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— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: You love going out and having dinner with Patrick, but not when his friends come along, they always make you feel so uncomfortable and insecure. Good thing he has his own ways of reassuring you, right?

— CONTAINS: Smut, established relationship, sex toys, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), Daddy kink, Praise kink, Degradation kink, pet names, a lot of cum, nipple play, choking, biting, slight dacryphilia, humiliation, dirty talk, Patrick being a manipulative dickhead.

— WORDS: 3.2k

— SONG REC: Babydoll x the Perfect Girl 

— A/N: This day finally came, and I finished my first writing challenge, which I started to celebrate my 200 followers! Thank you so much, guys, for standing by my side. I love you and I hope you like it!🖤

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Dorsia, just the mention of the name of that establishment was enough to make Batman frown and clench his jaw in annoyance. Nonetheless, that was the exact place you and him wanted to spend that evening, and when you finally took your seats at the best table in Dorsia, Patrick's face was like a wax statue, it was impossible to read any of his emotions.

Tim, Craig, David and their bimbos couldn’t stop rumbling even for one second and that actually annoyed Bateman, but on the other hand he used it as an opportunity to whisper filthy things right into your ear, taking advantage of the fact that no one else was paying attention due to the ruckus.

“Did my good girl do her homework while I was away?” He nuzzled against your neck, and you fidgeted on your chair uncomfortably, feeling embarrassed. “I can’t wait until we get alone.”

“I bet you do.” You reply shortly, without breaking eye contact with him.

Pleased, Patrick leaned on the chair back, his sly smile speaking for itself. Sneakily, he placed his palm on your knee to play with the hem of your cocktail dress, only to tease you and induce you to try closing your legs. With a muffled gasp, you caught his dexterous hand just at the moment everyone looked at both of you.

"So, Bateman. How was your business trip?" Craig asked with a cheeky grin. "Did you enjoy LA? I hear the chicks there are pretty hot."

The men started laughing together as if they shared the same brain cell, and you used that moment to brush Patrick's palm away, which actually made him a little upset, so he paused and coughed a little.

"McDermott, you can go to LA and see everything with your own eyes!" Patrick scoffed and took a sip of his drink. "I don't want to give any spoilers."

Sighing, you pulled yourself together as you repeated to yourself over and over again that you wouldn't let their childish behavior get under your skin. The girls — models, supposedly — looked at each other in frustration, but neither Bateman nor his colleagues seemed to care.

"God, Bateman! Now I'm intrigued!" McDermott chuckled before lighting his cigarette. 

With a mischievous smirk, Patrick hugged your shoulders when he saw a glimpse of sadness in your beautiful, big eyes, and you couldn't help but smile timidly at David's comment:

"Look at them, just two lovebirds." 

"Oh, shut up," Bateman blurted out jokingly. "Being jealous isn't a good thing." 

Van Patten rolled his eyes at Patrick's remark, but immediately lost interest when the girl next to him leaned down to his neck and whispered something.

"Patrick?" You called his name so softly that it elicited a muffled gasp from his broad chest.

"Yes, dear?" He replied, looking at you lovingly and moving even closer so that you could whisper in his ear.

"When are we going home?"

"Do you want to go?" He 'accidentally' touched your cheek with his perfectly shaped nose, making your heart skip a beat.

"No, I was just asking."

"It's not a problem, honey." Bateman leaned even closer to kiss the area behind your ear. "Besides. I'm starving."

"But we just ate." You almost squealed when he discreetly pinched your thigh under the table, his dark grin sending shivers down your spine as you glanced at him.

“You know what I mean, babydoll.” He crooned in a low voice, not giving a fuck about how attentively his coworkers were looking at both of you.

“I–” You wanted to talk back to him, but he suddenly cut you off, standing up and removing the napkin from his knees.

“Gentlemen, sorry, but we have to go.” 

“So soon? What happened, Bateman?” Craig tried to sound sassy, but when he didn’t get any attention, his face went plain.

“Don’t worry, McDermott. We will get back to our conversation one day.” Patrick winked at him and offered you a hand, expecting you to take it. When you did, he pressed a brief kiss on the back of your hand.

Tim whistled at the sight and you ignored him, but you couldn't stop Patrick from shamelessly grabbing your ass as you two were leaving.

“Have fun, Bateman. But don’t make your neighbors call the cops.” Bryce added, making everyone laugh. Frowning, you looked at Patrick, expecting him to say something that would calm his coworkers down.

“I’ll call them if you don’t return those porn videotapes I gave you last week.” Bateman crooned with a cheeky smile and after that, he led you to the exit, so you could only catch a glimpse of Timothy’s blank face before you eventually left Dorsia.

In the taxi you both remained silent. You couldn't help but feel a little offended by the way his colleagues behaved, and the thing you hated the most was that you knew that if you told Patrick about it, he would just shrug it off and say that there was nothing special about it.

"Honey?" Bateman suddenly interrupted your train of thoughts with his playful voice, as if he could read your mind. Sometimes it was even scary how perfectly he could sense your mood.

"You have terrible friends, you know that?" You replied, disregarding his flirtatious tone.

With a cocky chuckle, he wrapped his hand around your shoulder when he saw you crossing your arms defensively over your chest. 

"Well, I know they're not the greatest people..." He paused, wondering what to say to cheer you up.

"And I don't like it when you treat me like I'm one of those stupid bimbos," you finally turned to him and pushed his hand away harshly. "How many times do I have to explain this to you and—"

His tight grip on your throat made you choke for air, and you nearly shrieked at his unexpected roughness.

"I think you've forgotten who's in charge here, little girl." Patrick growled into your ear, and you thanked God that the partition in the taxi was closed. "How many times have I told you I don't like this kind of attitude?"

Closing your eyes, you whimpered from lack of oxygen and tried to say something, but he didn't even give you the chance to do it as he covered your mouth with his greedy one. Bateman reveled in all your muffled, pitiful sounds, kissing you hard while his other hand slipped under your dress to possessively get a handful of your soaked pussy. Damn it! Instead of being scared, you were so fucking aroused and that only made the whole situation worse, because after Patrick let go of you, he sneered in the most arrogant way and brought his long fingers, coated in your flavor, to his lips to taste it.

"Don't ever compare yourself to those bitches," he reminded you, fixing the hem of your dress and gently stroking your leg; his face softened as he let out a disappointed sigh. "After all, I missed you so much, (y/n). And I thought you missed me, too."

"I missed you, I really did!" You panicked a little. Patrick was such a master of manipulation, a few moments ago you had accused him and his friends of having bad manners, and now you felt guilty about making that scene.

"So why did we have this shitty conversation about my colleagues and their whores instead of talking about us?" Patrick replied in a challenging tone, his big palm was still on your knee, but this time you didn't dare to brush it away.

"Because it makes me sad!" You blurted out and looked at him, now staring at the scenery through the taxi window.

"Fine, I won't take you to dinners like these anymore." His annoyed voice echoed in your ears, and you couldn't help but feel your heart breaking at his comment. You lowered your head down and cried, barely audible, but somehow Bateman immediately noticed.

"Are you crying, (y/n)? Seriously?" 

"Patrick, maybe I should go home? I don't feel well and I don't want to disappoint you with—"

"Enough of this bullshit, okay?" He suddenly pressed you against his chest, letting you hug him around his waist. "I'm not letting you go, not now, not ever."

Where was your good mood and that sparkle that set your body on fire when you were in the restaurant? God, you hated yourself for acting like that, but his friends — those stupid yuppies — always made you sick to the stomach, but this time you really had lost your patience. And even though you calmed down now and hid your face in the crook of Patrick's neck, the tension between the two of you was still in the air, and you didn't really know what to expect when you arrived at his place.

After almost an hour, you were sitting on his big bed, completely naked and still shivering — you could still feel his touch on your most sensitive spots as Bateman had just washed you in the bathtub, rubbing and massaging you everywhere.

When you heard a soft click of the bedroom door, you raised your eyes to see him coming in, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other, his red tie loosened and some of the top buttons undone.

"How do you feel, babydoll?" Patrick asked you teasingly, shaking the glass in his hand and leaning against the door.

You swallowed hard when his super dark eyes glided over your exposed curves, and you had to hold back your rapid breathing, because you were so damn excited. " Much better, thank you."

Bateman let out a low chuckle before placing his drink on the shelf and coming a little closer to you, puffing on his cigar.

"Good," he smiled and blew a few rings of smoke. "Now show Daddy how you learned to use my gift."

His words forced the blood in your veins to curse faster, making your skin burn from the inside out. With a loud gasp, you lay on the bed, leaning on your elbows and spreading your legs wide, so he could see your succulent pussy.

As soon as you did so, Bateman clenched his chiseled jaw and almost bit down on the cigar, but he kept watching your little hand slide between your thighs, and when it reached your soaped slit, he couldn't help but growl — he'd been rock hard all this time, but now it was getting really painful.

"P-Patrick, I'm scared..." you whimpered abruptly, taking the pink silicone dildo — the one that has been laying beside you on the bed — and rubbing it along your taut lower lips to lubricate it. "It's so embarrassing."

"Oh, I know, honey. I know," he purred in his usual seductive voice, and unbuttoned his blue shirt. "But you don't have to be embarrassed. Trust me, baby, Daddy knows what's best for you."

Damn, that was too much.

Gulping and closing your eyes, you threw your head back and tried to let it go, placing the dildo at your dripping entrance, and the next second you cried out from the feeling of fullness as you pushed it deep into your womb.

"Such a good girl."

"D-Daddy!" You let out a high-pitched wail, focusing on his raspy voice as you were too embarrassed to open your eyes.

"Go on," Bateman exhaled sharply, putting the cigar in the ashtray, and then he unzipped his pants, his hot flesh literally pulsating. "You make Daddy so proud."

"Mhhm," his words made you arch your back, and you began to pump yourself with the sex toy, sensing a tight knot forming in your lower abdomen. "Pat-Patrick, please… talk to me!"

He didn't answer at first as he continued to undress, slowly stroking his engorged cock. "Ahhh, this is so fucking sweet," Patrick grunted, smearing his pre-cum around his swollen tip. "Can't do anything without my guidance, am I right, my babydoll?"

"Awww—yes," you gasped, your legs already shaking. "N-need you, Daddy! Need you so much…!"

At that moment, you didn't care about anything in the world, just the buzzing feeling in your core. There was only one person who could give you that vital release you needed so desperately, and you were more than ready to beg him if he asked you to.

"You know what," Bateman murmured as he finally undressed and joined you on the bed, and when you felt his big palm on your hip, you thought you were going to combust, but he gently stroked your cheek, soothing you a little, whispering: "Shh, my little one. Not yet."

You literally writhed on the sheets like a trapped kitten, afraid to breathe, afraid to say anything that would ruin this moment. 

"Patrick..."

"Yes, dear... I'm here," he covered your hand with his bigger one, pushing the dildo even deeper, making you scream. "That's it, that's how you do it!"

"Awww, oh my GOD!" you tried to close your legs as the friction became too intense and Bateman just snickered at your pathetic attempt to stop him, so he just grabbed your throat and yanked it a little against the bed. "D-Daddy, it hurts!"

"Oh yeah?" Patrick couldn't hide his excitement when he saw your eyes watering, but his inner beast craved more. "I really wanted to be nice to you today, but you made me change my mind."

"Ahhh!" You clawed at his hand, which was choking you hard, but this man was too strong. "I'm... I'm s-sorry! I'M SO SORRY!"

The way he shoved the dildo into your bruised cunt was so fucking brutal that for one second you blacked out as the apex of it hit your cervix pretty brutally.

When you opened your eyes and yours met his, all you could see was lust mixed with rage. Huffing, Bateman suddenly moved down to your face to nip at your lips, then suck them and lick your cheekbone as he relished having such control over you. With a devilish grin, he continued to squeeze your neck, forcing you to fuck yourself with the dildo that was now completely covered in your juices.

"Do you hear that sound?" He taunted you, hovering over you and pressing you down with his massive muscles. "You're dripping like a fucking waterfall! So don't try to pretend you're not enjoying it, slut!" 

"I'm going to explode!" Was all you could manage to scream as your whole body tensed like a spring.

"Awww, you're going to cum from fucking yourself with a cheesy sex toy, what a pathetic little whore!" Patrick almost barked these words in your face, but then he suddenly released your neck and went down to your collarbone, leaving wet, red marks here and there. "Keep going and don't you dare stop!"

Your eyes rolled back in your head when his wet tongue began to play with your swollen nipples, not to mention when he took one of them into his mouth and sucked it so eagerly that you cried out in pain. Trembling, you let him use your hand to set the pace, your inner walls aching every time the dildo brushed hard against them. 

When Bateman noticed that your little frame was quivering too much, he quickly slipped down between your legs to suck on your clit and holy shit, he was so good at it, he definitely knew what he was doing.

