#bimbo programmer

[mesmerbyte]

Concept: Bimbo Programmer.

That might sound like a contradiction. Bimbos, famous for being vapid, vacuous, and more interested in appearances than any skills that make you think, in front of a computer all day?

But the thing is... computers are already everywhere. They're a part of daily life. If a girl wants to flirt effectively she's gotta know how to use social media. And then before she knows it, she'll be posting pics all the time. Then videos. Suddenly she's spending all her time in front of her pink monitors wearing her pink headphones, typing on her pink keyboard. Even the text she types is pink (just because she's using a computer doesn't mean it has to be drab).

When she goes out, people hit on her as always and while she loves the attention, it just doesn't hit the same as all the adoration she's getting online. It's all she can think about, so she just twirls her hair and giggles, but she already forgot what anyone said to her. Her mind’s on her phone. Or her computer. And how she needs to check it.

But as much as she loves it, social media is so much work. Like yes she gets to flirt and be sexy but she also has to manage the accounts and check notifications and set up her cameras and microphones and she's just not about all that.

Almost by accident she realizes she's got a talent for coding. She'd always thought code was so logical (blegh!) but there really was an artistry to it. Especially when it's written in hot pink.

First she just writes small scripts to automate her work so she has more time for the parts she likes. But then she figures out how to write a cute little function to hide in the metadata of her pictures to manipulate the algorithm and put her on more people's feeds. And then she figures out how to remotely and automatically install things other peoples' computers and phones.

When she gets stumped, she just absentmindedly plays with her tits until she works it out. And when she finishes a project, she reaches under her skirt to reward herself.

And before she knows it, she's written the most perfectly seductive program, not just to make people see her posts, but to subtly influence them until they could never resist her when they do.

Making every color duller except pink. Imperceptibly at first, the gradually ramping up until it's the user's favorite color and they're not sure why. Changing the text suggestions and autocorrect to be dumber and sexier. Inserting subliminal messages into all videos, but especially their porn. And when they finally do inevitably come across her posts, making every notification from her just a bit more pleasant than the others. A warmer symbol, a brighter chime.

One thing leads to another until they message her. Because of course they do. She's the hottest thing they've ever seen. And then...

She moans. The girl eating her out under her desk is doing such a good job and it's becoming hard to focus on her code. Time to take a break.

She stands, and the brunette under her desk pouts at the separation. A few short months ago the kneeling slut was a graduate student. Now all she wants to do is worship the bimbo who moments ago was at the keyboard.

But the student wouldn't be pouting for long. They had her professor in the other room, who had recently become addicted to his phone after said student submitted a paper with that pretty little metadata. Time to go break him in like the others. It’s only right that she get to join in too.

[rosepetalkitty]

hi wait did I read your tags right, you made your own version of a soundgasm website?

kinda? i mean it's not "my own version of soundgasm" because it's just my personal site (so like you can't make an account and upload stuff there) but yeah, go check out https://listen.rosepetalkitty.cc, i made it all myself from scratch because i wanted to be able to have more control over the backend and the ui.

plus it lets me edit my descriptions and tags, replace audio files if i fuck something up, and add extra stuff that soundgasm doesn't have, like collections/series, automatic messages on discord when i post new audios, maybe in the future a way to have a play queue, possibly a "variants" feature for different versions of the same audio, better metrics (instead of just "how many clicks has this audio gotten since i posted it" i can see stuff like "during which hours do i get the most traffic", "how many clicks has this audio gotten this week", etc.). and also it's in my color scheme. so uh. yeahg. maybe it's more accurate to describe it as my equivalent to Shibby's "Shibbydex" or Miss Lilith's "Lilith Unleashed".

oh and btw, for my petals who aren't already aware, im no longer posting my audios on soundgasm for obvious reasons (my own site is just way way better for me to work with and as far as im aware its better for my listeners too) so if you're looking for my files in the future please go there. all the old ones from sg are on my new site, but im not going to delete them from sg, im just not going to post new things there.

[scatterbrained-sienna]

[you enter a room facing three dominants. One with a pink bimbo costume for you. Another with a dog collar and tail plug. Another with a VR headset and a dronification programme running. Which dom do you choose and then feel the effects of your choice as your brainwashed to their liking…]

Hmmm hard choice.... ill take the dog collar and tail plug

[dragon-phoenix-along]

The amazing digital circus cast according to me [stressed, tired, brain dead]

New jester, Pawmi. Babies first existential crisis. Cant wait to see her break <3

King chess piece, Kingler (???) Hes nuts, I like him. I’m pretty shure I’ve seen fanart with him and his wife/son and I love it. He’s such a mood 2/3 braincell.

