#ok seriously I’m going to stay loyal now

[elliesmith33]

All the sweet stuff from today’s episodes 🫠

He’s perfect. I’m in love. I’m now loyal to Andy. I pledge my heart and soul to him. He can do no wrong. If Andy has no fans I am dead.

[mingtinysworld]

Addicted {Part l}

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x fem!reader

Genre: drug dealer au, strangers to lovers, angst, smut, sprinkle of fluff:)

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: You are infatuated with the mystery that is Park Seonghwa, and try to get to know him. Instead you are met with doubts and a life threatening situation.

Warnings: minors DNI, fingering, unprotected sex (plz don’t), drugs obviously, slightly subby seonghwa, humiliation kink, dry humping, slight violence

A/n: hi guys! This is my first fic ever!! I’m trying my best and I plan to improve my writing in the future ofc. Please be kind, and I do not mind constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy and please reblog if you liked it;) mwah - J

⇝ Part 2 of Addicted

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The different sounds and smells around you were so distracting that it made you dizzy. You’re not even sure what convinced you to come to this insane party. Was it the nagging of your best friend Wooyoung, or the knowledge that the Park Seonghwa would be there? Who knows.

Park Seonghwa. Who would’ve thought that someone like you could be infatuated with a dangerous man like him. You were always the innocent kind. Never going to any parties, always studying at home, never even having a boyfriend yet. The typical straight A student. However, you met Seonghwa once in the halls of your university, accidentally bumping into him and losing your balance. You felt your cheeks burning up as Seonghwa held your arms, steadying you. His deep and somber gaze made your heart stutter. Not a single word was exchanged, however you were drawn to him from that day, even if it was morbid curiosity.

According to Wooyoung, Seonghwa was a drug dealer. He went to parties to find his loyal customers, and any curious wanderers. Other than that, nothing much was known about the very mysterious man. Which should’ve set off fire alarms in your little brain, but you chose to brush it off. Instead, you were determined to find out everything you could about your new obsession.

You stand in a corner watching Seonghwa carefully. He’s so quiet, you wonder what he’s thinking. Does he like parties? Does he like to sleep early? Does he like to read? Woah woah why do I care so much. I’m definitely too invested. You scoff at how ridiculous you’re being. As you begin to step away from the wall to find Wooyoung, Seonghwa meets your eyes. It’s almost like you’re being physically held down, it’s hard to even breathe. You feel a magnetic pull towards him and start walking mindlessly.

“Hi” you manage to say breathlessly. He stares for a beat longer. “What’s your name?” His voice is beautiful. Smooth like chocolate with a hint of rasp. “M-my name is y/n.” You fidget in place from your nerves. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” There’s a hint of a smile on his perfect face. Taken aback you start “So what-“ Before finishing your sentence, sirens are all around you. You’re able to see flashes of red and blue before Seonghwa snatches your hand and drags you away from the living room.

You stumble into an empty storage room in a bout of confusion. You start to speak but Seonghwa shushes you. “Shh it’s ok, I know this is scary. We just have to stay here until it’s over.” You want to ask more questions, but his hot body against yours is incredibly distracting. You start to wonder whether the police were for Seonghwa. Even if it was, you couldn’t care less. You liked being with him and were not about to give this up.

While you’re lost in your thoughts, you start to notice something poking against your thigh. You look at him in disbelief and see his sheepish expression. “Are you seriously turned on right now?” You whisper yell. He turns his head in embarrassment and you never thought you would see Seonghwa in this position ever. “I’m sorry I’m sorry, I can’t help it, you’re just so close and oh god,” he rambles off and you can’t help a smirk.

Trying to test the waters, you start moving your leg up and down his crotch. He lets out a desperate whine, and looks immediately ashamed. Feeling proud of yourself, you taunt him. “I can’t believe you’re hard right now, shouldn’t you be terrified of getting caught? Oh, maybe that’s what you want huh.” When he turns his head to you, the air is sucked out of your lungs. His eyes are glossy, filled with pleading.

As you continue your actions, his noises get louder. He grips your hips roughly and keeps you from moving. “Y/n, please I’m gonna come, I wanna come in you.” Flustered, you move off him, and he turns your back to face the wall. In a dazed few seconds your skirt and panties are off and his lips are on yours. He mumbles into your mouth, “you thought you were in charge huh. I don’t think so. Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you.” When you’re about to respond, he shoves two fingers into your heat. No need to go slow from the amount of wetness that was gushing out of you.

As he thrusts his fingers into you, your head feels like it’s full of cotton. You can’t focus on anything. The sounds from outside the room don’t even compare to the loud squelches and moans coming from you. His fingers are perfectly hitting your sensitive spot, and you can swear black spots appear in your vision. He bends them at a perfect angle, draining your sanity. After a few more minutes, your stomach tightens and you feel like you’re about to explode. “Seonghwa, I-i don’t think I’m,” the thread snaps and you come with heaving breaths. “Holy shit that was…” You have never come so hard before, and you feel so dazed. He grabs the back of your thigh and lifts it up. “Can I?”

You nod, granting him permission, and he enters you inch by inch. Slowly the pain turns into pleasure, and he starts to move faster. His thrusts turn almost animalistic and your back is slamming against the wall. Too far gone with the pleasure you don’t even acknowledge your back literally breaking.

Trying to take in the moment, you see Seonghwa’s bangs getting into his eyes, and his tiny ponytail bobbing up and down. The thought of pulling his ponytail enters your brain, but you’re quick to shake it off, your climax approaching yet again. “Come on baby, come for me,” Seonghwa rasps out. With quick circles on your clit, you cry out as you come all over his cock, creating rings of sticky cum around it.

As you come down from your high, you look at Seonghwa with hooded eyes. He’s panting like he just ran a marathon, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. He looks majestic, like a whole different species of a being. His tattoo on his neck is calling to you, the urge to mark him as yours so strong you physically hold yourself back. You realize you may be addicted to him. He’s staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“Seonghwa, perhaps you should get your dick out of me?” He shakes out of his trance and lets out a little laugh. As he pulls out, you both grimace with the loss of warmth. “You’re something else Y/n, you know that?” You feel a blush coming on, and feel the need to change the conversation. “Are you trying to butter me up so I can buy some drugs from you?”

He sputters in surprise. “Absolutely not, oh my god. Is that all you think of me as?” You take a second to think. It’s not that that’s all you think of Seonghwa as, but you don’t know much else about him. “No, but I do need to get to know you more. If you’d allow me of course.” You make a point to flutter your lashes. You notice his whole body stiffening, stepping away from you. “O-or not, that’s ok as well. You don’t have to…” Flustered, you start grabbing your clothes, and in a hurry leave the room. Seonghwa stays rooted to his spot, not sure what to do.

The embarrassment hits you while you walk home in the chilly night. You shouldn’t have assumed that Seonghwa would want to get to know you more personally. He probably thought of you as just another girl to fuck, just some fun for the night. You can’t get him out of your head, he seems so special and you need him, like a drug. Ironic huh.

So consumed by your thoughts, you don’t notice the group of men tailing you. As they get closer, you start to involuntarily shiver. Deciding to turn around, you’re met with faces of four scary looking men. You start to scream, but a hand is quickly placed over your mouth, muffling your pleads for help.

“So, this is Seonghwa’s new girl. What are you doing with a man like that, sweet thing? You look so…pure, and innocent.” Your blood freezes as he trails his finger down your face, his hot breath making you nauseous. They decide to let you speak.

“I barely know him, I only ever talked to him for the first time today. What do you want from me?” You manage shakily. They all laugh at you, thinking it’s so cute how clueless you are. The biggest man steps forward with giant tattoos spanning across his collarbones. “Oh sweetheart, you’re our key to revenge,” he bends down to eye level, and whispers. “And you are just so, so perfect.” In a split second your vision goes dark as your knees give out, hitting the hard concrete. How are you going to get out of this?

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

Ok, so, I’m gonna spill my silly little interpretation of 6EM’s and SWK’s (Too lazy to type their full names.) childhood/relationship. I know I’m probably not right, per se, but I just really want to spill my thoughts about them.

You guys knows those families with the one “troubled” kid and the one “just fine” kid? Like the “I know you’re a child but your sibling needs more attention than you because they’re worse off.” kinda thing? And the kids too young to say/understand otherwise so they just kinda… deal? THAT’S how I see SWK’s and 6EM’s childhood. (Minus the sibling part, I don’t personally view them as having a familial relationship, but it’s the best example I could think of that made sense.)

I view it as like 6EM was the (more) reasonable one. The one that was pushed off to the side and left to deal with the background problems so other people could focus on the more important “problem”. A.K.A SWK. It left him neglected and feeling used, and because of how he just took what people gave him (Again, so SWK could be the main focus.) no one took his advice seriously/they just brushed over him. But he didn’t care (That much.) because he had SWK. He had one reliable in person his life, one constant that would always be there for him not just with him. It was probably a really codependent thought process. (And SWK was really greedy so he probably didn’t notice any real stress, and was probably convinced it didn’t matter what he did. 6EM would always wait for him after all.)

Then it was just gone. Everyone has a breaking point and 6EM’s was building for literal centuries. Seeing SWK with other people was probably like hitting a horribly cracked pane of glass with a sledgehammer. SWK was one of the only, if not the only, person 6EM probably felt like actually cared. And now he’s been replaced. I imagine that 6EM felt used for a long time and the only person who didn’t make him feel like that was SWK, but seeing that? Him just chilling with new friends? Not even a thought towards his most loyal friend? I imagine it’d make him feel like a toy thrown out when a child got bored.

I don’t think 6EM or SWK were responsible for the formers death. I think they were both kids (YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS WERE ANY OLDER THAN 25, in celestial years or whatever, YOU JUST CAN’T.) who didn’t have literally any form of guidance and grew up with each other, but with very different social expectations. 6EM was horribly codependent and SWK was horribly selfish. The difference is that SWK was given a chance to grow and learn, and 6EM just… wasn’t. I assume that they just thought the other had similar experiences and thoughts as themselves because of how closely they did everything together ‘n stuff; but that just wasn’t true. You can grow up close to someone, maybe even in the same house or town and with the same people, but that doesn’t mean your experiences were anything alike.

I think that’s were it actually started to go wrong, it’s not that they were hiding things from the other, it’s just that they thought the other already knew because they were going through the same thing; even though they actually weren’t going through the same thing.

SWK grew up strong with the idea that he was unstoppable. That he could just take anything he wants. That people would just support him no matter what, that they’d be there no matter what; but he also grew up with the expectations of a king. He grew up thinking he had to be the strongest, he had to protect his family. That lead to his greed and need to protect mixing. He went to Heaven so his family could live a secure life but also because he was power hungry.

6EM grew up as an outcast, he was not well liked and the only person who was truly his friend was SWK. His best friend who literally promised him everything he could ever want. (Read: staying on FFM together forever.) He grew up with the expectations of being someone who would always be there for the other. Someone who would do anything for the other, someone who would just take whatever was given to him. Good or bad. He had a best friend who promised, and promised, and promised. A best friend who seemed capable enough to actually keep those promises, a best friend who 6EM gave his everything to and expected the other to just keep said promises. 6EM made himself a warrior, a tool essentially, for SWK because he was content just being dragged along. So when it all fell he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t allow himself to have a different purpose.

Two very different people who both expected the other to be there but in different ways. 6EM expected SWK to always come back and SWK expected 6EM to always be waiting. They were kids who took on roles too grand for their age and were given no guidance. SWK was given the chance for guidance when 6EM was not, I highly doubt it would have been any different should the roles have been reversed. I’d bet money that SWK would have attacked 6EM’s new friends to. They were both possessive, just in different ways. 6EM wasn’t ok with the change because SWK was the only thing he thought he knew, so he lashed out. SWK had changed since their last interaction and he defended.

I don’t think SWK meant to kill 6EM, either he was too blinded by rage to stop, or the final strike was a miscalculation. Maybe there’s a completely different reason for 6EM’s death, I don’t know. That’s just my thoughts on these silly little dudes. (I know I explained more of 6EM here but that’s mainly because we don’t actually know much about his childhood. Like, sure, we mainly have 6EM’s side of the whole death story, but that doesn’t mean we actually have his backstory. We know more about SWK’s childhood and shit than 6EM’s, so I wanted to focus more on the latter. Also because he’s my favorite and I’m very biased.😌)

Conclusion: 6EM was codependent and dedicated his everything to SWK, being brushed off as the lesser version while doing so many unnoticed things for SWK; he didn’t see a purpose outside of SWK. SWK was selfish and possessive/protective, just expecting things to go his way because he was strong, expecting 6EM to just be ok with whatever he gave him no matter what; but also had a lot of expectations to be the best. SWK and 6EM’s relationship was (almost) always unhealthy, it just didn’t look like it. Two enablers with different roles, a possessive leader and his most dedicated follower.

(Additional thing I want to add here: I think that if 6EM was given the chance to properly learn/process shit before LBD yanked him from the soil, then he wouldn’t have tried to get revenge. Dude was sent to the Diyu, not therapy, of course he’s gonna come back with an even worse mindset/“coping skills”.

