how tanaka was lucky to get such a great view, how you're so perfect and good for him for letting him do that where people might see

(official thirst night closed now but like. you know what my inbox is always open to go mad over punk yams)

#chat with glitter #glitter's thirst nights #glitter's darlings #🧿 anon #punk yamaguchi

[chobit92]

Home: Jacob Seed/OC Chapter 12

I did do some research into sniper rifles and found out that Jacob's rifle is based on an anti-material rifle. However I decided to keep the fictional 'MBP.50' as I could not decide what 'real world' rifle to give Jacob. This is a video game fanfic so I guess it doesn't matter much.

Enjoy the next chapter!

 Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, self harm

 (Mara wakes up. At first she isn’t sure what woke her. Then she hears it. Someone’s knocking on the door. She freezes then slowly gets up. They bang on the door again, louder this time. She feels around for the battery pack for the fairy lights. She finds it and pushes the small switch. The room is illuminated with the glow from the fairy lights strewn around. She stares at the door. She wonders if it’s more of those militia people. They bang on the door again.). Mara: Who is it? Jacob: Jacob. (She lets out a small gasp and her heart skips a beat. Jacob. Her mouth drops open slightly. He came over. He actually came over.). Jacob: You gonna let me in or do I have to kick the door in? Mara: Just a minute. I just need to put some clothes on. (He doesn’t answer. She rummages in her holdall and pulls out a black silk dressing gown. Another gift from Bonnie. It matches the nightie. She slips it on and does it up. She goes to the door and slowly opens it. Jacob stares at her. Her long blonde hair framing her face, her tired eyes and black silk gown. He blinks several times then clears his throat.). Jacob: Did I wake you up? Mara: Yeah. I didn’t think you were actually gonna come over. (She giggles. His hair is slightly wet from the rain. She steps back.). Mara: Come in.

(He enters the trailer closing the door behind him. He glances around the room, his eyes flicking up to the fairy lights littering the ceiling. She goes to the counter and pours herself another whiskey.). Mara: Can I get you a drink? Jacob: Why not? (His eyes flit to the pot noodles lined up on the side along with the bag of sandwiches. The radio lying on the side and the stack of drawings on the table along with a black a4 pad. She grabs a beaker and pours him a drink. She hands it to him.). Jacob: Thanks. Mara: How are you doing? Jacob: Fine. Mara: Good. Jacob: Were you worried? (He smirks.). Mara: Yes. (He stares at her. She takes a swig of whiskey.). Jacob: You got my tags? Mara: Yeah. (She opens the drawer next to the sink and takes out his dog tags. She holds them out to him and he takes them. His hands are warm and rough. He slips the tags around his neck. She reaches out and takes hold of the silver wolfs head holding the rabbits foot. He stares down at her.). Mara: I like this. It’s cool. Jacob: Hm. (Just then there is another knock at the door. Mara frowns.). Mara: Who is it? Terry: It’s Terry. Open up. Mara: What do you want? Terry: Can I come in? Mara: What do you want? Terry: Your sister wanted me to check on you. She’s been trying to reach you all day but you ain’t answered. (Mara sighs angrily. She then goes to the door and flings it open nearly knocking Terry backwards down the steps.). Terry: Whoa! Careful. (Terry enters the trailer and blinks several times when he sees Jacob standing there with a drink.). Terry: I thought I saw your truck outside. Alright? Jacob: Fine. How is everything over there? Terry: Fine. (Terry closes the door. Mara picks up her whiskey and takes a swig. She then takes out a cigarette and lights it leaning against the counter.). Terry: Your sister contacted me, she sounded upset, she said you’d had a disagreement the other day. Mara: Yeah we did. And? Terry: Well you haven’t answered her on the radio. So she’s coming over tomorrow with the Father. (Mara sighs.). Mara: What time? Terry: She didn’t say. Mara: Helpful. Terry: So what was the disagreement about? Mara: She drugged me. Terry: Ah...She used the Bliss on yah. Mara: Yeah. Terry: She said that you’d walked the path. She said the Father was impressed. Mara: Was he? I suppose it is kind