Rag doll Hagitha? Sweetheart, One happening away from having a breakdown. Fem Lesbian.

Ribbon thing, don’t remember their name. MPD on legs, they need a hug and some midol. Or somthing. Maybe like 20% more drugs. Love their charater design! The true NB who may be annoying if their current bit keeps them depressed.

Rabbit man Jax. 10/10 Twink, mean, could be beaten by a push door.

Zooble, animators and artists worst nightmare. Depressed nonbinary wlw. Would kill Jax in a friend way. Favorite main cast. I will never make fan art.

Host, cane the mouth eye guy. Hc that he was the programmer of this and got sucked in. Man’s is fucking NUTS. I’m very close to hating him, but like in the good way. Kinda want to push him under a bus.

Bubble, the bubble. MY FAVORITE!! SPHERE!!! WITH GOOGLY EYES!!! AND NO BRAIN!! Bubble is like if jellyfish were 200% better and a bimbo. They have no gender but are a bimbo.

[authorsadiethatcher]

I've been looking forward to writing this series for a while and now it's finally here. The inspiration for it came out of watching the Barbie movie and discussing some of the movie's darker elements with others (especially the patriarchy bit). I'm sure this book could make for a philosophical discussion, but really I'm just here for the fantasy of it.

Also, I am a big fan of how the covers for the series turned out. They all fit so well with the stories.

Utopia's Fall is available from Amazon, Smashwords, Google Play, and Ream (Advanced Bimbo Tier).

Athena is a computer programmer in the lost city of Atlantis. The island has been lost to the rest of the human world, hidden away as a perfect egalitarian utopia has emerged. And Athena, along with her colleague Xavier, hold the power of Atlantis in their hands. And all it takes is one mistake for everything to be sent into chaos. The men become bigger, stronger, and more dominant. The women become submissive, and weak. And both genders have new desires that they need to fulfill. Athena welcomes her bimbo transformation, wanting nothing more than to please Xavier. But will this new change be permanent? Will Athena and Xavier simply keep their new relationship status for themselves? Or will they share this new way of living with the rest of the citizens of Atlantis? Find out in Utopia’s Fall.

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

I am on drag Instagram (because I do drag and having a social media presence is a borderline job requirement these days) which means I'm also on makeup and fashion Instagram because the algorithm refuses to just show me people im following. Which means I occasionally get bimbo (pseudo)feminist TikToks on my feed because they like to wear lots of makeup and elaborate outfits and Instagram thinks thats what im into. which if you don't know what that is it's a TikTok phenomenon where girls wear a lot of pink and talk about how awesome women are and how hot they themselves are. They claim the term bimbo and say that they are feminists. Which is fine in the abstract, but usually they are lying about the feminism part. This one I got was rough on that front.

So this girl in a fuzzy pink crop top says 5 ways women invented the internet. And I was like, oh ok she's gonna talk about how Ada Lovelace was the first computer programmer and then probably some women I don't know about because people only ever talk about the men, right?

She opens with how Google Images was invented because people wanted to look at a dress JLo wore. (High odds this is TikTok misinfo) (This one was the least offensive one to me)

The other women?: Monica Lewinsky (news blogging)(citation needed), Janet Jackson (YouTube specifically so people could post the nip slip)(citation needed), and the assorted women that mark Zuckerberg ranked on the original version of Facebook.

At this point I'm only still watching the video because I need number 5 to be Ada Lovelace. I wanted to know about obscure female programmers who invented Internet codes and all I have learned is that computer programmers love sexually exploiting women. Please say Ada Lovelace I'm on my fucking knees.

She does not say Ada Lovelace. She starts talking about some world war 2 era actress. I do not stick around long enough to find out how she was sexually exploited.

[etraytin]

Not sure the very first song, but the first song I ever got in trouble for was Smart Woman (In A Real Short Skirt) by Jimmy Buffett. My folks got a call from my very conservative Lutheran preschool program because I was singing it, apparently with fair accuracy, at school.

It goes something like this:

"Bimbo limbo is where I been, I know you know that it's wearing me thin. Times are changing, and it's about time, I'm rearranging all the guilt in my mind.

