#i’m just pissed i thought i finally found a new show to watch

[coffeeisfortheresponsible]

i hate that old nickelodeon shows are borderline unrewatchable because you now realize how many inappropriate and weird things were put into them by dan schneider. it genuinely makes me so angry that he was allowed to be in charge of writing the scripts for kids shows and no one stopped him from adding in sexual jokes and scenes. and now the shows are ruined and permanently uncomfortable to watch because you know why those scenes are there. i hate it.

[misssilversunny]

Incel shiggy kidnaps idol reader

Or rents lookalike idol reader (and he does what he wants with her bc this is the closest hell ever get) (then gives a fat check accompanying his fat load)

God, so many thoughts… head in hands rn/pos

Couldn’t decide on which one I like more, so here’s both kinda. Part two to this. Also, I’m assuming that by lookalike, you mean a sex worker who cosplays as the reader? I hope this is to your liking!

MDNI

CW/TW: Implied Kidnapping, Shigaraki is an incel so his opinions of sex workers are Not Great, I’m very new to writing smut

Shiggy tries hiring lookalikes but they never compare to you. You’re pure, a saint- no, goddess among men. These whores simply use your likeness to make a quick buck off of filthy nobodies like him. But sometimes a toy isn’t enough.

He hires one he finds on a porn site. They’re a convincing lookalike, even going so far as to mimic your voice. Even though you don’t talk like that. She laughs at a subpar joke he made, her laugh high and shrill, closer to a shriek than your angelic voice.

He brings her home while everyone else is out or in their rooms. He’s already been flamed by Dabi for spending so much on chicks that look like you, just thinking about it pisses him off.

He drags her into the room by her arm, ignoring her whining about his grip. When they get to his room, he tosses her on the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock without looking at her.

She has on a pair of themed panties with little bows on them. She says her “best friend” got them for her. They’re themed after that damn boy idol group. Specifically, the boy who’s constantly touching you or making you laugh. That little shit has no fucking right being pressed up against your cunt, themed underwear or not.

Shigaraki turns her panties to dust, kneeling down until he’s face to face with her pussy. He shoves his face in, licking her slit and plunging his tongue into her hole. He wanted to practice before the real thing. He knew that one day you would be his, and he needed to be sure that he was your best. Plus, he found that he actually enjoyed eating pussy. He knew once you two were together, he’d be buried between your thighs 24/7.

He sped up his tongue as her moans got louder, circling her clit and tapping it before going back to her soaked hole. She sounded fake at first, but soon her voice became genuine as her orgasm approached.

Shigaraki flipped her onto her back before dropping back to his knees. He showed no mercy, sucking her clit into his mouth and licking it in tighter circles as his fingers plunged inside of her. With one final suck, her thighs clamped around his head as her orgasm crashed into her.

He forces her legs apart as he lines himself up and fully sheathes himself in one harsh thrust. Her legs clamp around him as he sets an unforgiving pace. His dick has an extreme upward curve, and his position keeps hitting her g-spot without even trying.

She’s teary eyed at this point, begging him for more. He grabs her thighs and pushes them until her knees are by her ears, leaning down until their breaths were mixing.

He leans further and licks a stripe up her throat, biting just below her jaw. "Gonna breed this nasty cunt. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he says, lips pulled into a sneer.

“Yes, Ohmyfuckinggod please cum in me. I need it please oh my god oh fuck." Just another way she wasn’t you. You’d beg him to pull out. But it didn’t matter. He was too close to complain.

With a final cry into the musky air, her cunt clamps down on his cock. He groans, his hips stuttering as he presses himself flush with her hips, spurting out rope after warm, thick rope of cum into her pussy.

He stays inside for a few seconds before he pulls out, watching the globs roll out of her abused cunt. He doesn’t snap a picture, instead leaving $1,500 on the nightstand next to her before leaving to clean himself up.

He’s scrolling on his phone a little while later when he sees you’ve posted to your Twitter again. Your group is going to be returning to the city in three weeks and holding a concert the day of their return. You’re posting about how you can’t wait to be reunited with your beloved pet cat and sleep in your bed again.

Shiggy gets tickets to the concert and decides to follow the car the group came in to your house. After everyone has gotten to their homes, you are dropped off last at a fancy looking apartment. Shiggy watches you enter the building and watches the windows to see which light turns on.

You’re high up, but that doesn’t deter him.

He walks into the building, trying his best to not draw attention to himself as he climbs the stairs. He reaches your floor with great effort. He really should exercise more. He leans on the wall next to the elevator to catch his breath.

While he’s standing there, a guy in a Pizza Hut uniform walks out of the elevator, looking around.

“Hey, do you live here?” He asks, tilting his head. Shigaraki stiffens, trying to not look guilty.

“I’m trying to find room 816. Someone ordered a pizza, garlic bread, and soda. Big soda too, they must have a pretty severe sweet tooth.” He continues, trying to make small talk. Shiggy pushes himself from the wall, motioning for the man to follow. He leads him to a supply closet on the floor, pushing him inside when he hesitates. He snatches the boxes in his hand, placing it on a shelf.

“Wait, what the fuck?” The delivery man turns to Shigaraki, “Nice prank, ha-ha. Now where is Room 81-“

Shigaraki grabs the man’s neck, careful to avoid his clothes. The man’s eyes grow to the size of dinner plates before shooting to Shigaraki’ wrist, desperately trying to claw his hand off like a rat in a glue trap. With a pitiful gasp, he crumbled to dust, leaving just his clothes.

Shigaraki emerged from the closet a few minutes later and approached your door, knocking. You opened the door clad in only a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized top, flashing him a smile.

“Ah! My order! Thank you! Come in and place it on the table, I’ll get the money!”

[juuuulez]

showing them your party dress, and they judge you (thinking it’s slutty or they get jealous) and won’t come to the deannas party with you. you get drunk and they help u 😝😝😝 (comfort angst)

info: Rick Grimes x Reader, NSFW, sorta drunk sex, Spencer is a creep, unsafe sex/pulling out, p in v.

summary: After pissing you off over a comment about your outfit, Rick tries to prove your worth another way.

omg idk when this escalated into smut but it did, but thanks for the request!!! thought i’d show rick some love because he’s soooo dilf and there isn’t enough rick appreciation on this page

You wrap your hair around the curling iron, clamping down the hot metal and holding it in place. Tonight, Deanna is having a party for the new residents, and you’d been practically buzzing with excitement all day. Not only was Alexandria a miracle to come across, but they treated life with some semblance of normality.

“That the dress you’re wearin’?” A voice behind you asks, your gaze fluttering up to watch Rick through the mirror. He’s standing behind you, eyes scanning the dress you’d put on.

It was black, form-fitting and short. Paired with some kitten heels, you looked good enough to eat. Except, you’d thought it would illicit a bit more… excitement from your boyfriend.

“Yeah,” You agree, “Rosita found it for me. Said I’d look good in it.”

As if to prove your point, you turn around, giving a little spin in an almost childish manner. Rick stands there, stone faced, not betraying a single emotion.

“You do,” He finally lets up, “But is this the impression we wanna give?”

A response doesn’t come right away, silence filling the space between you as the words stew in your mind. They sound strangely negative, causing your brows to furrow into a little frown.

“C’mon, baby. You know what I mean.” Rick tries again, having sensed that he’s said something wrong.

But you’ve already turned away, continuing to primp your hair in the mirror. “Are you coming tonight?” You ask, completely avoiding his previous misstep for the sake of not becoming upset before the party.

“No, not tonight,” Rick sighs, “Got some shit to sort out.”

This one doesn’t get a reply either, and Rick knows that you aren’t pleased. So far, your relationship has been anything but normal. Back at the prison, he’d kept you at an arms length, finding your alluring nature and sweet smile threatening to his morals. Yet, over time, he’d let you in, and you’d wormed your way into his life.

“You could stay home, too. Wait for me. We’ll watch a movie when I get home.” He ends up suggesting, trying to alleviate your souring mood.

It’s fruitless, for you’re still persisting. “No. I want to party, like every other person in this town.”

“In that dress?” He questions once more.

You turn again, shooting the older man a glare. “Yes. Now leave, I’m getting ready, and you’re distracting me.” You essentially demand, and as not to get bitten, Rick obeys.

Part of you is pissed that he folded so easily, even though it was your bad temper. Regardless, you swore to have fun tonight, Rick or no Rick.

So, you finished doing your hair, even going so far as to put a little makeup on. It felt good, all of it, mainly because it just felt normal. You ventured from your house, trailing down the street to where the commotion was, eager to have a fun night out and remove Rick’s comment from your mind.

Though you claimed to be over it, your actions were saying otherwise.

Alcohol wasn’t commonplace during the apocalypse, at least not for your group. It wasn’t a necessity, and would only worsen the burden of surviving, having to recover from hangovers or be momentarily inebriated.

But tonight? You’d drink as much as you wanted to. Wine had never really been your favourite, but now, it was like liquid gold.

Maybe you were still annoyed at Rick, and you certainly were annoyed at Spencer, who kept talking to you at every possible opportunity. He didn’t like Rick, so in favour, you didn’t like him.

Everything turned into a blur at one point, and you would vaguely remember sitting down on the couch, nursing a cup of water in hand. Who gave you water? It didn’t really matter, for once more, Spencer had sat next to you.

He offered you another glass of wine, and stupidly, you took it.

“Ever get bored of playing with your old man?” He asked, lips upturned into a wicked grin, like the joke was supposed to be amusing. It wasn’t.

There’s a sickly feeling in your stomach, though it doesn’t stem from the alcohol, but guilt. “I need some air.” You end up mumbling, uncoordinatedly stumbling from the couch.

Spencer follows a few steps behind you, his hand on your arm with the feinted intention of helping.

“Without you!” You clarify in a drunken yell, messily yanking both heels from your feet, leaving them in the hallway while you make a break for the door.

Fortunately, Spencer gets the message.

Not that it mattered, for there was another face you didn’t want to see, waiting right outside.

Rick looked so good in the little police uniform they’d given him, with his clean shaven face and trimmed hair. It was a completely different man from the one you’d known, but delicious nonetheless.

“I don’t need your help, asshole.” You snap whilst faltering down the steps, barefoot on the pavement. Right now, he didn’t deserve the satisfaction of helping you, or knowing how good he looked.

“Yes you do, c’mon.” Rick persists, and when he moves to take your arm, you don’t protest. Maybe you are a little far gone. He gently leads you along, one hand wrapped around your shoulder, the other carefully tugging the bottom of your dress down a little more.

It’s a short walk back home, to the little picket-fenced house you’ve been living in. The instance you’re inside, you collapse on the couch, melting into the fabric and willing to pass out right then and there.

Rick kneels down on the ground, leaning in and removing your jewellery. Necklace, earrings, bracelet. Once they’re all set aside, he sits on the couch, the movement causing you to rise with a little frown.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, large hands scooping under your thighs and manoeuvring your body into his lap.

When you only look down, he grips at your chin, forcing the eye contact. The frown deepens, though now out of defiance, still drunk and a little pissed off.

“We’ve spent so long bein’ dirty ‘n muddy ‘n gross..” You begin in a mumble, the words coming out as one long sigh. “I just wanted to feel sexy.”

“You are so sexy,” Rick urges, hand caressing your side. “Always.”

“Then you should’ve come to the party with me.” You retort, that sad look still on your face, and it takes everything in Rick not to kiss it off.

“I know, I know. I should’ve been there,” He agrees, “And I should’ve told you how damn good this dress looks on you.”

Your nose scrunches up in confusion, “I thought you didn’t like it.”

Rick finally releases his grip on your chin, skating both hands down the smooth curve of your sides, all nicely contained in that skimpy dress. It’s like a perfect package, one he wants to unwrap.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby. I love it,” He reveals, eyes locked onto yours, “But I wanna be the only one who can love it.”

A grin finally grows on your lips, still all pink and glossy from the makeup. Even in your drunken state, there’s something alluring about the way you lean closer, breath fanning over Rick’s lips.

“Then prove it.” You whisper.

Like a moth to a flame, Rick bites. He closes the gap, savouring your sloppy kisses as you devour his lips, hands fumbling to cup either side of his smooth face. Somehow, kissing him felt even better drunk, like everything else just melted away.

Disconnecting, Rick trailed purposeful kisses down your neck, sucking brief marks into your skin, staking his claim. He peeled the straps of the dress down, pushing the fabric down under the swell of your breasts, until they were completely bare to him.

You gasped as his lips trapped a nipple, fondling at the supple flesh whilst worshipping you with his mouth. But you were already strung tight, not having the patience to deal with a night of teasing.

Fingers hooked into his belt, painted nails scratching at the denim as you failed to muster enough coordination to unzip him. “Please.. please, Rick.” You whined.

“I know, baby. Don’t have’ta beg tonight.” He assures you in that rough, yet soothing tone, taking over and pulling his cock free of its restraints.

Rick pushes the dress up over your hips, the soft fabric now simply a band around your waist. You’re eager to take him, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders whilst you hover over his thighs, allowing Rick to line you up and make the slide easier.

The drunken haze has faded some, replaced by a blanket of arousal as you slowly ride him, fingers gripping at his shirt. You’re saying something, begging probably, but it doesn’t make any sense. Not that it matters.

Though you’re set on riding him, Rick knows you’re probably sore from those heels all night, so he grips tight at your hips to flip you over, drilling you down into the plush couch.

“Fuck..” You gasp, head lolling to the side as Rick bites into the flesh of your neck, body completely surrounding you as his thrusts become powerful and short, angled up right where you need it.

“I know, baby. You can take it.” He grunts, using all his strength to draw you closer to the edge.

