#(he love me) he give me all his money

[bombusbombus]

Bruce definitely knows how to cook, but he's one of those guys who goes to the grocery store to get ingredients for a meal. For every meal. His fridge is normally completely empty except for protein shake ingredients.

Clark grew up with a rural family, he's definitely used to scrounging around in the cupboards and throwing together ingredients into something cohesive. My guy can take half an onion, an alien mushroom he found, some ancient lentils, and a container of leftover soup, and make a full hearty meal.

[beanghostprincess]

Thinking about the “Usopp loves Darkwing Duck and Sanji loves Card Captor Sakura” thing from ages ago and now I’m imagining them going trough the hardest challenge a weeabo and a western animation geek can go trough: moving in together.

All the merchandise, the prints, the commissions they gave years ago and the buttons from various cons, it’s an actual nightmare for both of them to somehow try and find space for everything. Sanji hates Funko Pops with a passion, Usopp loves them. Sanji has a giant body pillow of some random anime girl and Usopp feels inadequate. The biggest issue however arrives when they try and decide where Sanjis collection of ero figurines is supposed to go. Sorry not sorry but you KNOW he has some of them. It’s actually not as bad as Usopp expected at first but it’s still a challenge to find a place for them because Usopp does NOT want them in the bedroom like Sanji used to have in his bachelor pad

They actually get into a heated argument at one point while they are running on coffee and lack of sleep. “OH YES IT WAS SOOOOO IMPORTANT TO YOU TO HAVE A SPACE FOR YOUR CRAFTS BUT NOOOO DONT LET YOUR BOYFRIEND HAVE SPACE FOR HIS STUFF AT ALL!” “FUNNY YOU SAY THAT, BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONE FLIPPING OUT BECAUSE I JUST NEED MY BIG TITTED CATGIRL FIGURINE TO LUST OVER IN THE HALLWAY FOR EVERYONE TO SEE!” “*GASP* DONT TALK ABOUT HIBIKI-CHAN LIKE THAT!!”

They don’t talk to each other for what feels like ages (Twi hours maximum) and they finally make up when the guilt gets too much. They both compromise on each selling a few of the things they aren’t as invested in, Sanji agrees to move a few of his more risqué figures to a space where he gets to see them but they can easily be hidden if visitors come over, some of the more decent ones like the pinup one of a lady in the bathtub actually are tame enough to be put in a more open spot even Usopp has to admit (plus her sitting on the bathroom shelf surrounded by both of their soaps and haircare products looks quite cute actually). Usopp keeps most of the Funkos on his work desk at Sanjis request. It’s the nerdiest home ever with some clashing aesthetics but they make it work trough the power of love and because both of them are creative people who can incorporate that into their home space.

… also Usopp has started a game where he will just randomly replace his boyfriends figurines and wait for his boyfriend to notice. Like elf on the shelf but more elaborate and with anime or cartoon figurines. Currently Sakura is being carried away by a bunch of Pikmins in the shoe closet. Sanji has noticed she’s gone but hasn’t said anything because that’s not how the game works. He’s supposed to find her and then yell “GODDAMNIT SAKURA!” Before carrying her back to her spot…. He’s already planning his move though and has decided he’s gonna try and put Grunkle Stan in a glass of water in the freezer with a single lone ice Pikmin guarding him.

This is the realest, most accurate thing in the whole world. They'd move in together but they'd be a mess. They have... Very different tastes when it comes to games/shows and they obviously can't decide what to do with the space they have.

But! They also have things in common. The thing is... They like the content in different ways.

Usopp has a huge Alphonse figure. Beautiful. Next to his Gurren Lagann figurines and so, so many robots. So many mechas. He has the three Gravity Falls diaries. All the Ducktales comics. Darkwing Duck was just the start because he's also a huge DC fan and has so much Batman merch. He's got this extremely awesome replica of Junpei's sword from P3. Everything is high quality and he's very, very careful with his merch. He has his own fanarts in a sketchbook and nobody is allowed to touch his games and his consoles. From Play Station to all types of Nintendos. He has so many damn Funko Pops of everything. Typical "For the last time, Sanji, I keep them inside the box because the box is also part of the merch what aren't you understanding-". Not to mention that he's a huge Lord of The Rings fan and he definitely plays D&D and he's also a botanist so you can only imagine how their house looks like-- So many plants-- Forest aesthetic. Except their front door that looks exactly like the Tardis because Usopp was dying to do that ever since he was a kid, and when he showed Sanji the show he fell in love with it and let him do it.

Sanji likes the same stuff but he has a very explicit Lust figure. Next to his adorable Nia and Yoko figurines and so so so so so many cute simple merch. Like keychains and stickers. I am 100% sure Sanji has Gravity Falls pajamas and Ducktales too that nobody but Usopp knows about. I think one of the only man figurines he has is a Starlord one and maybe Shazam merch, but he's more of a Superman type of guy. He saw Lois Lane and fell in love with her instantly. He has a Mitsuru figurine riding her bike and one of Chidori and Junpei he doesn't let anybody touch. That's precious to him. He asks Usopp to draw him stuff and that's why Usopp is always late to his commissions because his boyfriend suddenly wants to be drawn next to Senshi cooking. Sanji doesn't like Funkos but he does like Nendoroids and Usopp hates it because they're so fucking expensive and Sanji is always crying in the background ("But- But-" / "Sanji, we've talked about this-" / "But this little Miku is so cute!"). Sanji also plays videogames but he's more of an Animal Crossing/Cooking Mama/Stardew Valley type of guy. So many Dating Sims, too. Also the Sims, he loves that.