I'm lookin' for a smart woman in a real short skirt, Smart woman who knows how to flirt. Smart woman, got a mind of her own, Smart woman that'll take me home, take me home."

We still listened to a lot of Jimmy Buffett at my house, but my parents curated their song lists a bit more after that, especially when programmable CD players came along. (I was old enough to drive and had listened to A Chorus Line probably fifty times before I realized that my mom had been programming out Surprise, Surprise and Dance Ten, Looks Three all those years.)

reblog and put in the tags the earliest songs you remember actively liking as a child (asking adults to play them for you, learning the lyrics, being excited when they came on the radio etc.)

[goodgirlfuckdoll1]

Hi, Thank you for your blog. In many ways you are living my fantasy! A couple of things really get me excited and I would like to know if you could describe them. What does it feel like at the moment of surrender in the induction, or the moment when you realize you are in someone else's power? Have you ever responded to a post hypnotic suggestion without realizing it until you have completed the task, and what does it feel like to suddenly remember that you have obeyed a suggestion that was so deeply placed in your subconscious that you were unaware of it? Finally, is it mind-blowing when you think about being subject to a very skilled and famous hypnotist?

💞Hi! Thank you for taking the time to write me! Ill try to explain the best I can!💞

💥Thank you for your blog. In many ways you are living my fantasy!

💞 You are welcome. My blog was encouraged by my former HypnoD (Dom1) to chronicle my evolution and growth. Fantasy is hot. Living it is a whole other level!

💥What does it feel like at the moment of surrender in the induction?

💞 The moment of surrender feels for me a relaxed deep sense of concentration or heightened awareness. My body also confirms it when my left eye tears. It signals to me that my conscious mind is receeding and my subconscious is taking over. Its pretty rare to do that, but does come in handy.

💥the moment when you realize you are in someone else's power?

💞 Its comforting, arousing, exciting, relief

💥Have you ever responded to a post hypnotic suggestion without realizing it until you have completed the task?

💞Yes. PHS are actually quite elegant and seamless if done correctly. It comes out in new behavior that feels incredibly natural or clicking into place. You realize it eventually and just warmly smile to yourself how programmed you are. It feels amazing to be a programmable toy. All of my programming has been deeply imbedded so it flows out as my general operating system seamlessly.

💥Finally, is it mind-blowing when you think about being subject to a very skilled and famous hypnotist?

💞I'm very grateful to have been under the hand of some incredibly skilled hypnotists. We are able to push the boundries of what is truly possible. My first (Dom1) that did the initial programming was incredibly skilled 9/10 level and @hypnostage is above that...to take my journey even further. He is a living AI of all things hypnosis. Ive also been fortunate to chat with other skilled tists and learn new things too. The community for the most part is very good. I trusted the universe to put me in the right places. The universe hasnt let this bimbo down yet on her wonderful journey!❤️

Thank you for joining me on my adventures!

Much love,

-GGFD1💞

[prnanayarquah]

Avance Media Announces 2023 100 Most Influential Young Africans List

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Avance Media Announces 2023 100 Most Influential Young Africans List

Leading African PR & Rating firm, Avance Media has announced its list of 2023 100 Most Influential Young Africans. The list, which is the 8th edition, features young Africans creating and leading positive impact in their various countries and the continent.

With representatives from about 30 countries, the 2023 list features prominent individuals such as Burkina Faso’s President, Ibrahim Traore, and the African Union Youth Envoy, Chido Cleo Mpemba.  Ministers of State, climate activists, content creators, musicians, and athletes are all recognized for their achievements.

The list is a powerful testament to the vast pool of talents and leaders across Africa. It includes young people making a difference in various sectors, from government and business to activism, entertainment, and media.

“We are incredibly proud to unveil the 2023 edition of the 100 Most Influential Young Africans,” said Prince Akpah, Founder of Avance Media. “This list showcases the incredible diversity and potential of young Africans who are driving change and shaping the future of our continent.  These young leaders inspire us all and serve as role models for the next generation.”

This year’s list includes Ministers of State: Amina Priscille Longoh, Emma Inamutila Theofelus, Rose Pola Pricemou, Yvan Butera (Dr.); Climate Activists: Mohamed Adow, Elizabeth Wathuti, Ineza Umuhoza and Vanessa Nakate & Content Creators such as Wode Maya, Charity Ekezie, Dudu, Le Général Tchoutchoubatchou, Tayo Aina, Uncle Mo and William Last KRM.