By now, he knows your tells. The tightening of your cunt as it squeezes him, the way your legs wrap around his slim waist. Whatever words make it from your mouth, though unintelligible, take on a whiny pitch.

Rick snakes his hand between you, pressing firm, tight circles around your clit that make you gasp and squirm under him. “Quietly, baby. You can do it. Let go for me.”

And that you do, hips bucking upwards as your peak finally hits, muffling your cries into his shoulder. The pulsating around his dick causes Rick to finally falter, managing a few more staggered, sharp thrusts before roughly pulling out and spilling onto your stomach. Spurts of white cum coat the bunched up dress, some even reaching the underside of your tits.

“Fuck,” Rick pants, catching his breath. “Looks like you can’t wear this dress anyway.”

[jiggy-manda]

hiiii

please write about Amanda Young x fem!reader :)

she gets very jealous and furry when someone flirts with us :)))))

jealous!amanda young x fem!reader

warnings: none… age gap kinda? obv amanda is in her 30s but reader is in her 20s so just take that how you will

wc: 1.6k

your situation with jigsaw and the apprentices was… different.

you weren’t an apprentice, per se, but you also weren’t completely a victim; you floated around somewhere in between. like a middle-man, almost. you were never directly involved with the crimes, though you were definitely knowledgeable of them. you’d been tested as well, but for some reason it seemed like your test wasn’t… as brutal.

you’d talked to amanda a few times, mainly when you were begging to be let go and she was busy laughing at you. some part of you kind of thought she went easy on you, but you couldn’t tell if that was true or if it was just you making up things to cope with what had happened.

ever since your test, you’d been staying with john and the apprentices— which you later learned was not normal for other jigsaw victims. you never found out why, but there was always a slight feeling in your brain that the lingering looks from his female apprentice had something to do with it.

either way, it was something you chose not to dwell on because you knew it would only lead to more questions and more disappointment.

it felt pointless to continue stewing over it, so for the next few minutes you continued on in your notebook, writing down different plans john or the apprentices had mentioned over time and looking over the new list of people and their offenses.

you were so busy reading a file on some new contraption that you didn’t even notice the shadowy figure suddenly hovering above you.

mark hoffman was perched on the side of your desk with one leg hanging off the edge. “what are you working on?”

amanda quietly scoffed at his presence from her makeshift bedroom, a bit in shock that you would even entertain the man. you, on the other hand, were just looking for a way to exit the conversation with him.

looking up at mark, you quickly realized he was way too close— you could smell his cologne, or lack thereof.

she tried not to keep looking at you, but amanda couldn’t help but stare. she smirked as she watched, noting how you subtly crinkled your nose when he leaned towards you.

amanda has never liked hoffman. hoffman, not mark— she’d never dare give him the pleasure of addressing him by his name. she never liked him, but she disliked him even more when he interacted with you. in the back of her mind, a small part of her thought he just continued to talk to you simply to piss her off. he’s not completely clueless; he knows how to push amanda’s buttons. he’d probably talk to you even if he didn’t like you just to fuel his vendetta against the small brunette.

she didn’t like it when he was around you.

“…oh, you know. just, traps and stuff, i guess…”

“you guess?” he laughed at that. “c’mon sweetheart, you gotta have more confidence than that.”

you sighed, setting down the pencil you’d been holding to look up at him. “do you need something, mark?”

“oh come on, don’t be like that,” he replied. “you barely talk to any of us! i’m just trying to get to know you.”

you looked down at the hands you had eventually clasped and set against your desk. you then gave him a tight smile. “okay… what do you want to know?”

he grinned. “you got a boyfriend?”

you instinctively recoiled back, hoping the disgust you felt didn’t show on your face. if you asked amanda, she would’ve said it did— but she wasn’t even watching, of course not.

taking a moment to clear your throat, you met his gaze to respond. “no, i don’t.”

the brooding woman in her makeshift bedroom finally spoke up, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “but i’m sure she’d love to hear a proclamation of love from a man twice her age.”

he turned his head towards amanda, the force of his movements causing even his body to shuffle. “can’t you just mind your business?” he shot back.

you were planning on jumping in, eventually— but the decision of what to say was still playing around in your mind. to be fair, you were in a borderline cult of serial killers, so your sexual preferences really should be the least of their concerns.

“whatever you say, old man. im just pointing out the obvious, that’s all. i don’t think a woman your age would even go for you, honestly.” the corner of amanda’s lip turned into a grin when she saw mark’s hand twitch.

“you know what, smartass?” he said, slamming his palms on your desk as he stood up. “you wanna say that again? what the hell is your problem?”

amanda pushed herself off of the perch she called a bed. “you’re my problem, asshat. you think you’re so much better than me and everyone else just because you’re some high class detective who’s never failed a drug test in his life,” she spat out.

mark got closer to amanda, nearly backing her up to one of the desks close by. at this point, your brain had finally started working again, so you rushed to get between the two.

“okay, can we please be a bit rational here?”

you were facing mark, watching as the upper part of his mouth twitched, and you just managed to keep a straight face when amanda mumbled something about ‘his lip injections going haywire.’

“and can you please sit down?” you finally addressed both of them. they both grumbled as they made their own separate ways to take their places.

clearing your throat, you returned to your seat and ran your hands through your hair. “she’s not completely wrong,” you said as you faced the man who’d started this whole thing. “i don’t mind if someone’s older than me,” you started, looking back at amanda to correct her comment.

you looked back at mark, studying his face before finishing your statement. “but i don’t date men.”

amanda, for once, was happy your attention was focused on mark and not herself. she did not need you to see the shock (intrigue) on her face at that revelation.

mark just stared at you for a few moments, not quite sure what to say.

“oh.”

“yeah,” you started, your face starting to heat up at all the attention on you. it didn’t help that the topic of the matter was your sexuality and love life. “so. um… yeah.”

“then… you got a girlfriend?”

amanda perked up at this, wishing she could appear less interested.

“nope,” you let out with a sigh. “but it’s whatever. i like it here anyways, working on traps and helping out.”

“sure,” he said, scanning the room. it seemed like he didn’t really know what to do at that point… it was clear that flirting with you was his only objective, so it’s not like you had anything else to talk about. “i’m gonna go ask john about one of the next traps but i’ll be back soon.”

you nodded, while amanda gave a “yeah, whatever.” you tried not to laugh at their back-and-forth demeanor. it was clear they didn’t like each other— though, you weren’t a very big fan of mark either. you had a hard time believing anyone was, really.

amanda, however… you weren’t quite sure how to feel about her. you never interacted much; mark made more of an effort to talk to you, and you didn’t even like him. if anything, you were confused by amanda.

she didn’t really talk to you, but for some reason it was like she didn’t want anyone else talking to you either. on the rare times that she did give you more than a few minutes of her attention, she would snap at anyone who interrupted the conversation— anyone besides john, of course.

“so you’re gay?”

the question struck you out of your thoughts, nearly making you jump. you turned and faced amanda completely, pausing a few minutes to take in her presence.

“yeah.”

“cool.”

a few silent seconds passed before amanda spoke again with a slight smile playing at her face. “me too.”

“yeah?” you tilted your head, meeting her eyes.

“yeah… and i really didn’t like seeing hoffman flirt with you,” she replied.

you paused, not sure whether you should push it any further. “amanda young,” you said with a dramatic gasp. “were you… jealous?”

she immediately scoffed, rolling her eyes where she stood. “you wish.”

“i think you were,” you replied, taking a step closer. you tilted your head to the side and looked into her eyes. “i’m not stupid, amanda. you’re not subtle in the way you snap at everyone who tries to interact with me.”

her face slightly flushed at that. “that’s not true,” she sputtered out. “i snap at everyone.”

“pfft, yeah, whatever,” you let out.

“im serious,” she said, taking hold of your arm. you looked down at your arm and then back up at her, raising your brow. she quickly let go of it and brought her arm back. “i just don’t like people,” she reasoned. “it’s nothing personal.”

“sure.”

“whatever,” she huffed out. if looks could kill, you would’ve been six feet under by now. you didn’t know a small body could hold so much rage, but you figured you’d save the psychoanalytics for later.

it was clear that you’d gotten under her skin, and a small part of you felt a bit of pride that you’d gotten the usually stoic girl to stutter and blush.

you grinned, making your way back to your desk covered in blueprints and plans. “and amanda,” you started. “let me know if you ever want to… collaborate.”

a/n: yayyyy more amanda fics 😙😙 this was really fun to write <3 i might make another part? idk i feel like leaving the ending open was kinda fun 🫣

[telyscope]

Omg! Just read your jealous hc and this gave me an idea. Can you do something where Neteyam and the reader are best friends (he’s in love with her, obviously) and Ao’nung notices. He tries to flirt with the reader just to get on his nerves and he succeeds his mission. Neteyam tries to stay away from her for a while because he can’t stand the thought of her with someone else and everytime he sees her is just pain. She notices and question him about it and he finally confesses. (If you could do, it would be great! Sorry if this is confusing, english is not my first language)

of course!! i’m sorry isnt the best or seems a little rushed, im still getting used to writing longer fics! but i still hope you enjoy<3

neteyam x fem!reader

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you and neteyam were inseparable. ever since you guys were kids, you two were always around each other. as you grew older your relationship with neteyam had only grew stronger, and now that you two were new to the metkayina clan, you only had each other

it was painfully obvious to everyone else that neteyam liked you. though for some reason, you were the only one that couldn’t tell. i mean sure he’d openly flirt with you here and there, but you always just brushed it off

aonung on the other hand, indeed did not just “brush it off.” he first caught onto neteyams little crush on you when he saw neteyam smiling at you and looking down at the ground while smiling when you weren’t watching

ever since he saw that moment, all the other hints were so clear. he noticed every time neteyam smiled at you or watched you in awe

he would’ve found it cute, honestly.. only if it was anyone other than neteyam. and what better way to piss neteyam off than to flirt with his beloved.

aonung, roxto, and tsireya were showing you and neteyam around the reef along with lo’ak and tuk. it was so, so beautiful. you wanted to see all of it, the entire reef. but your swimming and breathing capabilities were getting in the way of that.

the four of you rose to the surface to catch your breaths, aonung, roxto, and tsireya following shortly after. tsireya understands you guys can’t swim or hold your breath as well as them, but aonung and roxto can’t help but let out a small laugh

“stop that aonung” tsireya hits him on the head, trying to knock some sense into him

his smile slowly fades but widens once again when you two make eye contact. “you’re right tsireya, im sorry. it’s not their fault they can’t swim as well as us. it’s a shame, truly, i would’ve loved to show y/n around the reef, but i wouldn’t wanna tire her out.” you vaguely hear sarcasm in his voice, but you’re too busy focused on his words to care about his tone of voice

you mouth falls agape and you stare right into aonungs eyes. “no no that wouldn’t tire me out, i just cant keep up with you, that’s all. i would love to explore the reef some more.”

“is that so? well then, what do you say i show you around, just the two of us. ill hold your hand the whole time so that you don’t get lost.” aonung flashes a rather flirtatious smile, and your face gets hot.

“just the two of you? really?” neteyam turns to focus all his attention on you. “how do you know he won’t leave you stranded all alone. you barely know each other.” the irritation in neteyams voice is clear, and the glare in his eyes is sharp.

“neteyam, calm down. do you really think the chiefs son would do that to a guest?” you respond, confused by neteyams sudden annoyance.

“she’s right, my father would kill me. i just want to show her how beautiful the reef is. no harm in that, right?” aonung adds on, purposely sneaking a wink at you at you to provoke neteyam even more.

neteyam was pissed. was he doing this on purpose? worst part was, you didn’t even seem to mind it. in fact, you were excited to go with him.

“cmon bro it’ll be fine, let’s just go back and find kiri.” lo’ak says trying to ease neteyam, clearly catching onto his anger.

neteyam doesn’t say another word. he just looks at you for a moment before swimming off with the rest of them.

—

how long has it been? an hour? two? you and aonung finally finished exploring the reef, and goodness was it gorgeous. you cant wait to tell neteyam all about what you saw, that is.. if you can find him.

everyone was gathered on the beach except for him. lo’ak, kiri, tsireya, tuk, all of them. where was neteyam? he was always the first to welcome you back after you went somewhere, but he was nowhere in sight.

“lo’ak, do you know where neteyam is?”

“nope, once we got back from the reef he left and i haven’t seen him since.”

how strange.

perhaps he’s just tired. he hasn’t gotten much rest since the arrival here, so maybe he went to sleep early. it’s fine, you’ll talk to him tomorrow.

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it’s been almost two days and neteyam still hasn’t talked to you. at first you gave him space in case he truly was mad at you, but now it was just getting tiring, and you were sick of it. it was obvious something is upsetting him, and you were gonna find out what.

you observed him as he talked to lo’ak on the beach. it was already eclipse, and you watched the way his spots faintly glowed under the dark sky. there was a nervous feeling gnawing at your stomach and you just couldn’t figure out why. “it’s just neteyam,” you remind yourself.

lo’ak started walking back to the hut, and you took the chance to finally speak with neteyam. you paused for a moment before you continued your steps towards him. he looked serene, beautiful even, but there was a glint of sadness in his eyes.

“neteyam,” you mumbled out, your footsteps matched your voice, soft. he shifted his body towards you, his back facing the ocean with his arms crossed. he had the same look on his face he did just seconds ago. you exhaled slowly, a light breeze blowing your hair. you could feel his stare on you, it was intimidating. you finally lifted your head to meet his eyes. his eyes reflected the stars and for a moment you forgot what you were gonna say.