"I—mhm, I'm gonna cum… Daddy, p-pleaseeee!" You were no longer moaning — at this point you were literally screaming, and your throat was burning, but that only spurred him on to eat you more fiercely.

"Mmmm, I've been thinking about tasting this pussy," he tugged on your sensitive bud before swirling his tongue around it. "For so fucking long."

Another deep thrust, followed by his merciless lapping at your oversensitive cunt, made your orgasm wash over you like a huge ocean wave. Shaking, your half-opened mouth froze in a silent cry as all your insides spasmed too intensely, and this sensation lasted so long that you almost fainted.

"Jesus, what a dirty girl you are," Patrick chuckled after he pulled away from your pussy and removed the dildo, his face covered in your wetness, it was literally running down his chin. "Look at that, you fucking cummed all over my face!" He forced you to look at him, and your dazed glance coaxed a loud chuckle from him. "You think I'm done with you?" 

"I..." You tried desperately to pull yourself together, but the overstimulation hit you so hard that your brain refused to function at all.

"Yes, I'm talking to you!" 

"Aww, w-wait!" You wailed loudly as he grasped your head and forced you closer to the edge of the bed. "Daddy!"

"Don't you 'Daddy' me," his ominous intonation was kinda scary, but you had no choice but to submit. "Don't worry, honey... I'm just going to play with your mouth a little..."

With a quick thrust, he pushed himself into your mouth, since you didn't really have any power to protest. Although it would have been pointless to do it anyway. You expected him to face fuck you really hard, but instead Bateman gently took your chin for support as his hips began to move faster, petting your head each time his red, swollen tip hit your throat.

"Arghh, your mouth feels so good, I missed that."

Patrick stroked your cheek almost lovingly, ignoring the way that you were almost gagging on his thick cock, savoring his cum and keeping eye contact with him. Grunting, he didn't last long as he collapsed into your mouth, rolling his hips and spilling his sticky liquid deep down your throat, and you didn't make any pathetic sounds, no whimpering or sobbing — you just took what he gave you. With your eyes closed, you drank him dry and heard him murmur:

"For now, I forgive you."

Slowly, Bateman pulled out from your abused mouth, leaving a trail of his cum and letting a few drops fall on your breasts.

"Clean them," he pointed at your tits, pumping his still hard cock and watching you catch the drops of his cum with your fingers. "Now get on your knees and spread your legs wide."

Whimpering, you obeyed and Patrick didn't waste any time, positioning himself behind you and wrapping his strong hands around your waist. 

"Ahhh, Patrick..."

"Shush," he cut you off, rubbing his creamy cock between your ass cheeks. "I'm not going to fuck you in the ass, even though you really deserve it."

He rammed into your aching pussy without any mercy, stretching you even more from the inside and making you cry, your hands helplessly creasing the sheets beneath you.

"IT HURTS! AW!" You squealed as he pinned you down, forcing you to lie on your stomach as he trapped you under his massive body, relentlessly drilling your little hole.

"What? My dick is way bigger than that dildo, huh?" Bateman mocked you shamelessly, the slapping sound your bodies made was like music to his ears. "Ohh, what a poor little girl… mmhhm… I promise you… by the end of this night you will be so fucking full of my cum — that it will pour out, but I won’t stop… even if you beg me to!"

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Lost media - current state

The Pandora Experiment - I've spoken to two of the 3 directors, Matt Steinauer said the project had been abandoned. Mike L. Taylor still wishes he can see it someday, and said I should talk to producer Diana Terranova. You can read our exchange here if you want, he's such a nice guy. Anyway, I tried speaking to Diana both on Facebook and Instagram but got no replies 😕

Arc of a Bird/Credits - Left comments in videos, sent emails to the production company but never heard back from them. Most recently left a message on the director, Hugh Schulze's Instagram, but I don't think he's very active on it.

Keen - Messaged the director Jimmy McDermott on Instagram, and even Helen Sadler too, but nothing. This film was in festivals, no idea why they decided to hide it afterwards.

Tweet me in N.Y. - The director Traven Rice was really active on Vimeo a couple months back, so I'm pretty sure she saw my message, but no answer. Tried speaking to writer/producer/lead Jason Denuszek on Facebook and Instagram. Nada. (I love that Eve is credited as Eva Dastmalchian Knudsen in it)

Head Case/Band - Asked Collin Schiffli about it in a million different places. Nope. Then I decided to reach out to Brandon Schiffli, and he actually replied to me, and said that they're older films done for fun that don't exactly reflect the quality of their and David's current work, which is why they're unavailable. But...... he said they might make them available on their website at some point, so let's keep hoping and waiting 🥺 really wanna see Band.

Say When - The first time I talked to the director Gregory Fitzsimmons, he made the trailer available on his Vimeo, telling me 'that ship had sailed'. But I went back to it a couple months later asking if maybe he could tell me a little bit more about it because this film refuses to leave my mind, and he said that there actually is a finished film. It exists. Say When exists. But it's not something he wanted to release widely. It's an experimental mostly improvised tragic love story, and the way he talks about it makes my mouth water wanting to watch it. Now I can only hope he changes his mind about releasing it someday.

All the Pretty Girls - Sent an email to the production company The RiSK Everything Productions a while back and only recently they replied, and told me at the start of the pandemic they put all their projects on hold, and have yet to resume operating at any capacity. All the Pretty Girls is one of their most developed films, so it would be the first to go into production when they are back up and running. They currently have no social media but as soon as there are any future considerable updates, they'll change that. Although, with the current state of things, it'll be at least a year or longer before they're back into production. Once again, let's hope. This is the first time I actually heard back from a producer, I thought they were unreachable lol

So all in all, five losses, four 'let's hope for the best'. If you wanna try your luck with any of these people, let me know. Their emails/social media are public.

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thank u for ur reply!! i always love ur insight :) n ive read the article before LMAO now that was a classic example of his pretty privilege working cus if he didn’t look the way he did, his behaviour would’ve raised eyebrows. but no…he was viewed as a quirky silly guy by his roommate LOLZ. makes me wonder if mohammed atta would be viewed the same way if he were white passing.

anon you fascinate me im very very intrigued by the fact u already know so much abt this... keep sending asks its soo rare that i actually do get to talk to someone who already knows this much abt this. Anyhow I would reason to bet he might have been viewed more sympathetically if that were the case, however, in any case he was arguably more reserved and stoic by comparison so i think even if he was, people would be maybe a bit more suspicous with him, especially cuz fitting in seemed to come more naturally to jarrah for various reasons... atta never seemed to want to fit in more than he needed to in order to stay under the radar. I know that atta and jarrah did also butt heads abt this to some degree, i know that atta was suspicious that jarrah might even give up on the whole thing cuz of how he kept backsliding. I also think a lot of writers can "see themselves" in jarrah while they really cant with atta, he's an unfamiliar personality imo, specifically bc most writers in the anglosphere come from a secular culturally christian perspective. I think they r sympathetic to him because they start to realise that this sort of stuff really is something that "just anyone" could find themselves getting roped into thru means of being radicalised. Meanwhile I think they view atta as someone who already was quite "radical" at least in their eyes. of course, this is just my experience, but I've had many of my muslim accquantinces comment on how its actually quite a shame that atta took the path he did, because they feel he was otherwise quite promising, and might have made a good scholar or something along those lines. So thats the other side of things if you will. I think I can agree with that perspective myself. Of course its important to not get too engulfed in that mindset, because you can't forget they made the choices they did.

But yeah, there are many things about atta that Ive read about that i find to have been equally quirky and silly of behaviors, but i find myself annoyed how writers (even terry mcdermott does it in his book, perfect soldiers. which is a bit disappointing bc hes a writer who i otherwise rlly enjoy the perspective of on this) dont seem to think that way and paint it to be something as flaws or show of bad character when really, personality and behavior quirks have little to do with his actions. Yknow what i mean of course. Demonizing behaviors that have nothing explicitly to do with being a terrorist. You are really fun anon, its fun for me to get to discuss this stuff, the psychology/characteristics/behavior of those involved with the hamburg cell. its fun when i get to discuss it with more than just my super close friends. sometimes i get nervous ppl might think im trying to be a sympathizer/idolizer but i think i make it more than clear its not the case though xP. its undeniable that its a pretty understudied and underdiscussed facet of 9/11. U see it for other crimes and criminals but not really ever on this side of the fence. I feel its a case of dehumanization borne from islamophobia. Easier to get ppl to feel hate when you paint the perpetrators as faceless monsters. If u ever wanna dm me off anon u are super free to. Also, if you have anything to share that is interesting like a video or article or anything like that, feel free to send it! even if i have seen it or read it before, i would be eager to discuss my thoughts and feelings on it.

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"CLEARED CONSCIENCE BY CONFESSING GUILT,” Toronto Star. February 15, 1933. Page 2.  --- Housebreaker Sought Detective and Told About His Depredations ---- Declaring that he had made a clean breast of a series of thefts and house-breaking, Arthur Patton stood penitently before Magistrate R. J. Browne in police court to-day in answer to the theft of diamond rings, watches, postage stamps and wearing apparel, to the estimated value of about $100. 

Detective Johns deposed that Patton had come to him and said. that he wished to have a clear conscience. The accused man volunteered the information which helped us to regain most of the missing goods," said the officer.

The crown-attorney read a previous record of Patton into the case, whereupon the court decided that the circumstances warranted a short reformatory term. "I'll make it one year definite and six to 12 months indeterminate," said the magistrate. "Now see that you stick to your good intentions in future, for you will surely be given a long penitentiary sentence if you disobey the law again." 

Gets Benefit of Doubt Frank Cohen, up on remand from last week over receiving $47 on a cheque drawn for 47c, but filled in by a bank official for the larger amount, was ordered discharged. 

"There was undoubtedly a mistake made." said the magistrate, "and I shall have to give accused the benefit of the doubt." 

Harold Doyle pleaded not guilty of burglary and wounding Morris Fogler and elected jury trial. He was remanded in custody till Feb. 21. 

On a charge of stealing $20.55, Jack McDonald was remanded for a week. 

A charge of criminal negligence. lodged against Cyril Garbutt, was  set aside for two weeks pending settlement of civil damages. Bail of $2,000 was arranged." Armed Robber Not Bad George McDermott, described as a simple but inoffensive youth, was charged with attempting to rob with arms a business office in charge of Mr. Callaghan. "Accused came in, stuck a small gun in my face and said: 'Hand it over!" declared complainant Callaghan. 

"And what did you do?" inquired the crown. "I grabbed his wrist, 'pulled my own gun out of a handy drawer and ordered him to drop the. One he had pointed at me," replied Callaghan quietly. 

Canon Sawyer took the witness box To state that the accused young man was usually well behaved. "He comes to church regularly," stated the minister. "I know for a fact that the boy nursed his mother over a long period of illness."

McDermott's father swore that for 21-2 years his son had done the house work and cared for his mother who died but recently. "My son took. some powders that had been prescribed for his mother and I surmise it was from them that he became. somewhat deranged at the time he committed the misdeed he now stands charged with." 

"I don't think accused is a bad lad at heart." cut in Magistrate Browne, looking with kindly eyes to wards the silent youth in the dock. "And I'm going to order him suspended for sentence till called on, with probation for an indefinite period," 

Needed Fuel at Home Three young men admitted stealing coal to take to their homes, when answering charges of theft. 

"You certainly chose the right answer when you told us you needed the fuel at home," observed Crown- Attorney Malone. 

"Remanded for sentence." ruled the court. 

"Thanks, your worship," replied the accused in unison. 

"Discharged" was the order made in the case of Edward Wells and Agnew Burlie, up for alleged theft of silverware at a neighborhood party. 

Got Her Money Back Herbert J. McEntree, charged with false pretences, was committed for trial on $2,000 bail. The sum of $200 was allegedly secured from a woman complainant, who admitted having received the money involved just previous to the accused's arrest. 

"They are only a couple of youngsters and I do not wish to accept their pleas of guilty to the picking up of a few oats from a box car in order that they might feed their pet pigeons," observed Magistrate R. J. Browne when interrogating Bert Bates and Robert Chapman faced him on the double charge of theft and trespass. 

Evidence disclosed that the boys had scooped a few handfuls of grain from an emptied box car standing in the Parkdale yards of the C.P.R. 

"We wanted to feed our pigeons." said the two boys with equal candor.  

“And now what do you want to do?" pursued his worship with a smile. "We will turn in the pigeons toward payment of our fines." 

"No-No-Hold on now," "cautioned the bench. "I see enough pigeons around here - I'll place you boys on suspended sentence over the trespass charge and order withdrawal of the charge of theft. Now go over and see Mr. Freer, the probation officer, who will explain to you the seriousness of attempting to take things that do not belong to you." 

Eleven Drunks Up Of 11 men who appeared before Magistrate Tinker charged with being drunk Robert Hamilton, Wm. Lewis and Frank Duncan were each lined $10 and costs or 10 days. Duncan admitted he was on city relief. 