of impressive to be able to follow a path while doped up on a load of shit. (Terry laughs.). Terry: Well I just thought I’d let yah know. Mara: Right. Thanks. Terry: You look nice by the way. Mara: You what? Terry: You look nice. I wouldn’t even know you were homeless. Mara: Thanks. (Mara doesn’t seem too sure. She finishes her cigarette and stubs it out in the sink.). Terry: I’d better get back. I’ll see yah guys later. Mara: See yah. (Terry turns to Jacob and mouths the words ‘You lucky bastard’. Then he leaves closing the door behind him. Jacob finds himself chuckling.). Mara: What’s funny? Jacob: Nothing. I think Terry has a crush on you. Mara: Don’t be daft. (Mara holds out the fag packet.). Mara: Do you want a cigarette? (Jacob takes a cigarette out and she hands him her lighter. He lights it up and takes a drag. Mara pours herself some more whiskey.). Mara: Do you want a top up? (She holds out the whiskey bottle. He raises an eyebrow.). Jacob: You tryna get me drunk? (She giggles.). Mara: No. But I am. (He holds out his cup and she pours him some more whiskey.). Mara: So Terry has a crush on me? Jacob: You must have noticed. Mara: Well...I dunno. He just seems friendly. Has he said anything? Jacob: About you? Mara: Yeah. Jacob: Not to me. His brother Jason said he hasn’t shut up about you since you arrived. And it’s clear to me he has a thing for you. Mara: Oh. Jacob: Why? Mara: No reason. It’s just no one has ever had a crush on me before. (He raises an eyebrow.). Jacob: I don’t believe that. Mara: Well it’s the truth. Jacob: What about this Alex? (Mara looks sad again. Jacob frowns.). Mara: I guess I liked him. He was nice. Bonnie was nice. She worked at this little diner. I was sleeping in the alley outside. She walked past every day. Then one day she came over to me with a cup of coffee and a hamburger. (Mara smiles.). Mara: We started talking and it became a regular thing. She would spend her lunch break in the alley with me. Then one night she invited me back to her place. So I went back with her. I met Alex and she let me stay. She became like a mom to me. I wish my sister could have met her. She’d have liked her. Alex was like a brother. But...After a while I dunno...I’d never liked someone before. He joined the army and he was away a lot. He came back for two weeks and... (She shrugs.). Mara: I dunno I thought he liked me. He invited me out for a drink so I went. He gave me the impression he was interested. But then the next day he showed up at the house with a girl. I’d seen her before a few times. Bonnie told me she was his girlfriend. That they’d been together for over a year. I was confused. Later I spoke to Alex about it and I asked him why he took me for a drink if he had a girlfriend and he laughed and said that it was just ‘fun’. Then he was like ‘Awww you thought I fancied you?’ Then he was laughing again. So...That’s what I am. Just ‘fun’. The joke. That’s me. I wondered for a while why he didn’t want me. I thought it was because of...My back. I don’t really see a guy being interested after they see that eh? Jacob: It doesn’t look that bad. Look at me. (She frowns at him.). Mara: What are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong with you. Jacob: You think so? Mara: Is that what you think Jacob? That you’re ugly? Coz you’re not. I bet you’ve got girls after you all the time. (He laughs.). Jacob: No. I don’t. Mara: Now I don’t believe that. Jacob: Well it’s the truth. Mara: Ah you’ll meet someone you’ll see. (She takes a sip of whiskey.). Mara: That’s what Bonnie would always tell me. (She shrugs.). Jacob: I don’t want to meet anyone. I have a job to do. That’s my only focus. Mara: Training people to be soldiers? (He is silent for a moment. He takes a sip of whiskey.). Jacob: Yeah. Preparing them for the coming collapse. Mara: Don’t you get tired? Jacob: Of what? Mara: Being a soldier. Jacob: It’s just who I am. Mara: But there’s always gonna be another war to fight. Humans are good at picking fights with each other. They’ll pick a fight over pretty much anything these days. Your job will never be done. (He stares at her.). Jacob: Hm. It gives me purpose. Mara: Well there’s more to life than fighting. Fighting gets old fast. (She downs the whiskey and pours herself another.). Jacob: You wanna go easy on that. Mara: You telling me what to do