Their bookshelf is a mix between shoujos and so so many shonens but mostly cooking books and artbooks. So many DC comics too. I feel like both of them prefer DC tbh, Usopp is just Batman and Sanji likes Superman and instead of fighting about it they just admit they're really gay for each other. They do watch Marvel movies, though. Sanji really, really, really likes Spider-man and it's funny because he has arachnophobia and he cannot watch the damn movies without shaking when a spider shows up-- Usopp has Miles' jacket and Nikes I am so so sure. While Sanji probably has a Gwen poster in his room.

They argue a lot when it comes to how to use the space they have but!! Sometimes Sanji walks out of their room to make breakfast with Usopp's Batman t-shirt. And sometimes Usopp uses Sanji's Kero themed hair ties to tie his hair. And... They wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

They're also the type to watch/play anything together and go "Hey they're just like us fr" so now they have their house full of ship merch because those ships remind them of them,,, Those are the true romantic gestures.

Edit: Forgot to say Sanji has all of Taylor Swift's CDs and Vinyls and he's a very intense swiftie that makes Usopp wake up at ungodly hours to hear the new albums, while Usopp is like "I guess she's okay??? She's alright idk" because he literally only listens to movie/game soundtracks, indie shit and Cavetown. They both listen to Vocaloid though that is true. I was there. Project Sekai players that's what they are (Sanji does it for the cute girls but ends up staying because the characters are a bit too relatable and Usopp just really likes rhythm games)

[stevengrant-my-beloved]

(he love me) he give me all his money I Part 4 [18+]

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Series Masterlist

summary: A brief interaction with a catfish on a sugar daddy website leads to something quite unexpected and suddenly you’re on the radar of genius tech billionaire Nathan Bateman, and honestly, you don’t mind the attention.

chapter warnings: descriptions of masturbation, reader finally calling Nathan Bateman daddy in a sexual setting, stuff like that.

a/n: dude idek.

also just a note about the texts in this fic

> Texts like these are from Nathan. [bold and italicized]

> texts like these are from you [italicized]

You had some idea of what to expect when you'd asked Bateman to watch you while you tried on the clothes he'd bought for you, but the whole night played out a little differently.

In a really good way.

After you'd asked him if he wanted to watch you, he'd moved to a different room, his bedroom, and sat propped up against the headboard of his bed as he watched you try on different outfits, and he didn't say anything when you moved out of your phone's view to change instead of getting butt-naked in front of him. Because as much as you would have liked to do just that, you wanted to make him wait. You wanted to take your time, rile him up a little.

You slipped into one of the midi dresses that were in the pile, one with lace-up ties and long slits along both sides. You'd abandoned your underwear a while ago (you weren't going to get naked for Bateman just yet, but that didn't mean you didn't want to tease him a little), so it was pretty revealing. You step back into your phone's view, the ring light behind it now switched on and shining on you.

"Well, what do you think?" you ask Nathan, twirling in place to give him a better look.

You'd already modeled quite a few outfits for him already, and he'd had mixed reactions, ranging from just humming and telling you you looked good (which meant he liked the outfit), to just groaning out curses and telling you how gorgeous you looked (which meant he loved it). The latter reaction was always targeted towards the more revealing outfits he'd gotten which made you think about whether or not you should maybe send him posts of lingerie for him to buy next.

"You should loosen up those ties for the slits," Nathan says before taking a long sip from his beer that he'd gotten at some point. "Give the people what they want."

You giggle. "And what is it that the people want?"

"To see more of your gorgeous legs."

Nathan's slurring his words a little, his head slumped against the edge of the headboard as he watches you. You stare right back at him as you slowly loosen the lace-up ties that hold the thigh-high slits close, watching his nostrils flare as you slide your hand up your thigh, your fingertips dipping slightly into the gap of the slits.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes-"

---

Nathan Bateman was a little drunk. He was also very hard. It was borderline painful.

He watched as you teased him through his phone screen, and he wished he'd had the foresight to do this video call on his laptop, or maybe he should've installed projector screens inside his bedroom (he'd installed disco lights and panels for fucks sake, but not a projector screen, not a large TV-) because watching you on the tiny phone screen wasn't enough. He needed to see you in 4K on a giant flat screen so he'd be able to see every inch of you with perfect clarity.

Or maybe he just needed to see you in person, that'd be even better.

He'd watched you try on some crop tops and cute pants and skirts and tight little dresses, each outfit getting increasingly revealing, and all he wanted to do was tear those clothes off of you and have his way with you.