Harold Dale, James O'Brien and Wm. Hackin,. all recipients of city relief, were warned to change their ways. 

"You have each pleaded guilty." the magistrate declared. "And I am not inclined to be too hard on your but and here his worship paused impressively. "I do think you men are taking a rather mean advantage when you accept public charity and then go out and abuse the privilege. by getting drunk at parties on other people's expense. Now promise me you will change your ways." "Yes - yes -yes," said the three in chorus. 

"Very well," resumed the court, "remanded for sentence in charge of Capt. Bunton of the Salvation. Army." 

Wm. Kelly was ordered to keep away from police court in future. "You are altogether too familiar a figure in early court," said the magistrate. "Now go along and see if you can abstain from overdrinking in future." Kelly hung his head and went. 

John Skotynsky slept in a C.P.R. box car without permission. Ten dollars and costs or 30 days was the penalty. 

Detective John Atkinson has written The Star pointing out the report in the police court column on Monday to the effect that he had arrested a man who begged at his door for a meal is incorrect. Detective Atkinson had no connection with the case. 

Caught Running Alcohol Paul Romanink, was fined $200 and costs, or three months in jail by Magistrate Jones in the liquor and traffic court for having alcohol illegally. He pleaded guilty in Polish through Interpreter Markovitz. 

"He had in his possession a quart bottle of alcohol," stated P.C. Fred Grose (499) who arrested him on Nelson St. "I asked how much he got for running alcohol. He said 25 or 50 cents a trip. Later he said he bought it from a man on the street by the name of Mike." 

"On a farm near Richmond Hill. they're making alcohol," said the accused. "They started in 1918." 

Wm. Keenan, charged with reckless driving, asked for a remand and will appear again on Feb. 22. Bail was set at $50.

Orville Mullen was charged with. reckless driving by P. C. Graham. (762). "He wants to straighten up some damage done," said W. B. Horkins asking for a week's remand. "The police have his car, I think you could take his own bail."

Mullen agreed to pay storage on his car of $1 per day and was allowed out on his own bail till Feb. 22. 

Itala Angell, alleged to have a fictitious permit and to possess alcohol illegally, was remanded till Feb. 23. Bail was fixed at $1.000. 

Stanley Kania skidded into a plate. glass window and a gasoline pump on Queen St. W. and did $270 damage. 

"I should like you to give me a chance," said Kania, "and I'll give him $25 as soon as I get a chance." 

"Did he do it on purpose?" asked the bench. "No, sir," replied Antony Mole, whose hardware store was run into. 

"Was he in a drunken condition?" "No, sir." "You'll have to collect your damages elsewhere," said the magistrate to Mole, as he fined Kania $20 and costs or 10 days.

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Where We Start Again - 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: how do you fake date someone you have real feelings for?

Series Masterlist and Regular Masterlist

Playlist by @tiny-friggin-human

“Wasn’t lunch crazy today?” Your friend Naomi giggled shortly as she leaned against the locker next to yours. You made a face as you finished putting your books away and hoped she didn’t catch it.

“I wasn’t there. I haven’t sat with you guys since Monday.” You told her, a little offended that she didn’t notice you were gone.

“Really? Huh, I didn’t realize.” Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Anyways, Colin and Henderson were flipping water bottles without the caps on and it was the funniest thing. Until Colin got Abby’s hair wet and she told him his girlfriend was cheating on him with Henderson. It was so funny.”

“Sorry I missed it. Is Colin okay?” You asked her and she snorted.

“Who cares?” She replied and you figured you should have seen that answer coming. “Anyway, are you coming tonight?”

“Tonight?” You shut your locker and turned to her.

“Fallons party. He just texted it in the group chat.” Naomi explained and you briefly thought back to the groupchat you never checked. “And I heard from Effie who heard from Lacey that he specifically asked if you were going to be there. He totally wants you.”

“I can’t tonight. I have plans.” You gave her a falsely sympathetic smile and hoped she’d drop the subject.

“What could possibly be more important than Fallon’s party?” She asked like the thought was impossible. “He said he got like, six cases of White Claw and his parents are away. You have to be there.”

“Sounds like fun.” You lied. “Sorry I have to miss it.”

“But Y/n!” She whined and you sucked in a breath. “There’s no laws when you’re drinking Claws. You have to come.”

“I have the science fair and then I have plans with Peter and Ned. I told you yesterday, remember?” You asked her but her face showed no sign of recollection. From the other side of the hallway, Peters ears perked up from the other side of the hallway at the mention of his name. He used his advanced hearing to listen to your conversation after hearing the tension in your voice.

“Who’s Peter Annid?” Naomi scoffed and you had to bite your tongue to keep from screaming.

“Peter and Ned.” You corrected her sharply. “Peter Parker and Ned…I don’t actually know his last name. But I’m hanging out with them.”

“Omg, ew why?” Her nose scrunched you in disgust. Peters face fell upon hearing this, reminding him that you and him lived in different worlds. You looked at her for a moment before deciding what to say next.

“Because I’m dating Peter and friends with Ned. Ned Leeds.” You stared firmly as you remembered his last name.

“You’re actually dating that guy?” Naomi grimaced. “I thought that was just a mean rumor Flash started.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and laughed in disbelief. You made eye contact with Peter from across the hall and he gave you a sympathetic shrug.

“It’s not a rumor.” You snapped. “Peter makes me really happy. And I have to be at the science fair to see him win.”

Peter smiled to himself at your words and started walking over to you.

“Y/n, people like us can’t be seen with people like them. We definitely can’t be cheering them on at the nerd fair with all the other nerds. What if someone sees you?” She looked genuinely worried for you and your jaw clenched in frustration.

“Is everything okay?” Peter asked as he came behind you. He put his hands on your shoulders and rubbed your arms to calm you down, immediately feeling the tension leaving your body. You leaned your back into Peters chest and looked at Naomi.

“Then they’re gonna see a supportive girlfriend cheering on her genius boyfriend. Enjoy the party, Naomi.” You smiled at her and took Peters hand. “Let’s go, baby.”

You walked down the hall together, away from Naomi’s dropped jaw. Peter couldn’t wipe the smile off his face from you standing up for him.

“What was the about?” Peter asked you once you were far enough away from her.

“Nothing.” You answered. “Conversations with her are never about anything.”

“Are you okay?” Peter could hear the annoyance in your voice lingering from your conversation with Naomi and wanted to help you.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.” You stopped walking and turned to Peter, still holding his hand. “Don’t worry about me. You need to focus on your acceptance speech when you win the science fair today.”

“You don’t get to make an acceptance speech. You get a sweaty handshake and a firm, passionate pat on the back from the principal.” He told you and you laughed happily.

“That’s kinda hot. Are you cheating on me with Principle Mendoza?” You teased him.

“I’m sorry. I have a thing for spider veins and your legs are too perfect.” He played along, making you look down at your legs shyly.

“I hate you.” You shook your head and continued to walk to class. “I’m gonna fake break up with you just for saying that.”

“But I cant fake live without you, baby girl. Can you give me another fake chance?.” He pouted. You giggled and wrapped your arms around Peter, pulling him into an unexpected but welcomed hug.

“I’ll give you a million fake chances, baby.” You mumbled into his ear before pulling away. “But I’m about to be late for real math. I’ll see you at the science fair.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” Peter smiled in content as you squeezed his hand and walked away. It had been five days of fake dating. That meant there was only more week to go. As much as Peter loved the time you spent together, he couldn’t the shake the fact that it was ending soon. The moments he had with you felt real, but that didn’t change the fact that they were rooted in a lie. Still, you had chosen to blow off a party to come to the science fair with him. That had to mean something.

It meant something to him, at least.

~

“Look at you with your informational poster.” You smiled fondly at Peter as you walked up to his table. The LEGO lamp you had glued together sat in front of a poster about the science behind solar power. Peters eyes lit up at the sight of you and he stepped aside so you could get a full view of his presentation.

“Thanks for coming, daisy.” He grinned and pulled you into an embrace. You were surprised with him taking the initiative to show affection, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“I’ve been walking around and you definitely have these people beat.” You said as you squeezed his arm for good luck. “One kid just had a baby carrot taped to a battery.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t actually go to this school.” Peter told you. “They tried to kick him out but he started barking so they let him stay.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the judges have made their final decisions for the winners of Midtown Techs 75th annual science fair.” A teachers monotone voice came through on a microphone. Ned joined you guys with a box of popcorn, holding it out to you to offer you some. You and Ned stood on opposite sides of Peter as you impatiently waited the heat the winners.

“Let’s go, baby. This is all you. All you, baby, all you.” You mumbled just loud enough for Peter to hear. He chuckled and looked at you from over his shoulder.

“I am so scared of her right now.” Ned whispered to Peter.

“I know.” He whispered back. “I am so turned on.”

“In third place, Madison McDermott.” The teacher announced. Scattered claps sounded from the crowd.

“Madison has nothing on you, baby. Nothing!” You said into Peters ear as you bounced up and down.

“Second place, Chirag Saini.” The teacher said, earning more claps.

“Chirag wishes he was you right now baby, he just wishes.” You hyped him up and rubbed his shoulders.

“And in first place, Peter Parker.”

“AHHHH!” You screamed, wrapped one arm around Peters neck and pointed to him with the other. “That’s my boyfriend! That’s my boyfriend!”

Peter laughed happily and hugged you back, more excited to be holding you than to win the science fair. You buried your face in his neck and squeezed him tightly before running away to collect his trophy.

“She seems excited.” Ned commented with a knowing smirk.

“I have never felt this loved.” Peter squeezed Neds arm in excitement as he watched you bounce around.

“MY BOYFRIEND WON THE SCIENCE FAIR. FUCK YOU CHIRAG - I don’t mean that though your model of the universe is gorgeous- BUT YEAH PETER.” You ran back to Peter and threw your arms around him again as he lifted you off the ground.

“Remember, all I get is a sweaty handshake and a pat on the back. It’s not that big of a deal.” He tried to tell you but you didn’t listen.

“This is the hugest deal!” You grabbed his face and shook it. “You won the science fair four years in a row. And you did it after everything you’ve been through. I’m so proud of you.” You said sincerely and Peters heart melted.

“Meet me outside in five minutes.” He said as he rested his hands on your waist. “I have to show you something.”

“Okay. What’s-“

“Mr. Parker, you’re needed for a photo.” Principle Mendoza called for Peter.

“Go take your picture. I’ll see you outside.” You assured him. Peter kissed your forehead before he lost the nerve and went to get his picture taken.

As the camera flashed, Peters eyes drifted to you. You had your hands clasped together and a proud smile on your face as you bounced on your heels. It almost made Peter emotional to realize he had never been looked at that fondly. In the moment, he knew the truth.

He loved you.

He had developed real feelings for his fake girlfriend.

~

After waiting the allotted five minutes, you went outside to see what Peter had to show you. You walked slowly, taking the time to think about the past week with Peter. Even you didn’t know why you were so happy that he had won. Something about getting to know him gave you a newfound need to see him happy. As much as you liked spending time with him, you regretted getting attached. You only had a week left of your fake relationship and once it was over, you’d be left crushing on a guy who only saw you as a way to get Flash off his back.

You rounded the corner and saw Peter standing in the courtyard holding a bouquet of daisies.

“What’s this?” You asked curiously and he gave you a bashful smile.

“Will you go to the dance with me?” He asked as he held out the bouquet. You stepped towards him and accepted the bouquet with a confused leer.

“What?” You chuckled shyly.

“I know were already going together but you still deserved a proposal.” Peter explained. “You Flash this is how I asked you and I know you like daisies and I-“

“I would love to go to the dance with you.” You cut him off and sniffed the bouquet.

“We love to see it.” Peter used your own words and made you laugh.

“You are such an idiot.” You shook your head. “Can we go get that sandwich now?”

~

“Hola.” Ned bellowed as the three of you entered Delmar’s sandwich shop. “Do you know what today is?”

“Oh no.” Delmar gulped at the sight of Peter and Ned.

“Peter won the science fair!” You held up Peters trophy and screamed. Ned started pumping his fist and grunting while Peter hid his face behind his hand.

“Por favor, don’t make me make this sandwich.” Delmar pleaded. “It hurts me as a chef.”

“We’ll take one sandwich which every ingredient please.” Ned ordered and Delmar shuddered.

“Can we get it on whole grain bread?” You asked the boys and Ned gagged.

“Sure. Anything for my girl.” Peter touched your chin fondly. Delmar noticed the display of affection and folded his arms.

“Su novia?” He asked Peter, who looked at you in confusion.

“I’m sorry?” Peter stammered.

“Sí. Muchas gracias.” You smiled politely at Delmar as you dropped a five dollar bill in the tip jar. Delmar smirked at you and held up his hands in defense.

“Fine. I’m make it.” He agreed. “But only because I’m happy for you, niño.”

“His name is Peter.” Ned deadpanned.

“It means kid.” You told them. “You’ve been in my spanish class all four years, Ned.”