now? I thought we had this conversation already. Jacob: Did we? (She giggles.). Mara: I’m sure we did. (He puts the cigarette butt in the sink. He is now right in front of her. She can smell him. Sweat, dirt and pine needles.). Mara: You smell of pine needles. (He looks down at her frowning. She looks up at him and smiles.). Mara: It kinda suits you. (There is silence. She goes and sits down at the table. He sits down next to her. She stares at him.). Jacob: What? Mara: Nothing. I was just admiring you. (He raises his eyebrow. She giggles.). Mara: You look funny when you do that. Like The Rock. You know the wrestler? (He grunts and shakes his head.). Jacob: Wrestling is fake. Mara: I know. They don’t even really hit each other. Jacob: They probably wouldn’t last five minutes in a real fight. Mara: Probably not. But then I can’t talk I probably wouldn’t last five minutes either. (She laughs. He chuckles.). Jacob: You seem to have done okay so far. Mara: Sheer dumb luck I think. It’s probably due to that militia’s lack of skills rather than me having skills. (He chuckles then takes a sip of whiskey.). Jacob: So are you one of us now? Mara: I don’t know what I am. (She laughs.). Jacob: Faith had you walk the path? Mara: Yeah that’s what she called it. I wasn’t happy that she drugged me. We had an argument afterwards. Joseph was there. He tried to calm me down but I told him to sod off. Then I stormed off. So...I dunno. Jacob: Hm. She’s your sister. Mara: I know. And I love her to bits. But she drugged me. It kinda feels like a betrayal you know? Like I can’t believe my own sister drugged me. She knows how I feel about drugs. I fucking hate them. All they do is ruin people. But she’ll come round tomorrow and we’ll probably be hugging and laughing like it never happened. Coz like you said she’s my sister and I love her to bits. I hate that we’ve argued already. I haven’t seen her in eleven years. We’ve both changed so much. (She sips her whiskey then leans forward resting her arms on the table. Her dressing gown falls off her shoulder. Jacob can see the silk nightie, her breast spilling out of it. He stares at her and his cock twitches. Damnit! What is this girl doing to him? She sips some more whiskey.). Mara: I still can’t believe you came over. Jacob: I wanted my tags back. (Mara is silent for a moment, she looks down at the table.). Mara: Is that really all you came over here for? Jacob: What other reason would there be? (She feels her cheeks heating up. Stop talking girl. You are being ridiculous.). Mara: I don’t know. (She shrugs. She downs the rest of the whiskey and gets up pouring herself some more. She then lights up another cigarette.). Mara: More whiskey? Cigarette? (He raises an eyebrow.). Jacob: I’m starting to think you do want to get me drunk. Mara: No. I was only asking. Sod yah then. Jacob: You’ve only just had a cigarette. Mara: I know. I smoke like a chimney when I drink. (She takes a drag of the cigarette and stands there staring into space. He downs the rest of his whiskey and gets up. He then picks up the whiskey bottle and pours himself another drink.). Mara: Changed your mind huh? Jacob: Yeah. You gonna stop me? (She laughs.). Mara: What is this obsession with me stopping you from doing something? Ah do you want to fight me handsome? (She smiles at him. He stares at her. Then he puts his cup down and walks over to her. He stands right in front of her backing her into the sink. He places his hands either side of her on the counter and looks down at her. She looks up at him and smiles.). Jacob: Aren’t you afraid? Mara: Of what? Jacob: Me. Mara: Do you want me to be afraid of you? Coz I already told your brother that I don’t do scared. Jacob: Is that right? Mara: There’s no point being scared. It’s not gonna change anything. If I was afraid of you do you really think I would have invited you over? Poured you a drink? Jacob: Hm. Mara: I’ve heard from a lot of people that you are a scary guy. That I should stay away from you and your family. Jacob: Hm. Mara: There’s several problems with that though. One, my sister is now a part of your family so it seems I can’t really stay away from you guys. Also you guys seem to be everywhere so avoiding you all entirely would be a hard task. And thirdly... (She bites her lip. Stop talking now girl.). Jacob: Thirdly? Mara: Nothing. There