He watched as you trailed your fingers up and down your thigh, and he's pretty fucking sure you have no idea how much of an effect you have on him right now, your body a mix of soft curves and sharp lines that had him gripping his phone tight and clenching his other hand in his sheets, fighting back the urge to just shove his hand down his pants and jerk himself off to the sight of you in that dress, silky smooth and thin, your hard nipples prominent against the fabric, and the high slits on both sides, showing off your legs and a little bit of your hips, and if you just moved your hand, just a little bit he could-

"I'm going to try on the last dress for tonight, gonna show the rest to you slowly in batches to keep you interested," you chuckle, and Nathan takes a deep breath to try and calm down. This was embarrassing, him losing his mind like this. It was probably the alcohol.

He looks at you humming as you move out of frame and he takes a moment to reach down and squeeze his balls for some sort of relief.

Nathan wasn't ashamed to admit that he'd thought of fucking you. You were beautiful and he was a healthy man with quite a big sexual appetite and a good set of eyes. When you first appeared on his radar, he had merely acknowledged that you were pretty, and you were funny, but eventually, as he got to know you, he found himself stalking your socials, unable to stop himself from going through your pictures, and it wasn't long before he'd become obsessed with you, wanting to get close to you, make you his.

And yeah, he'd definitely jerked himself of to pictures of you. His favorite one was of you laying in bed with a cigarette in your mouth and a lighter in your hand, wearing just a tight little crop top and underwear. He imagines sliding into the bed with you, sharing the cigarette in between deep kisses while roughly grabbing at each other. He imagines running his hands all over your body, imagines what sounds you might make, what your skin might feel like, what it might taste like.

He imagines eating you out until all you can do is cry and squirm under him.

Nathan is so lost in his fantasies that he doesn't notice you're back in frame until you clear your throat, and the sight that greets him has him quickly shoving his hand into his sweatpants and squeezing his erection to keep from cumming.

"Fuck- kitten," he groans out, but that's all he says; he doesn't know what to say when he's got a gorgeous woman like you to look at, doesn't even know if he can form coherent speech anymore.

He really wishes he could reach through the screen and pull you towards him.

---

You'd really meant it when you'd told him you'd be trying on the last dress for tonight, but just as you'd moved out of view to change into the last dress, your eyes flicked back to your phone when you saw a slight movement on screen.

Nathan Bateman had very clearly moved his free hand downwards , and you watched as his arm muscles flexed a little and his head dropped back to the edge of the headboard, baring his throat.

You wish you could just reach out to him and touch him, have him touch you.

You really did plan to wear another dress to show him, but seeing him like this just made you want to tease him even more. You mind goes back to this morning, and you want to try something, something that could possibly change everything about your relationship with Nathan.

You walk back towards your phone in nothing but your underwear with your arms crossed over your bare breasts, covering them as much as you could. You sit on the edge of your bed with one leg crossed over the other, wondering if you could actually pull this off.

You watch Nathan on your screen and he's still looking up at the ceiling, his free hand now absentmindedly rubbing at his shoulder under his tank top. He seems lost in his thoughts, so you clear your throat to get his attention.

His reaction to seeing you sends tingles up your spine.

You hear a sharp inhale. "Fuck- kitten," he says, with a hungry look in his eyes.

You try not to react when you see his hand move back down. Is he hard? Is he palming at his erection? Maybe he's stroking himself? You wonder what his dick might look like (you bet he's big, thick even), you wonder what it might feel like in your hands, what it might taste like...

"Wanted to do something nice for you. For all the money and the gifts." You weren't lying. You wanted to show him how much you liked his attention, and he was clearly into it, into you.

Nathan curses, and it seems like he's given up on controlling himself because you can clearly tell he's jerking off now, and the visual confirmation of his attraction to you is exhilarating. Your own arousal is evident when you squeeze your thighs together, feeling a wet stickiness in your underwear.

"Spread your legs for me baby," Nathan groans out, and fuck, if he spoke to you like that? You'd do anything for the man.

You slowly spread your legs wide, keeping your toes planted on the soft carpet under your bed, one hand snaking down your body to splay over your stomach while the other stayed close to your chest, arm still covering you. Your pussy throbs, clenching rhythmically around nothing.

You slowly dip your fingers into the waistband of your underwear, legs shaking in anticipation. On your phone, you hear rustling as Nathan repositions himself in his bed. He props his phone up against something before making quick work taking off his tank top and laying back down, half propped up against some pillows. You only see his upper body like this, all toned muscles, gleaming in the dim light of his bedroom. One of his arms lays relaxed beside him while the other flexes ever so slightly, moving up and down, up and down, and you wish you could see his hand that was definitely stroking his dick, slow and steady from the looks of it, but the way his phone was angled, it had effectively cut off his lower half from the camera's view.

"Nathan," you whimper quietly as you lightly swirl your fingers over your clit through your underwear, feeling it stiffen. You were getting wetter by the second, fabric sticking to you as you rub slow circles against the seam of your cunt through your underwear.

"Yeah, that's it baby, keep going," Nathan whispers, and his arm is moving a little faster now, you can almost hear a faint wet sound from his end of the call. His voice had your own hand moving faster, applying more pressure against your clit. You let out a whine, the sensation of more wetness gushing out of you and staining your underwear making your toes curl.