Edit: I forgot to add that their past dynamic made it achingly easy to view 6EM as a victim and SWK as an abuser, when they were actually both in the wrong. Guilt isn’t an easy emotion to deal with. I think that there might have been a point where 6EM knew he was just as guilty as SWK, but no one likes the thought of turning out like their abuser. I think it was just too much so he kinda just forcefully blocked it out, ultimately stopping himself from healing properly and letting his spite for SWK fester.

Edit 2: … I can’t stop talking about them. My brain is filled with these gay ass monkeys and I keep realizing more. Where 6EM can’t stand guilt so he passes on blame, SWK just ignores it or denies it. They both can’t take guilt but in different ways. Head in hands, flailing and wailing, ugly sobbing. THEY’RE SO SIMILAR IN SUCH DIFFERENT WAYS AND I’M JUST AHAHAHWHGSJSNJXBSKMSKS

Edit 3: OK ISTG THIS IS THE LAST ONE, I PROMISE I WILL EXERCISE SOME SELF CONTROL AFTER THIS! SWK got self esteem issues from having too high standards from others but too low standards for himself. While 6EM got self esteem issues from having too low standards from others and too high standards from himself. I don’t know if that makes sense but I am fighting my ADHD rat brain to leave it at that.

Edit 4: I lied, I don’t have self control. 6EM likes being on the stage because he was neglected as a child [Craves attention he wasn’t properly given.] and SWK has stage fright because he had too many expectations as a child. [Fears attention that he was given too liberally.])

[xa176]

Here are some of my fav LIs from each season of litg (we all have different and similar opinions, please be respectful)

•S1: Jake and Talia. Jake was a slow burn but really did care for Mc and was just afraid to show it until last minute, coupled up with him the moment I had a chance, plus when Cherrygate happened… Jake put a protective arm around you as you walked away from your current partner. Talia is so gorgeous and thoughtful, when my Mc was coupled up with Mason, him and Levi started getting into it and Talia told them to stop swinging their dicks and made sure my Mc was ok. I of course replayed it and took the Talia route 😊 have not regretted it.

•S2: BOBBY!! No words can explain when my s2 Mc and him just meshed together. Literally so thoughtful, kind, loving and funny. He really was head over heels for Mc in the end and really cared for his friends! When drama would happen, he would be the first to try fix things together.

•S3: Harry and AJ. Harry is cute looking and I love his backstory of his family basically saying he is adopted and he has two other siblings (I think, it’s been awhile and I of course am not able to replay it) he explains he such a good brother and his old t-shirt looked kind of cute on my Mc. AJ gives off golden retriever energy and she’s so beautiful! Her style is beyond stunning and playing her route was heart warming for me.

•S4: Youcef. Now towards the end of the season I realized I’m a sucker for slow burns. At first I thought he and Bruno were ugly when they showed up in the hot tub date. But as we got to see more of his personality somewhere in between… I had to make my Mc couple up with him. But seriously… fusebox did him REALLY dirty. I remember someone saying this… every time he smiles he looks like he’s in pain. He kind of does tbh. I love his personality but he could have looked better. Also playing his route is the sweetest and the only time you are on track with his route is when you say honesty is the best policy when talking with Tiffany, Bruno and him.

•S5: now f*ck this season! My Mc coupled up with Suresh and took her f*cking money because screw that season. Worst season ever.

•S6: Lewie, Bella and Andy. Lewie is major Golden Retriever energy, I just find him so attractive that I made my Mc immediately coupled with him right away, he just wants everyone to get along and when things go south I think his Captain instincts kick in and try to keep the vibes going. Bella is the most patient woman ever in all the seasons, she literally waited for Mc. She’s just so out of this world too! Her smile is just… UGHHH I WAS SO IN LOVE THAT I HAD TO DO HER ROUTE TOO!! WORTH IT! Now Andy, he was the most popular casa boy this season, I mean look at him! How can anyone resist his smile? And his little prank you see if you brought him back to the main villa on movie night and his little dance, ugh my heart. (I had to play the Ryan route so I wouldn’t have felt guilty for leaving Lewie to be dumped) and he works with animals, I love animals!!

•S7: Joyo. This season wasn’t really worth it since it lost all its excitement after Mc went into the main villa. Joyo immediately caught my eye so I stayed loyal and now I’m replaying for a Raphael route.

•S8: Claudia, Bea and Max. Claudia is so gorgeous AND SHE DESERVED MY MC MORE THAN THEO. My opinion on Theo was that he was still a playboy and disrespected Claudia by trying to flirt with my Mc, like Theo I don’t want you, I want your girl you are not treating correctly. Bea is so gorgeous and if you aren’t on her route, she’s literally your best friend and you get the option to have a little date with her when you guys are in casa together. As I am writing this, I notice that I’m a huge sucker for golden retriever vibes. Max’s color yellow def suits him! Adorable and I found it funny when he pied off your last LI (in my case, it was Jin) and basically showed he wouldn’t back down just because Mc and the last LI had history.

•S9: I have no opinions so far on my favorites but Natasha be looking like she could be a bit of me. She’s beautiful. I just hope Fusebox brings back people from later seasons and people we weren’t able to romance at all. Like being Eddie back, he did not deserve to go and how he experienced love island. I want him to have a chance with my Mc this season.

[lorifragolina]

Trust

Written for @harringrovemovember Day 2 prompt: First time at therapy for Billy.

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove; El&Billy; Lucas & Billy

Tw: therapy, alcoholism, internalised homofobia

Words: 3822

Read it in AO3 (mistakes edited)

“I’ll go if you go”.

“But I don’t neet to…”

“Ok, so I will not go either”.

“But it’s free… you always tell me to take free stuff, why not now?”

“It’s… different. And I not need it. Final word”.

“But it’s free! And you need it!... You’re always yelling and fighting and sghutting doors and you’re so anxious, and I saw you crying in your…”

“You’re spying at me? You’re judging me?”

“No… I just care for you…”

“Well, ok… But don’t tell anyone. Anyone”

“Of course not. But you have to and trust me. You don’t trust anyone”.

“So I’ve been told I don’t trust anyone”.

“Seriously?”

“Please don’t be sarcastic, not now”.

“Ok, well, so you don’t think you have issues with trusting?”

“Of course not!”

“And who do you trust?”

“I trust you, of course”, said Billy, with a triumphant expression.

Lucas scoffed. “Ok, well, and who else? If you tell me two people more, I’ll agree with you”.

Now was Lucas’ turn to put on a triumphant expression. Billy looked at him with angry eyes.

“Let’s see… do you trust El?” Billy flickered his eyelashes. “Not to speak about Hopper. And what about…”

“No!” Billy stopped him raising his hand. He didn’t want to name that person in that discussion. “What is the problem to trust only a few people?”

“If there were a few… But you don’t trust anyone and push people away”.

Billy pouted.

“And talking with someone could be good for you”.

“I talked with your father!”

“I mean some professional. I’m not sure my father could do that much”.

Lucas sighed and looked intensely at Billy. 

They were at their isolated bench in the park - Billy tried to avoid the tought that was another problem of trust - and he was drinking coffee from his thermos. He was fucking craving for a beer. The worst thing was that Lucas knew it perfectly.

It was true Billy trusted Lucas. He found Billy in a winter night, completely drunk and freezing in his car, dangerously near to the quarry, and when he tried to talk with him he only could babbling things - scary things - and crying and yelling. He wasn’t at the edge of the cliff just because he could walk properly, and Lucas' heart sank in his chest for pity and fear.

“Come on. Get in the car, Billy. No, stop drinking” and he threw the remaining cans of beer, and the empty bottles of whisky. “Sit down. I’ll take care. Trust me, ok?”

And Billy did, probably because he was weak and confused. 

Lucas took the Camaro and drove it a little, just to come a little nearer to his house. Then dragged a not really collaborative Billy to his house, shushing him at every step, and managed to throw him on his bed without waking up anyone in the house. Billy at that point was just a heavy doll and he could take his shoes off and put him to sleep in his bed. 

He stayed in his armchair dozing and watching at him, cleaned his puke without a word and hid him in the bathroom when he needed it.

In the morning, when his family went to the church, he sneaked out and went to wake up, caffeinate and send Billy away. 

Billy was just hanging over, he was crying and shaking and didn’t understand why Lucas had been so kind with him.

“I couldn’t let you freeze in your car” , Lucas simply said. Billy never asked him what he was doing at the quarry at that moment, but he was grateful. Lucas said, trust me, and he didn’t report him to his parents or the police. 

And Lucas kept being loyal to him. He never exposed him, not even with Max. He kept asking discreetly how’s Billy doing and fuck, Billy wasn’t used to kindness and he started talking with him. Slowly trusting him.

He recognized he “probably” was drinking too much, that he tried to escape his fear and sadness and anguish in the bottom of a bottle and that he was incapable of controlling it. Lucas convinced him to talk with his father, and it helped, but Billy couldn’t really confess to Reverend Sinclair why he was so scared, angry and upset to drink too much.

“I’m a fag” he spat a day, in the same secret bench in the park, tormenting hangnails on his fingers. Lucas took his hand to stop him doing this. 

“It´s ok”, said Lucas, hiding his surprise or whatever Billy though he could thinking about him. Nothing changed. Lucas kept talking with him, seeing him secretly, and most important he never, never told his secret to anyone, neither to Max. Billy confessed he liked a boy, without saying his name, but Lucas wasn’t stupid, and nonetheless he never talked or did anything, ever a mock, when Steve was around.

So he won Billy’s trust. It took time, and it was precious, but it wasn’t enough.

Billy kept thinking about an ice cold beer in his mouth.

“Someone you can open up with entirely. A professional that…” insisted Lucas.

“I understand”, Billy interrupted him nervously. “You too think I have to tell my things to a complete stranger…”

“To help you”, Lucas took his hand. Billy was always amazed that Lucas didn’t fear touching him, in case he could pass him his queerness, as people said to him back in California. “El offered to go with you. She wants to help too. You need to trust people and let them help you”.

Billy sighed.

“You go first”.

“No, you go first so you can’t run away”.

“Ok fine”. Billy grunted, throwing away the cig - he already finished two packets and it was only 4 pm- and he let El enter the community center. 

They waited a little, in the tiny room where wall signs explained the government program of mental healt for teens, then the therapist invided Billy to enter.

After about an hour he came out, a little pale, and sat again at El’s side without a word. She didn’t talk either, and then the therapist called her inside too.

When she came out too, they leaved in silence, then sat in silence in the car.

“So how’s going?” asked El.

“I don’t.. I don’t know” answered Billy.

“So, Billy, why did you came here today?”

“I… my friend forced me… I mean, she… think I need it”.

“Why, Billy? Why do you think you need this?”

Billy stayed silent for a while. He didn’t know, really. He only knew what El and Lucas were saying, and he didn’t know if he even agreed.

“They say I don’t trust anybody. And… maybe I like to drink”.

The therapist nodded, and smiled. 

“Really… I don’t remember much of what we said”, confessed Billy to El, before starting the car. It was intense, despite the firm will of Billy to remain skeptical, but he couldn't recall very much at the moment.

El clinked her purse. “I can buy you an ice cream,” she said, with a serious face.

“There’s no need” smiled Billy, and finally started the car.

They stopped at a stoplight.

“You know, El… thank you” Billy said in a really low voice. El just nodded. 

Billy squeezed the wheel and sighed again. 

“I’m gay” he threw out.

“I don’t know if… if they would stay with me if they… knew everything”.

“Why?”

“They maybe don’t like who… what I am”.

He wasn’t brave enough to say what he was to the therapist, but he knew perfectly. His father’s hate. He wasn’t the person he wanted, and maybe his friends would hate him in the same way. That, he said to the therapist.

“Billy, you have a job and a place for yourself, you worked hard and you’re doing pretty well. Do you really want to pretend with people to make them like you?”

“I don’t… I don’t know”.

“Maybe you have to select people you can trust and that can appreciate you for who you are, don’t you think?”

“I’m gay”.

“Me too” answered El, looking in front of her, completely naturally.

“What are you saying, El?”

“Yes, I’m glad we could… oh” El suddenly stop, blushing a little. “You mean… you like boys, right?”

Billy was smling against his will. He nodded. 

“Ok” continued El. “It’s not important, I think”.

Billy smiled, relieved. El was really naive, sometimes, and she probably didn’t know what it really meant and she wasn’t spoiled by the common opinion, but he was happy he could tell it to her. 

They kept going to therapy, Billy was sure El didn’t really need it but she insisted to go with him, and he felt protected with her outside the therapist study. 

Every Thursday he left Max at home at 4, went to pick up El for the therapy at 4.30. Sometimes he listened to Max ranting because El wasn’t available to play with her, and he knew for sure she didn't sell him out even to her best friend.

She tried every time to buy ice cream for him, he didn’t let her pay but enjoyed the sweet treat with her. It was pretty intense every time, he had difficulties remembering what they said in the session right before it, sometimes he went out really sad and upset, but he knew it was part of the process. He stayed awake in the night recalling what the therapist said to him, and he felt like a hole in his chest, like a hole in the road waiting to be fixed, they’d eventually fill it up and fix the road, but in the meantime it was barely cover with a plastic and you could see all the broken pieces into it. 