“I know.” Ned sighed dreamily. “I love that class.”

“Hey. Quit staring at my girlfriend.” Peter snapped his fingers until Ned stopped gaping at you. You smiled proudly at Peter calling you his girlfriend and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“She’s your fake girlfriend.” Ned reminded him. “Why do you care?”

“Because she’s right here. And she can hear you.” You said sarcastically as Peter wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Here. I made your disgusting sandwich.” Delmar slammed the sandwich on the counter angrily and Ned paid him.

“Grassy ass. Me gusta el sandwich.” Ned took the sandwich and bowed.

“Get out of my store.” Delmar ordered. You and Peter stayed in each other’s embrace and you left the store.

“We usually eat it on the rooftop of my apartment building.” Peter told you as he squeezed your shoulder.

“Let’s go. I’m hungry and it almost smells edible.” You quipped.

Ned watched curiously as you and Peter walked in front of him to Peters apartment. From his perspective, you looked like an actual couple. And with Flash nowhere around to see you faking, he wondered what you were doing it for.

As he heard you laugh loudly at a joke Peter said that couldn’t possibly be as funny as you made it seem, he realized something.

You liked Peter.

“Haha, just kidding”, he thought, “��unless.”

You got to Peters apartment and rode the elevator to the rooftop. Peter laid one of the towels down so you all had a place to sit. You took a seat next to Peter and put your feet in his lap.

“Y/n should have the first bite since it’s her first time.” Ned declared as he unwrapped the sandwich.

“You are going to love this.” Peter grinned as he handed you the sandwich. “Here.”

You took a bite and chewed it slowly. You could taste the mustard, salami, and peanut butter with the first bite. Your face twisted in disgust as you painfully swallowed the sandwich.

“So what do you think?” Ned nudged you.

“I think that’s the grossest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.” You whispered hoarsely.

“Well you haven’t been dating Peter for that long so-“ Ned began until Peter smacked him.

“Ned!” He scolded and Ned retreated.

“It’s making my eyes waters. Are my ears supposed to be ringing?” You looked at them for answers.

“That would be the jalapeños.” Ned nodded in approval.

“Here. I can’t have this near me. It’s making me hate myself.” You handed it off. Peter took the sandwich and took a bite, wincing as it went down before passing it to Ned.

“This was the last science fair. That technically means this is our last sandwich.” Ned said after he swallowed. Peter realized he was right and felt a sadness settle into his tummy. You noticed Peters face and interlocked your hands.

“It doesn’t have to be.” You piped up. “We could come back and do this every year. On this exact date.”

Peter stopped sulking when he heard your suggestion. You were already planning ahead for your future. And by some miracle, it included Peter.

“I like that idea.” He told you. “I’m not planning on leaving New York. Mr. Stark said I could work for him during and after college so I’ll be around. Where will you be?”

“I’m not sure.” You answered. “Anywhere but here, hopefully. I want to go somewhere where not one person knows me. I just don’t know where that is yet.”

“Well what about that Harvard application on your kitchen table, says your friendly neighborhood stalker?” Peter quipped.

“I don’t know, it’s a long shot.” You shrugged it off. “I probably won’t even apply.”

“I think you should.” Peter encouraged. “They’d be lucky to have you.”

“Maybe.” You smiled softly at him.

“Guys, what does GYHAHN mean? My mom just texted that.” Ned asked in a panic as he looked up from his phone.

“No idea.” Peter shook his head as he rubbed soft circles into your hand with his thumb.

“Get your Hawaiian ass home now.” You translated and got puzzled looks from Ned and Peter. “What? I speak angry mom.”

“How’d you know she meant Hawaiian?” Peter wondered.

“I took an educated guess.” You replied. “Why does she need you home?”

“YGFL?” He read the follow up text out loud.

“You’re grounded for life. Here.” You handed him one of the daises from your bouquet. “Give her this and tell her you were helping Peter carry his giant science fair trophy home.” And tell her you appreciate her waiting.”

“Okay. Me appreciate.” Ned nodded. His face faltered when he realized what he said. “Why does this always happen? Bye guys. And congratulations Peter.”

Ned picked up his bag and did an elaborate handshake with Peter before leaving. You fell into a comfortable silence with Peter following Neds absence.

“I hope you don’t mind that I spared a daisy.” You said as you scooted closer to Peter.

“It’s okay.” He smiled. “Thanks for helping him. I promise he’s cool when he uses full sentences.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it.” You chuckled. “I still like hanging out with you guys. Even if you made me eat that sandwich.”

“Hey, you wanted to come.” He reminded you when you insulted the sandwich. You smiled softly and looked down at your intertwined hands. “Are you really not going to apply to Harvard?”

“I mean, yeah it’s my dream but what if that’s all it is? Just a dream that isn’t supposed to come true.” You shook your head. “As long as I can start over somewhere, I think I’ll be okay.”

“Well I hope you change your mind an apply.” Peter told you.

“Peter?” You said after a beat of silence.

“Yes?”

“Today was the most fun I’ve ever had in high school.” You told him honestly. A grin broke out on his face when he realized the same could be said for him.

“I thought you were a party girl. Are the popular kids really that bad?” He teased you. He thought it would make you laugh, but it caused a sad expression to cloud your face.

“Do you want the truth?” You asked quietly.

“You can tell me.” He leaned forward when he saw how vulnerable you looked.

“It’s like they’re not even people. They’re all just a collage of different personas they put on so people like them. And they need people to like them. It’s like an addiction. And yeah, people like me but, but what if I don’t like me?” Your voice broke as you looked to Peter for answers he didn’t have. “What if they’re following around a leader who isn’t all that great?”

“It doesn’t have to be such a bad thing. They follow you because they like you.” He tried to make you feel better but you shook your head.

“They don’t even know me.” You said in exasperation. “I haven’t been myself for one second in that building. I was too busy trying to please everyone. And for what? Once high school is over and we all get out of here, what will it have been for?”

“I don’t think people are thinking that far ahead. I think they just want to be the center of attention in a given moment.” Peter reasoned.

“But that’s not what I want. I want weird, kinda unsanitary traditions with friends and people to talk to when I’m sad.” You laughed sadly. “I want people who notice when I’m missing. I want- I want…”

“What?” He asked.

“I want to be loved.” You confessed. “You and Ned love each other so much. Any idiot can see that. No one loves me like that.”

“But you have all those friends.” He wondered.

“I have followers.” You corrected him. “I don’t have any friends.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you have two and a half friends.” Peter tilted your chin up so you had to look at him and your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Half?”

“Ned isn’t a full person yet but he’s so close.” Peter explained and you laughed spritely.

“This is why I can’t wait for college.” You sighed. “I can start over and finally be myself.”

“At Harvard?” He smirked.

“I would never get into Harvard.” You laughed softly.

Peter let go of your face, content that he had made you smile until he remembered something you had said.

“What did you mean before when you said you didn’t like you?” He asked and your smiled faded. You took your hand out of his and picked at your nail polish nervously.

“I know you think it’s hard to be you, but it’s hard to be me too. I wake up every day terrified that people are gonna realize I’m nothing special.” You looked up at him with watery eyes. “Everyone wants something from me and they don’t even know why. And I’m scared that once they really think about it, they’ll realize I’m not good enough. That I’m a fraud. I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You can breathe with me. It’s okay, daisy.” He pulled you into hug and rubbed your back as you nuzzled into his neck.

“It’s so much pressure. They want me to be this perfect, happy girl but I’m not.” You sniffled. “It’s so hard to look at yourself and not be able to find anything you like. I threw myself into planning the dance but when the planning was done I was left empty. I thought I was going to lose my mind and then…”

“What?” He pulled away a little to look at you.

“I saw Flash picking on you in the hallway.” You smiled. “And I made a split second decision to pretend to be your girlfriend.”

“I knew you didn’t think it through.” He chuckled as you confirmed his suspicion.

“Maybe not, but,” you shrugged, “four years of high school and I finally found someone I actively want to be around. I wish I started pretending to be your girlfriend freshman year. I would’ve been so much happier if I had.”

“Let’s go to that party tonight.” He said suddenly. “The one that girl was talking about. You seem like you need a party.”

“We don’t have to. I know you’re not really a party person.” You scrunched your nose.

“Well I can’t know I’m not a party person until I actually go to a party.” Peter pointed out. You pulled away from Peter and took both his hands in hours.

“Peter Parker, would you be my date to the party?” You proposed.

“Daisy, I’d be honored.”

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Working with the FBI wasn’t always Whitley’s dream career. She wasn’t even a little bit interested. However, after Libby had taken off the older female began to think about her future. She had heard about an internship where you’d work with the FBI doing simple stuff and learning what they did. Whitley immediately enrolled and was enthusiastic about it. Something about catching bad guys, and being undercover excited the young female. So eventually she decided to got to college for it. And the rest was history.

July 8, a few years ago

You got this Whit. He’s just like any other bad guy you’ve caught before the female told herself. She walked quickly and quietly, holding her gun straight forward. The air was cold and the stench of death filled the air. It almost made Whitley want to throw up but she stopped herself. Eyes stayed focused and she continued forward. “Come on Marcus, I know you’re in here. I’ll find you one way or another” she shouted in the air. Suddenly an eerie chill ran down Whitley’s spine. She could sense evil was lurking close. Moving around a basin of oil she sneezed and cursed herself. Way to go Whit. Just let the killer know exactly where you are. Whitley ignored her subconscious and kept her mind sharp. Turning a dark corner of the building she was hit with something sharp.

Several days later….

It smelt like rotten fruit. Rotten fruit and decayed flesh. A sick feeling developed in the pit of Whitley’s stomach. She groaned, and touched her head, ouch she thought. Where was she? Opening her eyes slowly, Whitley could tell that she was someplace hot. It felt like a hundred degrees. She winced and tried to get up but fell back down. Suddenly footsteps creaked against wooden stairs. Whitley backed herself into a corner, furiously shaking. Normally she was a tough cookie but not at the moment. All she wanted to do was survive and somehow make it back home.

“Whit, oh good you’re awake. We’re going to have some fun today” chuckled a familiar voice. Whitley immediately knew who it was and she wasn’t scared at all. “Kidnapping an FBI agent Marcus? That’s really low even for you” she replied back sharply trying to hide his terrified she was. Marcus chuckled out loud and looked at Whitley. She looked good. Better than any of the others that he had kidnapped in the past. “Whit, so quick with that tongue of yours. Be careful or I might cut it off” laughed Marcus. Enraged, Whitley lunged forward and spit in the kidnapper’s face. “You bitch!” screamed Marcus and cold cocked Whitley in the face with his hand. Which sent her flying into a pile nasty clothes. Whitley groaned, and suddenly passed out.

PRESENT DAY

Whitley grinned, grabbing her gun and stalking forward. It was finally the big day. The day that TBK, aka Marcus Sliney would be caught and sent to prison forever. “I’m right behind you agent Chadwick” said Ryan McDermott, a fellow agent. Whitley grinned, as they closed in on Marcus. “Marcus Sliney, we have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up!” shouted another agent from a loudspeaker. Just then Marcus opened the door and ran towards a waiting car. “Hell no!” shouted Whitley and ran as quickly as her legs could take her. She tackled Marcus in one fell swoop. “Gotcha” sneered Whitley as the other agents grabbed Marcus. “Great job, Whit. He’s finally going to jail”. All Whitley could do was grin. All of her hard work had paid off.

You got the son of a bitch she told herself.

And just like that the good guys had won

[dk-thrive]

If I could turn into any bird, I’d choose a swallow...

At a dinner party when he was twenty-one, Proust was asked some questions. Among them, what his favourite bird was. The swallow, he replied. Proust didn’t invent the questions known as the ‘Proust questionnaire’, but his answers were so good they made the questionnaire famous. Proust responded to the questionnaire on two separate occasions. He was fifteen when he was asked his favourite colour. ‘The beauty is not in the colours, but in their harmony,’ he said...

If I could turn into any bird, I’d choose a swallow...

I long for the morning when I wake up transformed into a swallow. Now I imagine two swallows holding a ribbon in the air...

One way of turning into a swallow is by writing: I’m a swallow. But can the written word break the silence like a song?

— Brenda Lozano, "Loop." Annie McDermott (Translator). Charco Press (October 8, 2019) 

[sarahroeser]

Good Question, @moopy. (If anyone wishes to be anonymous, send an ask)

I'm replying this way because I want this to be long and organized lol.

Josh Allen did improve ALOT this year, I don't know many who won't at least acknowledge that.

Of course, I agree with Brandon Beane that "Josh hasn't yet reached his ceiling." He hasn't.

In terms of your question, I am happy about it. He's developed alot. Compared to his rookie year, he's a completely different player.

I do not believe this is fully due to having Stefon Diggs as a top receiver. Yes, it certainly helps. But, Josh was halfway decent last year, improving nicely from year 1 to 2. He made a lot of mistakes and aimed to fix them in the off-season.