"Fuck- I want to cum so bad- Nathan, please-" you cry out, hips bucking forward, barely able to stay upright. You don't know how you managed to keep your arm tight against your breasts still, covering them, and for what?

Right, you had a plan. You had to stick to the plan.

What was the plan again?

Nathan lets out a guttural moan, and the sound of his hand against his cock gets louder, stroking like his life depended on it. "Yeah? I'm close too," he said through harsh pants. "C'mon, want to see you make a mess kitten."

It's hard not to lose yourself to this moment, to just let him take over and talk you through your impending orgasm, but you want to see him lose control, and you might have an idea on how to get him there faster, so you slowly move your fingers away from where they'd been rubbing against your clit, ignoring the way your pussy clenches, ignoring the increasing need for release.

You breathe in slowly. "I want to be good for you...," you whisper, fingers moving to peel your sticky underwear away from your wet lips and push them to the side, finally showing Nathan how fucking bad you wanted him. "I'd be so good for you daddy."

It gets quiet for a bit, the only sounds you hear are from the blood pounding in your ears as you easily slipped two fingers into your sopping cunt,and the obscene wet sounds that echo around you as you pump those fingers in and out, and it's all so loud in your ears you almost miss the sound of Nathan's voice, smooth and low.

"I know you would be baby."

Your eyes flutter close as you throw your head back, letting out a choked out moan as his words wash over you. Your fingers move faster inside you, and your mind is torn between wanting to chase your orgasm and watching Nathan. You can make out some of the words he's saying, the praises that come through your phone speaker, ones you wished were whispered in your ears instead.

"Look at you, so fucking pretty- fucking hell- such a good girl for me, you're gonna cum aren't you? Yeah, that's it."

You pump your fingers inside you, hurtling towards the edge. Tears build up in the corner of your eyes and you grit your teeth, the muscles in your legs spasming as you continue to finger yourself.

"Daddy-" you whine, and you can hear how needy you sound, and god, this is so new for you, all of this is. Nathan Bateman, his attention on you, his desire for you, your ever-growing desire for him.

"Cum for me, kitten, cum for daddy-"

That does it.

"Oh fuck-" you cry out, and the arm that had been wrapped around you falls back, your hand now planted behind you to support you from the force of the orgasm that was ripping through you, making your hips buck wildly as your pussy clenched around your fingers. You repeat Nathan's name like a mantra, over and over, your vision whiting out and you're certain you have some sort of out-of-body experience because you've never come this hard from just your fingers alone.

It takes some time for you to come down from your high, but you eventually flop backwards onto your bed, your fingers still inside you. You hear harsh breathing from your phone, and you assume Nathan was also winding down from his own orgasm, and you only get a little upset that you hadn't been able to watch him as he came.

The two of you lay motionless in your respective beds, minds buzzing and chests heaving as you bask in the afterglow of your shared orgasm.

---

Post-nut clarity comes crashing down an hour later, after you mumble out a rushed goodbye and hang up on Nathan hurriedly, not even bothering to wait for him to respond.

You lay in bed, feeling the sweat on your body cooling, and you should take a shower soon but you can't move, can't even feel your legs.

You'd called Nathan daddy while fucking yourself on your fingers. While he watched. And you'd liked it.

Nathan had liked it too, for sure. You'd caught a glimpse of his body before you'd hung up on him, you'd seen the result of his orgasm, spurts of thick cum all over his stomach.

You turn to your side and curl up into fetal position, squeezing your eyes shut as you take in labored breaths. Your phone pings, and you know it's Nathan, but you're too embarrassed to even think about him right now.

Times like this, the best solution was to keep your mind busy with something else, so you carefully get out of bed to take a nice cold shower before getting to work on organizing your closet. You had a bunch of new clothes to put away. You take your time to carefully hang up the dresses, taking extra care with folding them up instead of just hanging them up by the sleeves to avoid any stretching. And once you're done with that, you go about cleaning your entire apartment, cleaning every single nook and cranny, all while ignoring the incessant ringing and beeping of your phone.

Eventually though, when there's nothing left to do, curiosity gets the better of you and you end up going through your phone, and indeed, there's a couple of missed calls and texts from Nathan, asking you if you were okay, asking why you hung up all of a sudden.

> Embarrassed about calling me daddy?

> You don't have to be, you know.

And that's the thing, isn't it? You knew you didn't have to be, and it's not like Nathan had hated it either, in fact he'd encouraged it if you remember correctly. Still doesn't make you feel any less self-conscious about it. Jokingly calling someone daddy on the internet was different from literally screaming it while fingering yourself to the sound of their voice while they watched.

Your phone pings again.

> Talk to me sweetheart.

> i can't believe i did that

> Honestly, it did surprise me a little.

> Did you like it? Calling me daddy?

You bite your thumb as you stare at the text, wondering if you should just lie and say you were joking around. He would most probably see right through you, so maybe not.

> ...yes

> You want me to be your daddy sweetheart?

> fuck

>Answer the question.