He felt better, not good yet, but better. He could share some little things to El during their ice creams and Lucas was happy for him too.

El sometimes shared things with him, in return. She wasn’t always comfortable with the others because she didn’t understand them every time, but now she felt a little more confident telling them how she was feeling. 

A month or so had passed, and they were laughing at sillinesses out of the ice cream parlor. El took Billy’s hand returning to the car, she didn’t mind showing him affection…

“What are you doing!” Screamed Max, coming in the street with Lucas at her side. She wanted to go to the library that day, and tried to convince El to go with her, obviously without success.

Billy suddenly stopped and blushed, while El didn’t let his hand go. 

“You’re dating her?” Max kept screaming. “What are you doing with her? Are you grooming her?”

“Max…”

“You make me sick, and you… you lied to me!” She pointed Max with her finger.

“No, I said I can’t play with you today” replied El.

“To go out with him” she pointed to Billy too. “She’s my age! She’s fifteen! You’re disgusting”.

“Max, we are not…”

“You make me sick! You’re a pervert!”

Lucas was silent at her side, looking at Billy's face. Billy was looking on the ground, upset and incapable to stop Max’s words.

“Maw, I…”

“No! I don’t want to talk with you, never! You’re gross!” She grabbed El but she resisted.

“Max, stop!” Yelled El, wriggling out.

“We’re not dating, Max! We’re just friends!”

“Bullshit, you can’t be friend with her, you don’t have enough bitches…”

“Max, stop!” Esclaimed finally Lucas. “Stop being stupid! Let them alone!”

“You? Are you defending him? Are you at his side?”

Billy raised his eyes and looked at Lucas.

Of course not, I’m at no one side…  he could perfectly imagine the diplomatic answer Lucas was about to say.

“Of course I’m at his side, Max, you’re attacking him!”

Billy opened his mouth with great surprise. Lucas was at his side, openly. Really Lucas has always been at his side lately, but he wasn’t prepared anyway.

“But he is grooming our friend!” Yelled Max again.

“No I’m not!” Billy could finally interrupt her. He looked intesely Lucas in the face, then, with difficulties, he looked at Max.

“And don’t you think it’s not your fault if someone don’t like you?”

“I… I’m not sure…” Billy was a little confused, and besides, the talk that day was  difficult, they were talking about Billy’s family and his father in particular. 

“You don’t have to fulfill others' expectations. You know that your father treated you… poorly because he certainly expected things from you. His desires aren’t your fault and his judgements aren’t your fault. You can decide not to charge with the guilt, Billy”.

Billy looked at his hands, tears in his eyes, and sighed.

“She’s… she comes with me to a… place” he murmured, and Lucas gasped. Max was clueless, and didn’t appear less angry. “I go… I go to therapy. At the community center. El comes with me… so I can’t run away”.

Max gasped a couple of times. She didn’t expect it. It was evident that neither Lucas or El had betrayed him. He looked at Lucas’ face and decided he was ready. It wouldn’t be his fault if Max wouldn't accept him.

“And I’m not dating El. I couldn’t”, he felt El stiffen at his side. “I’m gay, Max”.

“Billy!” Said Lucas.

Max stayed silent a few seconds, considering Billy’s words and their implications. She slowly turned to Lucas.

“Did you know? Shit, you both knew!” 

Her face turned red, she was shaking and her voice was broken with fury.

“You both knew! You are my best friend” she pointed El, “and you…”

“Max, it wasn’t our secret to tell!” Lucas lively interrupted her.

“You kept a secret to me!”

Lucas had a sad expression on his face. Billy was speechless, he obviously trusted Lucas, but he never considered Max and her reactions. Lucas adored Max, practically he worshiped her, but now he firmly reiterated his loyalty to Billy. He preferred the possibility to ruin things with Max than betray him. He felt he didn’t deserve it, and his eyes filled up with tears.

Lucas and El tried to speak to Max, but she kept shaking and stopped them with a gesture.

“No, I hate you! I hate you all!”.

She went a few steps far.

“I… I don’t…”

“Don’t worry, Billy. She’s being dramatic” said Lucas sadly, trying a little smile to comfort him. Max turned to them and said Lucas lightly touching Billy’s arm, and Billy with his head low, and his hands clenching, like when… and she finally got it.

“Billy…” They jumped because they didn’t see her coming again. Billy was so close to tears. 

“Billy, it’s… it’s for this your father was… so furious with you?” She whispered, unable to look him in the face.

Billy nodded. 

“I’m so… sorry” she continued, looking at him finally. Billy pursed his lips, trying to swallow his commotion. He smiled, and nodded to her

“Can I… can I…” Max tried to get near, but both hadn't had a great experience hugging. It was a clumsy, uncertain hug, but it was sincere, and Billy instantly decided that he wanted to trust Max, completely.

In the first part of his life, Billy wasn’t really lucky with the consequences of his decisions. More than once, reality slapped him in his face, ruining his planes and fucking up with his wishes. But somehow he felt that now he was walking on the right path and his decisions were more contemplated and the consequences more positive. He didn’t regret giving his trust to Max, she kept the secret for herself, although she surely didn’t guess for whom he had a crush, and became supportive for his therapy. She knew he got really tired after a session, so sometimes she left a packet of homemade cookies and a bottle of lemonade on his trailer’s porch. She  even asked politely how he felt and tried not to be too bossy with El and Max. Billy looked to his friends and family and could see things going really smoother.

“I’ll go home soon. I’m a little tired”. Billy clinked the ice in his soda. He was really, really dreaming for a beer and happily drunk people in the bar didn’t help him. He didn’t really talk about the alcohol in therapy, but he was trying to avoid drinking, and it was really exhausting. His mind kept going there, when he was at home, he kept thinking of going to the store and buying a six pack, when he was outside, like in that moment at the Hideout, he kept thinking to simply ask for one at the bar. Moreover, it was Thursday and he felt wrecked for the last session. 

“Yeah, you look tired lately” grinned Steve, sipping his beer without noticing the craving look of the other. “You have some new girl in hand, right?” He nudged him a little, with a sly look, but Billy stuck to a little smile.

“I’ll go soon too, I’ll see Jeanie later…” insisted Steve, and again Billy grinned a little smile, avoiding his eyes. 

“What’s the name, Hargrove?Or… she’s one of that girls you just screw and keep hide to your friends?”

Billy sighed. He’d really gulp a whole beer in his throat and just get drunk and avoid thinking and struggling.

“You need to convince yourself you deserve the best, Billy. You should say it to your friends, right? So why you shouldn’t deserve the best for yourself?”

“I… I don’t know, some people are better than me…”

“This is not true, Billy, you’re perfectly fine just the way you are. You have to understand that you’re not responsible for what other people think about you, but you’re responsible of what you think or do. You have to understand what works for you and go for it. If keeping secrets makes you feel afrad, just stop keeping secrets”.

“But… what if some people go away?”

“So they don’t deserve your time, Billy. Well, think about it as a homework for the next week, would you?”

Billy nodded and scribbled a note in the little notebook he started to use in the sessions. It helped him to remember and consider.

Think abt w. Deserve my time, he wrote in the notebook.

He hung out every now and then with Steve at the Hideout on Thursdays, sometimes they listen to the band playing, or more often they drink a couple beers together after going to their dates. Well, Billy hadn’t dated really, but he kept the part with Steve, while he was shaking internally for the mere proximity of his eternal crush. He clearly didn’t move on from high school, and he kept blushing when he went to rent some movies.

He went that Thursday, after therapy and ice cream, to return The Princess Bride and was thinking about renting Ladyhawke again, because he needed a good cry and Rutger Hauer, but Steve was at the desk just about to end his shift, and he couldn’t say no to hangout with him.

“So what’s the name, Hargrove, come on!” The music was loud and the voices started raising. He turned a last time the empty glass. 

“You see, Steve… ‘m not seeing a girl. In fact… I’m going to therapy. I just went this afternoon, and for this I’m really tired”.

He talked firmly, with a little low voice that forced Steve getting a little closer to him, making his heart racing.

Now Steve was looking at him with steely eyes. Billy knew what he was thinking, therapy is for mad people, so he must be crazy or dangerous or weird.

Losing Steve, it would hurt, but he tried to convice himself that his friends had to accept him just the way he was, or just going away.

“And… Steve… There are no girls. Never been. I’m… I like boys” he lowered both his voice, and his eyes. “I like you”.

Steve freeze during a large second. Billy could hear just a buzz in his head and he couldn’t decide if he had been more impulsive or stupid. He had clearly pushed Steve away, but he was tired of that little game, tired to lie. He expected nothing from Steve, but he was tired of hiding himself in the closet.

Steve didn’t react, so Billy collected his jacked and turned to go away.

Steve grabbed his hand.

“Billy, no… don’t go. You’re… so brave” Steve said, circling his palm with the thumb, absent mindely, almost automatically.

Billy lingered to the touch, swallowing butterflies. But he freed his hand and went outside, followed by Steve. He grabbed again his hand in the parking.

“Billy wait! Don’t you want to… to talk about it’?”

“No… not really… I’m tired”. Billy sighed, vaguely disappointed, but ready to cope with the consequences.

“Billy, please…” Steve cicled again his palm. He got nearer. “You were… you are so brave…” he repeated. “I wish I was half brave than you…” murmured Steve.

“What?”

“I don’t… I don’t have a date either… it’s a long time I don’t have a date… I wanted just… just… ”

Billy nodded. To maintain appearances. To match with others’ expectations.

“I like you too, Billy”.

Billy thought he got momentarily deaf and blind, because he couldn’t believe what he heard and he lost vision for a second. He tried to say something, but he realized that he lost his voice too.

Steve was nearer, and warmer, now. 

“Can I…” he smiled, staring at Billy’s lips.

Billy nodded, because he honestly couldn’t do anything else

And Steve kissed him. He closed his eyes, breathing rapidly near his face, and then leaned his lips on Billy’s lips, so soft and shy he wasn’t sure they were there for real.

It wasn’t a movie kiss like Billy always imagined. It wasn’t desperate and hungry and hot, no, it was delicate and sweet like a butterfly wing, lighly touching his lips, matching with the sweet butterflies in his stomach.

And it was perfect.

Next thing he knew, he was lying on Steve’s bare chest, under a heavy, warm blanket on Harrington’s sofa, with the TV talking quietly in the room. 

They went to Steve’s house, and yes, they kissed and touched and roughly take off clothes, but then stopped and hugged and lied together in the sofa, talking sweetly and disclosing things.

It was enough for Billy. They just covered them with the blanket, he kissed Steve’s neck, and chest, and simply rest his head on him. Steve hugged him firmly and caressed his head, driving him to sleep unnoticed.

Billy closed his eyes, and felt he deserved all this. That it was his worth, and Steve deserved it too. 

He fell asleep like a baby, tightened in a trust hug, in the arms of the man he loved.

[queers-gambit]

Ok ok, so since we are all thinking here…I hope you don’t mind me sharing my thoughts. I need someone to talk to about this 😅🙏🏼🤭(Literally been thinking about this for the last few days..opps 🤪).

We know she is thinking about her options- If I stay my family (the Blacks) will see me as a traitor and I risk not only my life in jeopardy but also my baby (babies?) and I’m stuck supporting a king I do not view worthy to have the crown…and my dragon will be used in a war to harm those I love…If I go, I leave my love breaking my vows and my child will not know their father…and Aemond could die and I would not be there…

There are literally so many factors that play into this it’s so difficult and not easy to work with at all!! Anyway…

One scenario is her staying with Aemond. She would explain to him she is only staying with him because of the love they have for each other. Leaving/abandoning him, her love and father of her child, would be a more painful fate than death. She’d make it clear that she is NOT staying because she is loyal to his brother and his ascension to the throne over her mother, only reason she is staying is cause their love. She would try to come up with a way to “fix” this to avoid war. Possibly trying to approach her mother with the fact Vhagar is the one who killed her son…not Aemond. Therefore punish Vhagar…it was foolish to allow a boy that dragon to begin with (that would hurt Aemond’s feelings but the reader doesn’t care) and that dragon is not one that should be ridden, it is a liability to all of them. A reflection of the beasts and cruelty within nature. Also, the whole “dragon rider illusion”, remind her of what her father told her as young girl.

OR

She does stay and her father would eventually come to take her home…maybe she hesitates in trying to explain why she wants to stay, but he pulls a dagger to her stomach (lightly pressing it to her) and he threatens her that he loves her (truly loves her as his own daughter, as of she were his blood) and doesn’t want to harm her or the babe, (as that would cause him great suffering) but he will if he must, for his wife/her mother the queen. ANGSSSSTTTTTT

yea…😫

I hope you don’t mind I wrote this all out , tried to keep this short 😅 whatcha think?