isn’t really a thirdly. (She smiles.). Mara: Anyway you might be a scary guy but nobody is just one thing. I bet you can be a real gent when you want to be. (He chuckles.). Jacob: Is that what you think? Mara: I think... (She looks up at him. He stares down at her with those gorgeous blue eyes of his.). Mara: I think you look kind and mean at the same time. It’s...Intriguing. (He frowns.). Jacob: How can someone look kind and mean at the same time? (She giggles.). Mara: I don’t know. But you do. Jacob: So...That’s what you see when you look at me? (She takes a drag of her cigarette.). Mara: Yep. Jacob: Anything else? Mara: Ah your intrigued. Jacob: Hm, a little. Mara: Okay. (She stares at him.). Mara: I see a man who has seen too much and done too much. I see a man who would do anything for his little brothers. You probably hate hip hop music. I bet your good with cars too. You might not be a tattoo artist like your baby brother but you share his skill of being able to fly planes which of course is the most obvious one seeing as it basically advertises that on your jacket. You don’t smoke all the time, you just have the occasional one now and again. I’m betting you tried to give up years ago. You don’t seem to be used to being touched in an affectionate manner except by your brother Joseph who likes to press his forehead against yours and I’m also thinking he does that because you and John don’t like hugs. So he does that instead. How have I done? (He is staring at her with raised eyebrows.). Jacob: Not bad. Mara: Hm. Jacob: What makes you think John doesn’t like hugs? Mara: I hugged him and he got all awkward and...I dunno he seemed really uncomfortable. He did hug me back though. Jacob: Hm. Mara: I like hugs. Jacob: Do you? Mara: Yeah. It’s nice. You know...Never mind. (She stubs her fag out in the sink. Then she frowns and look up at him.). Mara: This is bugging me. (She suddenly reaches up and takes hold of his collar. He tenses up and raises his hand as if he is going to grab her wrist but he stops as he realises that she is adjusting his collar which has come up on one side. She neatly folds it back down, her fingers brushing his neck and beard. She smiles.). Mara: There we go. Do you always wear this jacket? Jacob: Pretty much. Mara: Hm. I like it. It suits you. (She pours herself some more whiskey and sits back down. He takes one of her cigarettes and lights it.). Mara: Nicking my fags now eh? Jacob: I believe you offered me one. (She giggles.). Mara: You gonna sit down or are you gonna loom there all night? (He picks up his whiskey and sits back down next to her at the table. She crosses her legs and turns to him. She looks at his red rifle which he has propped up against the wall near the door.). Mara: I like that rifle. It’s cool. Jacob: Hm. You still got those rifles you took from them militia members? Mara: Yeah. I haven’t had the chance to shoot ‘em yet though. They’re nowhere near as cool as yours though. MBP. 50. It's an anti-material rifle. (He stops mid sip and his eyes flick to hers.). Jacob: Uh huh. Mara: 50.BMG with five round mag. Jacob: You know guns? Mara: Not really. Jacob: Then how... Mara: I asked Terry what it was so I could impress you with my knowledge. (She smiles. He chuckles and shakes his head. She giggles.). Mara: So...Did it work? Are you impressed? Jacob: Nope. (Mara sighs.). Mara: Well damn. That was an epic fail huh? Jacob: Yep. You shouldn’t have admitted that you asked Terry. Mara: I see no point in lying. (She shrugs. She drinks some more whiskey. He finishes the cigarette and gets up putting the butt in the sink.). Mara: John says you have your own plane too. Jacob: Yeah. Mara: He says it’s red. Jacob: It is. Mara: Awesome. I kinda feel left out now. Everyone seems to have their own planes. (She giggles.). Jacob: You know how to fly? Mara: I can’t fly no. I ain’t got no wings. (He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.). Mara: It was a joke. You were meant to laugh. Jacob: Um. (He sits back down and takes a sip of whiskey. She takes another sip. She looks at him and finds her eyes travelling down to his crotch. Damn girl what the hell are you doing? She doesn’t know what to do. What to say. All she knows is that she very attracted to this man. She wants this man. She thinks back to the dream she had two nights ago. She