“neteyam, did i do something?” your voice was hesitant at first, but your pace sped up, “i mean- you’ve been ignoring me, haven’t you? you’ve never ignored me. what’s going on.” you let out a deep breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

he didn’t say anything for a moment. he just stared into your eyes with no visible expression. “do you have feelings for aonung,” he finally lets out.

what?

what?

did he really just ask that? you stare at him with utter disbelief for a moment. “i’m sorry, what?” you scoff. “you don’t talk to me for almost two days and that is the first thing you say?”

“im giving you your answer.”

“no, no you are not. is this some sort of awful joke?”

he lets out a breathy laugh, and you can see his body tense up, “you just don’t get it do you?? how much more obvious do i need to make it for you to finally get the damn hint?” his arms fall to his sides and his voice becomes more assertive, “for fucks sake i like you, y/n, i’ve loved you for years, and you still haven’t noticed?”

oh.

the both of you fall silent. seems you aren’t the only one in shock, neteyam takes a step back as if he couldn’t believe what he just said either. you stand still for a good minute, unsure of what to do. perhaps you shouldn’t have brushed off all the hints after all. the wind gently blows his braids and he stands tall. you could admire him for hours. you practically already have. you always find yourself unknowingly staring at the way his eyes shine in the sun, or the way he smiles, or the way he’s so, effortlessly, alluring.

but right now was not a moment to just stare at him. your heart is racing and the nervous feeling comes back. “neteyam..”

“no i’m sorry just forget what i said i didnt-“

“neteyam,” you cut him off, “i see you.”

[thatweebnooneknows]

Okay so I FINALLY got around to playing season 2 of minceraft story mode and … Literally everyone who thought it was bad WHATTT?? like yea, there were plot issues and some really common tropes but it was good??? Like, I’m kinda crying at the ending good? (Although I do cry at a lot of stuff so…)

Maybe have some nostalgia since I played it as a kid, but I really think this game was worth playing (not at full price tho, jesus) but watching a play though on YouTube at least? DEF worth it.

Jesse was great as usual, some choices gave me some laughs, and his generally she was fun (mostly, some parts of the firsts chapters really pissed me off) I really enjoyed all most of the characters, def missed Lukas a lot of the characters who didn’t really show up in this season, but actually came to enjoy the new characters quite a lot. Radar was quite tropey in his characters, but I still found him fun, and Stella was pretty annoying interesting (Luna was fun at least) Jack uhh… Fine ig? Nurm was great, got some chuckles… Everyone else is kind of a spoiler, but absolutely love what they did with the main villain in the end! (Other than the superhero/shounen-esque battle, could’ve used more power of friendship.) I always have been a sucker for sympathetic villains, so I guess that kind of makes sense for me…

And yannow what, Petra actually came around for me at the end of season 2! At the beginning I thought she was just going through a similar arc to Aiden, but those final conversations with her were just so perfect, really finished her character well. (Still not sold on Jack tho, well at least I didn’t get him killed?)

And maybe it’s because I didn’t watch many teen dramas or school based shows as a kids, but I really REALLY enjoyed the kind of ‘moral of the story’ at the end, where it’s okay to say goodbyes, cause life moves on… going in my ‘good morals from good games folder’

I know that there probably won’t be any more official content since no one really plays it anymore (and everything else), but that ain’t gonna stop me hyperfixation over it for an unhealthy amount of time!

In short PLAY/WATCH MINECRAFT STORY MODE

(Now i’m gonna go crawl into my hyperfixation cave and not leave for at least a month)

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim 5x11 

This is the to the rest of the series.

I recently mentioned that I had found a fic with the pairing of Kim and Jay. I didn’t like it at first but the more I watched the show the more I felt like they missed an opportunity for a very healthy relationship. This is a series that starts at 5x11 of how I think their relationship would have progressed had it been done.  

I’m writing this as I watch the episodes. I’m almost done with season 5 and have most of that planned out already. This season and the ones to follow are completely new to me so this should be as fun as it is challenging. So everyone that wants to jump on for the adventure- here we go! 

Kim is ready to get the hell out of dodge. Her emotions were whirling uncomfortably in her stomach. She had thought that she had been doing the right thing. She was firm and let Sienna know what she had to do to keep out of trouble. In reality?  

She had got her CI killed. 

All her dreams, of being a chief, making her life better. Kim had killed those too. Even with Hailey's support, Kim was still reeling with her decision-making abilities. How was she supposed to know when to go by the book and when to protect her CIs at the expense of the case? And how did everyone else on the team seem to do it so easily? Kim felt like she was being ripped apart at the seams. 

She stopped when she saw Jay working on his computer. He had been on desk duty over the last month since the blow-up with his CI. Kim had heard he had been sleeping with her. Voight had been pissed and there was clearly a loss of trust between him and Halstead. Kim felt for him, he had been through a lot the last year. Everyone on the team had been silent about it but they knew he was having a PTSD flare-up. 

Kim was bidding him goodbye as she passed his desk. Jay returned the sentiment as he stood up gathering his things and reaching for his jacket. Kim paused and the decision came easily to her. She turned back to him, and he raised his eyebrows in question. Kim noticed the exhaustion painted all over his face when he didn’t have the chance to mask it. 

She didn’t hesitate as she pulled Jay into a hug. A real hug, not one of those halved-assed quick squeezes that some people call hugs. Jay froze jacket still hanging from his fingertips. Kim was a warm heat against him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist; cheek pressed against his chest. Most people would have let go with the period the hug wasn’t reciprocated. Kim was a nurturer and more stubborn in her ways than most.  

Jay felt his throat clog up. It had been a long time since he had any sort of friendly physical touch from someone who didn’t want something from him. Whether that be a comfort for themselves or straight-up sex.

Kim’s care vibrated through her. He could feel it now vibrating pure and warm through him. He dropped his jacket on the back of his chair. His arms wrapped around her, his grip tighter than hers. He slumped into her, taking the comfort that she so freely gave. Kim doesn’t let go until Jay loosens his own grip. 

“What was that for?” Kim meets his blue eyes, and he sees the glaze of moisture over hers. 

“Because I needed it. I thought you might too.” She blinks back the tears gaining control over her own emotions. “I know you don’t like talking about it. I get that, I do. But if you decide you want to, I’m always here for you to talk to or just sit with. Whatever you need, Jay. I mean it.” There is a moment of pause and Jay nods. “Molly’s?” 

“Actually, I have something I have to do.”  

Kim sat at the bar a drink in her hand. The team was supposed to be meeting up but so far it was only her and Adam. “Was what you said to that girl about me?” Kim let out a loud breath. She took another long pull of her drink. 

“Yes,” Kim heard Adams hard intake of breath. She had mixed feelings about Adam hearing that. It was a relief because he finally knew how she felt. In the same token she didn’t want to have this conversation. Not when she was already feeling so raw.  

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to actually agree.”She sighed and shook his head. Of course he didn't, even when they were together they were talking and skirting around each other. The deep honesty didn't come easy. And when they finally did have it it didn't come cheap.

It had cost them their relationship.

Kim took another long pull of her beer draining it. She set it back on the bar top.  “Sometimes you just have to cut the thread that ties.” Kim tosses some money onto the counter. “It’s been a long day. I’m going to call it a night.”  

 

There is a hesitant knock on Kim’s door followed by a firmer one. Jay is standing in the hallway of her apartment complex. He holds out a case of beer in offering and gives Kim a noncommittal shrug as she leans against the door jam. “The offer for not talking still good?”  

[numinousher]

“Fucking asshole.”

Those were the first words you uttered out as soon as you finished reading Jong-seok’s messages. Years together and he really left you like that? A complete utter trash of a man. And a pussy, too, for not being able to tell you to your face that he found another girl.

You sniffed, holding in your tears. You don’t know who to call. Jimin and Taehyung are finally getting some after who knows how long and you didn’t want to deal with their pissy attitudes.

You continued to sniffle, immediately throwing away pictures of you and Jong-seok throughout the years. You grabbed any stuffed animal, any shirt of his, jewelry, and threw it away.

“A fucking bitch,” you angrily grumbled to yourself. “When I see him I’m kicking his ass. I’m kicking his ass so hard for wasting my time and for fucking breathing.”

You heard rapids knocks as you talked to yourself and ignored it. You bumped into a table and groaned with annoyance once a cup, a cup that Jong-seok still left there after you told him to wash it, fell down and broke.

“Piece of trash,” you told the cup as if it was Jong-seok. You sniffled as you stared at it, your tears threatening to spill.

Jungkook, having been outside knocking, opened the door—tested his luck—once he heard the glass shattering. He came to see you looking at a broken cup, with your bottom lip jutted out and your eyes set in a hard glare as if the cup was a person.

“Hey, idiot,” he muttered, catching your attention. “Move away from the glass.”

“What are you doing here?” You sniffled, wiping away your tears.

“Where’s your broom?” He asked in a low tone, not looking at you. You gestured to it in the small space between your fridge and the wall and watched as he kneeled down to pick it up. You silently watched him. “You’re Jong-seok’s girlfriend?”

“Ex,” you scoffed out. “Why?”

“He and my fucking girlfriend were cheating on us with each other,” he roughly said. With the way he was picking up the glass and the way his hands shook with anger, you backed away a little because it looked like he was going to explode. “Texted me saying that they were going to move in and if I had known you, Jong-seok’s girlfriend, lived next to us, I would’ve cheated on her with you. Because what the hell.”

“No, you wouldn’t have,” you said, processing the news about your ex-boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend. “You don’t look like the cheating type.”

“I’m talking out of my ass,” Jungkook mumbled. He threw away the shards of glass and looked at you. “I wouldn’t have done anything but I’m so fucking pissed and I blame myself so, I’m thinking of the what-if’s.”

“I’m so mad,” you admitted, crossing your arms. “It’s 2 am. 2 am and they just-they just decided, “Hey, we’re going to leave the people that loved us and gave us a home because we love each other”? I wasted years with that piece of shit.”

“Don’t even get me started,” he breathed out, taking off his hoodie. You looked at his arms due to the black tight t-shirt he had on—hey, Jong-seok cheated, you could at least look—and looked up at him as he went to speak again. “I really thought me and Sienna were going to get married. Hell, that’s where I was going with after. We just moved in, bought an apartment together, and I was so ready for the next step… I feel like my heart is broken.”

“On the good news, I at least don’t have to listen to you moan like the other day,” you lightly teased, hoping to make the situation lighter. But, a dark look overcame his face.

“The other day?”

“Yeah,” you sniffed. “The day after we met.”

“Idiot, I was working that day,” Jungkook blinked, taking out his phone. He showed you the pictures of the sunset he took. “I wasn’t even home until, like, 6 PM. Did you not hear my motorcycle? I revved it extra loud for you around that time and in the morning.”

You paused. “Oh, yeah… then who the fuck did I…” Your face immediately scrunched up at the realization. “Ew! Did I hear my boyfriend fucking your girlfriend?”

“Oh, god,” Jungkook groaned in disgust. “In my bed?” You winced. “Wait, what about you? I heard you guys around two-ish weeks ago.”

“I wasn’t even home, I was at my mom’s to take care of my grandmother for 2 days,” you paled. You gulped and looked towards your room as if there were a monster inside. “I don’t want to sleep in my bed no more.”

“I don’t want to sleep in mine either,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. “Oh, my God. Wait, did your boyfriend get quieter during sex around the same time we moved? Because we moved in a month ago.”

“Yeah!” You nodded. “Had your girlfriend gone quiet, too?” He nodded, too. “Did you find this place or did she?”

“She did…” Jungkook’s face fell even more at the pieces being pieced together. “They’ve been cheating on us for a while, Y/n.”

You stayed in your spot, frozen, before looking up at him. “Want some hot chocolate?” Without hesitation, he nodded. “Sit on the couch. We need to talk more about this because what the hell.”

He nodded.

He sat down and watched the decor of your apartment. He hummed under his breath. “Your decor doesn’t scream… you.”

“Because it isn’t me,” you snorted as you heated up the milk. “Jong-seok didn’t live with me but, he would come over a lot and would judge everything so I started switching up things for his sake.”

“Don’t even get me started,” he began as he recalled his own experience with his relationship. “Sienna doesn’t like my dog so he travels between my home and Namjoon’s.”

“You have a dog?” You gasped excitedly.

jungkook nodded with a nod. “Yeah, his name is Bam. He’s a Doberman and very silly. You’ll like him but I don’t trust you considering you lost your friend’s dog.”

“Ah, our infamous first time meeting,” you recalled in almost a sarcastic, yet dramatic tone. “Talking about first time meeting, how do you know Jong-seok?”

“His brother is one of my friend’s,” Jungkook explained, glancing over at you for a sec before looking away. “Hoseok?” You nodded. “I met him through Namjoon after the two found my tattoo page.”

“I’m not even surprised,” you muttered under your breath at the mention of his job. “You’re so tatted up, dude.”

“It looks nice, huh?”

“Very.”

You take him his mug and plop down next to him. You see he’s glancing at the TV and pass him the remote control.

“What?” He questioned, wondering why you decided to give him the controller. He took the hint before you could even open your mouth. “Oh, can I actually put a movie on?”

You nod.

“Whatever you want. It’s going to be a long night.”

He hummed in agreement before turning it on and seeing that a movie was opened up. He looked at it with amusement. “Pretty Woman?”

“Oh…” you winced. “We don’t have to watch—”

“It’s fine,” he said. “We’ll watch it. I’m craving a romance movie.”