Love ya! Like seriously 😘😘😘😘

ah, fresh cup of coffee and gettin' right into the angst. i love this for me. thoughts about Distraction and Bearer of Bad News --

either are very viable options. sweet girl has to weigh the pros and cons of either side; like, is it worth leaving Aemond to take Kasta to her mother and join her efforts? would that later mean sweet girl encounters Aemond and Alys Rivers? if she stays, what if Alys still becomes a thing? hmmm, thoughts are being thunk again.

if she leaves, what does that mean for the baby? or babies? what if the anxiousness of leaving is too much for her? if she leaves, she's giving up both her husband and "family by law"; and she would more than likely be used as a pawn by her mother. where she doesn't have Aemond to defend her, protect her; to shield her from everyone else's selfishness.

think of it: Rhaenyra is beyond angry and disturbed following the death of her son, Luke. and sweet girl is feeling both betrayed and hurt, as well; and we know these emotions can lead hot-headed Targaryens into war. if she returns to her mother, bearing the news of her brother, even if it's technically Vhagar's "fault", Rhaenyra is still going to war 'cause mamabear is looking for blood now. i've tried to establish the point that Kasta is large, as well; and still growing. she's a machine of war by sheer size only; and while the Greens have Vhagar and Aemond, the Blacks would then have sweet girl (who is trained by both her fathers: Laenor and Daemon) and Kasta.

there are two sides to every coin and it's up to us to then examine potential outcomes. if the coin is to fall on either side, we must know what to do to keeping moving forward; and for sweet girl, the crushing pressure to choose is overwhelming enough.

staying with Aemond means she gets her husband and baby... or does it? or does the pressure drive a wedge between them; making her feel alone and so suffocated that she escapes in the night? Kasta has to burn a couple bitches to get away? if she stays, again, what if Aemond meets Alys, still? or does sweet girl come between her husband and his paramour, and possibly join in her husband's war efforts? what if she's there for the Battle Above the God's Eye instead of Alys Rivers? hmmm...

leaving King's Landing and Aemond, however, means she's going straight into war at her mother's side. could mean she puts her baby / babies in jeopardy, and would it then mean that if she goes into labor, her babes will never know their father? how will she cope with that after being close to her own birth father? if she leaves, what if her mother's not the same - and she feels even greater pressure to please Rhaenyra? yikes...

love reading your thoughts!! all my love is being sent your way! 🖤

[angelasscribbles]

Cordonian Chaos: Matters of State Part 3 (Lena's the Favorite)

Series: Cordonian Chaos

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Liam x Riley

Premise: Eleanor never died, and Leo, Liam and Lena grew up together. This series is a chronicle of their sometimes dysfunctional sibling group chats.

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Mature themes

Word Count: 538

My other stuff: Master List.

Liam: Lena, where are you? We’re all at the beer garden waiting for you.

Leo: Yeah, you’re late and you haven’t answered a text all damn day. What’s up?

Liam: Your brothers are getting worried.

Lena: Sorry, been in meetings with dad all day, repealing a bunch of out dated laws and rewriting the rules of succession.

Liam: Seriously? Like which ones?

Lena: Oh, I can marry whoever the hell I want now. Noble, commoner, even another woman. In fact, I don’t have to be married at all to ascend the throne!

Leo: What the hell?

Liam: Yeah, what the actual fuck?

Leo: I told you she was always the favorite

Lena: What do you mean?           

Liam: He means that he and I got no quarter on those rules and he just what? Rewrites or even deep sixes them for you????

Lena: He fucking had to! He has no kids left! If I abdicate, Cordonian is fucked!

Liam: I guess that’s true….maybe Leo and I abdicating made him realize how fucked up those laws are.

Leo: No. Don’t let her twist it like that! Dad always liked her best! His only princess!

Lena: Liam is moms favorite!

Liam: Am not

Leo: Yes, you fucking are! No wonder I’m so fucked up. I was no one’s favorite

Liam: Ah, Leo, you’re my favorite brother!

Leo: I’m your only brother, shut up

Leo: That would mean something coming from Lena

Lena: What?

Leo: Am I your favorite brother?

Lena: Well……

Leo: Ok, fuck this! See? I should have stayed in LA, or Greece or on that fucking cruise ship! Why did I bother to come back here?

Lena: Because Katie dumped you, that’s why.

Liam: You love us, Leo.

Lena: Ok, on my way finally! We have a lot to celebrate!

Leo: You mean you have a lot to celebrate. Favorite.

Lena: I am not the favorite! I wasn’t allowed to get away with half the shit you were!

Liam: She’s got you there.

Leo: That’s because she’s a girl and dad was overprotective. Remember that Christmas when she got the last piece of chocolate cake?

Lena: This again?                   

Liam: Jesus, Leo, she was five, give it a rest

Leo: We all know I called dibs on that cake!

Lena: I’m going to buy you a whole ass chocolate cake, ok? Then will you shut up about it?                  

Leo: It’s not about the cake, Lena! It’s the principle of the matter, I called dibs!

Lena: I WAS FIVE!!!!!

Liam: Ok, this conversation has been fun, but I’m out. Riley just got here!

Leo: Yeah, walked in the door with Drake

Lena: Not surprising

Liam: I told you THEY’RE FRIENDS!

Lena: What’s she wearing?

Liam: Seriously?

Leo: Want me to send you a picture of her ass?

Liam: You’re both just jealous that I have an amazing, smoking hot, loyal girlfriend and you don’t!

Lena: Is she loyal though?

Liam: YES!

Leo: Drake though….

Liam: What Riley and I do with Drake in the privacy of our own bedroom is no one else’s business, ok?

Leo: WHAT????

Lena: WHAT?????

Liam: Nevermind. I’ve said too much….

Lena: No, no way! We need details!

Leo: So many details!

Liam has left the group

[copper-compact-disc]

OK SO I’m sure someone has talked about this already but the coffee theory?? It doesn’t work!!!! Here’s why. I’m sorry to break your hearts I have reasoning I promise.

Aziraphale’s number one core value at the VERY HEART of his being is to do good. He wants to help the world. He loves the world. He lets off a kind nearby shop owner of rent because he knows how much it means to her. He refuses to harm Job’s children because he knows it’s wrong. He’s trying to morally justify how on earth he can stand complicit in grave robbing by determining whether or not there are net good outcomes for the world. The number one thing Aziraphale wants to do is to do good and betrays heaven to do it, but stays loyal to them for years because they’re the “good guys.”

When he gets the offer from the Metatron, he hears that he can fix a broken system. He’s told he was chosen because of his empathy and human closeness. If Aziraphale was in power, he could have a say in what heaven does and could prevent future instances like Job and Armageddon. (Whether he actually can interfere with “the divine plan” and keep his power remains to be seen in season three and beyond.) Aziraphale isn’t trying to abandon Crowley and go back to toxic heaven, he’s trying to make it so heaven is no longer toxic.

Aziraphale returning to heaven makes perfect sense!!! He wants to help the world. This is how he can do it, and not just from earth, but with heavenly influence! And he wants Crowley by his side while he does it.

And though I’m not an expert on manipulative angelic drugs and how they affect people into making existence altering decisions, and this is much more based on my own opinions than evidence from the show, I can say that Aziraphale definitely seemed himself in the final scene with Crowley. He was thoughtful and tearful and well spoken, not dazed or seeming like his perception was altered.

Aziraphale’s decision was made of his own accord. Will it end up being the wrong decision? Probably!! Because like it or not Aziraphale probably won’t be able to fix heaven in the way he hopes. But Aziraphale questions authority in a way heaven doesn’t like and tries so hard to put good and love and joy and kindness into the world. And this is how he thinks he can do it.

All that said. I’m not Neil Gaiman or one of the writers I just had Thoughts and I needed to express them in a ranty post or else I was going to burst, so I could very well be proven wrong! And that’s ok! But this is my interpretation based on the series as it stands right now and i think people are trying to write off a decision they view as bad (because let’s face it it seriously is) because they, if put in the same situation, would make a different one. But this is the choice Aziraphale made and he’s going to learn from its consequences, good or bad, about how to move forward in his ongoing quest for good.

[bonesandthebees]

So Ranboo being a spy is what initially messes up Wilbur’s trust towards Jack, but it’s also what makes him come around again. And here we get to see Wilbur’s growth. He’s learned to work with his paranoia. And right now that paranoia is very justified. But he knows to trust his gut. His gut said Ranboo couldn’t be trusted and it was right. So his gut instinct to trust Jack, must be correct too.

There’s more to it than that of course. Trusting Jack could jeopardise everything. So he goes through different steps. Checking if Jack still lies for him in reports, though not in those words. Then he outright asks if they are friends and I love how offended Jack gets at the idea that Wilbur might not think they are friends. Like, he checks if it’s a self-depreciation thing or not, because that’s kind off hoe their whole friendship started, so it’s a fair assumption.

Their friendship also started by Jack not taking any of Wilbur’s bullshit and I’m so glad it not only stays like that, but also ends up being the deciding factor for Wilbur trusting him. And the rest of his reasoning is explained in the chapter itself, so I’m not going over that.

Instead, some extra reasons Jack is allowed to be pissed at Wilbur suddenly not trusting him anymore before learning that Ranboo is a spy (which puts it in perspective): that conversation about people not needing a reason to care, every time Jack has lied for Wilbur (seriously, this man is so loyal), not pushing and respecting boundaries and generally minding his own business.

And then Jack learns Ranboo is a spy and turns into all of us. Also, a lot of Wilbur’s weird behaviour over the past two days including the conversation they are having, suddenly falls into, place.

(2/3)

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trust your gut!! he ignored his gut with ranboo because everyone was telling him he was wrong but he was right so now he's trusting his instincts again!! hell yeah!!

I had to be so careful with the way I wrote jack and wilbur's conversation. I needed it to feel realistic and justified for wilbur to decide to trust him despite him being in such a clear position to betray wilbur. he had to take those steps of figuring out where jack's head was, while jack is both confused and offended that wilbur is questioning him again after so long

again, while jack isn't taking any of wilbur's bullshit when it comes to their conversation, he takes so much of wilbur's shit by just doing whatever he asks in the name of their friendship

lol yeah the second he learns about ranboo he's like "yeah ok a lot of stuff makes sense now"

[fangirleaconmigo]

I would love to hear your bitter rant abt TWN Eskel

Ok Nonny, duck and cover. Here it comes.

I tend to delay making posts like this because when I watch something (in this case, the botched Episode 2 of Season 2) and get pissed off, I like to calm down and think before I speak.

But then time passes, and it’s like….it’s too late. It’d be weird now. (this is actually the story of my entire life and communication style) But if you’re interested in my Eskel rant, I am happy to oblige.

Before I do, please know I am not just reflexively negative. I reviewed S2 Ep 1 and gave it an A. I posted a long ass blog post saying how much I loved it. The vast, vast majority of the space I take up on social media is focused on positivity and restraint. But I’m a human being too, and like anyone else on this planet, I cannot possibly be expected to love literally everything.

So DO NOT CLICK OR READ IF TWN CRITIQUE IS GOING TO BUM YOU OUT OR RUIN YOUR ENJOYMENT OF IT. Protect your peace. Curate your fandom experience. I want you to be happy and comfortable here first and foremost, I do not need anyone to read this who doesn't want to.

So, for me (book fan, fan of witchers and Eskel), Season 2 Ep 2 failed at everything it attempted regarding the parts set at Kaer Morhen. It failed at showing basic respect for the fans. It failed at telling the original story. It also failed at telling its own story. It also introduced brand spanking new misogyny to the story and to the wolves that was so goddamn disappointing to watch.

It failed at having basic respect for the fans. You can change almost everything about a story. But I firmly believe that the major things like deaths should stay the same. Killing off a character that does not die in the books is a dick move. You can only get away with it if your new story is so powerful and brilliant that it makes people appreciate it for what it is. But it didn’t do that either.

It failed at telling the original story: In book canon (on which the show is ostensibly based) Eskel is the gentlest, most gentlemanly witcher we ever meet! He is kind. He is mannerly. He is loyal. He is protective. I did a whole character breakdown here.

TWN made him a predatory, misogynistic creep. He is aggressive and shitty and creepy to Ciri. He even implies to Geralt that if he would have found Ciri, he wouldn’t have adopted her. He would have fucked her. Seriously I could barely watch, it was painful. I was ill.

But he was infected by the leshy! And we just wanted his death to have impact.

No! That story failed too! They threw the original story in the trash, then replaced it with a weak story that didn't work on it's own merits.

It failed because it did not establish Eskel as a character first. It did not establish his friendship with Geralt first. And no one in the story seemed to be surprised by his behavior. So there was NOTHING in that story that made me FEEL or SEE that it was unusual behavior for Eskel.

If a character is acting the literal opposite of their personality, people would have reacted! When he walked in acting like a giant weirdo Geralt would have hog tied him and performed an exorcism lol. He never once said what the fuck is going on with you. Neither did anyone else.

You can tell me that he was infected by the leshy and that this was unusual behavior for him, but if you show me the opposite thing, (no one taking much note of it) it is muddled, weak storytelling. The ‘after’ scene in the hall could not retroactively change the order in which people experienced his arc. Also, it couldn’t fix this glaring error.

So you’ve disappointed and screwed over people who love Eskel. And you’ve had zero effect on people who didn’t know Eskel. No one who was watching him for the first time gave a shit that he died, because from scene one he was a complete piece of shit. So his death didn’t even have an impact.