Below is Avance Media’s 2023 100 Most Influential Young Africans arranged alphabetically.

Abir Ibrahim || Associate Africa Director, World Economic Forum

Achraf Hakimi || Footballer, PSG

Adebola Williams || Group CEO, RED | For Africa

Adeniyi Adebayo || Chief Business Officer, Yango Africa

Ahmed Kaballo || Founder, Africa Stream

Amina Priscille Longoh || Minister, Chad

Amisa Rashid || Founder, Nivishe Foundation

Anna Ekeledo || CEO, AfriLabs Foundation

Asake || Musician

Asisat Oshoala || Footballer, FC Barcelona

Awa Bousso Drame || Founder, CoastGIS

Ayra Starr || Musician

Benjamin Fernandes || CEO, NALA

Bimbo Ademoye || Actress

Bitania Lulu Berhanu || Programmes Director, AMREF

Black Sherif || Musician

Bogolo Kenewendo || Global Economist

Broda Shaggi || Content Creator

Burna Boy || Musician

Canary Mugume || Journalist

Charity Ekezie || Content Creator

Charlene Ruto || CEO, SMACHs Foundation

Chido Cleo Mpemba || African Union Youth Envoy

Chike || Musician

Christine Mhundwa || Media Personality, DW TV

Chude Jideonwo || Media Personality

Davido || Musician

Debo Adedayo || Content Creator

Déborah Mutund || Media Personality

Dudu || Content Creator

Ebuka Songs || Musician

Elizabeth Tanya Masiyiwa || CEO, HigherLife Foundation

Elizabeth Wathuti || Climate Activist

Emma Inamutila Theofelus || Minister, Namibia

Francis Zavier Ngannou || Boxer

Ham Serunjogi || CEO , Chipper Cash

Hilda Baci || Chef

Humphrey Nabimanya || CEO, Reach A Hand, Uganda

Ibrahim Traore (H.E.) || President, Burkina Faso

Ineza Umuhoza || Climate Activist

Inna Hengari || Member of the National Assembly, Namibia

Iyinoluwa Aboyeji || CEO, Future Africa

Jamila Mohamed HSC || Journalist

John-Allan Namu || Journalist

Johnson Sakaja || Governor of Nairobi, Kenya

Kennedy Ekezie || CEO, Kippa

Larry Madowo || Journalist, BBC

Lawrence Maleka || Media Personality

Layi Wasabi || Content Creator

Le Général Tchoutchoubatchou || Content Creator

Libianca || Musician

Maimouna Ba || Activist

Mark Masai || Journalist

Mercy Chinwo || Musician

Mohamed Adow || CEO, PowerShift Africa

Mohamed Salah || Footballer, Liverpool

Mohammed Bello El-Rufai || Member of the House of Representatives, Nigeria

Mohammed Kudus || Footballer, West Ham

Moses Bliss || Musician

Mr Eazi || CEO, Empawa Africa

Musa Keys || Musician

Nadia Mukami || Musician

Nancy Isime || Actress

Nozipho Tshabalala || CEO, The Conversation Strategists

Odunayo Eweniyi || Co-Founder, PiggyVest

Olugbenga Agboola || CEO, Flutterwave

Omar Hagrass || CEO, Trella

Raissa Kanku || Community Specialist, World Economic Forum

Rema || Musician

Rose Pola Pricemou, || Minister, Republic of Guinea

Ruvheneko Parirenyatwa || Journalist

Sadio Mane || Footballer, Al Nassr

Sam George Nartey || Member of Parliament, Ghana

Samson Itodo || CEO, YIAGA Africa

Sébastien Haller || Footballer, Borussia Dortmund

Shola Akinlade || CEO, Paystack

Somachi Chris-Asoluka || CEO, Tony Elumelu Foundation

Stephen Sang || Governor of Nandi County, Kenya

Stonebwoy || Musician

Susan Nakhumicha Wafula || Cabinet Minister for Health, Kenya

Tayo Aina || Content Creator

Tems || Musician

Thembi Kgatlana || Footballer

Theo Baloyi || CEO, Bathu

Tobi Bakre || Actor

Tunde Onakoya || Founder, Chess in Slums Africa

Tusaiwe Munkhondya || Founder, YANA

Tyla || Musician

Uncle Mo || Content Creator

Vanessa Nakate || Climate Activist

Victor Osimhen || Footballer, Napoli

Walter Pacheco || CEO, Bodiva-Bolsa De Dívida E Valores De Angola

Wema Sepetu || Actress

Wezi || Musician

Wildiley Barroca || Consultant

William Last KRM || Content Creator

Wode Maya || Content Creator

Yassine Bounou || Footballer, Al Hilal

Yvan Butera (Dr.) || Minister of Health, Rwanda

Zuchu || Musician

[finitevariety]