2U⭑.ᐟ ── OO4. the ones that were left

BEFORE • MASTERLIST • AFTER

NOTE: was supposed to update but this time change fucked up my schedule and im sleeping so earlyyyy

TAGLIST: @an-ever-angry-bi @parapiop7 @renoirgoh @ldysmfrst @futuristicenemychaos @skyys-universe @carolinexkpop @han-nah-banana @somehowukook ... (open)

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“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” Part 2

Here is the long-awaited part 2 to “If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” 

Part 1

Summary: Your stepbrother Steve found out about your lie. How will you make it up to him? In the process will you lose Eddie? 

Trope: Friends to eneimes? to lovers; Eddie x shy!reader 

Warnings: Use of y/n, cussing, fighting, hurt to comfort

Word Count: 1.4k  

“Stay here” he kissed your forehead. He opened the door to a pissed off Steve “Harrington?” “Munson?” “What are you doing here” “Why is my sister's car in your lawn” “Sister?!”  

You walked out of Eddie‘s hearing yelling, “DID YOU KIDNAP HER” “No Harrington I didn’t and if I did I wouldn’t have her car in my driveway” HARRINGTON Fuck Steve knows “Oh so you have thought about it-” “What no” “Give me my sister- Y/N” Steve screamed when you made eye contact, he pushes Eddie out of the way into the house, he pulled you too him “We are leaving” “Steve-” before you knew it you were being pulled to your car “Did he hurt you” he asked checking your body parts “Steve no” “Did he touch you” “No” “Did he force you to be here” “Steve I wanted to be here” you saw Steve’s mood change from worry to anger “Am sorry WHAT you meant to be here, here at a guy’s house at HIS house” “Steve-” “No don’t Steve me what are you doing here with him a boy” “I just went over to watch a movie then we watch another then we accidentally fell asleep” “A MOVIE” Steve screamed “Yea a movie Steve way are you getting so worked up” “Because I know what guys think when they say they want you to come over to watch a “movie”.....wait you spent the night YOU SPENT THE NIGHT HERE” “It was an accident like I said” “Just get in the car” “But my things are-” “Get in the car y/n” he unlocked your car “How did you get my keys and how did you get here your car is in the shop” “I brought your spare key just in case something happened since you didn’t call last night like you were supposed to” “Steve I am sorry I-” “Save it let’s just go home” he started your car and drove away.  

Steve didn’t say a word the whole drive his knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his face was red. When you pulled into your driveway Steve quickly got out slamming your door you followed him out “Steve please listen” he kept walking ignoring you, he walked into room slammed the door and locked it shit. You waited hours for him to open the door but nothing than the phone rang, you answered “Hello?” “Y/N Oh my god are you alive” it was Alexis “Barely” “Listen I’m so sorry I tried to cover you when he called I said you were in the bathroom then an hour later he showed up at my house he was pissed not seeing your very distinct car” “No it’s ok I shouldn’t have asked you to lie for me” you heard Steve’s door open “I got to go” and you quickly hung up “Was that your new boyfriend Munson” he said sarcastically but also pissed because if you say yes he doesn't know what he would do , “No it was Alexis” he rolled his eyes “Ah the other liar” “Steve no she-“ "Save it go to bed we have school tomorrow” “But Steve-“ without a second glance he walked back into his room. 

Morning came you got no sleep Steve was still mad at you, your chances of being with Eddie are now slim to none, Eddie was probably pissed at you, that hurt the first boy who liked you gone just like that. You got ready in silence, when you finally made it, downstairs Steve was there waiting by the door, he didn’t even look at you. You grabbed some breakfast and ate it in awkward silence. He didn’t say I word the whole drive to school. When you pull into the parking lot he finally spoke “You will not see him again” “What?” “Munson you will not see him talk to him be near him ever again” “Steve- “ “And that’s final” he said getting out of the car. He waited for you to exit and walked with you inside as if he was your guard dog. Steve couldn’t “protect” you from Eddie for much longer since you have classes with him.  

You avoided Eddie. It sucked but you didn’t want to make Steve mad anymore, yes king Steve was a big jerk to many, but you knew him differently. Right before P.E Eddie finally cornered you. “Please talk to me” he said pleading “Eddie- “ you heard Tommy H’s annoying laugh and knew Steve was near it hurt you to do this, but you ran from him. For the first time in P.E you actually participated it was horrible to say the least. You hated avoiding Eddie.  

After school you were at your car waiting for Steve when you got in something or someone popped out of your backseat “Aaaaa” you screamed then you the crazy hair and puppy dog eyes Eddie, “Eddie you scar- why- how did you get in my car” “I have my ways princess” he said with a smile, that smile made you melt then you remembered “Eddie you need to go” “y/n please” “No Eddie I-“ the passenger door open. Fuck fuck fuck Steve got in the car “What is he doing here” he said scarily calm “He was- ““I was just giving her this” Eddie said handing you your purse you left at his house, Steve grabs it out of his hand and nodded at the door signaling him to leave.

God, you hated to look Eddie gave you when he left “Why are you such a dick” you told Steve “Excuse me?” He said “Yes you are a total dick to Eddie for no reason” “listen-“ “No you listen Steve I have been trying to explain this whole time and say I’m sorry and now you are going to listen” he stayed silent giving you the go ahead to continue “Yes I lied to you about go to his house and I’m sorry but would you have let me gone if I did tell you no right? And it was just a movie he got my favorite movie, and we watched it together. He-he is the first boy that has been nice to him the first boy that I am actually comfortable with the first boy that likes me and I like him a lot” you took a breath finishing “I- I didn’t know this y/n I’m sorry it’s just that I know how I am with girls how boys in general are with girls and I didn’t want that to happen to you I didn’t want him to hurt you or treat you horribly I’m sorry” “It’s ok Steve” one down one to go how were you going to make this up to Eddie “Go” Steve said “What?” “Go to him you both have that sad look on your faces” you look up seeing Eddie in his car with said sad look “Thank you” you got out your car making a b line to Eddie’s you open up his passenger door “Jesus” he said holding his heart “I’m sorry for everything and for scaring you can I please explain” “Explain everything or for scaring me “ he teased “For it all”  

You explained “So, I had to lie to Steve about me going to your house because he is a very over proctecvie stepbrother, I had my best friend Alexis cover for me but that didn't go well. After the blow up at your house which I am very sorry about, Steve didn't talk to me at all he was so pissed and I hated it then he told me that i couldn't see you anymore so thats why i advoid you and i agted that even more. And right now, which again I am so sorry about Steve beong rude to you but then after i talked to him let him know how i felt about this you and yea you see I’m so sorry about what happened” “Wow to be honest I thought I spooked you too much on Saturday" "Oh no I um really like it" you said blushing "So did I sweetheart" "So um how can i make it up to you" “How about Saturday? Movie date?” “Sounds perfect” Eddie leans in to kiss as you lean in then there was a bang on the wonder Steve is outside you can hear him through the glass “NO KISSING” “I’m still stuck on that Steve is your stepbrother”  

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[imagine-that-one-thing]

Chapter 9 "Crimson Threads."

Word count: 5,625

Harry x Anastasia || Fanfic series

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Harry's POV

The rain has been pouring heavily for the past hour. It seems as if the heavens have finally decided to open up and they don't plan to close anytime soon.

As I hold my hot cup of coffee, I watch the steam rise and feel the warmth radiating through my hands. I should be doing something else. Instead, I find myself perched on a set of stone steps, listening to the rain and staring into my cup, hoping to encounter answers I know I won't discover.

Most people turn to a bottle of whiskey to find explanations, but I know that won't solve anything. There are a lot of things I ought to figure out, but it appears as if life has become so hectic that I can't seem to uncover any answers. Maybe the next time I have a cup of coffee, I'll add a shot of whiskey to it. I need something to help calm me down and ease my mind from these questions that I can't find answers to. It feels like I'm attempting to solve a puzzle without all the pieces. Maybe the king has more pieces to this puzzle, but he's not prepared to disclose them just yet.

Maybe I have the pieces and I just don’t want to put them together.

"Why do you look so glum?" My sister distracts me from my drowning thoughts.

I glance up from my mug and discover my sister stepping closer, her hair thrown up in a bun and her sweater falling off her shoulder as she shoves her keys into her handbag.

"I thought you moved away years ago?"

She rolls her eyes at my comment, "Likewise... Some of us visit our family and stay for a few days."

I don't respond, I just take a sip of my coffee, not wanting to banter with her at this hour. “Why are you here at this hour?” I question, unsure why she is standing in front of me at six in the morning, “And how did you get past security? Nobody’s meant to be entering the palace.” She is the second person to visit me this morning, the first being Prince Louis.

My sister smiles, “That was an act of congress since you wouldn’t answer your bloody phone. I had to show my ID before the new kid called for Matthew and Matthew granted me access.” My sister informs me and I nod my head. “I heard about your shoulder and thought I’d check on you. I’ve seen some news articles across my desk… I decided to get here before the rest of the press.” My sister flicks her head to the gates of the Palace which will be lined with press and different personnel.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing major.”

"So, why are you so glum? Where's your princess?"

I glare at my sister and she curls her lips up into a smirk. She's doing this to purposely piss me off. It’s what she does best.

As kids, we continuously took the piss out of each other and found ways to get under each other's skin, and usually, I'd be all for our banter, but right now, I'm exhausted and I don't want backhanded comments... especially when it comes to Anna who is on the direct path of sharpened swords with everybody.

"Do you not like her or something?" I ask with irritation, unsure of where my sister stands when it comes to my relationship.

"I do," my sister nods.

"Then what is with the damn comments when it comes to her?"

My sister lifts her shoulders into a shrug, "Daddy Issues."

I roll my eyes and sigh, "You're annoying. Dad treated you well.... daddy issues my fucking ass," I shake my head at her, attempting not to laugh at her comment.

Contrary to popular belief, we always got along with our father, he wasn't the villain in our family story. Our parents went their separate ways but it wasn't for any drastic reason like he was an asshole or cheated, no.

Our parents outgrew each other and weren't on the same path when it came to life— they had different goals and aspirations— they were perfect for each other until they weren't. They served their purpose together and split ways civilly when we were younger. When we got a little bit older, their paths crossed and they remarried just last year.

"I like her, but I enjoy teasing you," my sister admits.

"Well, it would be beneficial if you were kinder to her. I realize being nice may not come naturally to you, but she would appreciate having nice people around her," I respond.

My sister can be challenging to read. She's often sarcastic, and sassy--there's a fine line between her liking and disliking someone, and it's not always easy to distinguish.

"I'm nice," my sister protests, holding up a bag of danishes. "I even had them inspected when I entered."

"You aren’t supposed to be here.”

My sister lifts her shoulders into a shrug, not seeming to care about the defence I am showing. "I want to make sure you know what you're getting into. I've read news articles and past royal biographies," my sister warns.

I nod. "Just try to keep your comments to a minimum."

"Is that why you seem so down?" she questions.

I rub my face in frustration. "I have a lot going on right now. Can I tell you something?"

My sister raises an eyebrow. "Depends on what you did."

"This is off the record," I respond, making it known she is not to repeat what I say from this moment forward.

My sister is a journalist who covers stories on the royals and major events in London. She's renowned in her career, but sometimes her attention to detail can be a problem.

"Is she pregnant?" she asks.

"No," I reply, surprised by her question.

"Thank goodness. We don't need a mini-you running around," she jokes. "So, what is it?"

“This is why I don’t call and tell you anything,” I mutter.

“You don’t call because you’re an asshole,” my sister chuckles.

“I did what you advised me not to do,” I begin, looking at her intently, hoping to find anything other than icy contempt in her expression. To my surprise, her lips curve into a small grin, and she cocks her head slightly to the side. She looks oddly content. I expected her to be pissed—anything but content.

“You fell for her, didn’t you?” she asks, her voice soft but knowing.

I silently nod, my heart pounding as I watch her reaction. Her smile remains gentle and understanding.

“I figured you would—”

I cut her off, my voice firm but tinged with desperation. “Before you ask if I know what I’m doing… I do.”

Her eyes soften, and she nods. “As long as you’re happy. But you know the tabloids are full of stories about her and her family, right? She’s the topic of conversation. This is bound to get out.”

I shake my head, frustration bubbling up inside me. “I know she’s the topic of conversation.”

“I have a lot of articles sitting on my desk that I have to sort through,” she says, her tone now serious. “You know I have to publish a few of them.”

“I know,” I sigh, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “Can you veto what you can? I can’t afford to leak anything right now.”

She looks at me for a long moment, then nods slowly. “I’ll do what I can. But you need to be careful. This could get messy.”

“I understand,” I whisper, grateful for her support despite everything.

If there are any security breaches, threats, or sensitive information related to the family that could potentially be leaked, I alert the PR team. The team monitors the monarchy's website and social media channels, as well as handles PR. I assist them with damage control when instructed by the King or when Anna requires it. On occasion, I share information with my sister to divert media attention away from the family. However, I have experienced instances where she has published stories that I did not approve of or were inaccurate, but this is part of her job.

“I can try. I can’t veto her taking the crown soon or her supposed budding romances.”

“That’s fine,” I say, my voice tinged with a weary shrug. “I don’t need to be in the articles,” I inform my sister just as my phone rings. I heavily sigh, staring down at the screen, my chest tightening with reluctance. I don’t want to answer it. I don’t want to deal with anything besides sipping my coffee at six in the morning, a fleeting moment of normalcy amidst the storm of secrets and uncertainties.

“I knew you screened my calls,” my sister says with a knowing smile, though her eyes betrayed concern. “Have you spoken to Dad?” she asks softly, her voice laced with worry.