> ohfuvk

> um, yes. yes i want it. fuck

> Good girl.

You've received $10,000.00 from Nathan Bateman

"Daddy's got you."

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i'm gonna be honest, i didn't even plan for this chapter to play out the way it did, just like reader had no idea lol . let me know what y'all think, i love reading ur reactions

[starbuck]

I’ve seen some OFMD Takes that equate Stede and Ed’s softness and boil it down to an anti-toxic masculinity thing and an uncomplicated moral good, but I feel like doing that misses a lot of nuance by ignoring the role that class plays in their stories.

Stede does face negative repercussions for being ‘soft,’ for failing to measure up to the ideal of masculinity enforced by civilization, but only social consequences. And that’s not to say those consequences don’t matter; it’s terrible that his father was emotionally abusive, that he was bullied by his peers, that he felt alienated from his family. However, nobody was going to repossess his house because he wasn’t performing masculinity up to their standards. He was never going to have to worry about where his next meal would come from because of it.

Further, Stede has the privilege to walk away whenever he feels like it. He can “upend his entire comfortable life to become a pirate” and then “un-abandon [it] on a whim” and STILL face no economic consequences for any of it.

Ed, meanwhile, cannot just walk away from being Blackbeard because his legend is his only source of income. He can’t simply choose to stop being a pirate and be soft instead because, for him, the consequence of failing to perform the ideal of masculinity is death. In a fair and equal world, Ed would be able to wear all the silk robes and throw all the talent shows he wanted to, but that is not the world he lives in.

Piracy was supposed to be his escape from poverty, but all it’s managed to do is allow him to stave it off, and become a prison unto itself in the process. Ed is trapped, not by toxic masculinity, but by economic desperation. No matter how hard he tries, he’s still not one of “those kind of people” and he never will be. That’s the symbolism of him throwing the red silk away at the end of ep 10: the acceptance that “you wear fine things well” was only ever a dream for him and that dream is now dead.

[todayisafridaynight]

do u think mines feelings are reciprocated? idk from how they handled mine and daigos relationship in y3 it felt as if they were hinting that they had some under the radar relationship going on or smtging

im not sure really. i do think daigo loved mine though, at the very least cherished him immensely.

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

I have to wonder how much of s2 being "not good" was more a product of people constantly complaining about it and even going through the trouble to meet Anthony only to insult him to his face and say they hated the season. I feel like a lot of the pacing and problems started when Anthony gave up on the literal main conceit of the series: Monster Of The Week btvs shit. And sure, he said that he supposedly agreed with the fandom that the first like 10 episodes weren't "going anywhere" but we had all the time in the world to fuck around in s1 and do literally nothing but talk around a car for episodes at a time so I don't think it would've been bad if we hung out at school and weren't going for Plot™!!!! nonstop with no breaks.

And to be fair this happens with pretty much every one of these spontaneous succeses. It happened with Taz Amnesty going way too hard, too fast and not necessarily taking the time to pace it correctly and just live in the world. They want to recapture that magic that the first season had but forget that magic usually comes from fucking around for 30 episodes to sufficiently (though, accidentally) come to that great and badass final episode conclusion.

I love Anthony very much and I think he is genuinely an amazing writer but as someone who has played the pre-sequel, I can definitively tell you when Anthony Burch is halfassing something lol. I don't think he didn't care about the season, I think he was just super stressed and the way they were going about this season wasn't supporting his strengths as a creative. He's obviously very good coming up with the most heart wrenching shit you've ever seen on the fly and he's good at writing a planned and prepared story but he's not as good at trying to do plan a semi-prepared story with half baked ideas literally in the moment as it's happening. Anyone would forget shit even the important things when you're trying to juggle multiple plot lines and execute character arcs. And it is funny but I can't imagine the Psychological Warfare the dads put him through is all that helpful when you're trying to figure out how to bring a football stadium organically in the story lol.

I really hope our parasocial distant father who fucked our mom and then left for milk takes a rest and pulls himself away from all this negativity and he finally just gets to be a Deranged Small Child with a Knife again. Thats clearly all he wants and who can blame him

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

they just didn't have to write him as "a great philanthropist"; "a generous benefactor of the empire bay planetarium"; "frequent officer of the empire bay press guild"; "a frequent target of political slander and false arrest because of generosity towards the press"

and at the same time write him as the first of the others to organize drug trafficking; a man who tried to kill all his competitors; "a shady bastard, even for guys in this business"; "ruthless modernizer"; a man who secretly views his close friend as a liability; "the man who killed his own boss" to take his place

"few will moan moretti's passing" from the lost heaven's newspapers and there's nothing like that in the cut-out news reports about carlo's death

[fisheito]

Leave me to my delusions

[cutemeat]

Your tags about charlie poisoning dee and frank compel me to mention that everytime someone mentions “dennis is a serial killer” near me I want to respond with “It’s more likely quick to anger and prone to rash decision making and holding grudges Charlie with his in depth knowledge of the sewer sytems and off the grid living would be a more prolific serial killer.”