Its only job in the narrative was to be vague danger hits unexpectedly close to home making Geralt pivot from ‘hide Ciri away’ to ‘teach Ciri to fend for herself’. There were a million other ways they could have done that. It wasn’t powerful. It wasn’t necessary.

So why does that matter? I’ve seen people go “But he’s a minor character who cares?” I mean, if you don’t love that character then no, you don’t care. And you don’t have to! People connect to different characters. It is allowed. I am fully aware that this is largely a book reader complaint, and it doesn’t need to impact your enjoyment of the show. It shouldn’t! It is also an Eskel fan complaint (which includes lots of gamers), and not everyone is that either. You have my blessing and my envy to not care.

But I would like to differentiate between minor and insignificant. In the books, Geralt and Ciri are the main characters. (Geralt starts out as the main character and it kind of segues into focusing more and more on Ciri.)

And Kaer Morhen is essential to grounding, to defining, to understanding, and to humanizing both Geralt and Ciri. Kaer Morhen may only appear “live” in one book, but this place explains entirely how Geralt became Geralt. And it is (along with Yen) what gives Ciri the strength and resources to survive and vanquish her foes. She dreams about Kaer Morhen. She has visions of it. She recalls their lessons at the most pivotal moments throughout the entirety of her journey. Kaer Morhen may not be ‘on the page’ much, but it is at the heart of literally everything.

And Eskel is the witcher who (other than Vesemir) has known Geralt the longest. They are the same age. They were childhood best friends who played together. He is literally the only living person who was a child alongside Geralt. He knows him and anchors him in a way no one else could. He is singular and unique in that regard. There is something powerful about a story with beings who have been almost wiped out in genocides and are the last of their kinds. It defines Geralt in so many ways. And Eskel is an inextricable part of that.

And Eskel’s protectiveness of Ciri and his kindness to her, makes a huge difference in her life. Also, ETA: Eskel is the first witcher Ciri sees who isn’t Geralt and she is terrified because of how he looks. She is scared when she arrives at Kaer Morhen. But then she learns they are not scary. They are safe and they take care of her. So she learns not to be afraid or judge based on outward appearances. And that is because of Eskel.

So you can say that Eskel is a minor character, but you cannot say that he is insignificant to the story, because he is massively significant to the main characters.

And not only did this episode fuck up him, it fucked up that entire dynamic.

Kaer Morhen is a place of safety and family for Ciri and she calls upon it for strength for the rest of her life. And instead of Geralt walking in and saying “She is our destiny” and them pitching together to train and love and raise her, you have them ignoring her, being like ‘who the fuck is this’ and also sexually harrassing her? Like sobs What was the reason??? Then Geralt kills Eskel??? Kills him??? And Lambert is like…this is all Ciri’s fault?? What the fuck? We didn’t even know Ciri was involved yet. It was so confusing. I was like what the fuck are you saying, Lambert??? It was like a nightmare! Who are these people?? Lmaosob.

And Kaer Morhen itself, this mystical, melancholy place that is speaks of brothers lost that must be hidden at all costs, they bring like an entire group of sex workers there? Geralt can say the place is hidden. But if you show me that everyone and their mother parties there, I don’t feel it.

And the explanation of ‘they all somehow got black out drunk literally simultaneously and they get all the sex workers black out drunk and that is why not a single one of them objected to it, and then Vesemir was totally cool with it because that is both possible, and somehow makes it better?’

But even worse was the misogyny that was introduced. I’m gonna switch to feminist killjoy mode, and I know some of these things I absolutely hated, quite a few of you loved. And that is fine. I respect you and I love you and I would never tell people how to feel about it. But here is what I absolutely loathed.

As a feminist, one of the most important ways to tell if someone’s feminism is real is how they treat sex workers. Feminism is for EVERY WOMAN. ALL. NO FUCKING EXCEPTIONS. The minute someone is degrading of sex workers, I see their true colors. Their true colors are respectability politics, girlbossery, and dignity for some. It cuts through a lot of bullshit.

A lot of people see TWN as feminist. And there are FOR SURE some strong feminist themes that I appreciate. But in this episode it was just a big old rotten turd in that respect. (that’s the technical term).

They introduced sex workers so that they could show a naked dead female body. How regressive is that? What the fuck? They also introduced sex workers to act as a ‘scare tactic’ and ‘cautionary tale’ for Ciri. What the fuckkkkkkkkk man help me out here I’m crying.

And I will say that I adore 90% of what they did with Geralt and Ciri this season. I could write a positive post about that if anyone wanted to wash the taste of my disappointment out of their mouths. But again, I am focusing on this ep, and it was just a turd all the way around.

When Geralt stepped THREATENINGLY into Danica’s face because she implied Ciri could become a sex worker, what the fuckkkkk. I KNOW people think that is cute. I respect your point of view. I appreciate you. But I have to disagree. I hated it with my whole heart.

You add that to Vesemir’s little remark about Ciri dancing on tables that was supposed to upset Geralt, and we have more of the same.

Geralt HAS NEVER AND WOULD NEVER be the “I’m bringing a gun to my daughter’s first date” kind of dad. He’s never been the “I'm safeguarding my daughter’s vagina so she keeps her virtue” kind of dad.

Y’all. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I hate it. It creeps me the fuckout. The ENTIRE POINT of Geralt’s relationship with Ciri is that he protects her AUTONOMY. Not her VIRTUE. Do we not see how those two things are literal opposites? Geralt cares about protecting Ciri. From having to kill people. From being traumatized. From being killed or forced to have babies against her will. Not from having fun (dancing on tables??!!). And his worst nightmare is not a sex worker.

HE GOES TO THEM!! He isn’t disgusted by them. To have him again, STEP THREATENINGLY towards Danica to show ‘oh he’s a real dad’ I’m sorry I despise it. I hate that model of fatherhood. The one that is focused on guarding virtue. And Geralt of Rivia baby I’m so sorry that ugly bitch (episode 2) did that to you.

I can have a sense of humor about myself ok I know I’m not in the majority. I know that’s the model of fatherhood that people like. They think it’s cute. But we are all individuals and have our own reactions to things, and that is mine.

I even hated how they had him not remember Danica. Every time she was on screen it was ‘haha see how crappy all these witchers treat them?’ And they also got them all black out drunk??

Holy shit you guys. This is what the creators of this show think the ‘rugged, rough around the edges’ masculinity of witchers is all about. Gahhhhhhhhhh.

And the one bright spot, Geralt and Vesemir, they ended up taking away from me when Vesemir betrays Geralt and TRIES TO DOSE CIRI????

So look. Again. There are so many things I do love about the show. I could wax complimentary about the parts I love if you guys want me to. I love SO MUCH about what they've done with Yen. The sorceresses. I love that they've given them genuine friendships. I could also talk about that. I am obsessed with Myanna Buring as Tissaia. We know how I feel about Joey's Jaskier. I mean it's not the cast's fault! I am fully, fully in love with Yasen Atour as Coën, he was absolutely perfect. I wouldn't be so into the fandom if there weren't many things that I love.

But the fact is, TWN just does not ‘get’ witchers. They do not understand their oppressions (class, mostly) or how power structures exploit them. They made this plainly obvious in the lore they created for the sacking of Kaer Morhen and the ‘Vesemir doses Ciri’ storyline. (that is a whole other post) They do not understand this model of masculinity. They made this plainly obvious with this episode.

Which, these are big things to not ‘get’ for a show that is called The Witcher.

But this is probably just fine for most people! If they have no strong attachments to the themes and spirit of the books, I'm sure it is fine. I understand that this is a niche nerd rant and that I feel passionately about something most people do not! That’s ok. That’s the nerd life baby.

This has been my rant.

[averagekanadekinnie]

I hath arrived again 🧍🏾‍♀️

But, hello hello!! Hope you're doing well after your break!! I was wondering if you could do a Kel x reader scenario where Kel has been really busy with basketball and hasn't gotten time to hang out with his partner, which is slowly but definitely surely taking a toll on the reader who just wants to spend time with him. However, one night, Kel comes to reader's house and asks is he can stay over and the reader agrees because like who can say no to Kel's innocent puppy dog smile. But then the two of them get to spend time together playing games and talking and then something sentimental happens (ex: first kiss, one of them crying about missing the other, etc. but I'll leave it up to you!!). Sorry thats it INCREDIBLY complicated but I thought it would be pretty cute!!

(OMORI) KEL x READER

Type: Fluff-ish

Warnings: doubting kel-ish?? (jealousy n stuff??)

Notes: ANOTHER KEL REQUEST LETS GOO!!!!

Since KEL has been making more time for basketball, you were okay with it at first!!

Of course, he lets you know first hand.

"Hey, hey Y/N!!" KEL called out to you while you were talking to OTHERMART. Of course you turned around with curiousity. "Oh, yeah what’s up, KEL?"

"Okay so.. listen um.." His tone of voice got serious so your heart dropped for a minute. He noticed and jumped a bit, surprised. "Oh no no! Trust me it’s not THAT type of topic, hehe.." You sighed in relief at his words. He then continued,

"Well um.. I just came to tell you that I might be practicing BASKETBALL a little more than usual! Surprise, haha! Only because there’s this game me and my friends are gonna play next week at the PARK so I wanna practice extra hard until then! I’m sure I’ll win!" KEL boasts playfully before looking at you with his expression and tone a bit guilty.

"Anyways I— I hope you don’t mind that and all..!" KEL sweats a bit. Of course you’re not gonna mind, it’s his favorite hobby anyways. You shook your head and smiled at him. "Of course I don’t mind, I know you’ll win too!" You joked before continuing, earning a laugh from KEL, "But seriously, I don’t mind at all, as long as your happy and all that corny stuff."

KEL smiled back at you, god was he lucky to have you. "Aww thanks Y/N, you’re the best! I loveee you!" He hugs you, he smells bad tbh. He lets go and waves you goodbye. "Well, I’m gonna go back home, I’m babysitting SALLY! Just had to tell you first! Cya, Y/N!"

I mean, it’ll be fine right?

I mean, you got other people to hang out until then, yeah?

Or if you don’t.. that’s tough.

…

It’ll be 3 days until you’ll start to feel REAL lonely without him.

Yeah, sometimes you guys meet up at school but not as you use to.

You don’t even hang out

Whenever you guys look at each other, it’ll just be a simple wave and one of you leaves right after.

I mean, it’s fine right?

You still have friends to hang out with?

Unless you’re alone, then dang,

But KEL… he’s your boyfriend, so obviously without him you felt alone a lot more

Dude he’s the sun you’re the moon

And right now, you want your sun.

You felt really guilty right now, I mean.. this relationship has been going on for 3 weeks, you can’t be all clingy and jealous right?

KEL wasn’t seeing anyone behind your back, right?

No of course he wouldn’t, he’s literally the most loyal person you’ll ever meet

Plus, he doesn’t pull any bitches /hj

Ok ok, let’s move on

On the 5th day, something FINALLY happened

Something good I promise.

You heard a sudden knock on the door, it was raining, who could be outside at this weather? Your parental guardian(s) were taking a nap because this weather is literally a good time to, so you had to open the door. So of course you acted accordingly and speed walked to the door, opening it to find—

A very soaked KEL! Wow, how surprising! "H-Hey Y/N, good to see you! Haha..!" KEL smiled widely at you, completely ignoring that HES SOAKED. "K-KEL, what the hell are you doing outside in the rain?! Eugh, wait here for a second, I’ll get you a towel or something."

You dashed to the bathroom either upstairs or the same floor, opening it to get a towel big enough for a tall man such as him. You ran back and literally threw it on him, which completely surprised him. "W-WOAH, hey what gives?!" After a bit, he finally got it off his head and around his entire body as you let him inside.

You let him sit down on the couch, making a mental note to apologize to your parental guardian(s) for the wet spot of the couch later, as you sat next to him, "Alright, what the actual hell were you doing outside?! You can get sick, you dumb-dumb!" You lectured him as you were his mom or something.

"Hey hey, I know that! I just- I just wanted to see you! I just wanted to come over, alright..? Can I— just stay over, for the night?" KEL looked a bit guilty. When he’s like this, how can you refuse? I mean, you can’t say no to KEL at ALL. You sighed. "Fine, fine. Um, you can sleep on the couch tonight, alright?"

"WOOHOOOOO! THE COUCH IS MY FAVORITE PLACE TO SLEEP! BESIDES MY BED OF COUR—"

KEL cheered out loud, you immediately covered his mouth so he doesn’t wake up your parental guardian(s). "Shush it, will you?! My (older sibling/parent(s)/grandparent(s)/caretaker/etc) is/are sleeping!" "Haha.. sorry." KEL apologized right after, quieting down.

For the remaining hour(s) until it becomes nighttime, you and KEL hung out. It felt nice, considering the fact that he basically focused on his hobby for the past days rather than you. When you were both on the couch, watching whatever, KEL spoke up with his serious tone again.

"Hey uh, Y/N, can I be serious just for a sec?.. I just wanna say sorry." KEL said, feeling guilty. Ah, so he finally noticed. Don’t, don’t actually say that to his face he’ll feel even worse. Play it cool, play it dumb. "Sorry for..?" You asked, even though you already know the answer.