If you ever watch a Press Conference from Josh after a hard loss, you realize how much he focuses on the improvements he can make. He did emphasize it after the AFC Championship loss and the 2020 Wild Card loss to the Texans.

There are alot of ways for improvement. I think he can work on further improving decision making, such as throwing the ball away or taking the sack and learning when it's best to run the ball.

I am happy with Josh and how he's grown, he's fit in nicely in the city and his recent improvements have filled Bills Mafia with extra pride. I've enjoyed watching him (especially him and Diggs) this season. The idea that we can only get better from here, especially with McDermott and Beane makes me feel good about our future for now. Josh seems to have a particularly good future in the NFL ahead if he keeps improving.

[ncis-nola-ponderings-and-others]

Theory time

I’ve mentioned a few times about how the continuity about Tammy’s parents is just baffling. So I just came up with a theory to explain it. I highly doubt it will be correct in any way but it’s all I can think of.

So what do we potentially know?

- In Slay the Dragon after squishing an intruding McKinley they briefly mention her mother who is apparently elderly and confused. It’s not unheard of but it’s a little odd for a young 30-35 y/o person to have elderly parent(s), especially how they make her sound. Again not unheard of. Her father is not mentioned.

- In another earlier Tammy episode when she and Chris walk along to meet Pride at a scene she overhears him finish a call with his dad and finds it odd how he calls him sir. Prompting Chris to ask how does she talk to her parents. ‘We’re Italian, there’s a lot of yelling.’ Sounds like present tense like both are alive.

- Dead man walking ending has her father dead.

- Then we have the episode mind games which of course is Tammy centric. (yay ^-^) In which we also find out a bit more backstory…and that both her parents died when she was in college? Then who did Ethan talk to? o-o In a deleted scene while talking to Sebastian about the few similarities between herself and Clair McDermott she says they both have crazy fathers and she (tam) also has a crazy mother. Also sounds like present-ish tense. Not entirely sure on that one though.

- Another present tense moment and the last of which I’ve seen so far is in S5, when being annoyed at the snobby rich guy. He makes a remark and Tam replies with ‘yeah and my mother knows the local butcher, we get the best chops!’ She’s alive again?

A number of times she mentions something about her crazy family but that usually sounds like the rest of them not so much her immediate family/parents.

So are her parents dead? Alive? One alive one not? Recent or a while ago? How did they die?

If she went to that guy does she have nightmares about her parents/upbringing?

Anyway, onto the theory! ^-^

Tammy’s biological mother had to give her up as a baby, maybe reluctantly, maybe not I’m not sure of any personalities at the moment. But I think I’ll go with reluctantly gave her up. Only giving little Tammy her name.

The couple that then took her in, (also Italian New Yorkers), were the troubled parents that messed her up, as she puts it. They were also an older couple, older than T’s mum by a bit. This would fit in with slay-the-dragon Tammy describes her mum as elderly and confused. Again it’s entirely plausible she could have elder parents in her mid thirties but not very common. But anyone could be her adopted parents. Perhaps a stricter couple in their early 50’s. Probably thought the young woman who had her was irresponsible and they could easily provide for and raise the small baby Tammy.

I’m not sure if I would go with Gregorio being their name or Tammy’s original name and they just didn’t change it as a point of she wasn’t technically theirs. Perhaps have it as her original name. So they brought her up some how despite being ‘crazy’ as we’ve heard numerous times in multiple episodes.

We’ve not had many details on what made them be described that way only that:

-she needed to get out of her childhood home as fast as she could, even if it meant marrying McKinley

-she wasn’t confident of looking after herself

-they sound like they wouldn’t like or respect who she grew up to be

-she once called the police on her dad.

-her dad sounds the worser party, perhaps his wife just went with his behaviour and encouraged it

But from the small hints we have they don’t sound nice at all. Maybe abusive in some form, violent or emotional. That could explain why Tammy felt insecure about being and living by herself. Emotional abuse would chip away her confidence in that.

So perhaps then during her teens, 16 or 17 years old maybe, an old neighbour friend tells young Tam that they knew her real parents, over a few months she learns more about them (in secret of course) and the friend helps her track them down. They had a few years previous re-united with one another and they got to know their long lost daughter. Sadly it didn’t last too long as they were the ones who died while she was in college. (car crash) They had been nice and accepted her entirely for who she was but now she was stuck with the rougher parents again.

She never dared tell them she had looked for, found and lost her biological folks because she knew their reaction would be negative, probably angry and probably lead to a guilt trip of aren’t they good enough for her.

So perhaps currently her adoptive mother resides in a care home in New York while her adoptive father died a few years after her real ones did.

She just throws around the term parents so nobody is ever suspicious and it never lets on how disruptive her childhood was. Hence the dead-alive confusion for them.

It could be also as some others had said she was fostered a few times, maybe she considered them parents too. And as said above they are all mentioned as her mum or dad respectively.

Orrrr all that being said, it would equally be awesome if Pride was her long lost real dad. Credit for that idea is not mine. ^-^

Thanks for reading this long drabble about continuity that nobody else probably really thinks about, or noticed. ^-^ 

Also also: Lorraine Bracco would still be a great candidate for T’s mum. One of them. Biological mum or aged-up make-up adoptive mum.

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You & Me - Part Five

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Callie's POV

Your alarm rang early at 7am, you turned it off and pulled yourself out of bed before making your way to the bathroom to wash and change. You'd decided to take advantage of the gym in your hotel, before grabbing some breakfast and heading to the studio where Niall was due to perform later. He had an interview and performance with Eoghan McDermott which you had to deal with.

The mini bus was due at 9am for you, Martin and the rest of the team. 

You ignored the notification for ten missed calls and countless text messages. Choosing to kick the shit out of a punch bag. You were angry with yourself for thinking that you could be anything with Niall.

Seeing Saskia with her arms around Nialls neck and his hands on her, had left you shaking. Not wanting to be seen by him, you had made a quick exit, grabbing a taxi back to the hotel.

You barely paused for breath as you kicked your right leg up high, again and again. Beads of sweat had begun to appear on your forehead and down your neck, your body heating up. After a few more punches you stopped. Catching your breath and taking in the almost empty gym.

You unwrapped the gloves from your hands and wiped your face down with the gym towel. Kicking the crap out of the punching bag always made you feel better. You left the gym feeling a little less stressed about it all.

After you'd showered and packed your small suitcase, you headed down to breakfast. The restaurant was full of crew and some of the band, you greeted them with wide smiles and hellos, before placing your bag down by Martin and heading over to the buffet.

You hadn't realised Niall had arrived until he approached you as you were placing some bread in the toaster.

 "Hey, where were you last night?" He whispered.

 "Was tired." You replied not bothering to look at him.

 "Is everything ok? I tried to call you and I sent a bunch of messages."

 "Everything's fine." You replied keeping your voice neutral.

 There was a few seconds of silence before you heard Saskia approach you both.

 "Ni, it's far too early to come down for breakfast. We should've had breakfast in your room, in bed." She smiled smugly, looking directly at you.

You reached Niall eyes and they were wide with realisation.

"Breakfast?" You queried.

"Yes, we had a late night." 

You could've punched that fucking smirk right off her face, but you didnt. You took your toast from the machine and then smiled sweetly before replying.

"Oh I'm sure you did, but what I meant was, I didn't realise you ate like actual proper food. Don't you stick thin models survive on diet coke and thin air?!"

Niall stayed quiet, but his face showed he was shocked by you're outburst.

"Jealous are we?! Bet you'd never be able to get a body like mine?!"

"Not really, I prefer to not look anorexic. And I do love toast!"

And with that you wafted the plate with your toast on in front of her shocked face and walked off. You could hear her having a go at Niall about what you'd said, but to be honest you didn't give a shit. Serves him right.

Niall didn't try approach you again, instead he took Saskia by the arm and practically dragged her out of the restaurant. Taking your seat at the table, you slathered your toast in butter and jam before enjoying every moment of your morning carbs.

No one mentioned your altercation with Niall and Saskia. When you got to the venue you got to work on the set up. Niall was busy doing interviews but you'd seen him trying to make eye contact with you as he walked past you on his way to one of them.

When it came to sound check you made sure that he had no opportunity to talk to you alone. He had messaged you numerous times again but you'd ignored him, not even bothering to read them.

If you were honest, as the day went on you weren't 100% sure anything had happened between them or not. You knew Saskia didn't like you and would do anything to annoy you. However you were still hurt when you saw them together last night. Why hadn't he told you she was coming? 

Over the course of the day you went from thinking they'd had raging sex all night to thinking that Saskia was boasting about nothing.

Still, you weren't ready to hear Niall's explanations or excuses.

When the performance was over, Niall went off for another interview and you packed everything up ready for it to head to London. You didn't see him again as he had back to back interviews and you and the crew headed to the airport.

The flight to Stansted was short and within a few hours you were home. Seeing a note from Bex on the kitchen table about how she was working late but would be back by 9:30pm. You unpacked your suitcase, throwing some washing in the machine and running yourself a bubble bath.

Almost 45 minutes had gone by and with your body truly wrinkly from the water, you decided to get out. Wrapping your towel around you, you paused at the sound of someone knocking at your door. You didn't like opening the door this late, even though it was still light out. You weren't expecting anyone so you quietly made your way over to the door and sneaked a look through the peep hole.

It was Niall.

He knocked again and you jumped back at the noise, hoping he didn't hear you gasp with shock.

"Callie, I know you're in there. I saw your balcony door open."

Crap.

Slowly moving away from the door you retreated to the safety of your room. You could hear him asking you to open the door so he could explain everything. You ignored him as you dried yourself off, throwing on some cotton shorts and a top. Taking a seat on the edge of your bed, your mind was running a million miles an hour. Should you let him in? Did you want to hear all the sordid details of last night? Did he deserve the chance to give you an explanation?

Your phone began to ring from your night stand. Nialls name flashing across the screen.

The call ended and you heard him knock again.

"Please Cal, I'm going out of my mind here."

You scoffed at hearing those words. If only he knew how you had been going out of your mind playing over all the scenarios of him and her.

"I'll wait all night if I have to."

You didn't believe him.

Being this pathetic about a guy wasn't something you were use to. You refused to cry about it, however you could feel the tears lingering behind your eyes that you were holding back.

Even though it was a warm evening you climbed under the covers and snuggled up in your safe place. Putting your headphones on and taking your sketch book out, propping it up on your knees.

You didn't know how long you'd been sketching until you saw Bex out of the corner of your eye. Smiling a hello and taking off your headphones you asked her what she had said.

"I said Niall's here."

Your heart sank. She had let him in. He hadn't gone away like you'd thought he would.

You could see the confusion on her face as in to why he was here. And that only got worse when you whispered to her that you didn't want to see him. She looked shocked, you hadn't told her about him yet. She still thought you were just friends and work colleagues.

You shook your head at her expression and held up your hand mouthing the words no.

She knew then that something had happened. You'd been friends long enough to be able to read each other. Her mouth made an oh shape before closing your door and retreating to the living room where you presumed Niall was.

You heard her say that you were sleeping and him saying that was bullshit.

 "Please Bex? I really need to see her." 

If he did those puppy dog eyes at her she would cave and you knew it. Taking off your head phones completely you laid on your side with your back to the door.

When you heard it open, you just knew it wasn't Bex. God she was such a pushover.

"Cal, please talk to me and let me explain." He pleaded, as he closed the door behind him.

You felt the bed dip as he sat down behind you. 

"I didn't know she was going to be there....... She just appeared at the after party........ Nothing happened between us and I don't want it to. I want you Cal ........ I need you. What she said to you this morning about having breakfast in bed, that was just to piss you off. She didn't stay in my room with me."

You stayed silent, listening to his words. Trying to process what he was saying.

"Callie, please." He pleaded. "I don't want to lose you."

You felt him shift and climb under the covers, his chest was flush with your back, his arm crept over your hip and rested on your stomach. Burying his face in your neck, you heard him breathe you in. You didn't respond or acknowledge him at first, a few minutes went by and he remained cuddled up to you, gently kissing your hair, neck and shoulders.

"Callie, please." His voice was getting more pained. 

"I saw her all over you at the party." You whispered. "Saw her arms around your neck, so I left."

He let out a massive sigh, almost that he was relieved that you'd finally decided to talk to him.

"If you'd stayed you would've seen me trying to pry her off of me."

You sighed and he pulled you closer to him. You could smell his aftershave, feel his breath on your neck as he snuggled into you.

"She did it deliberately, she posted sneaky hints about where she was. It's all over twitter, tumblr and Instagram. But nothing happened I promise, I'm so sorry that you think it did. Apart from when she turned up at rehearsal that time, I've not seen or spoken to her since I ended things in June. She's text me but I've ignored her."