was in bed with him and he was kissing her...Caressing her...Fucking her. She’s never had a dream like that. She woke up with damp knickers. She hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that dream. His hands all over her...In her hair...His thumbs rubbing her nipples. Him kissing her and...Fucking her. She suddenly gets a funny feeling in her stomach and in between her legs. She also realises that her breathing has suddenly deepened. Fuck. The hell is wrong with me? She barely knows the guy and from what she’s heard he’s a sadistic asshole. She shouldn’t have even let him in. But she wants him here. Maybe she should just ask him if he fancies her. He probably doesn’t though. He only came here to get his dog tags back. She knows that Franky could charm the leaves off of trees. Franky never had a problem with getting someone into bed. But Mara doesn’t know the first thing about seduction. What does she do? What does she say? Does she try to kiss him? No. No. She can’t. Maybe she should touch him. She bites her lip as she thinks about placing her hand on his thick thigh. What the hell am I doing? She can’t believe she is even thinking about any of this. It must be the whiskey. She’s only just met this guy she shouldn’t be thinking about jumping into bed with him already. But she wants to. She is sick of being the silly little virgin. She suddenly has an idea and she smiles to herself. She doubts it will work but there’s no harm in trying is there? She notices his eyes flicking to her chest. Is he looking at my breasts? She sighs. Of course. She’s the girl with the big boobs. Men always stare at her chest. But she hasn’t noticed Jacob looking there before. Maybe he does fancy her. But he’ll probably only want a one night thing wouldn’t he? He doesn’t exactly seem like the relationship type. She doesn’t want to be used for sex. She wants someone to give a damn.). Jacob: You’ve gone quiet. Mara: Huh? Yeah. I don’t really know what to talk about. (She decides to go with her idea. What’s the worst that could happen? She downs the rest of the whiskey and gets up. She pretends to be drunk and leans one hand on the table. She pretends to stumble and she falls into him. He spills some of his whiskey. She grabs a fistful of his jacket as she steadies herself and giggles. Her breasts are right in his face.). Mara: Sorry! (She starts laughing. She ruffles his hair and picks up her glass going back to the counter. Jacob sits there staring at the table. He downs the rest of the whiskey and gets up. He turns and freezes. Mara is standing there rummaging through the carrier bag on the side. She has undone the dressing gown. He stares at her breasts spilling out of the tiny black nightie. His cock twitches. She looks up at him and smiles.). Mara: Do you want a sandwich? Jacob: No. Mara: Oh. Okay. (She pours some more whiskey.). Jacob: I think you’ve had enough. Mara: Nope. Not yet. Do you want another drink? Jacob: I need to be getting back. I have work to do. Mara: Meh. Work. Have some fun once in a while. You are allowed you know? Jacob: Hm. (She sits on the kitchen counter which creaks loudly as she gets on it. She giggles.). Mara: I’ll probably fall through this now with my fat arse. (He raises his eyebrows.). Jacob: Your not fat. Mara: I fucking am. Look at me. My hips are wider than the fucking Nile. My ass is like that Kardashian creature. My thighs are so chunky it’s horrendous. Fat boobs that do nothing but kill my fucking back. You know who said big boobs were a good thing? A fucking man that’s who. (He chuckles.). Mara: What? I bet it was! Alright for them they don’t have to lug ‘em around. I move even slightly the wrong way I fall forwards on me face. The weight of ‘em just pulls me over. I swear if I run out of food up here I can cut one of these off and eat for a week. (Jacob bursts out laughing. He walks over and pours himself some more whiskey. She pokes him with her foot. He grabs her ankle and she giggles.). Jacob: I think someone has had too much whiskey. Mara: No. I haven’t had enough. Everything still feels like shit so... (She shrugs. He stares at her. Sitting on the counter like she is he can see her knickers. His eyes rake her body. She giggles.). Mara: Are you looking at my boobies? Jacob: It’s hard not to seeing as they’re almost smacking me in the face. (She