"Sorry for um, not talking to you for those five days n stuff.. jeez I feel- I feel really bad." He says, very guilty as hell. You kinda feel bad. "Whenever we pass by each other at school, I feel so bad that I just.. left you in the dust like that. Sure, playing basketball with friends is super fun, but hanging out with you is better! That sounds pretty corny doesn’t it? But- y-yeah, I’m super sorry Y/N. I’m not really good at these things so.. heh.." KEL laughs it off awkwardly, but you can clearly tell he’s really sorry and definitely wants your forgiveness.

I mean, like I said, you can never say no to KEL, especially when he’s like this. So you simply turn around and give him a biiiig hug! "Of course I forgive you, dude. I cant stop you from doing the things you love. And sure, yeah, that apology was kinda bad, ("Wh-Hey!") but I know you’re being sincere. Just— just promise me after the game, we’ll hang out ten times as much as we did before, okay?" You put your face on the crook of his neck, just hugging him. After a few seconds of taking that all in, he returns the hug, smiling even if you can’t see it.

"Yeah.. ‘course I will, Y/N." Was all he said, but you didn’t care, as long as he promised.. hopefully. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he spoke up.

"Man, I’m such a terrible boyfriend!"

"..Don’t say that, dude."

[cavills-kitten]

...So am I - Chapter 7

Summary: You are a high ranking Agent with Interpol, happily enjoying your career and domesticity with Walter; but a link to your very dark past emerges. Will your long past connection to a dark August Walker threaten everything you have?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader (called Veronica), Dark August Walker x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, BDSM, impact play, branding, dub-con, Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex. Dark August Walker x reader.

Series Masterlist - previous chapter

Chapter 7

You securely login to the network to check the account you’ve located in London.  As you half expected, it's now empty, the money having been spirited away, you send a message to your team asking for an urgent trace.  The arrival of the gift means that the timescale has escalated, you need to finalise your plans and finish preparing.

Walter is standing at the window, staring at the stormy clouds forming. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his strong body, pressing your cheek into his back.  He moves so your hands are entwined.

“Are you ok?” you ask him, he sarcastically huffs at you “sorry, let me try again, are you ok to do this with me? If it’s too difficult I can find someone else”

He turns and faces you, studying your face, “there’s no one else I’d trust to watch your back,” you smirk and roll your eyes.  “Seriously Ron,” Walter pauses “I’ve got to ask you, is there any doubt in your mind about all this, about HIM.  Any lingering feelings at all?”

You tilt your head, knowing how you respond at this moment will likely dictate your whole future.  “I can’t say I don’t feel anything, mainly regret, anger and loathing.” You look directly at Walter, “I’m tired, of beating myself up over my past mistakes, of living each day wondering if he’ll come out of the shadows. It stops now.”

Walter squeezes your shoulders, silently reminding you that you are not alone in this.  

“So, what is the plan then? You got any leads?” Walter asks, looking more like himself.

“We need to stay hidden,” you say, “I’m not sure if we have a leak, but somehow he knows I’m on to him.  I need him to not know what is happening, it will drive him insane and he’ll make mistakes, he always does.”

You move around the apartment quickly, starting to gather a few things together; “we need to stop in at home first and get enough for a few days away” you’re speaking fast now, your mind running over thousands of possibilities.  “We need to be on the move”

“Woah, Ronni, wait!” Walter is almost shouting now “You cannot be serious, you want to go after the world’s most wanted man, just us two, with no backup.  He’s got an army of private mercenaries at his fingertips, it's suicide.”

Ignoring Walter’s objections, you open your laptop and pass the encryption.  You type quickly, several messages, at the same time answering Walter “August’s army is mainly loyal to the large paycheque they get, without the promise of that, I reckon they’ll desert pretty quickly”

Walter comes to stand behind you, you quickly close the messages you’ve sent, “You’ve found his money then?” He asks.

“I think I’ve found his money, and if I have, we’re going to get to it first.  Then we’ll make sure the right people know he’s penniless.  It will close down his options in the short term.” 

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The next day you and Walter are packed onto a commercial flight to Switzerland, you glance sideways at your bear, he’s hunched over in the small airline seat, knees almost up to his chest.  Every few seconds he moves in the seat, trying to get comfortable.  You smile to yourself, thankful that the seats are only in pairs, he’s pressed to your side incredibly closely, the last thing he needs is another passenger this close to him.  He turns his head and catches your smile, his lips set in a firm line, clearly grumpy. 

“I don’t know why we couldn’t fly private” he hisses at you “I know you could have arranged it, given what we’re doing”

You lay a calming hand on his tense arm, “It's easier for us to blend in this way, he could be monitoring fights.  I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know what our plan is”

“I don’t know what your plan is” Walter interrupts as he shifts in his seat again.

You ignore Walter’s pointed comment and carry on “I’ll explain when we’re at the accommodation, do you remember our cover”

Walter rolls his eyes, “not my first rodeo, darling, I’m so pleased to be spending our honeymoon in Geneva.”  

You snort with laughter at his tone of voice, deciding to try and lighten the mood you reach in your bag and hand him his new ring.  You watch his eyes widen as he slowly turns the over the top, diamond-encrusted, tri-metal wedding band you’ve procured for him.  It’s the ugliest ring you’ve ever seen.

He stares at you wordlessly as he puts it on, the diamond glinting brightly in the sunlight pouring through the airplane window.  Thoroughly enjoying yourself now, you affect a higher-pitched droning voice and start talking loudly “oh Honey, look how lovely your new ring looks, it was such a good idea having us secretly buy each other’s ring,” you hold out your own hand showing Walter the plan silver band you’ve slipped on your finger.

If looks could kill you’d be dust by now with the simmering glare Walter is giving you, warming up to your new role as a newlywed, you playfully hit Walter on his chest and giggle nasally as the flight attendant walks past. “At least everyone will know you’re mine now, I can’t wait to get to the hotel and start our honeymoon.” you start to flirt with him in an over the top way.  

The flight attendant stops as she walks up the aisle and gasps, clasping her hands together, “oh I didn’t know we had newlyweds onboard, how exciting, wait here” and she runs off to the galley.  Walter’s face hasn’t moved, you can see that little muscle in his jaw twitch as he clenches his teeth.  The flight attendant returns with two small bottles of champagne and glasses, she makes a fuss of popping the bottles and pouring the drinks.  

“Congratulations you two,” she says as she watches you both expectantly, you lift your glass and look at Walter, with a grimace he lifts his glass and you clink saying cheers.  The flight attendant now satisfied moves on.  Walter turns to you and unleashes his full ‘I am angry’ stare, you can’t help but grin at him and sip your champagne.  He shakes his head “just you wait until we get to the cabin” he whispers darkly “my bratty new wife needs correction”.  You look at him letting the desire you feel for him enter your gaze, he holds eye contact and it makes you squirm in your seat at the unspoken promise between the two of you.   

Satisfied at the reaction from you, Walter smiles and drains his drink.  He leans over to you and whispers so quietly in your ear “I wonder how this god awful ring will look when I’ve got my fingers buried deep in your cunt as you ride my face”, your mouth opens as you can feel the wetness pool in your underwear.  You close your eyes and bite your lip, imaging just that for a second.  You feel Walter return to his seat and chuckle softly.  You look at him with a wry smile, letting him know that he’s won this round.  You shake your head and lie back in the seat, your hands are resting on your knees and you feel Walter’s big warm hand over yours as he entwines his fingers with yours, holding tightly.

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You and Walter are holding hands through the airport, eyes watching everywhere and still maintaining your newlywed cover.  You pull Walter over to the met arrivals point, where you search for a sign.

“There he is,” you say to Walter, pointing to a tall well-dressed man looking bored holding a sign that reads Mr and Mrs Smith “original” comments Walter, “hey” you exclaim, hitting his arm “I was in a rush”.  You approach the man and try not to react in case you’re being watched, 

“Mr and Mrs Smith I presume?” He asks politely, you nod yes, “follow me please” and he walks quickly out of the airport to a waiting car.

You and Walter quickly follow and enter the blacked-out luxury car.  You wait until you’ve cleared the airport roads until you speak to the driver, “how far out are we?”.  You catch the driver's blue eyes in the mirror, he clears his throat and replies “Mrs Smith, it’s only 10 minutes to the honeymoon cabin, sit back and enjoy the peace and quiet” You nod and look at Walter, snuggling up to him in the back seat, “oh you booked a cabin sweetie, I love you” and you lean up and noisily kiss his cheek, pausing to whisper “bugged” in his ear.

The car pulls up at the secluded cabin and you and Walter get out, the driver exits and picks up your bags, “I’ll take these in for you and then give you the guided tour”.  You all troop into the cabin and Walter takes a look outside before shutting and locking the door.  

You turn and look at the driver, he smiles and says “it’s clean, I only had time to sweep the cabin”. You scream in delight and run at your long time friend Leon Solo, hugging him so tightly he stumbles, he laughs and picks you up and spins you around.

“Thanks for this, Leon, I’ve missed you so much” he puts you down and cups your face in his hands, “You look tired bella, are you sleeping, eating enough?”  You sigh and roll your eyes, about to respond you hear Walter cough lightly, reminding you he’s there.  You turn and see Walter looking suspicious and unsure.  

You kick yourself mentally, but you couldn’t risk telling him until you were in a secure space.  “Leon, this is Walter, my….” “Boyfriend” he interrupts, “Walter” you continue, “meet Leon my really good friend and CIA operative”. 

The two men eye each other, physically almost the same height that is where the similarities end.  Leon is groomed within an inch of his life, always perfect, with a soft smile and kind eyes.  Whereas Walter, your grumpy lover, is always casual in his cable sweaters and jeans that fit just right on his thick thighs, and he is rarely caught smiling, but you know he has your heart and you can’t take your eyes off him.

Leon with his impeccable manners steps forward and holds out his hand “Walter, pleased to meet you, I’ve heard lots about you” his voice is tight.  Walter eyes him suspiciously and looks from Leon to you before taking his hand, you can see knuckles turn white during the handshake. “Funny, I have no idea who you are” Walter growls.

You shake your head, “Guys, stop the pissing contest right now.” You walk over to Walter and touch his hand lightly “Leon helped me with August all those years ago, he helped get me away.  We kept in touch over the years, he helps our department off-book if I need him.  I couldn’t talk about him to you without explaining about August.” You turn and look at Leon again and smile widely, “he’s like my big brother”.  Addressing Leon now you scold him “and you stop being so protective, I told you who Walter is to me”

Leon eyes Walter warily, not wanting to upset him any further, Walter takes a deep breath, and runs his hand through his messy curls.  “Sorry man, it’s been a rough few days”.

Leon walks over to the kitchen and pours all three of you a healthy dose of whisky, “I can imagine, I did warn Veronica to talk to you a while ago, to confide her past”. Walter picks up his glass, drains it quickly, and puts it down gesturing for another pour.  

“I understand why she didn’t, but it’s still……difficult” and with that Walter takes his second drink and sits on the sofa.  Leon watches as you join Walter on the sofa, “Hey, I’m sorry,” you say to Walter, “I know that none of this is ideal.  I couldn’t risk Leon’s cover if we were compromised so I chose not to say anything.”

Walter appears deep in thought as he sips his drink, you turn to Leon “and you’re certain this place is secure?”

“Yes, everything you need is in the middle bedroom, I’m not sure if I’ve been under surveillance the past few days but I’ve disabled the GPS in the car for now”. 

Leon studies you and Walter carefully, “Walter, I need to say this and I don’t care if I’m overstepping some boundary.  Veronica, are you sure you are up to this? To seeing Walker again? To going up against him?”  

You start to speak but Leon holds up his hand, asking to finish first “I was there at the time, I remember whom you became and how long it took you to find some form of peace.  I’ll never forgive myself for not realising the truth about Walker sooner.” 

Leon continues “Walker broke your spirit and heart, as well as your body.  I don’t think either of us can bear to see anything like that happen again.”  Leon eyes Walter again and sees the pure rage on his face.  “Can both of you put aside your personal feelings to do this? I’m not questioning your professionalism, just that Walker has a way of getting under your skin.”

Walter drains his drink again and looks at you and raises an eyebrow “are you going to tell him or should I?”

Now it’s your turn to stand and start pacing, suddenly cold you wrap your arms around yourself. “He’s sent me a gift, it had….an intimate meaning between him and me, he sent it to where we live” a deep exhale follows from Leon, “Trust me, I know exactly how Walker works, what he’s trying to do”

Leon reaches inside his jacket for an envelope, “Well, that makes giving you this a bit easier, seeing as you already know he’s after you.  It was delivered to me in Italy two days ago”. He hands you an envelope, hand-delivered, with no postmarks.  It’s thick luxurious paper, a satisfying weight in your hand.  Your name is written in elaborate cursive calligraphy, with thick black strokes.  You open the envelope, two pairs of intense eyes watching you.

There is a single piece of card, you pull it out and turn it over, and there is a message printed on it.

“Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?”

You hand it silently to Walter, not wanting to have any more secrets with him, white-hot fury is coursing through your body.  “I’m not playing his fucking games again, burn it.”  