I sigh again, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over me, both mentally and physically. The incident on the boat and my shoulder breaking and never fully healing has gotten me to this point. It left me more vulnerable than I cared to admit. Sometimes, I wish I could just breathe without worrying about the next crisis. Sometimes, I wish I could call Dad for advice, but I can’t risk breaching his safety. There are moments when I could use a hug or some fatherly advice.

“You know even if I have, I can’t tell you,” I admit, frustration and guilt mixing in my voice. I know where he is, but I can’t tell her, as much as I wish I could— I can’t. It wouldn’t be beneficial for her to know anything either way, she’d just worry.

My sister’s expression softens, understanding the unspoken rules that govern our lives. “He’ll be home soon to see you,” I offer weakly, trying to redirect the conversation away from my evasions.

“Have you told Anna?” she probes gently, her concern now focused on someone else I care deeply about.

I shake my head, a knot of apprehension forming in my stomach. “No, I’ll tell her when I’m ready,” I reply, my voice tinged with uncertainty and a hint of fear.

My sister persists, her words gentle but insistent. “Secrecy isn’t your friend,” she advises, her concern palpable.

“Don’t start on this topic, not right now,” I murmur, feeling the weight of every hidden truth pressing down on me. The incessant ringing of the phone underscores the urgency of my situation, reminding me of the difficult decisions and conversations I must face, all while desperately trying to maintain a facade of normalcy and control.

My sister nods her head, “I’ll see myself in, I’d like to see your girlfriend.”

“She’s in the centre room, it’s a small sitting room that leads to the balcony of the Palace. Take the elevator to the fifth floor. There will be a guard at the elevator and he’ll take you to her. I’ll call you later if I have time,” I dismiss my sister and answer my phone as it rings again, ignoring it again would be a horrible decision. My sister nods her head and walks up the steps and follows my instructions.

"Hello?"

“ID call in.”

I sigh, “Styles, 2832.”

“Your boarding pass will be sent to you in a few moments,” the woman on the other end of the phone informs me, “The following information will be given to you at the airport.”

I heavily sigh and bow my head, “Noted,” I respond, ending the phone call. Fuck.

The message on my phone is clear and concise—a boarding pass to Barcelona. Every call and every trip could mean a sudden departure into a world of shadows. This time, the urgency is palpable. Boarding at ten am. Two hours to prepare is tight, even for me. I hate this.

As I stride through the palace, its corridors feel less like passages and more like a maze designed to keep secrets and make secrets.

In the sanctuary of Anna’s quiet and unbothered quarters, I’m quick and efficient. A shower to wash away the morning's stress, clothes chosen for incospicuality—dark jeans, a versatile jacket, with a white button-down shirt. I scan Anna's quarters to ensure privacy before shifting a painting aside, revealing a concealed safe embedded in the wall. My fingers move deftly as I enter the code, and with a confirming beep, the safe swings open. I quickly gather the essentials—passport, various currencies, a compact survival kit, burner phone and a few personal items that keep me anchored, including my watch—and slip them into my bag.

I give my room one last sweep with practised eyes—no trace, no accidental leftovers. Satisfied, I lock everything and make my way out of the bedroom, my footsteps silent and measured. My breath hitches in my throat when I see Anna walking into her quarters, her hand closing the door at the entry.

“What are you doing here?” the words leave my lips before I can stop myself.

Anna raises a brow before grabbing her clutch bag off the couch, “I forgot my bag. What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes trailing to the small duffle bag that hangs in my hands.

I give her a small smile, “I will be back tonight,” I inform her, stepping closer to her and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Mhm” she hums, “Where are you going?” she questions curiously, my heart thumping in my chest at the thought of having to lie to her. “Oh, fuck,” she sighs, her eyes glancing at her phone. “I don’t have time, I have to go. I love you,” she kisses my lips before hurrying towards the door, her heels sounding against the flooring.

“I love you,” I respond, breathing a breath of relief.

The drive to the airport is a necessary pause, a moment to switch from the role of a royal aide to that of whoever I will be transforming into on this flight. The city blurs by as I rehearse the scant details of my assignment, ready to fill in the gaps once I land.

At the airport, I blend in, another face among the crowd. Yet, my awareness is heightened, scanning, always scanning. Reaching the gate, I check in as any traveller might, but my eyes catch every movement, every anomaly.

Boarding the plane, I settle into my seat, the boarding pass an innocuous slip of paper that belies the weight of the journey ahead. As the plane taxis and takes off, I’m already mapping out my first steps on Spanish soil to make contact with my local contact.

My phone buzzes, and I instinctively flip it over, expecting another batch of documents to review. To my surprise, it's a message from Anastasia.

"I've arrived at the ribbon cutting in the city. I haven't forgotten that you never mentioned where you were headed this morning."

I sigh heavily, conflicted by the necessity of secrecy in my line of work and the discomfort of withholding information from Anastasia.

"That's because I intentionally left it out. I'm off to Spain for a work seminar," I reply, opting for a vague yet prompt response, already feeling the weight of bending my protocols. "Enjoy your day and the ribbon-cutting ceremony. I love you," I add, hoping my affection will compensate for my evasiveness.

I watch as Anastasia's reply bubbles appear and disappear, feeling a twinge of guilt for the half-truths I'm compelled to give her. My life split between duty and personal, forces me to withhold the full extent of my activities—even from those I love. It's a precarious balance of maintaining personal relationships while securing the confidential nature of my work.

Her response pops up on the screen, her words laced with affection yet tinged with unease. "I love you too... Although, I don't like you being so secretive… it’s gotten more frequent."

I pause, knowing her discomfort is warranted. My position requires a level of secrecy that is often hard for others to accept. I type back, trying to reassure her within the limits of what I can disclose.

"It's part of the job, but I always come back to you," I write, hoping to soothe her worries without stepping over the boundaries of my operational constraints. “Blame Matthew.”

Closing the messaging app, I turn off my phone's display. The challenge of balancing my professional responsibilities with my personal life never gets easier, but it's a part of the life I've chosen.

♔♔♔

I walk through the north end door of the Palace, more than thankful to finally be home. The warmth wraps around my body like a comforting embrace, and I can't help but let out a sigh of relief. I'm exhausted, mentally and physically drained from the horrors of my time away. All I want now is to crawl into bed and sleep for a few hours, to forget the unsettling events that have unfolded.

The flight home was fucking cold and miserable, every bump and jolt reminding me of the turbulence in my own life. The drive from the airport to the Palace was no better, each mile dragging on as if time itself was against me.

Throughout my trip, I missed Anna deeply. I managed only a few texts to her here and there, brief moments of connection amidst the chaos. Her absence gnawed at me, a constant ache in my chest that I couldn't shake.

Now, as I step into the familiar surroundings of the Palace, I cling to the hope that being back home will bring some semblance of peace. The weight of the world feels heavier than ever, but here, surrounded by warmth and familiarity, I dare to believe that I can find solace, if only for a moment.

I enter our bedroom and close the door behind me silently, just in case Anastasia is sound asleep. I throw my jacket to the corner of the room before I observe Anna sitting up in the bed, the comforter draped over her, "Hey," she smiles towards me.

"You’re up late, what are you working on?” I question stepping closer to her and sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, glancing towards her laptop.

"The King ordered me to prepare the charity ball while he’s gone, so here I am making sure the dignitaries he wants are invited. Where have you been?"

I grow withdrawn for a moment, unsure of what to tell her. I didn’t think of the cover story I would need; it didn’t even cross my mind. “Harry?” she says, taking a cup from her nightstand and narrowing her eyes at me as she takes a sip.

“I told you…”

“Care to elaborate? Spain is vague.”

“I’m not allowed to talk about it.”

I’m not lying; I’m not supposed to say a word about tonight’s events. I should have been more efficient and come up with a logical story, but I am too tired, mentally and physically. The exhaustion weighs on me, and the last thing I want is to fight with Anna.

She looks at me, suspicion and concern etched on her face. “Why can’t you talk about it, Harry? This isn’t like you.”

I sigh, rubbing my temples. “Anna, I am tired.”

“That's the thing, you’re always tired.” … "I don’t care,” she bluntly responds.

Fuck.

Up until recently, she hasn’t questioned when I’ve gone missing or been gone for days without explanation. I’m not sure why she is suddenly noticing now.

I sigh as she takes a sip of her tea. “Anna... sometimes I have to fight fire with fire. Can you just take my word for it?”

Her eyes narrow over the rim of her cup. “You’ve always been vague about your absences, but this feels different. Why now, Harry? Why are you being so secretive?”

“I was busy,” I say, my voice heavy with fatigue. “I can’t tell you much yet.”

“Not yet?” She sets her cup down, frustration is evident in her eyes. “That’s not good enough, Harry. You’re asking for blind trust without giving me anything in return.”

“I know,” I admit, running a hand through my hair. “Anna, please,” I say, stepping closer. “Trust me. Just this once. I’ll tell you everything when I can, but for now, you have to trust me.”

She looks at me, her expression softening slightly. “I want to trust you, Harry. But it’s hard when you keep shutting me out.”

“You will have to deal with it,” the words leave my lips before I can stop myself.

Wrong words. Fuck.

Her eyes burn with hatred as she glares towards me, her lips screwed into irritation, "You're being shady."

"Jus' don't worry about it, okay?" I lean over and kiss her forehead. "Let me handle things."

"I don't like how you're handling things. I don’t even know what these things are."

"Well, I am sorry, you don’t have to like it"

Some things are better left unsaid. Where I was and what I was doing is best unknown at the moment. Perhaps one day it’ll come to light, but that day isn’t today.

“What happened to you? What’s on your shirt?” Anastasia leans forward, her eyes narrowing as she presses her hand against my shirt, inspecting the red stain spreading across the white fabric.

I look down, my heart skipping a beat as I grab the material between my fingers, stretching it out to see the crimson mark more clearly. The stain is vivid, fresh, and unmistakable.

"Harry, is that blood?"

I swallow hard, my mind racing for an explanation. "It's... it's not what it looks like, Anna."

I should have known better than to not inspect my clothes.

Her eyes widen, disbelief etched across her face. "Not what it looks like? It looks like blood, Harry."

I have to think quickly. "I... I cut myself earlier. It’s nothing serious."

Her gaze remains fixed on the stain, doubt lingering. "Where did you cut yourself?"

I hesitate for a split second too long. "On my arm. It’s fine."

Anna’s hand moves to my arm, gently pushing up my sleeve to inspect the supposed cut. I wince inwardly, knowing she won't find anything. Her fingers brush my skin, but there's no wound, no explanation.

Fuck.

She cocks her head to the side and raises a brow, "Do you want to lie to me again?"

I shake my head, "No, I'm going to take a shower Now."

"You've been spending too much time with my father and Syrus."

"What?" I question as Anastasia pushes the covers off her body and gets out of bed.

"You heard me, you're acting just as shady as them, and quite honestly, I don't like it."

"You're paranoid, go back to bed," I respond, stepping into the bathroom and flicking the light on, only for Anastasia to follow me. "Are you joining me in the shower?" I raise a brow cheekily, attempting to distract her from the argument she is most likely ready to create— she has a valid reason for being irritated and wanting answers, but I don't want to answer her. I don't want her to be consumed even further by what is happening or by what could happen.

I am trying my best to protect her from the shit show that is currently going on, she has dealt with more than enough and at this point, I am going to do everything that I can to not push her over the fucking edge. I don’t know how much further things will go before she begins to inch closer to the edge and I will be damned if she goes over it.

"Is that what things have come to? You tell me I am paranoid and everyone else telling me I am insane and imagining things?" Anastasia questions while I turn the knob to begin the water to heat up.

I of all people should not call her paranoid. She isn’t paranoid, she is onto something and I don’t want her to figure it out right now.

I turn to face her and I step closer to her, "I am being honest, believe me when I say there are some things better left unknown, please don't make this harder than what it already is."

I’m not allowed to tell her.

Anastasia pulls her hand away from my own and stares at me relentlessly, "Seems like everything is left unknown until it boils into something bad that can't be hidden."

I nod my head and heavily sigh. She’s relentless. "Where were you?"

"I flew to Barcelona for a conference. Can I take a shower now?" … "Why do you suddenly care?" I ask, noticing the tension in Anna's eyes. "I've always left on short notice without explanations, and you've never questioned it."

It hasn’t been until recently that Anna has questioned me about leaving or not being at events. This isn’t new, I’ve always been like this.

She glares at me, her anger growing with each second. "Because I didn’t care then!"

"So why do you care now?"

"Because I love you!" she snaps. "I didn’t care before because I didn’t want to love you. Now I do, and it's driving me crazy how you're always so secretive about these trips. I should’ve guarded my heart better and kept things casual. But here we are…”

Guilt twists in my gut. I hate keeping secrets from her, hate that my silence hurts her like this. But I can’t let her in. I can’t risk her knowing the truth. For a brief moment, I want to tell her everything, to let her see that my distance isn't about her. But I have to shut it down. I have no choice. So I force my emotions away, bury them deep where they can't interfere. "I can't explain," I say flatly, knowing it's not enough. It never is.

“If you regret being with me, just say it. We can end this anytime you want,” I offer, my voice steady even though it’s the furthest thing from what I want. But if it means keeping her safe, keeping her away from the mess I’ve tangled myself in, then I’ll do it. I'll let her go, no matter how much it tears me apart. If walking away is what it takes to give her back her sanity and shield her from the world I've helped create, then I'll do it without hesitation.

Anna shakes her head, “That’s not what I said.”

“Then for the sake of our relationship, leave it alone.” I respond.

"This conversation isn't over," Anastasia dismisses me and I heavily sigh as she storms out of the bathroom.