NO STOP I . LITERALLY NO JOKE THAT IS MY EXACT SAME THOUGHT PROCESS LMAOOOOO-

CHARLIE BEING A SERIAL KILLER IS SO MUCH MORE FUN TO PLAY WITH. Like its ALL these little things in canon- HIS KNOWLEDGE OF THE SEWER SYSTEMS/LIVING OFF THE GRID YESSS, his comment about Jamie Nelson drowning being said with what seems like... fondness???, the "Bad Room", his writing The Nightman Cometh all as a scheme to try n pressure the Waitress into accepting his proposal by making a play that's like "see i had a bad childhood so u should just forgive me for everything! im not so bad after all!!", the fact that his job requires him to slip into a dissociative state in order to constantly mercilessly maim living creatures that he canonically resonates/identifies with, his ability to manipulate people with ease in general with his initial charm, the various parallels made between Charlie and characters like Patrick Bateman and Norman Bates and Buffalo Bill....,

like idc i think charlie as a serial killer would be Way more interesting... just think abt Charlie Catches a Leprechaun! he's a natural! and it's so hypnotizing watching the man work that u kinda GO ALONG WITH IT until the rest of the gang snaps us out of it,

also i do think Charlie Day is very smart writing-wise and he'd totally think up a character like this that is a subversion of that "harmless manchild" trope and turn it on its head by giving it a pretty grim ending... like . he's 100% smart enough and talented to pull smth like that off LOL

and i dont want ppl to take this as me trying to trash Charlie, cuz as I just said-- that is an extremely difficult kind of character to pull off!!!! Talk about a slow burn.... I am fuckin praising the man for his writing/performance of Charlie Kelly cuz he is so fucking convoluted and complex n im obsessed and a twist like this would just b the cherry on top

[nixotinix]

i am so healthy about holt hyde,,,,,

so here's more art because I have problems :3 (be sure to click, Tumblr crumpled him)

(I draw this boy with his right arm up a lot,,,)

[the-kipsabian]

[sysig]

Like a dream (Patreon)

[stevengrant-my-beloved]

(he love me) he give me all his money I Part 3 [18+]

Part 1 I Part 2 I Series Masterlist

summary: A brief interaction with a catfish on a sugar daddy website leads to something quite unexpected and suddenly you’re on the radar of genius tech billionaire Nathan Bateman, and honestly, you don’t mind the attention.

chapter warnings: mentions of daddy kink, generally shitty writing 'cause i suck at this lol

a/n: i know it's been a long wait, and this is a pretty short chapter...but i promise the upcoming chapters will be juicier.

also just a note about the texts in this fic

> Texts like these are from Nathan. [bold and italicized]

> texts like these are from you [italicized]

"Why are you using my phone to google 'daddy kink'?"

You look up to see your friend back at your table with your coffee orders, but also some parents at the table in front of you looking scandalized at what they'd just heard and covering their kids ears.

Whatever, kids are lame, but you can't help making a silly face at them and smiling when they giggle.

Lame (so adorably lame).

Anyways, there was a simple explanation to your friend's question. Really.

You and your friend had decided to get breakfast together, and your friend, ever the nice one, had volunteered to pick up your orders from the counter when your buzzer had gone off. Their phone had been right there on the table, and before you knew what you were doing, you were reaching for it, inputting the password, and heading straight to Safari to look up daddy kink.

And it should be obvious why you couldn't use your own phone (a Bluebook one, hint hint) to look up that.

"I don't know, just..." you trail off, wondering how to explain the fact that your sort of long time celebrity crush/internet friend(?)/sugar daddy(???) had unlocked something in you by praising you, and not even that, by literally just saying the words 'good girl' because you said you'd text him, and later, when you'd called him daddy(??????) as a joke (mostly...).

"Are you looking into it 'cause you and Bateman have this arrangement going on?" your friend asks, making sure to whisper this time to avoid dirty looks from the parents in the quiet cafe. "Or did he...say something?"

You remain silent, opting to sip your coffee and avoid eye-contact because honestly, as loud and shameless as your fans online think you are, you weren't exactly the type to put your thoughts and feelings on sex and  specific kinks on blast. That shit was private, even to your friends.

You watch your friend lean back in their seat, crossing their arms across their chest with a shit-eating grin on their stupid smug face.

"So, he really is daddy Bateman huh-"

"No, stop, shut up-" you interrupt, hurriedly scrambling off your chair and leaving the cafe with your cup clutched in your hands with your friend following you close behind, their laughter filling your ears as you try to calm your racing heart.

---

As requested by the man who was suddenly a constant fixture in all your late night fantasies, you'd made sure to be home at 3 p.m. that day, pacing in your living room and anxiously biting your thumb in anticipation for whatever the hell it was that Nathan Bateman had planned.

Just as you're about to take a seat on your couch, your doorbell rings, which is followed by a few pings from your phone. You grab your phone as you make your way to the front door, rolling your eyes and smiling at the texts you'd received.

> Alright, it should be at your front door right now.

> Let me know what you think.

You open your front door to find a large cardboard box with a card taped to the top resting on your doormat. It's a little heavy so you end up half carrying and half dragging it across the floor to get it into your room. You pluck the card from the top to read it and the words make your breath hitch.