Leon places a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Veronica, I can stay if you need the help.” 

You reach up and squeeze his hand, “Thank you, I’m more grateful to you than you will ever know but this is my mess and I need to finish it.  I don’t want to drag you any further into this nightmare”.  

Leon starts to leave “you know where I am if you need me, either of you”. Walter stands “Leon, I’m not good at shit like this, but thanks.”  Leon nods at Walter as he leaves.

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Both you and Walter are exhausted, you quickly agree when he suggests leaving any more planning for tomorrow.

You’re both lying in the giant king-size bed in the cabin, sinking deep into the crisp white bedding.  Walter is quiet, but it’s not uncomfortable.  The sun is just setting and the sky has a dark burnt amber colour that is streaming through the window.  It’s an idyllic setting.  You turn on your side and watch Walter, lying in bed with his messy curls, firm jaw and furry chest, you marvel that he’s still here with you.  

The fact that he’s yours still makes you smile, feeling the familiar butterflies of love for him.  Needing to be close to him, you reach over and gently stroke his arm, it draws him out of whatever he was so deeply thinking about and he lifts his arm and gathers you to him.  You’re lying on his firm chest, snuggling into his warmth, his arm wrapped around you with his fingers gently caressing the bare skin between your sleep shorts and tank top. You sigh in contentedness.

“Keep those freezing feet off me” he grumbles before you can even try to warm your toes.  You snort with laughter, knowing it's a long-standing complaint of his.  Walter’s hand gently grips your long hair and tugs your head back so he can capture your lips in a deep kiss.  His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you open to him.  His tongue slides into your mouth, hot and dominant, completely overwhelming you.  You can faintly taste the whisky from earlier on his breath, it makes you want him more.  He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, he bites your lower lip gently before sucking on it.

Suddenly, without breaking contact, he rolls you on your back, pressing his hips against yours.   You moan into his mouth as you feel his erection pressing into your lower belly.  He runs his hands up your sides, his fingertips softly caressing your skin, pulling your top off.  His mouth leaves yours as he discards your top, he bends his head to suck your nipple into his warm mouth.  The sensation makes you writhe against him, his hand pinching your other nipple, making it harden against his touch.   Entwining your fingers in his soft curls you gently scratch his scalp.

He releases your nipple with a pop, leaving it wet with his saliva.  Kissing his way down your body, hot open-mouthed kisses, gently sucking and biting as you writhe against him.  In a second he skims your shorts down your legs, his large hands running up your thighs.  Gently parting them as he eases one leg over his shoulder, he lowers his head and settles between your legs.

Hot breath assaults your already damp folds, he looks up at your body, watching your bite your lip.  You feel his tongue lick a thick stripe up your swollen lips making you cry out.  Thick fingers stroke you open, dipping into your wetness, his tongue follows, greedily tasting you. You gasp with pleasure as you feel him suck firmly on your clit, one of his hands a hot firm presence flat on your stomach, holding you in place.  Walter moans as he feasts on your pussy, the sounds he’s making are only turning you on more, each sinful lick and suck driving you closer to your climax.  

“Walter, I need you now” you plead with him, he’s holding you on the edge of coming, “not yet baby, I wanna feel you come apart under me first” his deep voice vibrates through your cunt, making you clench.  You buck your hips trying to increase the pressure, the sensations, needing your release.  

You let out a long drawn out moan as he slides two fingers into your clenching hole, all the time licking at your clit.  You can feel your wetness drip out of you as he scissors his fingers, adding a third finger so you can feel the coldness of his new wedding ring, as he curls his fingers searching for that spot that makes you scream in pleasure.   You jolt as he presses your spongey walls, coming with a wet gush between your legs and a long keening moan.

Your orgasm has barely finished before Walter is on top of you.  His hard cock digging into your thigh.  He brings his hand up to your mouth and you see his fingers glistening with your release, he puts his fingers into your mouth, letting you lick and suck them clean as he watches, his eyes blown wide with lust for you.

You can feel the tip of his cock slide up your folds, he’s coating himself in your slick, you watch him as his gaze is fixed on your glistening cunt as he slowly eases into you.   Only when he’s fully sheathed inside you does he look into your eyes.

You almost come again at the look on his face, your walls pulsing and fluttering around him.  He’s moving inside you slowly, a deliberate rhythm with a roll of his hips, each rocking movement building waves of pleasure.  He strokes your cheek tenderly and then brings his lips to yours.  You wrap your arms around him, caressing his hot skin, he kisses down the side of your neck to that spot that makes you melt against him.  

The silence is punctuated with delicate gasps from you and deeper groans from him.  You want this feeling to last forever, Walter inside of you, skin pressed against skin, breathing the same air.  His cock throbs deep inside of you as you sense him getting close, you clench around him even harder, needing to feel him come.  

His fingertips trail down your body, whisper-light until he reaches your folds, gently starting to circle your clit with two fingers.  Leisurely building the tension in your body, all the time slowly thrusting deep into you.  Your bodies moving together as one, feeding on each other’s pleasure.  

He entwines his fingers with yours, as his movements become more erratic, you feel him swell inside you as he comes, hot cum painting your womb.  His finger presses harder on your clit and you come again, squeezing him intimately.  

He starts to withdraw from you but you hold him, “stay, I need to feel you” you whisper at him, a rare moment of vulnerability.

He hums at you and turns so you’re on top of him, still joined.  He brushes your hair from your face “you need to sleep Ron, so no funny business” and he kisses your nose and you settle into his warmth, as you both drift off to sleep.

Next Chapter

[minshookie]

All Play, No Work.

Pairing | CEO!Yoongi x reader

Genre | yandere,angst

Summary | “your secret relationship with Yoongi is all smooth sailing,until Mrs Kim gets in the way.”

!warnings! | mature language, workplace bullying, gossip, and infidelity. Also some pretty steamy scenes, for readers 18+.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 2k.

A/N | “I’m so happy you enjoyed “meetings at midnight.” I never really expected over 100 notes that’s crazy! I may have gotten a little carried away with this one but I hope you don’t mind & enjoy it as well. I’ll probably be making a part 2, please take any mistakes as love ❤️”

The disturbing rattle of the air conditioner served as white noise while you toyed with the drooping noodles swimming in the savory sauce placed before you. A few of your coworkers droned on about their plans, their kids and undeserving husbands leaving you alone in the corner of the depressing break room to think about what to expect when getting back to your cubicle. Which was a little less depressing than the powder white painted room you resided in now.

“Y/L/N, Min is asking for you.” The conversations stopped and all three of us looked up into the door frame. Jimin,Yoongi's assistant stood with his hands buried in his stiffly pressed pants pockets. “I-I’m on lunch.” You slowly went back to your lukewarm meal, taking a few noodles into your mouth. Chewing, You waited for the heavy pitter patter of his polished leather loafers to exit, but You never get what you wish for.

“Y/N, please don’t make me have to run back up there just to run back down here and tell you the same thing….c’mon.” He came closing your tupperware, sighing as you pushed it into your lunch bag, embarrassment growing on your features as he stood over you. The stare of nosey coworkers followed as you stepped out of the bland break room. The clacking of Jimin’s shoes found your nerves rather quickly, closely he walked behind you like a school principal making sure you went where instructed.

Taking you past your cubicle to leave your lunch you could almost taste the jealousy being thrown at you like missiles. Disapproving and confused whispers and glares followed you out the area. Reaching the stairs, out of sight of your colleagues you out ran Jimin, the looks, noises and scoffs getting the best of you. You practically threw yourself through yoongi's door, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Hey! hey! Bunny, got here quickly didn’t you?” He walked over locking his loyal assistant out. Falling back on the couch struggling for your breath, closing your eyes, you heard him walk around you. “I told you I’d see you after work, we’d have all night together.” Sighing, he pulls you up by your arms. With a grunt he sat down and replaced your head on his lap. “I know what you said, but did you really think I was going to wait...why should i?” Opening your eyes you met his soft gaze. “Tell me you love me.” He whispers, almost ashamed in himself. Needy, needy,needy,always needy. “This can’t be why you called me in.”

“Why should I?” You laughed, obviously he didn’t share your sense of humor as he tugged harshly on a strand of your hair. “Well if I didn’t love you I’d quit Yoongi.” Rolling over you cuddled into his soft tummy inhaling his masculin scent, this here under him locked in his dim office was your safe place. “No you wouldn’t, I pay you too much.” He murmured petting your back with his large hands. “As if!” You giggled into his tummy, pulling back to look up at your lover. His signature smile displayed on his features, moving his hands from your back he places his limber fingers at the back of your knee. Locking eyes he slid skillfully under your skirt to massage your ass over your panties. “Who were you hiding from today hm?” Groaning you rolled your eyes, you hate how he knows you so well.

“Kim?” “Mrs Kim is the least of my worries now.” You grimaced playing with his buttons. “Mm good, can't be the new girl, maybe her boyfriend?” Your eyes shot open, “boyfriend?! Who?” He planted this topic in the conversation, knowing your interest in the drama of your workplace. “Yeah, she’s running around with the coffee boy.” Laughing, he cut himself off “Jungkook.” He laughed almost uncontrollably. “That’s so cute since when?!” He hums calming down, “uh since about last month, I’ve been watching them get all close and flirty jeon puts extra cream in her coffee, she blushes blah blah. And you know Jimin is the nosiest person in the population of this place.”

You chuckled Nodding in agreeance “learned that way before you did, he was my cubicle neighbor before he was your assistant.” Sitting up you go to his drink cart to grab a bottle of water. “Yeah they’re cute as long as they stay on task, Answer the question though, who’s bothering my baby hm? I hate seeing you that way.” He comes from behind gliding his hands around your front pulling you into his embrace “you have a whole cafeteria in the next wing, I made sure they served your favorite today, and yet you chose the shitty break closet.” His rambling turns into background noise as you look through the one way window. Watching as your coworkers attended their duties, Jungkook balanced coffees in his arms with skill the new girl watched in admiration...I wonder what he’s actually here for.

Yoongi’s breath fans your neck causing you to shiver against him. “I’m sorry what’d you say?” “You’re ok.” He turns you around swiftly kissing you passionately against the glass obviously you’ve missed something. Though unseen the act feels extremely dirty. Dropping your water you cling to his shoulders, legs around his Slender waist. “You're not paying me to make out with you I hope.” He pecks your nose, gnawing his bottom lip. “Huh looks like I am.” “Ah, as tempting as that sounds Yoongs-” “don’t ever call me that.” He nips at your neck in retaliation. “I have a stack of papers on my desk that Mr Jimin has been beating me over the head about.” Groaning he loosens his grip around you. Letting you gather yourself before going to his door.

“I’ll see you tonight yeah?” Pouting,he came kissing your lips once more. “I’ll be waiting.” He opened the door and watched you strut down the stairs.

Getting back to your respectful area, you notice something was off...where’d your lunch go? You could’ve sworn you threw it on your desk. Pulling out the rolling chair to take a seat, “I’ll find it later.” You whispered to yourself,taking a seat, directly in the cold remains of your lunch. “What the fuck!” A wave of laughter was given with your ill response. Noodles dangled from your backside as you turned to look at the mess on your office chair.

“Okay! What are we a bunch of middle school virgins?” Jimin shouted, his face turning a dark shade of peach. “I’m sorry y/n.” Rolling your eyes you tried to keep back tears of utter embarrassment turning away from you colleagues. “Uhm...it’s pretty bad, do you have anything to change into?” He takes off his styled coat and hands it to you. You can’t process over the harsh giggles and whispers, “yeah like I have a closet in my car, Jimin I don’t have shit to put on!” You hiss making him pull an offended expression.

“I could give you something.” Your head snapped in the direction of the quiet new girl in the far corner. “I have a few dresses in car I-I I’m in the process of…” she scans the room unsure of her words “moving.” You offer a smile to cover how distraught you are, unable to respond correctly. “Thank you luci, we appreciate it.” Nodding she smiles softly grabbing her bag going to retrieve the clothes. “Go to the restroom, please.”

Tying the coat around your waist you rushed with your head down to the bathroom, shutting the door behind yourself roughly. Taking off the grey coat Turing to examine your soup covered ass. You brushed the cold noodles letting them splat onto the tiled floor. Pulling coat off the conjoined sinks you found the spacious stall at the end of the row, stripping off your soiled skirt. Nothing better to do, but to sit on the cold stool and wait.

The creaking door of the bathroom cut your silent thoughts short, isn’t Luci a quick one? You chuckled to yourself getting up, about to tell her of your whereabouts…“maybe if the bitch didn’t have her head so far up Min’s ass she woulda saw it coming.” The unknown voice stopped you in your tracks. Her friend snickers. “Shh she could be in here.” “As if I give a fuck, she needs to know!” Peeking through the side of the stall you could see them in the mirror touching up their makeup. “Min’s probably got his head up hers too!” The quieter of the two spoke up.