This is bound to be an interesting night. Just when I thought that things could settle down, I now have to face her. I lean on the vanity and stare into the mirror, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to think things through.

I knew that at some point these secretive late-night flights would come to light when she started to ask questions about my whereabouts. I thought by the time this moment arrived, I’d have the ability to speak to her about the events. I haven’t been cleared to do so yet.

I push away from the vanity and take my suit pants off, dropping my clothes to the floor before getting in the shower. The steaming hot water hits my body and I feel a sense of stress leaving my body for a brief moment. My body isn't cold and shivering and all the negative things that I have dealt with in the last two days are washing down the drain, hopefully, to never return.

I step out of the shower and Anastasia is leaning on the doorframe, I raise a brow but I do not say anything as she watches me reach for my towel and wrap it around my lower body. From the way, her lips are pressed firmly together and the way her eyes watch my every move, she isn't watching me because she finds me charming and good looking, no, she is watching me because she has things to say or she is trying to read me in an attempt to figure shit out.

I shuffle closer to her and press a kiss to her cheek, “Let it go,” I mutter as I slide past her, still not saying a word about where I was. I step towards the clothes Anna kindly laid out for me and I hold up a clean pair of sweatpants, wasting no time by pulling them up my legs before running the towel through my hair to dry it briefly. I place the towel in the hamper and glance over to Anastasia who has her arms crossed over her chest. I adjust my shoulder and attempt to move it, grimacing with each motion.

"How'd you get the blood on your white shirt? That is going to be hard to get out." Anastasia gestures towards the shirt I let fall to the floor before I went into the bathroom.

I heavily sigh as I pick it up from the floor, "I told you."

"That was a lie, you and I know that."

"Anastasia, please don't," I shake my head. I don't want to explain today to her. “I’m begging, please let it go.”

I fall to the edge of the bed and run my fingers through my hair. It is hard to draw a line between my job and being her partner, sometimes there isn't even a line, and sometimes I have to choose which one I want to take the role of. “I need you to know that I can’t explain everything to you, and I mean no disrespect by not telling you.”

“Fine,” anna responds; finally giving in. “But if I find out that you’re playing me, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

I softly chuckle, struggling to take her threat seriously, “I’m already in a living hell, sweetheart,” and I gesture towards the Palace walls, “Trust me, this is no heaven.”

“How are you so cool with keeping secrets?”

I heavily sigh, “I took note from your family's playbook,” I respond. “I don’t enjoy it, Anastasia,” I continue, “If you could trust me before this point with me leaving, I need you to continue to trust me.”

“I’d be stupid to blindly trust anyone at this point, my family is shady, my government is just as bad,” … “And I’d be equally as stupid to let you go with or without a trusting title.”

People always want what they can't have— but they should be careful what they wish for, a title comes with many burdens that not many want to deal with.

“So what is it? Am I staying or going?” I ask.

“Are you doing anything that jeopardizes me as Queen?”

I pause for a moment before shaking my head. Not technically. “No.”

“The monarch controls my life, I have to be able to trust you’re not fucking me over.” Anna presses.

If these members of royalty aren't happy, I don't understand why they allow the monarch to control their lives so much. If all of those who are unhappy were to rebel against the rules of the monarch, then surely, somehow, there could be a reform of amendment. It's like when a union goes on strike to express their issues of being paid inadequately or for whatever issue they don't agree with. When the union stands up and goes on strikes, it causes evaluation and further amendment of issues, changing the forms. Anna and Louis can't be the only ones who are having issues when it comes to being royal. Perhaps, if they band together, they could change things for the better.

But then again, who's going to listen?

The King and Parliament have had their chances to improve conditions and they haven't, I can only assume the chance of change is only going to occur when Anastasia is Queen, and if I'm being honest, I am somewhat dreading that moment. I know it is coming soon, more than likely she will be inaugurated as Queen in the New Year and be crowned before the spring. I fear the day Anna becomes Queen not just for her safety but her sanity. Being King has destroyed her father, he has gone off the deep end and there's no sign of him returning any time soon, although I know that she will not follow in the same steps as her father and get involved in matters that could kill her, there is part of me that wonders if she will be able to stay composed and genuine when she takes on such a role. Being a princess hasn't had the best of influences on her, she denounces it... I can only assume her being Queen will not cause a revolution where she will abruptly relish being royal. All I will be able to do is protect her, love her and support her through it all. I know she can handle the challenges that she may face, I have no doubt in her abilities, but I have seen her father decline over time and it worries me.

The monarch won't stand in my way when it comes to Anastasia, I have decided that on my own. I will stand in the shadows and be a silent partner while she's a part of the monarch. I won't force her to abdicate the throne when and if she ever takes the title of Queen, I will not force her to leave the monarch altogether. No. I plan to simply love her through it all and stand by her side. That crown will cause many arguments amongst us, I already know, but Parliament and the people of the United Kingdom won't separate us.

“You can trust me, I’m on your side,” I assure her, “I am merely working when I take these trips and it doesn’t concern the monarchy.”

She looks at me and takes a breath, and by the way, she slightly nods her head and shifts her eyes— she doesn’t believe me. 

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The Daughter - Chapter Five

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

Chapter: Five

Elenora was placing a box in her bathroom while Tim leaned on the door frame, watching her. “You know, this place ain’t half bad.”

“See, I told you it was worth it.” Whispered Elenora as she set the box down on the counter.

“Oh, it was worth it.” Said Tim with a sly smirk. “Just make sure you leave that top drawer open for me. Also, I’ll be wanting the side of the bed with the view of the door, and I figure I should warn you I like to drink my juice straight from the carton.”

“Shh, now. There are others around, and I would really rather not have my second dad hear you. I would like once this is all said and done for you to leave in one piece, so you can circle the block and come back up.” Elenora said as she walked past Tim and into the main area of the apartment, just as footsteps could be heard coming through the front door.

“Guess who Art found wandering around on the street?” Announced Rachel as she entered the room carrying a box.

“New guy? Bout time he showed up.” Asked Tim as he walked across the room to take the box from Rachel.

Rachel confirmed his suspicions with a nod and a look of displeasure. “He’s that gun happy cowboy from Florida we heard about.”

Tim let out a laugh. “No shit? He must have really pissed off Florida if they sent him out here.”

“Wait? Cowboy from Florida?” Elenora questioned as her eyes went wide. “Cowboy hat? Lean? Looks like an asshole?”

“Yeah?” Began Rachel in response, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Elenora. “How’d you know?”

“Guys, I want you to meet the new guy,” Came Art’s voice as he walked into the room. “Old buddy of mine from Glynco. One of the fastest draws in the Marshal’s service.”

As Art said this, a man fitting the description Elenora had just given entered the room. His eyes landing straight on Elenora and a smile raised on his lips. “Hello, sunshine.” The man greeted as he scanned her over.

“Daddy?” Elenora questioned. Her hands shook, and she felt the sweat forming. Her mind was racing, and she could not seem to form a proper thought.

“There it is.” Said Tim under his breath, and Elenora could only think back to the previous night’s conversation about Tim waiting for the ball to drop on their relationship. Because this was a big fucking ball. She noticed her father seemed to eye Tim and look him over as though he was trying to piece together a puzzle.

Elenora stepped forward as she looked her father over. “What are you doing here?”

“I was transferred. Told Art to keep it a surprise. So, surprise.” Raylan approached Elenora and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Elenora followed suit, but it was more of an automatic response than anything out of love.

“You’re Elenora’s father?” Asked Rachel, as the father and daughter pulled apart.

“Yup.” Raylan popped his ‘p’ as he replied and shoved a hand out towards Rachel. “Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, pleasure to meet you.”

Rachel took his offered hand and gave it a shake with a smile on her face. “Deputy U.S. Marshal Rachel Brooks.”

When Raylan released Rachel’s hand, he turned to look at Tim. “That must make you the man that saved my little girl. Deputy U.S. Marshal Tim Gutterson, if I’m not mistaken?” Raylan stuck out his hand and Elenora noticed the way his eyes narrowed. Tim, who was still holding the box he took from Rachel, finally moved to set it down.

“I didn’t do much savin’, mainly I just threw a set of cuffs on the guy,” Said Tim as he took Raylan’s hand in a shake. “I’m sure she has you to thank for the skills I saw that night.”

Raylan had not released Tim’s hand. “I taught my baby girl how to protect herself against any unwanted male advances.”

“Daddy!” Elenora narrowed her eyes at her father and he finally released Tim’s hand. “Why are you really here?”

“I told you I was transferred.”

“You were the one that gave that perp twenty-four hours to leave town.” Tim said with realization. “Then shot him dead at the table, when he didn’t comply. I’m guessing it wasn’t a transfer so much as Art was the only one that would take you in?” Tim’s voice held a slight harshness to it, and Elenora could tell that Tim was making sure her father knew he was not the type to back down.

“Apparently, this is my punishment for takin’ out the bad guy.”

“Or mine.” Voiced Art as he walked over and placed a hand on Raylan’s shoulder. “Rachel and Tim will be your best friends here. Rachel will keep you out of trouble and Tim, well, Tim will watch your back and take out anyone before they have a chance to draw.”

Raylan looked between Elenora and Tim once again. “Army?”

“Rangers.”

“I thank you for your service. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to have a word with my daughter, in private.”

Nodding her head, Elenora looked from her father to Art. “Did you wanna order that pizza? Beers are cold and in the fridge.”

“Will do.” Replied Art.

Leading Raylan out of the apartment and into the hall, she walked a few more steps before leaning on the plastered wall. The only closed off rooms in the apartment were a washroom and a walk-in pantry. It left little privacy, but because the whole top floor was hers, the hallway was out of the way. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I didn’t wanna worry you.”

“Worry me?”

Raylan leaned against the wall and took his hat off. Holding it in his hand, he turned the hat over and ran his fingers along the brim. “With what happened to you down here, and what I did back there. I just wanted you to finish your school with nothing distractin’ ya.”

“You shot someone and got yourself shipped off back to your home state. This is after you shipped me off cause it wasn’t safe for me in the same state you were working. Please tell me you don’t expect me to up and leave again.”

“I mean it wouldn’t...”

“You have got to be fuckin kidding me, daddy! I have a home here, a job, friends, a life.”

“And I got people that will eventually want to use you to get to me.”

Elenora pushed off from the wall. “That ain’t anything new, daddy. I defended myself then and I will do it again. I love you, but I can take care of myself.” Moving past her father, Elenora walked back into the apartment, where it was apparent that everyone had been listening to their conversation. She paused and looked around the room as both Rachel and Art attempted to make themselves busy with opening some boxes. Tim, on the other hand, was leaning against the counter, next to the fridge in the kitchen, beer bottle in hand. His eyes were watching her from the second she entered and while she walked across the room to the fridge.

Pulling the door open, Elenora then reached in and grabbed a beer. Throwing the door to the fridge closed, Elenora twisted the cap to her bottle off and tossed it on the counter before bringing the bottle to her lips. Taking a large swallow, she let out a sigh as her father entered back into the apartment. She watched as he made his way to Art and, as the two of them started to converse, Elenora felt herself relax.

Taking a few steps, Elenora put herself at the counter next to Tim. “My daddy’s here.” Whispered Elenora.

“And he’s got a gun,” Replied Tim before taking another drink from his bottle.

Keeping her gaze on her father, Elenora took another large drink from her beer. “I understand if you wanna start runnin’.”

“Ah, you’ve had a long day and I don’t feel like it’s much fair to make you run after me. So I think I’ll just stay right where I am.”

A buzz sounded through the apartment and everyone turned their heads toward Elenora and she just responded with a shrug of her shoulders. “Hey Art, said he was on pizza. I assume that means he’s payin?”

“Oh, alright. Wanna give me a hand, Rachel?”

“Fine old man, I’ll carry your pizza’s,” Said Rachel as she followed Art out the door with a laugh.

Once it was just the three of them, Raylan made his way towards the kitchen and looked between Elenora and Tim and when he reached the fridge, he held a hand to the door handle in question. “May I?”

“What’s mine is yours.” Said Elenora, before downing the last of her bottle. Once she was done, she placed the bottle on the counter and then reached forward for the bottle her father had just taken for himself. She cracked it open and took a drink.

“Good, because I’m gonna need a couch.” Elenora nearly spit out the mouth full of beer as she looked at her father. “Good to know that would have been your reaction. Don’t worry, the Marshal’s Service is paying for a motel until I get the living arrangements sorted. Besides, I don’t wanna get in the way of whatever boy it is you’re shaking up with.”

Eleanor just rolled her eyes at her father. “There is no boy.”

“Sure there is. Art told me you haven’t slept in your bed much this last week. With finals, I tend to find that a little odd given your study habits.” Said Raylan as he pulled another beer from the fridge.

“I’ve been staying with Mandy, and if I wasn’t studyin’, I was drinkin’.”

“Sure, sure. You keep him a secret for now, unless.” Raylan began as he closed the fridge and cracked a beer. “You two seem awfully chummy. Deputy Gutterson, you wouldn’t be the one preoccupying my daughter’s evenin’ time now, would you?” Raylan asked, starting down Tim. The tip of his bottle pointed at the man.

Tim responded with a cock of his head and a laugh, and when Raylan did not negate his hard stare, Tim straightened up. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“I’m not dating anyone, daddy.” Said Elenora with a smirk.

“Well, you best be tellin’ this non existent boyfriend of yours that at some point in the near future, him and I are going to be having a talk. Most likely at the firing range or a dark, empty alley.”

“If I was seeing someone, why couldn’t you just be happy for me? Why do you need to threaten him? I’m not a little girl anymore, daddy.”