if i ever decided to present more femme jennifer coolidge would be the blueprint, the goal, the vision board

[thebimbowhisperer]

Bimbo Goals

Bimbo Goals No 1: Advertising.

Bimbo Goals No 2: Usefulness.

Bimbo Goals No 3: Maximum defocusation.

Bimbo Goals No 4: Appreciate the little things.

Bimbo Goals No 5: A body of art.

Bimbo Goals No 6: Endurance.

Bimbo Goals No 7: More fake every day.

Bimbo Goals No 8: Distrust all thoughts.

Bimbo Goals No 9: Don't come undone.

Bimbo Goals No 10: Obviousness.

Bimbo Goals No 11: Sweetness.

Bimbo Goals No 12: Largeness.

Bimbo Goals No 13: Purity.

Bimbo Goals No 14: Disposability.

Bimbo Goals No 15: Objectification.

Bimbo Goals No 16: Helplessness.

Bimbo Goals No 17: Excessiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 18: Devotion.

Bimbo Goals No 19: Reciprocity.

Bimbo Goals No 20: Unbridled Release.

Bimbo Goals No 21: Depersonalization.

Bimbo Goals No 22: Willinglessness.

Bimbo Goals No 23: Hyperfemininity.

Bimbo Goals No 24: More make-up.

Bimbo Goals No 25: Neediness.

Bimbo Goals No 26: Dressed for success.

Bimbo Goals No 27: Uselessness.

Bimbo Goals No 28: Programmable.

Bimbo Goals No 29: Patronized.

Bimbo Goals No 30: Daddy issues.

Bimbo Goals No 31: Certifiable horniness.

Bimbo Goals No 32: Irreversible dedications.

Bimbo Goals No 33: Expensiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 34: Truthfulness.

Bimbo Goals No 35: Irresistibility.

Bimbo Goals No 36: Lips to kiss.

Bimbo Goals No 37: Easement.

Bimbo Goals No 38: Docility.

Bimbo Goals No 39: Innocence.

Bimbo Goals No 40: Unification.

Bimbo Goals No 41: Unseriousness.

Bimbo Goals No 42: Nonstop nonsensical.

Bimbo Goals No 43: Authenticity.

Bimbo Goals No 44: Loyalty.

Bimbo Goals No 45: Laziness.

Bimbo Goals No 46: Sex vulture.

Bimbo Goals No 47: Body pride.

Bimbo Goals No 48: Acceptance.

Bimbo Goals No 49: Being owned.

Bimbo Goals No 50: Namelessness.

Bimbo Goals No 51: Sponsored.

Bimbo Goals No 52: Be a role model.

Bimbo Goals No 53: Cooperativity.

Bimbo Goals No 54: Blankness.

Bimbo Goals No 55: Big boobs.

Bimbo Goals No 56: Buoyancy.

Bimbo Goals No 57: Tempting.

Bimbo Goals No 58: Deliverance.

Bimbo Goals No 59: Plushness.

Bimbo Goals No 60: Playfulness.

Bimbo Goals No 61: Debauchery.

Bimbo Goals No 62: Permissiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 63: Mellowness.

Bimbo Goals No 64: Responsiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 65: Total artificialization.

Bimbo Goals No 66: Brainlessness.

Bimbo Goals No 67: Diligence.

Bimbo Goals No 68: Fully operational.

Bimbo Goals No 69: Pink pride.

Bimbo Goals No 70: Generosity.

Bimbo Goals No 71: Greatness.

Bimbo Goals No 72: Instrumental.

Bimbo Goals No 73: Babbling.

Bimbo Goals No 74: Entertaining.

Bimbo Goals No 75: Refinements.

Bimbo Goals No 76: Freedom from thoughts.

Bimbo Goals No 77: Going blank.

