kinda obsessed with the idea of Tim weaseling his way into your life via friendship with your dad.
you're younger than him, not by a lot, but enough to get along with different people, so it's hard for him to connect with you despite his many, many attempts.
you're casually friends with Toby and you guys hang around the mansion a lot and, boy do you love to push Tim's buttons from afar. Toby will talk to you for long periods of time as you just stare over at him from across the living room. you "accidently" walk into his room when it's late at night when Toby told you to go find Nina. sometimes you walk home slowly along the open road just because you know he's following you from a distance. anything that keeps him far away and miserable while still having your fun.
so when you came home from college for the weekend to find him sitting in your dining room with your father, you were fuming because this is his way of winning. his way of closing that gap.
Tim had taken his time watching you, trying to figure you out. He knew the classes you took, what professors you didn't like, your friends, your dorm number and your home address. anything that you did, he knew about and exploited it as much as he could. so when he found your father it was like hitting gold.
your father is under the impression that Tim is working at the mechanic shop a town over. and he's so so miserable because all he does is look after his younger brother because his parents left him in his care before disappearing. and it's so so hard to make friends when you're his age and working all the time. so your father because he is a good man invites him over for dinner when his kid is in town. just something to boost moral for the work week ahead.
and he grinned when he saw you. your mouth open and eyes wide as you starred him down across the room as your father, unaware of the hostile tension, introduced you to Tim, just to have you bite your tongue and be nice to him, saying hello before stomping up the stairs to put your stuff away for the weekend.
dinner is as causal as it could be between you three. your dad did most of the talking while you just talked to him and ignored Tim and his stupid questions, trying to get to know you like you two haven't been playing tug of war with each other's limits for the past year. you help your dad with the dishes as Tim looks around your house more. he was finally under your skin and in a far more intimate part than that fake show you put on for him. in this house was the real you. baby pictures and awards given to you as you grew up. you had a father that was proud of you, something you hid from everyone at the mansion for his sake. but he knows now, he knows more and more as he walks down the halls of your house.
your father had you walk him to the door. an uncomfortable vulnerability sat in your stomach as you walked him down the hall to the front door.
"Somethin' wrong?" he finally speaks up and looks over to you with a stupid sly smile.
"i- you shouldn't be here, Tim." you hiss with that same hostility you always direct towards him.
those simple words had the peace he made for the night snap. his hand grabbed your arm and pushed you against the wall with his forearm pressed to your throat, keeping you there.
"i'm always gonna win at whatever game you set up. whatever bullshit you throw at me, i will one up you sooner or later." he whispers and keeps his eyes low but locked onto yours. "i'm gonna win, it's my fucking job to outsmart people with way more on the line than you. so how about you stop pushing me around, hmm?" he continues scolding you like a child.
your silent response clearly isn't enough for him as he takes a deep breath and pushes back his hair. "i'm not gonna be soft with you if you keep this up. i'm really trying to give you space and keep myself in check so you gotta stop" he mumbles and pushes his arm harder against your throat. "can you be good and do that one thing? or do i have to make a problem for you?" he asks lowly as he leans his head lower towards you.
“fucking fine! i’ll back off” you give in as the oxygen starts to get to your brain slower and slower.
your words are clearly the answer he was looking for so he lets you go. give you one last look over his shoulder to you in the hallway and lets himself out, like he owned the house. your father might as well hand him the keys to the place by letting Tim in. your place. your home and comfort was firmly marked with an X on it to everyone else. put a sign out front for other proxies to know, this is Tim’s house now.
i freaking lied, i forgot i had this stowed away