“Sunshine. No man will ever be good enough for you and you will always be my little girl.”

Soon Art and Rachel were back, pizza in hand, and the discussion of Elenora’s love life came to a close. After eating some pizza and drinking a few more beers, the group helped Elenora build up about a dozen bookcases and a few large cube storage units that she had situated as a divider between her living area and her sleeping area. When you entered the apartment, you were put into the middle of the living space. To the right of that was a large open kitchen area with a makeshift island that Elenora had created out of some rolling wooden workbenches, and to the left was the sleeping area, with the bathroom and a sliding glass door out to a small balcony. The balcony was just big enough for one chair but there was a small six step staircase that let you on to the roof, and a private area. There, Elenora had been gifted a patio set that had been left from a tenant five moves earlier. It was easier than actually trying to get anything back up or down.

“Nell, you know, you have the entire Harry Potter collection in five different languages right?” Tim ran a finger along the spine of each one as he inspected them. Everyone had left hours ago and Tim, too. He went home, gathered a bag of overnight items and a fresh set of clothes for tomorrow. Making sure that he took the long way back and that Elenora’s trigger happy father did not follow him. He even parked two blocks away and Elenora helped Tim enter through a back service door, just to be safe. “How did you afford all these? Didn’t realize being a student paid so well.” Elenora watched from the floor, where she was unpacking another box of books.

“I worked in the library at the university, and at a bookstore both before and after coming out here. I got to save up most of it. Got a little money from the government when my momma died. Daddy and a scholarship helped with the school. I like books. It’s nice to get lost in a good one.”

Elenora watched as Tim plucked Storm Front by Jim Butcher from the shelf and flipped it over in his palm. “This is a good series.”

“You, read fantasy?”

“Between the sandbox and my ass-hole of a father, it was an escape.” Tim placed the book back on the shelf and walked over to Elenora. “Speaking of fathers, yours is interesting.” Tim held out a hand and pulled Elenora to her feet. “Almost had to change my pants.” Tim had a sly smile on his lips as he spoke, and it made Elenora laugh.

“Well, you aren’t running, so that must be a good sign?” Elenora placed her arms on top of Tim’s shoulders and put her hands on the back of her neck.

Tim placed his hands on her hips and smiled down at her. “I said almost, and something tells me you might be worth staring down the barrel of your daddy’s gun.”

Pushing forward, Elenora brought her lips to Tim’s. She kissed him softly, and he responded in kind, his hands tightening on her hips but his pace matching her own. Tim was patient in many things Elenora had noticed, but with her, she noticed he would give off signs he was restraining himself. Trying to let her take the lead, let her be the one in control of the moment. It all made her toes tingle and her stomach tighten. It was one of the many reasons she was falling hard for Deputy United States Marshal Tim Gutterson.

Chapter Six

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

Just A Project | II

Nathan Prescott x Reader

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Warnings: slightly ooc nathan, swearing obvi

Words: 1.1k

A/N: (edit) This edit added like 300 words so yippee!

I’m in my last class of the day, Chemistry. Trust me, I love Mrs. Grant and all, but she rambles way too much. She’s holding dismissal…  and has been for 10 minutes. ‘Don’t be late.’ Nathan’s words ring in my ears, Mrs.Grant’s ramblings long forgotten. Please let me out of here. And like God himself heard my plea, Mrs. Grant finally let up. “Okay kids, go do whatever you kids do these days. And stay safe!” The entire class let out a sigh of relief, and happily left her room. 

As I’m walking out I run into someone. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I apologize, as we bumped into each other pretty hard. The other person speaks with a bit of a chuckle, “Nah, It’s all good.” I immediately recognize the voice, and look up at them. “Warren! Hey.” I greet him properly. I’m actually pretty good friends with Warren, he’s a nice guy, plus he always helps with my Chem work. Not to mention that he has the biggest crush on our mutual friend, Max. Which I help him with in return for the Chem help.

“How are you, Y/N? You look kind of stressed.” He says in that caring tone, always genuine. “Sorry Warren, I’m just in a bit of a hurry.” He nods in understanding. “I gotta meet up with someone, for a photography project.” I continue, and Warren says, “Oh alright, I won’t keep you hostage then.” He jokes. “I just wanted to ask you real quick if you wanted to borrow my drive.” I look at him a little confused not understanding why I would want to borrow a flash drive. He must’ve noticed my confusion because he starts to explain. “It’s just got a bunch of movies on it, you know the classics. None of that new age crap with no plot.” My face lights up with clarity. I nod and say, “Actually, yeah that’ll be great.” Warren looks pleased and tells me he’ll drop it off at my dorm soon. We say bye and head our separate ways. I’m now 15 minutes late. God, Nathan’s gonna be pissed.

As I was making my way to the boys dorms, I was oh so lucky to stumble across Deputy Dildo, AKA Mr. Madsen. “Young lady, what on earth are you doing on the boy’s dorm campus?!” His usual shouts tick me off as I’m already late to meeting Nathan, and I really don’t wanna hear his bitching. I stop in my tracks and let hous a dramatic huff, “I have a project to do. For Mr. Jefferson.” I say innocently. “I don’t care if you have a project. You are not allowed to be here. Whoever your partner is can wait.” He said smugly, clearly not letting up. 

‘Whoever your partner is can wait.’ Madsen’s words looped through my thoughts. An idea came to me, I’ll smack that smirk right off his face. “Actually, I’m already late, and Nathan Prescott does not like to be kept waiting.” I made sure to put on a reall snooty tone just to play the part to its fullest potential. With my own sly smirk, I watch the color drain from his face. “I apologize. Go ahead.” He moves out of my way with his head down in embarrassment. Maybe Nathan does come with a few perks. I make my way into the building, starting my journey to find his room.

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As I’m walking down the 2nd floor hall of the boys dorms, I look at my watch. Great, I'm 30 minutes late and I still haven't found this boy’s dorm. I keep walking looking at all the white boards when I see one that particularly stands out. The white board reads, ‘The Prescotts Own You!!’. Yeah- okay, so not obvious at all. I hold my breath as I knock on the door a couple of times. Nothing. I sigh for a moment, thinking I was totally screwed. I raise my fist to knock again, but before I’m able to, the door swings open with a blank faced expression on Nathan’s face. 

I drop my hand, embarrassed, and albeit, a little scared. “You’re late. I told you to not be late.” He sounds pissed, but his face doesn’t show it. He lets me in nonchalantly, plopping down on his couch. Honestly out of pure embarrassment and fear I start rambling at him, “I’m really sorry, genuinely. First Mrs. Grant held dismissal, talking about god knows what! Probably some chemical discovery she heard on the radio,” I pause awkwardly to point to Nathan with a cocked eyebrow, “which pro tip, dont listen to the radio. Then I ran into someone, and had to have a somewhat awkward and rushed conversation, and then Deputy Dickhole gave me a hard time getting up here with his stupid mustache. I mean come on man get a life! Not to mention I was roaming the campus for way too fucking long trying to find your room.” I say in one big breath, letting out a sigh. 

Nathan just kind of looked at me with this blank expression but somehow I could tell exactly what he was thinking. I shriveled up in my position standing in front of him, properly embarrassed about how I just dumped all of that on him. Clearly he doesn’t give a fuck. A few beats of silence before Nathan raises his eyebrows with his mouth slightly parted like hes tryin gto find something to say. He just shakes his head and mumbles a “Yeah okay whatever.”

I just kind of stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Looking down at my feet shyly, a million thoughts racing in my mind. I fucked this up, he hates me and is gonna make this project a living hell for me. My thoughts get interrupted by Nathan’s voice. “Sit.” He said. “Right..” I say shyly, and I sit down beside him. I take a moment to take in his room, very dark, and monochrome. Pictures of obscure and abstract visuals hang on his walls. Some of which are his own work, others aren’t. He has some sort of fancy projector set up. An interest in film maybe? 

Anyway, I turn my attention back to Nathan, and to my surprise, he’s already looking at me. He doesn’t break eye contact, not immediately anyways. After a second he looks away. “So, we just gotta take a few pictures of each other.” He says coolly. “And two environmental shots.” I gently corrected. “Whatthefuckever.” He pressed. “Listen I already don’t wanna do this, so let’s just hurry up and get this over with.” He stands up grabbing one of his many cameras, messing with the settings. I have a feeling tonight's gonna be a long night. 

[tableintheteacherslounge]

Abbott Elementary S03E07 thoughts

Melissa having a spare room baring in mind we’ve seen her house feels fake sorry - How will she have a room mate but noone look at her pictures and keep control of her kitchen. I get its gonna be for plot but i don’t buy it

I’m w ava that’s a woman who just found out she’s not pregnant - that’s a woman who’s been successfully slutting it up (how’s she gonna slut it up with a roommate)

Omg protective barb 🥺 (ALSO BARBS RIGHT BC MEL WOULDNT GIVE OUT HER ADDRESS WILLINGLY)

AS SOON AS SHE SAID NERD I THOUGHT JACOB

“I know its gods will but hes gotten awfully creative” 😭😭😭😭😭

I love it when Mr johnson lore gets unlocked

Manny and the beard whew 😮‍💨 I was literally wondering where he was so I’m glad they’re using him again

Janine ur SO SMART this is such a good idea and not like a janine unnecessarily fixing a problem like an actual good idea- good job babygirl

Not ava spilling the tea to the whole room

Ponytail melissa at home is so personal to me, I love that this continues from s2, this is just who she is, she throws her hair up when she’s at home. I like that she’s wearing the eagles hoodie we’ve seen before too. Love the hair, makeup & costume details on this show

“I only know how to cook for 12” 😭

Finally mel talking about her breakup! Damn maybe it really was “im not bringing this to school” this whole time

Also Gary being a dead ringer for her dad?? I’m not saying my headcanons are more correct than the show but I disagree with this statement. Gary is not schemmenti coded.

Omg the jacob melissa work momming work sonning ive been dreaming of

“And dont forget theres a 3 booked limit 😒” barb is PISSED and i LOVE IT

“Oh i know what a google doctor is 😤”

Barb really is the best character on tv im sorry noone can do it like sheryl lee ralph like they just cant Shes everything

Janine forgetting the key term (pottery wheel) in her analogy she is so me

“Jacob if u dont like my ziti just say so and i will heave myself out that window” 😭😭

“I went to find mr johnson but he was still crying” NO 😭💔 hes just a sensitive guy 😔

“Mrs howard i blew down the house” 🥺🤏🏻 I love the kids being so central in this ep, I’ve missed that recently, and the kindergarteners are soooo cute

“🐷 I am a pig 🐺 i am a wolf 😄 and im a librarian who thinks she can just change everything around here 👋” IJBOL no please give sheryl another emmy I beg

“This programme is more of a distraction than an improvement” that’s teaaa actually. Thats so often what councils etc do, distract with new flashy things rather than fix the real problems. Even though in this case it’s well meaning it does make u think how big a priority should the library actually be? But actually children reading is super important and what did they say last season? The librarian was an alexa in glasses? 🤣

“You okay? You look like raven having a vision” 😭 you don’t understand how often i say this

I have thoughts on Barbara’s intentions and my instinct is gregory needs to keep her name out his mouth. I do think it’s really important that Janine stood up to Barbara, just maybe gregory made barbara seem worse than she was

“It’s been a rough week I could use the pick me up” i just love mr johnson

My immediate reaction was this one of my favourite episodes of the season - lots of excellent Barb moments, the kids, more mr johnson, story arcs I enjoyed and felt completed.

Janine standing up to Barbara was a really big deal for her considering her hatred of conflict and worship of barbara as a mother figure. It made me really proud to see how far janine has come.

But the longer since watching the less I like it. And it’s two main things:

- the jacob melissa room mate situation feels like jumping the shark for plots sake and not something realistic for those characters. So as much as I enjoy them and their dynamic and their growth it just feels fake.

- I dont care about the librarian. The set up feels like she could stick around and I just don’t care for new characters, I like my main people. (But then the same apprehension was had w the district people and they’ve not seemed to be around much).

I do still really like this ep and it definitely ranks highly in the season, just idk, some eps I enjoy more over time but this has made me feel more confused as to what will happen next I guess.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

TSITP 2x07 & 2x08 : Leaks

I found the "leaks" for episode 7 and 8.

Here (Not everything is in the right order apparently) :

Laurel comes, she knew about the situation of the house ownership so Conrad and Steven get pissed at her. But she thought that Susannah had figured out something before she passed.

They take Conrad to go take his exam

Conrad sees Belly and Jere kiss

“So you wanna be with Jeremiah? So you’re just doing this to catch my attention” “Its not about you”

“Belly, which one of us is a better kisser?”

They argue, Conrad super petty (as he should be idc)

Conrad “go to Jeremiah” thingy

They go to a motel, and three of them sleep in the same bed, light shines on Belly and Conrad

Flashback to Susannah, Belly’s mom tells her she doesn’t have much time left

Susannah tells Belly to take care of Conrad

Milo releases new music and wrote a diss album about Steven

Steven and Taylor talk about how they’re finally glad Belly fixed things with ‘him’, but they were talking about two different people lmao (Steven = Conrad, Taylor = Jeremiah) it was like a “wait who are u talking about moment? I’m talking about —“ moment

Steven and Taylor fight about who’s better for Belly on their first date. Steven being team Conrad vs Taylor being team Jeremiah.

Steven says that Conrad is better, because he challenges and sees the best part of her. He defends what he did during prom.

They agree its up to Belly whoever she chooses

“I can’t believe we’re spending our first date arguing” “Oh c’mon Taylor, arguing is what we do’ “not always” she leaves

Conrad says of course I still want you to belly.