Bimbo Goals No 78: Natural state.

Bimbo Goals No 79: Entranced in bliss.

Bimbo Goals No 80: Meaningfulness.

Bimbo Goals No 81: Memory leakage.

Bimbo Goals No 82: Disoriented.

Bimbo Goals No 83: Easy.

Bimbo Goals No 84: Passiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 85: Stultification.

Bimbo Goals No 86: Femininity.

Bimbo Goals No 87: Laisser-faire.

Bimbo Goals No 88: Lost in vanity.

Bimbo Goals No 89: High excitability.

Bimbo Goals No 90: Transparency.

Bimbo Goals No 91: Communicative.

Bimbo Goals No 92: Blatancy.

Bimbo Goals No 93: Flawlessness.

Bimbo Goals No 94: Supportive.

Bimbo Goals No 95: Stuff.

Bimbo Goals No 96: Dedication.

Bimbo Goals No 97: Insatiable.

Bimbo Goals No 98: High-maintenance person.

Bimbo Goals No 99: Freedom.

Bimbo Goals No 100: Full Blown Bimbofication. For Bimbo Goals make not only better but simply happier.

[authorsadiethatcher]

If you’ve been reading this series, you probably have questions. How is this happening? None of the Promo Girls to be have had a clue. But now the process gets turned on the person who made it all possible. This is the final book in the series, but I have left an opening for an American spinoff, if there is interest.

The Promotion is available for purchase from Amazon, Smashwords, and Google Play.

My name is Irisa and I created the computer programs used to train the Kaisha Corporation Promo Girls.

The Kaisha Corporation is one of the top employers in all of Japan, and I have been lucky to work there for ten years, developing training programs that utilize artificial intelligence. I have helped put Kaisha at the forefront of such work, without ever getting my name in any headlines.

But things are changing at Kaisha. An American expansion is causing employees to be siphoned away from Japan. And that includes a part of the Promo Team. I have been selected to become the new team leader, using my familiarity with the team through my training programs to now lead a stable of bimbos promoting the company. But this will mean subjecting myself to the same training methods that turned smart and capable women into bimbos.

What will happen to me? Will I become just like all the other Promo Girls or will I hold onto a shred of myself as I take on a new job? Will the programmer who replaces me have any surprises for me as I am retrained for a new role? Find out in The Promotion.

[youryanderedaddy]

Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit. 

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience. 

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were  calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it. 

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a  half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others. 

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism. 

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve. 

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

 ***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place. 

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire. 

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”

[delightfullysubatomic]

Performances of Stuff Tim Wrote Himself (+ with others)

THE POET SHOWS

Chrimbo Bimbo 2020: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSXmndZXVis

Edinburgh Comedy Live 2011: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3Z-ZFCRohQ&t=1280s [with The Horne Section]

Knock2Bag 2010: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC8bwIiOLr4

Edinburgh and Beyond c2007: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKE7XmfsBIg&list=PLYuILPWZo7KObT6pNgoaj7394ziaaAxCK&index=5

Comedy Shuffle 2007: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8J-qzYOYCc

Up the Creek 2006: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgHNLtY1k6g [intro’d by Mark Watson!]

POETRY PERFORMANCES NOT IN SHOWS

Monday (for The Samaritans): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7OU8aC8hUQ&list=PLYuILPWZo7KObT6pNgoaj7394ziaaAxCK&index=2

Ghosts (for the Pleasance): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbdCgeoPU2g

Siblings (for The Guardian): https://www.theguardian.com/stage/video/2014/aug/12/tim-key-poem-edinburgh-festival-single-white-slut

Latitude: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkSknpdhkMI

Royal Wedding (for The Guardian): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8iBZ5nQgxw

Tim Key. With a Strong Quartet. On a Boat (2010):

Waterloo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrarrHCyurw

Promo vid: https://vimeo.com/16308708

BBC Promo: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/entertainment-arts-11742401 (video doesn’t work)

Poems / short films on Tim’s director’s YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCM4YzVnrjoW4IauCEt5N1Lg/videos

Poems / short films on Tim’s YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/timkey25/videos

POETRY NOT QUITE PERFORMANCES

Reading poems to advertise the book: 

Rules of War: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKr6N9G8II0

Joint Account: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_3wbYy3LDw

Fraud: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKycWCqQbuk

Paragliding: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pX2X79UtDCU

Audiobook recording 2011: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOpX1BSwjJ0