You really didn't want to forgive him that easily, but if what he was saying was the truth then you needed to. Knowing what a nasty person Saskia was, what he was saying sounded like the truth. But deep down you were hurt by what you'd seen. This was new to you, stuff like this would be never have effected you so much. If this had been Jack, you would've argued with him, had it out with him and somehow resolved it. But your feelings for Niall ran deeper than they had for anyone else before. And right now the fear of that was stopping you from thinking rationally.

"I'm not sure what to think, I need to sleep."

"We can talk when you're ready. Can I stay with you while you fall asleep?" He whispered. 

He was still holding you close, his lips close to your ear. Moving your hand down to your stomach to find his, you linked your fingers together, holding his hand close to your chest. You felt him relax and and try and get closer, but he was already holding you as close as he could.

"Don't want anyone else Callie, just want it to be You & Me."

When your alarm woke you the next morning, you realised you were not alone. You had turned around in the night but Niall's grip on you hadn't faltered. Your legs were entangled together and his hand was resting on your bare hip where your top had ridden up.

You slowly reached behind you to turn off your alarm, you knew he would probably wake up and you weren't sure what to say to him. With the alarm turned off, you began to try and gently ease yourself out of his grip. But he pulled you closer, once again burying his face in your neck and hair.

"Not ready to move yet Cal." He mumbled against your neck. "Just five more minutes, maybe ten."

He let out a contented moan. 

There were a lot of things to talk about still, but right now lying here with him was the only thing you wanted to do. He was warm and cuddly and you couldn't get enough of him. His lips were placing gentle kiss along your neck and jaw and you let out a long and happy sigh. Reaching your hands up from his waist you ran your fingers through his unruly bed hair.

"Ni........ I have to get up." You whined rather unconvincingly.

"Just a few more minutes, Petal."

"I haven't forgiven you." You said bluntly.

"I know."

His hands had moved around your back and his finger lingered at the top of your shorts, but he didn't move his hand any further.

"Why did you stay?" You whispered, as his mouth still left kisses along your neck.

"Couldn't bare to leave you. You're so cute when you sleep, you snore to."

"I do not snore!"

He paused his kisses and brought his face up to yours.

"Yeah you do! Kind of a low rumble noise."

Your mouth was wide open in shock and massive smile on your face.

"Don't be embarrassed babe, as I said, it's cute."

"It's not cute, because it's not true."

"Whatever you say." He smiled.

He really was adorable in the mornings. His thick wavy hair was a mess, his hooded sleepy eyes barely open. His plump pink lips ............

Before you knew what you were doing, you were tracing your finger across them. He brought them into a pout and kissed your finger. 

The smiles were gone from your faces, instead you were both just staring at each other, the connection you had overwhelmed you. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips to his. His body instantly reacted, his hand on your lower back moved you closer to him, before moving it down to hitch your leg across his hip.

Your hands were on his face, in his hair, the desperate need to feel him, taste him. The kiss was intense and you could feel yourself getting dizzy, your senses coming alive. When you paused for breath he looked at you, his eyes searching yours for regret.

"I'm so sorry I hurt you, it's only you..... I promise. I've been going crazy without you. It's always been you, always."

And he kissed you again, this time rolling you onto your back, settling himself between your legs. He was hard beneath his shorts, you moaned when he made contact with your centre. You were both becoming frantic, kissing everywhere you could, feeling what skin was exposed. The heat of the quilt that was over you both was stifling, and you moved it down his back as much you could, feeling the slight breeze from your open window.

"Ni?" You moaned as he kissed across your neck and down your chest. "Ni?"

He stopped his kisses and looked up at you.

"Sorry.......I um........sorry." He mumbled nervously as he moved from between your legs and laid next to you.

"I don't want to you to stop, but I have to leave for work in just over an hour. Bex has the car so I have to navigate the tube this morning across the city."

"So, if I were to drive you then we could probably have an extra half hour?!" He replied, smiling.

"Ni." You said laughing and giving his shoulder a gentle shove. 

"What? I'm just saying I have my car so can give you a lift and y'know we both need showers."

You looked at him, a cheeky smirk across his face.

"As amazing as that sounds, I doubt Bex would appreciate us hogging the bathroom together! Plus I can't be seen arriving with you."

"Yeah....ok." He sighed sticking his lips out in a pathetic babyish pout. "Just one more kiss before I go though, yeah?"

When you emerged from your bedroom ten minutes later you found Bex sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee in her hand.

"Good Morning! Did you both sleep well?!" She asked with her eyebrows raised.

"Morning Bex, and yes we did thank you." You replied.

"Good good! Kettles just boiled if either of you want a coffee."

"I'm good, I'm going to head off and get showered and changed. Willie will probably wonder where I got to."

"Nah, I told him you were here!"

"Of course you did!" You replied, shaking your head.

She just smiled sweetly.

"I'll walk you out." You said to Niall.

"See you later Bex."

"That you will, Willie is bringing me to your gig tonight. Am looking forward to it."

When you reached the door, he pulled you to him. Your arms instantly wrapped themselves around his neck.

"I'll see you in a bit." He whispered, before kissing you gently.

"Yeah, see you in a bit." You replied before opening the door for him.

With another quick kiss, he was gone.

"Soooo........?" Bex said. "Just friends hey?!"

"I have zero idea what we are if I'm honest." You replied shrugging your shoulders.

"Care to explain what the hell has been happening then? And I want the whole story! With details!"

You really didn't have time for this, you'd got to leave for work. But with Bex telling you she wasn't at work today, and that she could drive you to work. At Willies request she had taken a couple of days off as he had wanted to spend the day with her and head to Niall's gig later. That meant you had time to tell her what had been going on and be in work on time.

You started from the beginning, from when you had walked in on him and Saskia arguing to kissing him at his apartment almost three weeks ago.

"I knew something had happened, you sounded so jittery and flustered on the phone." She said.

Then you told her about him confronting you about that night and how you'd admitted your feelings to him.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this?" She asked.

"I don't know, just embarrassed to. Was worried he might turn around and go back to her."

"And did he? Is that what you argued about, why I found him sitting on our doorstep last night?"

"I went to the after party in Dublin and she was all over him, so I left."

"And what was his explanation?"

"Said he had no idea she was coming and that he'd struggled to get her off of him. She's posted sneaky shit about it all over social media to."

Bex responded by shaking her head in disgust.

You carried on with the story, including yesterday morning at breakfast. Bex had laughed at how sarcastic you'd been to Saskia. "Thin air and diet coke! That's a good one!"

You took your coffee cup to the sink before turning to Bex with a worried look on your face. "Was I wrong to forgive him?"

"No, from what I gather from Willie, since you started working for him he's been smitten with you. Saskia just won't get the hint. He officially ended things with her months ago. Willie had no clue why he was with her especially when she was so rude to you that time and others close to him. I got the impression from Willie that Niall had told her numerous times he didn't want to see her anymore but that she just kept turning up at the same events as him. She likes the association."

"He said it's always been me. That I'm the one he wants."

"I don't doubt it. He was really upset last night."

"I know he was. Look, don't say anything to anyone please?"

She moved closer and wrapped you up in a hug.

"Of course, you don't even need to ask."

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Patrick Bateman was the kind of man who loved absolute perfectionism in everything. His apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side was no exception. Every time you were there, you felt like you were in an art gallery, not to mention his super-modern audio system, which he loved to use. 

Thrilled to be in his place, you were looking out the large window in his living room when you heard his soft footsteps behind you.

"Wanna listen to Whitney Houston's new tape, honey?" Patrick purred as he wrapped his hand around your waist. "I bought it today."

"Sure," you replied, covering his palm as it slid down your curvy hips. "I love your taste in music."

Bateman chuckled before pecking your cheek. "Only in music, huh?"

Smugly, he strolled away to turn on the stereo, and then Whitney Houston's amazing voice echoed through the living room.

"Man, her singing is outstanding!" You exclaimed, and your excitement made him grin.

"(Y/N), my dear, can you take glasses for you and me," he crooned playfully as he handed over a bottle of what must have been super expensive wine. "Tim recommended a new brand of wine, I want to try it."

After you nodded, you quickly went to the kitchen and started looking for the glasses you needed. When you noticed a half open cupboard, you couldn't fight your curiosity to sneak inside. Slowly, you turned around to make sure Patrick was not looking, and then you opened it completely, revealing all the stuff inside. When you saw a chainsaw, you couldn't hold back a loud gasp.

"Are you okay?" Bateman's anxiety resounded behind your back and after a few seconds he was already in the kitchen. "Dear..." Patrick stammered as he saw an open cupboard. "What are you doing here?"

"N-nothing, I was just looking for some glasses!" 

"Aha," instead of scolding you he just giggled and looked at the chainsaw you couldn't stop staring at. "Do you like things like that?"

"Excuse me?" You stepped back a little, especially when he ran his finger along the metal part of the chainsaw. 

"You're so curious, I love it," he suddenly blurted out before closing the cupboard and pulling you into a passionate kiss. "Let's go back to the living room and finally taste the wine."

Possessively, Patrick turned you around and made you move forward, his dark eyes sparkling dangerously as you headed out of the kitchen.

A few days later, Patrick invited you to Craig McDermott's party at his family's big house, which Bateman didn't really find fancy, so you couldn't really understand why he'd brought you here at all; not to mention that he was acting a little... strange almost the whole evening? 

"There you are!" you nearly spilled your drink at his sudden voice. "I've been looking for you, my dear."

With a soft smile, you turned around as you felt his strong arms glide across your back. "Did you miss me already?"

"Of course!"

Damn, his full-teeth smile always made you feel things, especially when he touched you like that - barely sensible, only to tease you.

"I thought, maybe we can escape this party for a while?" Bateman whispered in your ear, his large palm already outlining the shape of your cute butt. "My curious little girl..." 

His low growl was accompanied with a slight pinch on your ass, which caused your legs to tremble from a sudden surge of heat.

"Uhh, you're such a tease!" You replied, breathing heavily.

Without saying anything, Patrick just looped his arm around your waist and gestured for you to follow him; you were a little scared but excited because this man was always so fucking unpredictable.

Later, the two of you went upstairs, kissing and cradling each other all the way to what was supposed to be a guest room. 

"P-Patrick," you gasped and shivered as he started to attack your neck the moment you entered the room. "You didn't close the door?"

As soon as you asked that question, Patrick let out a raspy grunt and pushed you onto the bed behind you. "Why should I?"

His eyes glowed with lust as he saw a hint of fear on your beautiful face.

"What's the matter, my dear?" he advanced on you, his huge frame lilting with each step. "Get over here, sweetheart…I wanna play with you."

Squawking, you tried to move away from him, but he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer, slipping under your skirt to reveal your black panties.

"WAIT!" you whimpered in a mild panic, afraid someone would get in. "Patrick..." a muffled moan fell from your dry lips as you felt his tongue on your inner thigh. "W-why can't you wait till we get home?"

Bateman burst out laughing and spread your legs wider as you continued to resist him. "You know, I thought you liked the thrill of being caught..." he cooed to you as his long fingers pulled at your underwear, the friction against your feverish clit making you jerk and moan. "Ohh, what was that?"

"Mmm, Patrick..." your face burned from the inside as he did it again, tugging harder on your panties, rubbing your sensitive bud through the wet fabric. "What... what if someone comes in?"

"I'm sure anyone who comes in will be pleased with the scene they see," Patrick groaned and licked your pussy through your underwear, sending shivers down your spine, "Now be a good girl and take your punishment as you’re supposed to."

Shocked, you stopped everything and looked at him. "Punishment for what?"

"For your curiosity, of course," Bateman snickered and turned you, so that your head hung over the edge of the bed. "You know the expression 'curiosity killed the cat'?"

With that, Patrick unbuckled his belt and then his pants, your heavy breathing filling the room faster than you could even notice. Huffing, you wanted to protest again, but he didn't let you as he slid two fingers into your mouth. Amused, Bateman admired the way you twitched on the bed as he pushed his digits further down your throat, nearly choking you, while his other hand unfastened his tie only to wrap it around your wrists. 

"Fuck, that mouth certainly craves more," Patrick murmured, pulling your top down, so he could cup your small shapely breast. "Good, good...keep sucking my fingers."

"Mmhm," you mewled around his digits, taking them as deep as you could. "A-awww, Gos-shhh!"

An electric shock ran through your trembling body as you sensed his warm mouth around your hard nipple, the way his strong tongue teased your tender flesh taking you so high.

"Jesus, you're so kinky," his raspy growl induced the tight knot in your lower abdomen to pulse. "Ahhh, you like the things I do to you?"

"Yes...P-Patrick..." you hiccuped as he placed his knee on the bed and began to lower himself, licking all the way down to your pubic bone. "Mmm..." Bateman kissed your mound briefly before moving your panties aside and sucking on your sensitive nub.

"Shit, you taste so delicious, my dear," he hummed, his face buried between your legs while he stroked himself to keep his dick hard. "'C'mon, I wanna drink all of your sweet juices."

Shaking, you moaned louder as he pulled his fingers out of your wet mouth, your saliva dripping down your chin. Right now, you didn't really care that someone could hear you, his tongue didn't give you a chance to save your clarity.