laughs.). Mara: It’s not my fault. They fall out of whatever I wear. Jacob: Hm. Mara: I hate them. (She looks down at the knife in the sheath on his thigh.). Mara: Can I see it? (He frowns.). Jacob: See what? Mara: Your knife silly. (He frowns.). Jacob: Why? Mara: Coz I like knives. As long as they’re not sticking out of me of course. (He chuckles. He then takes his knife out. She stares at it. He holds it up in front of her face. He then gently runs the blade down her collar, hovering over her breast. She takes hold of the blade and presses down. He frowns as the knife cuts her skin. She then let’s go and he pulls the knife away from her staring at her.). Mara: If you’re gonna threaten someone with a knife, may as well cut them a little. (She shrugs.). Mara: So can I hold it? (He hands it to her. She holds the knife up. She then completely surprises him by licking her blood off the blade. His mouth drops open slightly. She then rolls up the sleeve of her dressing gown and he sees the thin scars across her wrist. There are four of them. She then surprises him again by running the blade across her wrist. A red line of blood oozes from the fresh cut.). Jacob: Fuck. (He takes the knife from her and tosses it into the sink.). Jacob: What are you doing? (She looks at the floor and shrugs.). Mara: Being random. (She then notices the front of his jeans. Her mouth opens slightly at the sight of the bulge there. She holds out her glass.). Mara: You gonna pour a lady another drink? (He stares at her. Then he picks up the bottle of whiskey and pours some in her glass.). Mara: Sorry if I woke you up when I called by the way. Jacob: You didn’t. (He downs the whiskey.). Mara: You know you didn’t have to come over here right now. You could have just come tomorrow. Jacob: I could’ve. But I couldn’t sleep anyway. (He shrugs then pours himself some more whiskey. She is starting to feel light headed now. She should stop drinking. She needs to pee now too. She goes to get off the side and grabs his shoulder to steady herself.). Jacob: What are you doing? Mara: Trying to get down without falling flat on me face. (She giggles as she slides off the side. She lets go of him.). Mara/Jacob: I need to piss. (They look at each other then Mara bursts out laughing.). Mara: Ladies first. Jacob: I’m older than you. Mara: So? Ah do you have problems in the waterworks department? (He raises his eyebrows.). Jacob: No. (She giggles.). Mara: Well we can’t go together. We could race. (He chuckles.). Jacob: I’m going first. Unless your gonna stop me. (He stares at her with his arms folded. She smiles. Okay, here goes. She slips the dressing gown off letting it fall to the floor. He stares at her in the tiny silk nightie. She then slips the straps down her shoulders while lifting the hem of the nightie to expose her small black knickers. She then giggles and steps back.). Mara: You can see the rest after I’ve had a wee. (She giggles again as she turns heading to the bathroom. She turns and looks at him.). Mara: I win. (She enters the bathroom and closes the door behind her. Jacob stands there and shakes his head. She emerges from the bathroom a minute later.). Mara: That’s better. You can use the loo now. (She smiles as she walks back to the kitchen. She pours herself some more whiskey. He goes to the bathroom. Mara sighs and leans against the side. What the hell are you doing girl? She takes a sip of whiskey and goes and sits at the table. She stares at the pile of drawings. She suddenly feels stupid for trying to seduce Jacob. He ain’t gonna be interested, nobody ever is. Tears sting her eyes. He comes out of the bathroom and looks at her sat there. One of her nightie straps is still hanging off her shoulder.). Jacob: Why are you crying? (She hastily wipes her eyes and smiles up at him. She then gets up and goes to the counter putting her glass down. He follows her and picks up his glass downing the whiskey. He is gonna have a pounding head tomorrow. But he doesn’t care.). Jacob: I need to get going now. (He walks to the door. Mara follows him. His movements are slow and he sways slightly. Mara giggles.). Mara: Are you sure your okay to drive? Jacob: Fine. Mara: Come on now I don’t want you having a crash. You can stay the night if you want. (He freezes at the door.).

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