Kitten,

I hope I got the sizes right.

-NB

Suddenly, your room feels a thousand times hotter and your fingers shake a little as you pull out your phone.

> what's inside the box

> Open it if you want to find out sweetheart. 

You rummage through your desk drawers to try and find your box cutter and just as you're about to cut through the tape on the box, your phone rings, and it's none other than Bateman calling.

Except...

It's a video call.

Nathan fucking Bateman wanted a video call and you looked like an absolute mess.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-"

You scramble to fix your appearance a little, checking to make sure your clothes looked fine and didn't have weird stains on it, running your fingers through your hair to make it look more 'hot messy' and less like...whatever it was doing right now.

Meanwhile Bateman was still calling and also leaving text messages wondering why you weren't picking up.

"Fucking hell-" you curse as you stub your toe against your bed frame as you try to sit down on the floor and finally pick up his, leaning back against your bed frame, hoping you didn't look like shit.

"Um, hi?" you squeak out, trying to make out what you were looking at.

On screen, you saw yourself (the top of your head and your eyes more like) in the top corner, and on Bateman's video feed, all you see is an empty chair, one of those curved, high back ones that are supposed to be ergonomic, and the wall behind it, covered in different colored post-it notes. Interesting.

You clear your throat. "Nathan? Hello?" you drawl out, before placing your phone on your mini tripod and grabbing the box cutter to go back to opening the box you'd received.

It takes a while to cleanly cut through all the edges of the box (you liked saving all the cardboard boxes you received from packages you had delivered 'cause you never know when they might come in handy). You're almost done, and you're about to open up the flaps of the box to peer inside when you hear a low hum coming from your phone.

You turn back to look at the screen and there in all his Olympian glory (he really did look like a god with that piercing gaze and thick beard, and maybe it was the angle of his phone-) sat Nathan Bateman, sporting a gray tank top and black hoodie thrown over, leaning back in his chair and slightly swiveling side to side as he watched you over the rim of a mug.

"Hey kitten," he says in that low voice of his when he notices your attention is finally back on your screen, on him.

"How long have you been watching me, Nate? Hmm?" you ask with your hands on your hips and your eyebrow raised, trying to keep your tone light and sassy to not give away just how much your heart was racing in your chest.

"Just today? A couple of minutes maybe?", he chuckles, and you watch as his large hand, before adjusting his glasses. "Also, Nate?"

"Just trying out a new nickname, don't worry about it," you mumble, averting your gaze from his hands. "Anything fragile inside this thing 'cause I'm thinking of just tipping it all over onto the floor."

"Go ahead, they've all got protective wrapping anyways."

You try not to squirm under Nathan's watchful gaze, you try to act as normal as possible but it's hard to do that when it's Nathan fucking Bateman on video call (for the first time since you started talking months ago), watching you live, so you can hardly be blamed if you maybe stretch a little sensually as you tip the box over, or if you arch your back more than usual as you lean over the many, many individual packages that are now splayed out on your bedroom floor.

You look up at your phone on the tripod to see Nathan still leaning back in his hard, but he's no longer holding his mug, and his arms were now crossed over his chest. He'd taken off his hoodie at some point, and good lord you're struggling to tear your eyes away from your phone, hoping that this image burns itself into your brain because who knows when you're gonna see him like this again?

Your hand absentmindedly runs across the nearest package, the paper crinkling under your touch as you pull at the silk ribbon.

"Remember that vintage wool-knit sweater you were talking about?" Nathan asks, and his voice snaps you out of the trance-like state you'd been in, making you startle a little.

"Oh, yeah!" you exclaim, eyes widening as you slowly untie the ribbon and peel the paper away, and there it was. The vintage wool-knit sweater you'd been raving about to literally everyone. The one you'd been thinking of buying much later because it was very expensive but of course Nathan had bought it for you, because he'd began to grow impatient from waiting for you to buy it yourself with his money.

"There's also a bunch of stuff from those two boutiques you were talking about-"

"No fucking way," you all but scream and Nathan laughs as he continues to watch you work your way through each package, taking your time to carefully lift the clothes from their paper wrapping before shrieking in delight each and every single time because Nathan had bought pretty much every single clothing item that you'd sent him posts of from different brands that would show up on your Instagram feed. It was ridiculous, because you'd open one bag with a designer dress and the next one would be a cool looking shirt you'd found on an online department store, all carefully packed into a giant box just for you.

"Nathan, this is...," you whisper, looking at all the clothes strewn about all over your room.

"Don't freak out on me kitten. It's just a gift," he whispers back, his lips stretched in a lazy smile that had you clawing at your own thighs to keep you grounded.

"It's a lot."

"I know."

There's a long pause, and you're chewing on your lip, unsure of how to convey your thoughts without coming off weird.

You settle on saying 'thank you', whispered softly as you peer up at your phone, suddenly aware of how he sees you, on your knees on your bedroom floor, surrounded by his lavish gifts. You sense his satisfaction, the way he looks way more relaxed than you've ever seen him in the countless pictures you've seen of him.