"Patrick...p-please, ahh!" you almost sobbed as he tongue fucked you, licking your soft inner walls and holding your hips wide open. "Ahh!"

"Imagine someone coming in, right now!" Patrick husked after tugging on your swollen clit with a nasty popping sound that almost made you cum. "Show me how you can use that pretty mouth of yours..."

First, Bateman began to draw his thick cock against your wet lips, then he bent down and made you lapping at his heavy sac.  A primal growl escaped his broad chest as you took his balls almost completely in your mouth and sucked them with all the passion you had.

"F-fuck, yes...mmm," he moaned and then dived back between your legs to continue devouring your succulent pussy. "Good girl, arghh-so fucking good!"

Patrick was losing control with every pitiful moan you made, his hips thrusting hard into your face, literally pinning you against the bed. Fuck, people outside the room would definitely hear your miserable whimpering as you were about to gag from how deep he was fucking your mouth.

"Mmghm!" You kicked your legs in the air as your lungs burned from the need for oxygen.

Even when he allowed you to rest and breathe, Bateman was still grinding against your face, his pulsating dick brushing along your wet cheek as he was so damn close while his tongue toyed your little tip. 

"Pat....Patrick!" Your voice cracked as you felt a burning sensation on your ass as his big palm mercilessly slapped it.

God, this was already too much for you, but then this bastard decided to nip at your sore clit and you thought you were going to pass out from the crazy mixture of pain and bliss.

"Go ahead, honey," he growled against your slit, squeezing your hip almost to the red marks on your soft skin. "I want to feel that tight little pussy throb on the tip of my tongue!"

"Aaahh...I can't...can't take it anymore...MMM!" you yelped as your climax washed over you like a tsunami. "A-wwww...GOSH!”

Bateman could listen to your high-pitched cries for an eternity, and he didn't care if the whole house could hear you at that moment as he slurped at your lascivious pussy, because he didn't want to waste a single drop of your delicious flavor. 

Still shaking, you let him bottom your bruised mouth once again and Patrick was face fucking you almost savagely without any mercy until he reached his peak as you milked his aching cock so perfectly, literally drowning in his hot cum but you swallowed all of it like a good girl was supposed to.

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Damien McDermott Conquers the World: Chapter 1

Chapter One

If you had told me a year ago that I would be standing up on stage receiving my high school diploma, along with several scholarships to colleges I had only dreamed of getting into, I would’ve called you crazy. Hell, I probably would’ve cussed you out and beat the pulp out of you too. But here I was, unable to fight back tears as my mother beamed up at me with pride. I didn’t even care about the whispers and criticizing words of my “friends” behind me, I just took my place in the seats and stared at my diploma with wonder. I felt two sets of strong arms wrap around me and I beamed up at my boyfriends, Emile and Remy, who had graduated with me. Their eyes shone with pride and Emile, who usually hated displaying physical affection, gave me a kiss so passionate that I almost fell off my chair.

“Oh my god, we did it!” Remy practically squealed, jumping up and down with excitement. A few fellow graduates around us smiled at Remy fondly, another fantastic improvement from this year. Emile laughed and ruffled Remy’s hair, making our lover whine and scramble to fix it. As the last few names were called the two of them returned to their seats and we all turned to face the front and finish the rest of the ceremony. It was boring to have to sit through almost 1,000 names being called, and I couldn’t wait for the after party at my house, with just my boyfriends, my real friends, my mom, my brother and sisters, and me. It was incredible how much my life had changed in just one short school year. It may have been hard, but I regretted none of it.

***

September 6, 2017, the first day of my senior year of high school. Well, technically the first day of my second senior year. I’d taken all the classes, done all the curriculum, and even started a school hockey team the year before, but apparently I have to actually do the work. Who knew, right? My blood was boiling as I walked through the familiar beige hallway and I shoved this skinny blond kid into a locker to make myself feel better. He cussed after me but I ignored him, making myself as tall and intimidating as I could with my staggering height of five feet three inches. I thought I recognized him from a couple baseball games I’d been dragged to by friends, but I wasn’t quite sure.

“Yeah, so? It’s fine man, that kid’s probably been through worse than a shove,” I said with a snicker, trying to fall into stride with Patton as we walked to class, my much shorter legs having a hard time keeping up with his pair of beanpoles.

“‘That kid’ is Virgil, I’ve already told you that, and he’s my age so don’t sound do patronizing. You’d like him if you gave him a chance! I think you two could be friends!” Patton sounded so excited as he said that, it almost made me not want to shoot him down.

“You know I don’t do that friend shit. Besides, I don’t have time for it anymore. I need to focus on graduating,” I replied, grudgingly muttering out the last part. Patton awed and wrapped an arm around me in a side hug. Except he didn’t let go, but that’s just Patton. I smiled a little bit and continued on until the two of us reached the classroom. Well, it wasn’t exactly a classroom. The round room, as it was ‘affectionately’ called, operated as the orchestra room, green room, girls changing room, audition room, intro to guitar room, and the sometimes marching band room. It was the only place in the entire building where the air conditioning actually worked, and as it was in the music suite, no one but the music and drama kids knew about it. A couple jocks and cheerleaders knew here and there because they took Mx. Joan’s intro to guitar class, as Patton and I were today, but they were the good ones, and were welcomed into the giant, dysfunctional, drama-filled family. Some of them even auditioned for the school musicals, and there were three guys from the football team who were basses in the choir. Roman, my best friend’s younger brother, was the high school quarterback but always auditioned for the plays, was in the guitar class, and was a RAGING homosexual. I could see his crush on Patton from a mile away, but I didn’t say anything. I knew it would happen in its own time.

“Damien, Patton, you’re late,” Mx. Joan said as we entered the room. Patton smiled sheepishly and apologized, but I grabbed my guitar off the stand and took my seat. The teacher chuckled and checked our names off on their list as present before turning back to the rest of the class to resume the lesson. Patton had sat beside Roman already, but the seat on the other side of him was empty. I plopped down, nearly sending the tiny metal chair buckling to the floor.

“My bad,” I said with a shrug when Mx. Joan whipped their head up to look at us. I could see them fighting back a smile and jotted down another victory in my mind.

“I’ll excuse it this time, but if you’re late again I’ll mark you down. Now let’s begin; Does everyone have their books?” There was a faint shuffling throughout the room as the other students and I pulled out our music books from our backpacks. The same books had been used for years, and were tattered and worn and marked up by past students. My own book had had a crude drawing of a certain appendage with the words ‘Mx. Joan sucks dick’ until I scrubbed it off the cover with rubbing alcohol. I mean, from how they flirted with Mr. Sanders it probably wasn’t wrong, but it still pissed me off. I felt a tap on my shoulder and glanced up to see Patton looking down at me.

“Hey, can I share your book? I forgot mine at home,” Patton said with a sheepish smile on his face. I shrugged and was about to say yes before my eyes fell on Roman, who was already plucking at his guitar strings. A small smirk spread across my lips.

“Nah, we’re on different levels. Why don’t you ask Roman?” I suggested innocently, trying not to laugh as Patton’s face burned. He mumbled something before turning to Roman and I sat back, satisfied with my little matchmaker game. Who knew I’d actually have fun at school?

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Inktober for Writers, Day 18

Prompt: Misfit Fandom: Perfect Strangers Title: Don’t Look Back Summary: [Season 7ish] In which Jennifer and Mary Anne’s high school reunion proves to be an awkward situation for them, Larry, and Balki.

Notes: Takes place in early S7. I found it interesting that, based on what Mary Anne lets slip in S5’s “Three’s a Crowd,” it seems that Jennifer had quite a bit of dating trouble in high school; it’s also somewhat implied in S6’s “Speak, Memory,” when Jennifer’s mother assesses that Larry would never abandon Jennifer (implying that she didn’t have that confidence in any of Jennifer’s previous boyfriends).  And so, this vignette happened…

Cross-posted to AO3 & FFN.

It was apparent that Balki seemed to be the one most excited about attending Jennifer and Mary Anne’s high school reunion in Iowa, even moreso than the girls. If anything, Jennifer had seem somewhat reluctant to go—something that Larry had picked up on, knowing the feeling all too well; Larry had tossed the invitation to his high school reunion a couple years ago directly into the trash, having no desire to see the likes of Bunky McDermott or Becky Jo Quinn ever again, and knowing that Balki would have begged him to go and take him with him if he’d found out about it.  Of course, irony had a funny way of doing things, and Bunky McDermott had ended up finding Larry anyway in Chicago a year ago—and Larry found out the hard way that Bunky was still the mean-spirited leader of the in-crowd that he’d always been.

He’d moved past that, but he knew the memory of it would linger—and there were, clearly, some unpleasant memories lingering for Jennifer.  She didn’t talk much about her high school days, but from the bits and pieces that Mary Anne had shared, it was clear that the both of them had been late bloomers, and Jennifer especially so—from apparently not being able to keep a boyfriend to even going dateless to the senior prom.

Whatever else she had been through, Larry was determined not to let it ruin the evening tonight; he would remain calm and as charming as he could and show that Jennifer had done well for herself and had married happily.

She was still visibly nervous as they approached the doors to the rented reception hall where the reunion was being held; she caught his eye, and he gave her a reassuring nod—he did, after all, know exactly where she was coming from, having been the awkward one during his teen years, as well.  She did seem to take some reassurance from his, and when he offered his arm, she happily linked her arm through his and entered the hall.

Jennifer had worn her very best evening gown for the occasion to make a good impression on her former classmates, but Larry (in a pressed tuxedo) wasn’t even looking at the dress; his eyes were on her face, as he was still incredibly smitten with his newlywed bride.

Behind them, Mary Anne, also in an evening gown, entered with Balki, clad in his Myposian tuxedo.  Mary Anne seemed a little nervous herself, though she seemed far more ready to put her feelings behind her and try to enjoy the evening.

Jennifer found herself wishing that she could do the same.

They dined and danced a little bit, but when it came time for mingling, there was very little that the other guests seemed to have to say to Jennifer and Mary Anne.  They were definitely recognized—they received some cordial greetings, but, for the most part, they seemed extremely out of place, despite the familiar faces and settings all around them.  As their discomfort increased, even Balki’s enthusiasm began to rapidly wane.

Larry drew an arm around Jennifer and was about to suggest that they duck out early when someone else called out to the group.

“Hey, Lyons!  Spencer!”

A group of women were headed their way, most of them following the one in the lead; Larry was forcefully reminded of Bunky McDermott, but he didn’t say anything—he just tightened his hold around Jennifer, who had suddenly gone rigid at the sight of the other women.  Mary Anne also seemed to be distressed by their arrival, as well, clutching Balki’s hand and squeezing it with such force that he looked at her in surprise.

The woman in the lead surveyed Mary Anne and Balki for a moment before turning to Larry and Jennifer.

“Lyons, it’s been a while,” she said.

Jennifer hesitated in her reply, and suddenly took Larry’s left hand in hers, holding them up to show off their wedding rings.

“It’s Appleton now,” she said.

“Really?” the lady replied with a smirk.  “Well, as I recall, your problem wasn’t finding a man—it was keeping him.”

Jennifer blanched and Larry indignantly drew their hands back so that he could embrace her fully again.

“Those days are in the past,” Larry insisted.

The woman surveyed Larry with a smirk as her friends giggled derisively.

“I give it six months before you realize you could’ve done better.”  She ignored Larry’s furious sputtering and turned back to Jennifer.  “You’ve still got nothing to offer, have you?  Shallow and neurotic as ever, and only a handful of dollars to your name? Nobody wants a misfit, Lyons.”

“You are way, way out of line, Moon,” Mary Anne snapped, her voice uncharacteristically cold.

“I suppose you got yourself hitched, Spencer?” Miss Moon queried.

“…Not yet, but I’m hopeful,” she admitted, squeezing Balki’s hand again.

“Well, you’ve got a better chance than Lyons, at any rate.  You, at least, have personality.  But not much else…  Just another misfit.”

“How you can say such terrible things to Mary Anne and Cousin Jennifer?” Balki asked, stumbling over his English in his shock.  “They are kind and caring, and they don’ toss around cruel words like you are doing!  That makes them the most beautiful women in the room!  They shouldn’t believe your babasticki!”

Miss Moon arched her eyebrows as Balki spoke; Mary Anne was looking at him in admiration, but Miss Moon didn’t seem dissuaded.

“Well, I see why you were attracted to Spencer—you’re just another misfit.”  She looked at Larry again.  “And what about you?”

“I think you ought to leave,” Larry responded, tranquil fury evident in his voice.

Balki looked over at his cousin in concern; he knew from experience that if Larry was quiet and angry, then it was a much more serious—and almost always righteous—anger than his usual default bluster.

Miss Moon seemed to sense that she was treading on thin ice and walked away with her entourage.  Mary Anne sighed in relief to see her go, but Jennifer still didn’t move, her face red with embarrassment.