Jeremiah and Conrad talk, Jeremiah tells him to tell belly to tell her he loves her.

Laurel and belly talk over the phone. She ask her mom when she knew when she didn’t love her dad anymore. “I want you to have lots of lovers before you settle for one person”

Belly approaches Jeremiah, he thinks that she chose Conrad but she kisses him with xo playing in the background

Belly and Conrad talks, She tells him she chooses Jere. Exile plays.

“Goodbye Conrad”

Conrad lets them go together and just tell them to drive safe

Conrad goes back to Beach house and set him Belly’s room, putting back junior mint and glass unicorn

Taylor and Steven makes up after she bails on him.

Taylor and Steven end up together, “this weirdo confessed to me” bickering like a married couple

The season ends with them watching Taylor and Belly volleyball game, Jeremiah shows up with her and Taylor goes all ‘team jellyfish” lmao

Belly does a little speech trying to get back into the volleyball

The last line of the season is the one in the trailer and book, “the future is unclear, but it’s still mine.”

What do you think??

[lutawolf]

Between Us Episode 6 Commentary and Review

For my previous episode commentary can be found here.

If you aren't ready for the pain. Well, you're in good company because me either. Why do you guys do this to me? Why do you always want me to review the most painful shows? I think I'm surrounded not only by brats, but Sadists. I can't even take enjoyment in knowing that you all will suffer with me. No! Because all of you like this sort of shit. I hate it here.

Okay, enough eternal distractions. Let's do this. You ever wonder what it would be like to watch yourself on TV. No? Yeah, me either. Yes, this is absolutely me continuing to try and distract from what's about to happen. Ahhhh, no. Team. Oh, thank god for Win. It's the Hia that brings Win from concern to now angry. Oh, the chin grab is very Dom. It not only allows you to control the motion of the face, but dish out punishment as well. The bite of fingers into the face can be painful, but not necessarily overly harsh. It gets results and is something you can do in public with few recognizing what's going on. I personally am a huge fan of facial control.

I really feel for both of them At this moment. I get where are both coming from. Ah, there's that fist. I'm really glad that he didn't actually hit him, but I can for sure see why he was so pissed. Plus, being scared on top of that, who wouldn't lose control? But a Dom who fully loses control and actually swings on their submissive can go fuck themselves. You don't have what it takes to be a Dom then. The object is to have control, not lose it. It's like the shitty Doms who brag about making their submissive use their safe word. That's not how this works, that's not how any of this works, shitheads.

The moment he is standing there with his fist up and team is just waiting, says so much about him as a sub. The way Win pulls him into a hug and then communicates through his pain. Ugh, my heart. Team finally comes out of his shock and hugs him back. "My heart is torn apart." "What would happen to me if something happened to you?" You guys are destroying me and that kissed did not help. Fuck, but the acting is top tier.

Oh, silence as punishment. Ugh, can't say I blame him, though. I hate using it for discipline, but sometimes it's for the Doms benefit besides being an effective punishment. Use it too often, and it's abusive, but so is saying shit out of anger. Sometimes silence is needed to figure out your own feelings. The first thought you think isn't just instinct, but it can also be about your conditioning and how you are raised. It's your thoughts after that first instinct that are actually you versus upbringing. So yeah, it's only natural that sometimes it takes longer to sort all that out.

Shit guys! We just started and I've written an essay. Sorry new followers. Run for the hills! Okay, not cool Win, you interrupted. He was trying to explain himself, and you really lost an opportunity to learn here. Are you listening, Win. Can you pull out of your anger long enough to hear? You're going to be a shitty Dom if can't. Because that boy is going to need patience and understanding. Oh look, he is. Good. Awe poor baby. All punishment and no kisses, but look at him bringing you to his home and caring for you.

Oh, you shithead. Telling him that you should have let him drown. If he has a full-blown panic attack, I'm not forgiving you!!! You better fucking apologize! Don't, nobody, give me shit. He is past the point in which it is acceptable to make painful verbal strikes. What Team did was wrong, but he wasn't intentionally trying to hurt someone, whereas Win is. He is lucky that Team is so damn forgiving, unlike him. They both love each other so much.

Oh boy, she just said friend. She told you that Win brought a friend with him, and you're just going to jump on the bed. 🤣🤣🤣 Poor Team, he is getting so abused. They were cuddling under those covers, I just know it. Team like, yeah, who am I. I’m dead. Their facial expressions are hilarious. Okay little bro, you really grew on me last episode but this episode, you are sliding home. You are such a little sibling. Not that I did this shit At All. Nope. Never.

Look at him showing off his grades, it's so cute. If not, fucking sad as fuck. You don't show your paper and grades to your siblings unless they are the ones to raise you. Bless it. Fuck, shit, I called it. I knew I did, but that's besides the point! Fucking episode, you could stop killing me any time now. Ohhhh, I love this kid. He is so fucking astute. He knows exactly who Team is to Win, and he just accepts him. Invites him to come too. Don't know Team as well as you thought you did, huh, Win. I did notice that he calls him P' Team.

Okay... The whole calling out Prince's name had me laughing. That shit was funny. That was super cute. Dean and Win's friendship is bro goals. I adore them. If you guys only knew the amount of distractions I have going on around me right now. Oh damn, Win dealing with some flashbacks. Oh damn, the fear of losing something you love. Oh damn, the insecurities. Tell him Dean!!! I mean, Win you are relatable in your stupidity, but damn. You think you wouldn't feel it if something happened to Dean or your family? And he left. You are going to be real lucky if Team isn't petty.

Okay now they are cringy. Is he really dancing around, why spraying that on himself? WTF. Okay Steve!!! Look at you finally not being a third wheel. Win picked you for support? Are we about to see some redeeming qualities? Oh, thank god, his brother came. We might actually get some decent advice. Sorry, Steve, I mean T. rex. You're back to being the third wheel. Look on the bright side, you get to stare at your crush.

Oh, you are a couple, dumbass. Don't go getting twisted just because your panties are. Look, Steve isn't so bad. At least he gives good caring facial expressions. Poor Win, though, he's so fucking relatable. Okay, I need one of you guys to pull some good advice out your ass. I know he is having a moment, but to not pick up when your sub calls is just not done. I like Dean and Pharm and all, but I'm going to forward because I comment a lot about them in my UWMA reviews.

Just the two of us. Look, no offense, but I don't blame him for ditching you guys. My homework assignment for the two of you is to find some friends and learn to give advice. And I mean friends where you aren't the third wheel to, Steve. filler, filler, and more filler. They pretty though. I'll give them that.

Oh, damn. I really didn't want to see that. I could have done without so much details. Now I'm a little grateful for the respite of the filler. "Yeah, do it, I like it." That was cute. I also like how they constantly looked at each other. That's one of my favorite things. Okay, so is the snuggling. NO! I'm not crying. Your crying. If anybody actually reads all this, I'm going to be shocked. Anybody else want to punch, Win right now? Like not really because he is still a favorite character, but damn! I'm all up in my feels right now.

The product placement video!!! Loved it!!! Well, hope that those of you who were able to get through this long ass thing enjoy. As a reward, I give you the link to my newest smut scene.

Enjoy 💜💜💜

[batemansluvrr]

Playing dangerous

A/N: Here’s another one-shot! (Maybe I’ll write something fluff too!)

Word count: 1.3k

You were wondering why Patrick dated someone else if he really wanted to stay with you, and when you asked him that, he got mad. After that argument, you didn’t have the opportunity to see him, but you have to confess, you were a bit happy about it. It seemed like he just wanted sex from you, but you were too distracted by his intriguing charm to understand that from the beginning. The idea of seeing him mad again scared you. His brown dark eyes would have devoured you with one look. You were trapped in his arms forever. It’s been three weeks since you last saw Bateman, you finally found a new job, you hated it though. You didn’t want to be a stripper, but you needed something to make you feel better after the long argument with him. You loved the cute pink underwear they gave you, but you were anxious because that was your first night at the club. The bright colored lights highlighted the stunning bodies of the dancers, you including of course, but the other girls were already dancing, it was the numerous presence of men watching you that made you move. You started to grind on the pole sensually, then you wrapped your legs about it, turning on the men in front of you. The spectators kept throwing money at you, God, you were so happy about it.

You were almost done working, when from the stage, you saw Patrick and his co-workers watching you and the other girls. You almost fell when you noticed how pissed off he was. You quickly collected the remaining money and ran to the back-stage. “Fuck!” You grunted watching yourself trough the mirror. You got up and went to the bar, hoping not to be seen by Bateman. “A Mojito, please!” You asked the bartender, he smiled and winked at you in response. Once he served you the drink you drank it immediately. You had to leave that place as fast as you could, but you didn’t because you found Patrick right next to you. “Well, Hello darling.” He greeted you with a fake smile. “H-hi Patrick..”

“I rented a VIP room, I’d like to spend time with you in there.” You just nodded and let him take you to that “luxury” room.

“Looks like someone broke Daddy’s rules.”

“I thought we weren’t together anymore..” You admitted in a low voice. He laughed like a maniac at your confession and got closer. “Oh my sweet Y/n.. Did you really think you could escape Daddy’s little games?” He murmured to your ear.

“What you want me to do?” You demanded afraid of what he would do to you.

“I just want to talk to you, right now. Soon you’ll be punished at my apartment.” You sighed and accepted what he said.

“I liked the way you moved, you should do it more often, but not here. From now on, in addition to the weekend, you will spend the whole week with me. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” He squeezed your ass. “Good girl.”

“What made you think we weren’t together anymore?” He lifted up your chin with his two long fingers. “After that argument, I asked you why you were still engaged to Evelyn.”

“I understand.”

“I’m so sorry Daddy..”

“It’s late to be sorry, Princess. You’ll make it up to me at my place.”

“When do we get to leave?” You asked impatiently.

“We’ll see. Now why don’t you show me something?” You sat on the table in front of him.

“Spread your legs.” He ordered while getting closer to you. You did as you were told. “Wider.” Bateman grunted, you in response spread your legs as much as possible.

“Show me.” You moved your panties to the side to show him your tight little pussy. Patrick bit his lip at the beautiful sight.

“God Y/n, you’ve got the face of an angel..” You melted at his affirmation“but you also got the body of a pornstar.” He couldn’t take it any longer so he had to stood up and grab your hand. “I think it’s time to go.”

You finally entered in Patrick’s apartment, you turned to look at him but suddenly you felt his tongue playing with your mouth. “Hmm!” You moaned trough the passionate kiss. “How dare you do this to me, filthy slut!” Bateman yelled scaring you for a second.

“I didn’t know you had the guts to do something like that.” He admitted spanking your ass. “P-Patrick, You treated me differently at the club!” You stammered, feeling his big hand on your pretty curves.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice the security cameras? God, you’re pathetic.”

You were too nervous to look up at him, so you tried too keep your eyes close as his spanking became more painful. “P-please Daddy.. I’its- Ah! I-it’s enough..”

“Shut up you nasty! You know you can take it!” He then continued to hit your delicate skin.

“Get on your fucking knees, now.” You obeyed immediately and pulled down his pants and boxers.

His fully-erected cock made you tremble, but your Daddy simply didn’t care. In fact, he shoved it in your mouth with an hard trust. “F-fuck.. That’s right bitch! Hold me at the back of your fucking throat!” You needed some air and he understand that. “Uh-uh Princess, next time you’ll pay more attention.” Patrick then started to face-fuck you more violently. “Jesus! It gets so tight like this!” Bateman ran his hand trough his hair while watching his irresistible reflection in the mirror.

“You wanna make me cum, don’t you?” You nodded and sucked him faster. “You want it so bad, huh?” He then spanked you again. “No, you don’t get the taste of my cum, you bitch! This is a punishment, fuck. You get it?” You stood up frustrated by his cruel words.

He removed your soaked panties. “I can’t believe you got this wet by choking on my dick. You’re such a whore, you know that?”

Patrick then moved his finger on your clit and started rubbing it. You grabbed his shoulder for support before moaning in pure pleasure. He started finger-fucking you with his long fingers without any warning. “A-ahh! P-Patrick! I can’t hold it any longer!” Bateman just chuckled in response. “Aw, do you wanna cum?” His speed increased and you were about to fall. “Use your words, darling.”

“A-ahhh! Y-yes! Please let me cum! P-please Daddy!” You begged giving him a pitiful look.

“It’s a pity you don’t get to cum, no matter how much you beg.” You whined in reply and followed him in his bedroom. He kissed you roughly before pushing you on his big bed.

“I really like this bra, but it’s so unnecessary at the moment.” Patrick smirked before removing it with his mouth.

“Fuck, I just wanna taste this hard nipples right now.” He then started to kiss, lick suck and play with your exquisite breasts as you were silencing your moans in his expensive pillow.

He kissed you again before shoving in your succulent pussy his long, thick cock, without any warning. You drowned your nails in his back as you heard his muffled moans in your ear. “Mhm Y/n.. You might have the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked..A-ah..” His trusts became faster and you kept screaming his name. “P-please Daddy.. A-ahh! Patrick! I really need to cum!” You reminded him, throwing your head backwards. “No.. you cum when I fill your pussy with cum!” You were so happy yet desperate at his affirmation. Bateman attacked your neck, leaving marks of course while his hands were squeezing your perfect tits. “I love you Patrick!” You told him and he murmured something in response.

“G-gonna cum so soon!” You caressed his cheeks while watching his fantastic lips. You realized you didn’t care he didn’t love you, because you adored him and the things he did to you. You smiled at the feeling of his warm seed inside your pussy. Patrick looked at you while you squirted all over his member.

“You really are important to me, Y/n.”