"You okay?" he asks, leaning forward with his elbows on his desk and his head resting over his intertwined fingers.

"Yeah," you mumble, and you really are okay, more than okay.

Maybe it's the way Nathan is still watching you, maybe its the sudden boost in your ego from having the Nathan Bateman talking to you, buying you things, because the next words out of your mouth are-

"Want to watch me try them on?"

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let me know what y'all think , i've got exciting stuff planned for this fic

[oatbugs]

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[simgerale]

hi all, here's a late night thought-ramble

[it's about wedding stuff so please scroll away if you're not interested lol it's 100% okay]

as you are all technically strangers, i thought this would be a good place to get unbiased opinions (^:

i'm a people pleaser by nature, so i'm struggling with the whole "it's your wedding! do what makes you and your groom happy, and that's all that matters! if they love you enough, they'll understand."

why? because i want a small wedding. but i also think it'd be nice to have everyone who ever supported me there lol. to keep it relatively small, i think only inviting family would work (this would be under 60 if everyone came from both sides of our family). i don't have many close friends, so this wouldn't be impossible. but my groom definitely has people that he'd like to have at the wedding that aren't related to us. it's just a "if he invites these people, will the category of those people in my life get offended? does it matter, NO, but won't they?" and again, he has told me time and again, that i should do what i want and nothing more.

but oh my GOSH do i worry about having regrets and hurting feelings. like!!!!!!!!!! what's wrong with me!@1!!!!!!! i know if i was giving the advice to someone in my position, i'd say "JUST INVITE WHO YOU WANT TO INVITE! in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matteR!!!!"

i need to follow my advice. but let me tell you................... it's hard. i'm so stubborn when it comes to knowing what's right for me vs. other people.

ANYWAY. i want this type of wedding what do we all think

[adecila]

I think they are doing this to us on purpose...

I love this fandom, I was sad and depressed because of the 💩 ending but after reading all of this amazing jonerys fics I felt happy and no matter what I still found comfort on this.

Please I now it's a lot to ask but don't go don't let them took away this bubble of happiness (you and the others on this fandom created for all of us) from us too.

On purpose? Yes if by that you mean the purpose of doubling down on the season 8 ending and milking whatever they can from the old Game of Thrones fan base. You know, the same ones who are so easily swayed by CGI dragons and will tune in to watch The House Of The Dragon. And the ones who think that the only thing wrong with the ending was that Dany's turn was too quick (but they thought she was mad in the first place, so that's not why they're raging about the ending), the ones who wanted Jon to kill the Night King instead of Arya and the ones who wanted Jon to end up on the Iron Throne.

WE ARE NOT THE SAME WHAT THE FUCK IS NOT CLICKING

Now that I'm heated again and in light of what Emilia said, I'm gonna say this respectfully but you're giving too much credit to HBO AND Kit.

Let me refresh your memory!!!

HBO agreed to the ending we got. Have y'all suddenly forgotten?? The HBO CEO watched the rough cut of the 6 episodes and thought hey these are great

In fact HBO stood by the ending after the petition to redo the season gained worldwide popularity

HBO even thought it appropriate to insult the fans even further and stick by their ending when they gave D and D a cameo in Westworld in which they chop up Drogon

While Kit himself feared that the ending would be divisive, he thought that it was justified:

I'm not saying he wasn't traumatised because it obviously fucked with his head having to kill off his friend on screen (READ THAT AGAIN) I'm just saying y'all are mistaking his grief related to the end of GoT as to the grief for Dany's botched up story.

In fact Kit thought that Jon's ending was "really sweet" 🙃

I cannot overstate how much Kit has in fact stuck by the writing choices

Emilia saying now that this spin off (told y'all the news was real and legit, even if it the spin off might currently be in just the very beginning stages) is certified by Kit doesn't mean shit to us Dany fans!!!

Because tell me what in everything I showed you that Kit said regarding season 8 sounds like a man who would ONLY do a Jon Snow spin off in order to revive Dany and retcon season 8?? It just sounds to me that he loves the character so much he'd probably play it again in most circumstances now that he has had time to deal with his mental health.

Like an asoiaf podcaster said, who if given $10M to play Jon fucking Snow would say no out of principle?

Exactly.

And I'm not "letting them take away anything." Please. I was amongst the last women standing when the last episode aired. I was one of the few still trying to hold everyone's hand through the grief we've had to deal with. I have and still am pouring my heart into so many jonerys fics and I will continue to do so until I can't do it anymore. I've stuck with jonerys through all the shit Kit has said since the ending of GoT, I just tune him out now (after the proper rant ofc) because I really don't trust his judgement on a lot of things 😃

And before you come for me I can still like Kit and drag him for all the shitty things he's done and said. It's called nuance 🤍

Go read an old jonerys fic today and show the author some love. We don't need HBO. We don't need shitty spin offs. We've done well for ourselves for the last 3 years, this isn't going to suddenly make me love jonerys more. Thank god my love for Jon Snow (the legit one, not the s8 one), Daenerys Targaryen and jonerys doesn't depend on what Kit Harington says or does.