“Everyone…  I’m sorry…” she said, after a moment, her voice breaking.

“Jen, you don’t have to be sorry about anything!” Larry exclaimed, gently touching the side of her face.

“That’s right—you were not the one saying terrible things about people!” Balki agreed.

“Balki, she’s upset that we were insulted,” Mary Anne said, gently.  “That group of girls were the popular ones when Jennifer and I were in high school.  They didn’t like us very much, and being shunned and insulted by them wasn’t very good for our social lives.”

“I didn’t want to come here at first,” Jennifer admitted.  “But then I thought about it, and I wanted them to see that…” She trailed off.

“…See that you got the marriage and the life they thought you couldn’t have?” Larry finished.

She nodded, blinking back tears; Larry held her close as Balki and Mary Anne each put a hand on her shoulders.

“Now I understand why you wanted to go to Bunky McDermott’s party last year,” she added.  “I should’ve realized this would’ve ended the same way for me…”

“Well, at least you don’t have a sunburn?” Larry offered.  His heart lightened a little to see the traces of a smile cross her face for a moment.  “And Jen, whatever she said about…  Well, all that… babasticki,” he added, borrowing his cousin’s appropriate description of it.  “You know it isn’t true, right?”  He knew she knew it wasn’t true, but he also knew all too well how anxiety worked—how reassurance was sometimes everything.

“I know,” she said.  “But even the thought of you losing interest in me because you found someone better…”

“I couldn’t find anyone better!”

“…Larry, that’s so sweet of you to say, but there are women better than me.”

“Well, you’re the best for each other,” Mary Anne pointed out.

“Mary Anne’s right!” Balki exclaimed.  “All four of us are best for each other—the best of friends.  That is how you know you will both have a long and happy marriage—so many years you have already spent as friends, getting closer and closer.”

Mary Anne gave him a hopeful look—this was as close to an allusion of an eventual marriage between Balki and herself that she’d heard him say, and she would hold onto it—for what he described about Larry and Jennifer surely applied to them, too.

Balki now drew one arm around Larry and Jennifer, and the other arm around Mary Anne.

“We may be four misfits… but we sure do fit together pretty well, huh?”

“We sure do, Buddy,” Larry replied.  He looked around at his wife and their best friends.  The smile had finally made its way to Jennifer’s face in full.  “Well, how about we misfits duck out of here early and enjoy a night on the town—just the four of us?”

“It sounds wonderful,” Jennifer agreed.

And Balki and Mary Anne eagerly nodded.

They practically bolted out the door and into the night, not sure what was in store for them, but knowing that they would enjoy it together.

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For maximum people, our first poker revel in become nowhere close to a casino. both we found out from pals or family contributors in domestic games, or we plugged into the web poker craze. still, the concept of gambling poker in an actual brick and mortar (b&m) on line casino, with all of the attendant points of interest and sounds, could be very tempting for most. so what do you need to understand when shifting your home or online capabilities to on line casino play? there are many differences between online and b&m play, but two elements you may at once need to take into account are tells and on line casino type.

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2. kind of casino

All casinos are not created identical. ten years in the past, before the explosion in poker recognition, most casinos did now not have a poker room at all, or at exceptional, a small section of the blackjack floor partitioned away where two or three $1 to $2 restriction video games may take place. obviously, things are different now, but there are nonetheless enormously exclusive forms of casinos wherein one might play poker. the primary is a card club. these are most typically discovered in locations like california, in which poker as a recreation of skill is felony, but a few other playing games are not. although they’ve accelerated to other games, these clubs are frequently designed to play poker. as such, you’re probable to locate the most experienced poker gamers here, even though not necessarily the most powerful and that they have their proportion of travelers as well. the extra common kind of casino is a las vegas style casino. those casinos have made fortunes on blackjack, slot machines and roulette and did now not certainly awareness on poker in the past as it isn’t always a massive money maker for the on line casino. unlike the opposite games, that are towards the residence (the on line casino) and are dependent in order that the house continually wins ultimately, poker is a sport where the on line casino handiest makes money with the aid of taking a percentage of each pot (referred to as “the rake,” generally no greater than $four a pot) for themselves. despite the fact that now rare, some casinos take “time” instead of a rake, which means every half of hour a representative of the on line casino comes round and collects a predetermined sum of money from each participant in the sport.

of those las vegas style casinos, you’ll locate what i think of as poker casinos vs. visitor casinos. a poker on line casino is one that has usually had poker as a part of its draw. these encompass the bellagio and the mirage in las vegas and the taj mahal and borgata in atlantic town. a traveller on line casino is one of the aforementioned casinos that did now not have poker at all until the recent increase made it profitable as a draw to get players into their casino. of course each of these varieties of casinos cater to tourists, but the poker casinos are in which you are much more likely to discover specialists. which of those kinds is greater in your taste is for the character to decide.

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These haven’t any concept what they are approximately to walk into. down here to have a great time, they figure ‘why no longer give poker a attempt?’ in spite of everything, how different can it be from the home sport they have performed their whole lives?”

–Matt damon as mike mcdermott in “rounders”

For maximum people, our first poker revel in become nowhere close to a casino. both we found out from pals or family contributors in domestic games, or we plugged into the web poker craze. still, the concept of gambling poker in an actual brick and mortar (b&m) on line casino, with all of the attendant points of interest and sounds, could be very tempting for most. so what do you need to understand when shifting your home or online capabilities to on line casino play? there are many differences between online and b&m play, but two elements you may at once need to take into account are tells and on line casino type.

1. Tells

The primary situation the general public have while moving from online to b&m play regards tells. a inform is a bodily motion a player performs that can deliver warring parties a clue to his hand, along with placing a hand to the face while bluffing. on-line, seeing that your opponents cannot see you, physical tells are not absolutely concern (there are on line tells, but this is past the scope of this newsletter). in fact, one popular poker site has an advertising marketing campaign wherein they invite the ones gamers who’ve a “awful poker face” to join, when you consider that nobody can see your face on line. within the film “rounders,” quoted at the beginning of this article, the villain is undone through the manner in which he handles an oreo cookie depending on whether or not or not he has a huge hand. in fact, tells are hardly ever this severe. maximum of the time when you play in a casino, especially a “traveller” casino (see following), your fighters are tons more concerned with what they may be keeping than what you’re. even when an opponent scrutinizes you, staring you down even as thinking of a call, they’re generally just thinking about how tons they like their personal hand. actual tell-spotting calls for lengthy, cautious remark of a player’s tendencies; you are no longer likely to present plenty away on an person hand  The Nine Casino. specialists like to provide the impact that they can simply look proper into your soul and realize what you’re protecting, however there may be plenty extra to it than that. in case you’re clearly involved you could buy a pair of reflective sun shades to put on so no person can see your eyes. you can additionally continually wait a predetermined quantity of time (5 or ten seconds) earlier than performing whether your hand is powerful or not so robust and pick a predetermined spot on the table to stare at while waiting for someone to reply on your motion.

2. kind of casino

All casinos are not created identical. ten years in the past, before the explosion in poker recognition, most casinos did now not have a poker room at all, or at exceptional, a small section of the blackjack floor partitioned away where two or three $1 to $2 restriction video games may take place. obviously, things are different now, but there are nonetheless enormously exclusive forms of casinos wherein one might play poker. the primary is a card club. these are most typically discovered in locations like california, in which poker as a recreation of skill is felony, but a few other playing games are not. although they’ve accelerated to other games, these clubs are frequently designed to play poker. as such, you’re probable to locate the most experienced poker gamers here, even though not necessarily the most powerful and that they have their proportion of travelers as well. the extra common kind of casino is a las vegas style casino. those casinos have made fortunes on blackjack, slot machines and roulette and did now not certainly awareness on poker in the past as it isn’t always a massive money maker for the on line casino. unlike the opposite games, that are towards the residence (the on line casino) and are dependent in order that the house continually wins ultimately, poker is a sport where the on line casino handiest makes money with the aid of taking a percentage of each pot (referred to as “the rake,” generally no greater than $four a pot) for themselves. despite the fact that now rare, some casinos take “time” instead of a rake, which means every half of hour a representative of the on line casino comes round and collects a predetermined sum of money from each participant in the sport.

of those las vegas style casinos, you’ll locate what i think of as poker casinos vs. visitor casinos. a poker on line casino is one that has usually had poker as a part of its draw. these encompass the bellagio and the mirage in las vegas and the taj mahal and borgata in atlantic town. a traveller on line casino is one of the aforementioned casinos that did now not have poker at all until the recent increase made it profitable as a draw to get players into their casino. of course each of these varieties of casinos cater to tourists, but the poker casinos are in which you are much more likely to discover specialists. which of those kinds is greater in your taste is for the character to decide.

the maximum important factor to don’t forget is that whether or not it’s on-line or inside the casino, poker is poker. play a smart game and also you have to rake within the chips, whether or not they are virtual or made of clay.

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These haven’t any concept what they are approximately to walk into. down here to have a great time, they figure ‘why no longer give poker a attempt?’ in spite of everything, how different can it be from the home sport they have performed their whole lives?”

–Matt damon as mike mcdermott in “rounders”

For maximum people, our first poker revel in become nowhere close to a casino. both we found out from pals or family contributors in domestic games, or we plugged into the web poker craze. still, the concept of gambling poker in an actual brick and mortar (b&m) on line casino, with all of the attendant points of interest and sounds, could be very tempting for most. so what do you need to understand when shifting your home or online capabilities to on line casino play? there are many differences between online and b&m play, but two elements you may at once need to take into account are tells and on line casino type.

1. Tells

The primary situation the general public have while moving from online to b&m play regards tells. a inform is a bodily motion a player performs that can deliver warring parties a clue to his hand, along with placing a hand to the face while bluffing. on-line, seeing that your opponents cannot see you, physical tells are not absolutely concern (there are on line tells, but this is past the scope of this newsletter). in fact, one popular poker site has an advertising marketing campaign wherein they invite the ones gamers who’ve a “awful poker face” to join, when you consider that nobody can see your face on line. within the film “rounders,” quoted at the beginning of this article, the villain is undone through the manner in which he handles an oreo cookie depending on whether or not or not he has a huge hand. in fact, tells are hardly ever this severe. maximum of the time when you play in a casino, especially a “traveller” casino (see following), your fighters are tons more concerned with what they may be keeping than what you’re. even when an opponent scrutinizes you, staring you down even as thinking of a call, they’re generally just thinking about how tons they like their personal hand. actual tell-spotting calls for lengthy, cautious remark of a player’s tendencies; you are no longer likely to present plenty away on an person hand First Casino. specialists like to provide the impact that they can simply look proper into your soul and realize what you’re protecting, however there may be plenty extra to it than that. in case you’re clearly involved you could buy a pair of reflective sun shades to put on so no person can see your eyes. you can additionally continually wait a predetermined quantity of time (5 or ten seconds) earlier than performing whether your hand is powerful or not so robust and pick a predetermined spot on the table to stare at while waiting for someone to reply on your motion.

2. kind of casino

All casinos are not created identical. ten years in the past, before the explosion in poker recognition, most casinos did now not have a poker room at all, or at exceptional, a small section of the blackjack floor partitioned away where two or three $1 to $2 restriction video games may take place. obviously, things are different now, but there are nonetheless enormously exclusive forms of casinos wherein one might play poker. the primary is a card club. these are most typically discovered in locations like california, in which poker as a recreation of skill is felony, but a few other playing games are not. although they’ve accelerated to other games, these clubs are frequently designed to play poker. as such, you’re probable to locate the most experienced poker gamers here, even though not necessarily the most powerful and that they have their proportion of travelers as well. the extra common kind of casino is a las vegas style casino. those casinos have made fortunes on blackjack, slot machines and roulette and did now not certainly awareness on poker in the past as it isn’t always a massive money maker for the on line casino. unlike the opposite games, that are towards the residence (the on line casino) and are dependent in order that the house continually wins ultimately, poker is a sport where the on line casino handiest makes money with the aid of taking a percentage of each pot (referred to as “the rake,” generally no greater than $four a pot) for themselves. despite the fact that now rare, some casinos take “time” instead of a rake, which means every half of hour a representative of the on line casino comes round and collects a predetermined sum of money from each participant in the sport.

of those las vegas style casinos, you’ll locate what i think of as poker casinos vs. visitor casinos. a poker on line casino is one that has usually had poker as a part of its draw. these encompass the bellagio and the mirage in las vegas and the taj mahal and borgata in atlantic town. a traveller on line casino is one of the aforementioned casinos that did now not have poker at all until the recent increase made it profitable as a draw to get players into their casino. of course each of these varieties of casinos cater to tourists, but the poker casinos are in which you are much more likely to discover specialists. which of those kinds is greater in your taste is for the character to decide.

the maximum important factor to don’t forget is that whether or not it’s on-line or inside the casino, poker is poker. play a smart game and also you have to rake within the chips, whether or not they are virtual or made of clay.