“Ha that would explain my recent hours, I heard they fuck in the office, I wonder if the sluts any good.” She cleaned the edges of her lipstick, “I’ve fucked him, I know he’s good, really into all the rough shit, he’s crazy.” She tossed her makeup into her bag fixing her hair, “why’d you guys stop?” You felt your chest ache, yoongi never told you about him and Mrs Kim, what kind of fucked story is this? “Little miss pasta booty got the job, and Joon finally proposed...guess he didn’t want me any-” “y/n are you in here?!” Luci’s softened voice searched for you.

“I’m in here.” Responding slightly above a whisper, the soft steps of her pumps were trampled by the clicking steps of the two mud slingers who quickly bursted from the restroom. “I didn’t know what you would like, I have this blue one, it’s a cute summer dress.” She hung it on the door of the stall for me to see. “Or this white one, it’s a bit tighter but I think it’ll look great on you.” Randomly choosing you stripped of your top pulling the dress over yourself. “Thanks Luci, I owe you one.” Collecting your clothes and Jimin’s coat, you left the stall. “No no, I’m sorry Kim did that to you...I should’ve stopped her.” She coyly hangs her head, “not your fault...thanks Luci.” She smiles politely, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

Eunji That jealous bitch, yoongi has much explaining to do. You smooth out your dress bracing yourself for the environment behind the door. only to be pushed back. A deep blush pink shade covering his face, yoongi brings you back in, “you can’t be in here, this is the ladies.” He scans your body before looking at the dirty laundry in your arms. “This is my building. I can be anywhere in any room I want.” Scoffing you attempt to leave, grabbing your forearm he pulls you back. “What’s going on with you I’m here to check and see if you’re alright and here you are acting like an ass y/n” his face held a concerned stare.

“Yoongi the last thing we should be doing is huddling in the bathroom, we’ve drawn enough attention to ‘us’ already.” Unable to look him in the eyes you examine his posture, he propped your chin on his pointer finger bringing your face up. “And since when did you care?” “Ever since your ex painted my ass with my lunch.” He giggled darkly, “what?” Again you attempted escape, only to be overpowered and lifted with ease. “Okay sit the fuck down.” Placing you down in the sink like a child he took your skirt looking at the back. “And this just had to be the one I bought?.” He shook his head like a disappointed father. “What are you acting so mad towards me for, who’s supposedly my ex huh?” He took the skirt under the faucet scrubbing it harshly together with soap.

Why can’t he ever just leave you alone, drawing attention to your relationship was the last thing you needed today. It’s not like nobody knew, it was hard not to. But you hated the unwanted attention the favoritism brought you. “Who lied to you?” “You did.” He stopped the water, “y/n now you know I’d never.” He folded the cleaned wet skirt along with your shirt. “Yoongi, I heard Kim Eunji talking about it. She told her little follower about it while I hid in the stall.” You answered blandly, ready to be freed from the bathroom. His face shifted shades, “what? I’ve never fucked that bitch, all she does is lie and get into shit she has no concern for.” He gripped the sink roughly.

Like a switch, when the right buttons were pushed Yoongi’s temper was quick to strike….though never thrown at you. It can have harsh outcomes and you've seen it first hand. “She runs her mouth about you too much, I’ll have to help her out.” Aggressively released the marble counter, “Yoongi w-what, calm down.” He walked to the door, unsure of what to do. Naive of his wrath you followed behind. “She wants to get fucked? I’ll give her something that’ll fuck her up, something that’ll make her piss off for good this time.”

Not my image

[ptergwen]

sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

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“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.

[beelspillowpet]

Hiya!! bros + side characters react to a werewolf mc???

Heya!! I’m not that great with the side characters yet unfortunately, which is why I’ve been avoiding them up to this point. 😭😭😭 I’ll try my best regardless!

~

Lucifer

What the f*ck.

Like actually what the f*ck. A werewolf?? Now he isn’t one to judge- out loud at least- but he can’t help but feel that this is at least a little odd. I guess werewolves are technically a hybrid of human and wolf...

There goes his chances of having a relatively quiet and calm year of this exchange program. Luckily though, you get along with Cerberus swimmingly.

He doesn’t want to compare you to a dog too often- he thinks it might be offensive to your kind. So instead, he treats you more like a human. Unless you ask for otherwise- and why would you? He can’t deny that your reaction to scratching behind your ears doesn’t get a bit of a rise out of him. It’s adorable.

Mammon

DOGGIE?! DOGGIE!

He’s wanted a dog for AGES now. Everyone says he’s too immature to be dedicated and take care of one though. But he has you! You’re just good doggie!

You constantly have to remind him that you aren’t a dog- you’re a werewolf. “I hear ya’ I hear ya’. Now who wants walkies?! You do! Yeah ya’ do!”

He’s attached to you very quickly. He probably does get it through his thick skull at some point that it’s rude to just treat you like a literal dog sometimes- he should leave that to Luke, really. So he does tone it down a bit at some point. He’s your best friend for life now, though.

Leviathan

Wow. It’s like that anime he wanted a little bit ago. Living with you anyways. Except its real, and sometimes it’s like hell.

You are only allowed in his room when you’re not covered in fur. It’s the only way to keep his bathtub bed from being hairy, and all his figurines from being being the same.

Otherwise, hanging out with you is kinda fun. He asks you sometimes what it’s like to be this way. Sometimes he thinks about writing fanfictions based on that one anime (One Day Suddenly A Werewolf Appeared in My House and Is Staying Here With Me and My Brothers and Help Why Are They So Friendly!?) with a more realistic approach.

You two aren’t exactly best friends, but you’re close enough. He knows not to show you cat videos, but at least you have those cute dog videos.

Satan

His first thought was something like “Jacob, is that you?” Then he cringed, because Twilight was a dark chapter in his life, for him.

He’s not THAT fond of werewolves... but his mind wanders back to the excitement of Mammon nearly getting a dog that one time for the family. He tolerates you, at the very least, but at the most, you two get along quite well.

Everyone suspected Satan as the cat-lover, but SURPRISE! His affinity to cats is merely his attraction to their perceived nature. He enjoys your company, especially if you don’t mind his occasional gushing about cats anyways.

As long as you’re well behaved around other animals (you’re from the Human Realm, no? You should be on your best behavior here.) he would enjoy taking you with him on his random outings, especially to cate cafes.

Asmodeus

Oh he can’t fucking wait to do your hair up in little bows and things like that.

He becomes the family groomer- aside from Beel anyway. He loves doing your claws, filing and painting them all these pretty colors that compliment your coat.

Speaking of coats- he’s a little self conscious about the fur coats he has in his closet. If you’re sensitive to those sorts of things, he will be mindful in the future to not wear them around you to not offend. He’s a demon, but he’s not an insensitive jerk! He LOVES you, silly!

Probably doesn’t treat you at all like a dog. In part because you probably get enough of that from Mammon, the pea-brained fool. Doesn’t he know that your true beauty is underneath the fuzzy soft fur!? I mean, just look at those eyes! They’re almost as beautiful as his!

Beelzebub

DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG-

He is BARELY. BARELY. Containing his excitement. If you remember correctly; YES! Beel is a dog lover. An avid one. He isn’t too fond of Cerberus himself, but you’re just his size. Fun sized werewolf. In his attempts at befriending you, he does bring home raw meats and dog treats.

You remind him that you are a werewolf and not a dog- and he calms down a bit. He still gives you tummy rubs after you’ve eaten plenty of food with him. He enjoys the time you two spend together on jogs. He never says it out loud, but it’s like he’s taking his dog for a walk.

He likes spending time with you by default. Please be friends with him. Please like him. He likes you too. You’re his new best buddy, and he’s never letting you go. Prepare for him to lift you up, and squeeze you with his suffocating love, werewolf!

Belphegor

Ya’ll replaced him with a werewolf? Lit.

He’s got a brand new pillow, and it’s name is MC. You two take naps regularly now, you can’t escape his exhausted death grip. He notices that you wag your tail a lot, especially when you’re excited.

He picks that habit up when he sees you. His brothers tease him about it, but he just tells them that they never noticed before. Suuuuure. Over 5,000 years and they’re just now noticing that little habit? Unlikely.

Regardless, he appreciates your company, and that you get along famously with his brothers- especially Beel. Though admittedly, he’s a bit worried that you will accidently scratch him while you two sleep. Nightmares must suck for you, but it certainly sucks for him too if you decided to kick with those claws out.

Diavolo

:D

Oh whose a good doggie? You are! Yes you are!!! Oh YES you are!! This is amazing!!!! The best day ever!!!! Who knew that when he planned this exchange program, a werewolf would end up here!?

He loves talking to you. What’s it like being a werewolf? Are you more human? More wolf? Do you shed? Do you-

Prepare to have the demon prince of hell pestering you and adoring you. You’re his new best friend, sorry Lucifer. Sorry Cerberus. Or rather, you, and he can go on strolls on Cerberus’s back! That would be lovely!

Barbatos

Please. Kill all the rats you find and make sure he doesn’t find them. He doesn’t care that you’re not a cat or anything. Just... do him this one favor.

Otherwise, he doesn’t mind your existence much. He finds the shenanigans you and the others get up to is quite funny, but is mindful and reserved on his teasing and manners around you.

He pampers you, and watches carefully for your interests. If you like certain things, he will be sure to list them down privately and bring them up when needed, the ever attentive and loyal butler he is.

Ok... so he might have a joke or two about you being a werewolf. They aren’t dog-themed, he promises. But would you like a treat? He’s specially baked one for you. It’s a nice cupcake. See? No dog jokes here! :)

Luke

Thank God everyone can stop making dog jokes about him now.

Wait, that was rude wasn’t it?! Forgive him! He loves animals! N-not that you’re an animal or anything, b-but...!

Graah! Forget it, okay?! He’s sorry. He’ll do better, and he’ll start by baking you some sweets. You know, Archangel Michael really likes sweets. He’s gotten pretty good at making them himself, so he’s sure you’ll like them as an apology!

He still gets teased about being a chihuahua, though. He is effectively, you’re puppy, as far as everyone else is concerned.

Solomon

Oh fuck. This is pretty cool.

He won’t stop making dog jokes. He can’t help himself, honestly. It’s too funny.

He appreciates that you don’t take his teasing too seriously, but he seems the least bit surprised that you are a werewolf.

If he comes at you with a fancy knife, he’s planning to make a sacrifice of you. Don’t hold back on this crazy sorcerer, please!

Simeon

Oh my. This wasn’t expected! This year should be most enjoyable!

:)

Will actually not make dog jokes. Unless you find them funny. He has a few dogshit ones to offer~

Like the others, he seems to see you as the superior to Luke. He’s your puppy, treat him well! Of course he’s teasing, all in good faith. He more than likely has inspiration to write in a character like you now. He does have a good point of reference for werewolves now thankfully!

[meghansmallrocks]

The Screaming Meemie..!(MeMe).

Let me describe to you a beautiful place to work,the houses are huge (McMasions) the pay is good and the employees are obscenely wealthy and maybe famous to boot,yes ladies and gentlemen the people that work this kind of job are very loyal to their clients and also get perks as working as “staff” one very such lady loves her job so much she is very devoted to her employees and considers them as extended family,we will call her Miss Smith.

Miss Smith works within a exclusive gated community where the houses are huge but back onto one another but with hidden runways and paths for the staff to move about privately and quietly as so not to disturb their employees and to give themselves elements of privacy to get on with their jobs which range from gardening cooking and housecleaning we call it domestic chores.Miss Smith lives on the grounds in a hidden away apartment with other staff she adores her apartment and has lived their for a few months now as her employees have been generous with the filling of her apartment and the rent.

On this particular hot day on her way through the path to work Miss Smith heard what she thought was screaming and shouting it sounded like a couple having a huge argument as she approached the thicket between properties she heard a young women going guns blazing at someone, probably her husband as the foul language and put downs where downright nasty! the poor guy who she realised had an English accent was getting a dressing down for bieng uninterested in her attempts to make them marketable “You are soooo f@#king stupid and why do you always forget your f@#king lines how can you be taken seriously” she yelled to her husband “I’m trying Meg really I am” said the poor browbeaten husband “yes you f@#king are you try me every day you idiot”…..! Poor Miss Smith quite taken aback at the Vitriol being spat at the poor man she new she had to be at work but was absolutely compelled to stay.

Deciding she must move soon she listens a little more to the wife accusing her husband of wanting to leave then telling him he would be nothing without her! with that the husband choked up says he’s walking away to a screaming reply “ that’s it walk away that’s all you will ever do” Now shocked Miss Smith decides she is late and starts walking away to work. When in work MS pulls over a fellow staff member and tells him what she has just heard and how worried it made her! “Oh don’t worry about that it’s all the time we call her the Screaming Meemie” Miss Smith replied “that’s a first for me!” Won’t be the last just ignore it we always send the gate Manager out when he leaves just to make sure he’s ok!” the staff replied!.

So the morale of the tale is no matter how big the house or how big your bank balance may be, you can

Ever heard of fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me! And yes the British Prince should be full of shame! Shameful for letting his loving family down! Shameful for marrying someone who speaks to you in a spiteful belittling SHAMEFUL way!

Shame! ………Shame!…….Shame!

This is all subject to rumours of course 🤣🤣🤣

By Juz Tis.(working hard away Again!).