With Alex Horne in 2005: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aL_vheiBY0E

POETRY ON CHARLIE BROOKER SHOWS

Deal or No Deal: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLjTwh6s53c

Taliban: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUw_Qg09K2Av

Banker: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7EJnQ_5ex8

Politics: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WEcv-NBA4Y

Bwand and Woss: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUPnmBZsoro

TV ads: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZltkBOA13C0

Asteroids: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DASt63SDrMg

(maybe there are more)

FILMS

Wonderdate (2018): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14jDV2rBnU0&t=1s

Comic Relief (2017): [link?]

The One and Only Herb McGwyer Plays Wallis Island (2007): https://vimeo.com/182136995

The Amazing Hedge Puzzle (2007): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4n3vpp9yaY

Woodland Rain (date?): https://vimeo.com/19832218

TV

Cowards: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VwxfgVap3s

Freeze (pilot?): https://vimeo.com/254707985#_=_

RADIO

Lasties with John Kearns (2021): https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0010p29

Tim Key���s Late Night Poetry Programme and Christmas Poetry Programme (2012-2020 [so far...]): https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03pn5pl

Tim Key Dives into Daniil Kharms and That’s All (2016): https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b072n5xc

Sunday Afternoon at Home with Tim Key (2014): https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03sb8b0 [link needed] ; Clip: https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01q84ln

Tim Key’s Easy USSR (2013): https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b03h30gb [alt link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uE_kv9Y408]

Tim Key and Gogol’s Overcoat (2012): https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01nt3y0

Tim Key’s Suspended Sentence (2011): https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b0128pyh

From Fact to Fiction (2009): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcVvgWkZ6TE

Cowards (2007-2008): https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00fbl37

All Bar Luke (2006-2009): https://archive.org/details/allbarluke

OTHER STUFF

Alex Horne’s YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRmnYfTzS-OAJ4wjcOUOR8g

In Knock2Bag Presents...The Moth House: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gW6zxT3Qbxg

In The Lockdown Lock-In: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6veEshKErs4

[deaths-academy-of-combat]

Minerva Lilian

BIOLOGICAL INFORMATION

Name : Minerva Lilian

Gender : Female

Age: 18

Birthday : July 28th

Starsign: Leo

Eye color: Peacock blue ( right ) Soft Lilac ( left )

Hair Color: soft lilac

Homeland : Necrosis city

Twisted from : Melone from Golden Wind

SCHOOL LIFE

Dorm : Outlandical

School Year : third

Class : 3-C

Club(s) : Gaming , Programming, cheer and debate

Sports Team(s) : Baseball and Leads the tennis team

Best Subject : Mathematics

FUN FACTS

Dominant hand : Left

Favorite food : Melon balls

Least favorite food : Black coffee

Preferred Combat style : puppeteering

Likes : Technology, learning about others , men , programming

Dislikes : being doubted, prudes , incompatibility

Hobby : surfing the web

Talent : guessing people's star signs

TRIVIA

NEW LIFE

Minerva's unique magic which allows her to create a marionette based on a person she has learned about. To use her magic she must learn the person's name , age , star sign and birthday.

Minerva is the definition of boy crazy , losing any semblance of thought when one enters her line of sight. So many men in dac think of Minerva as a ditzy bimbo.

Meanwhile she is incredibly intellectual, and one of the best programmers in Dac, only behind Namico Zycrest, her best friend.

She is often around Isla Vanity, another close friend of hers in Outlandical, who speaks for her more often than not.

Minerva is a bit of a try hard, always sucking up to professors.

She is one of the few people Harper Zippah dislikes. Despite being her co-worker.

Harper, Minerva and Isla all work under one person that no one knows the real identity of, following out their whims with no question.

[niall-is-my-dream]

Power Over Me - Part Two

Thanks to @heart-attack-harry and @lizziespidiepridie for your help.

Catch up on part one below

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/188083232033/power-over-me

"I wanna be king in your story I wanna know who you are I want your heart to beat for me Oh I"

3k words

Your eyes were struggling to open up this morning. Puffy from crying like a loser last night over a guy who is clearly an arsehole. Reliving the whole thing in your head had you pulling the covers up and hiding beneath them, wanting to hide away for the rest of your Sunday. 

But you knew you shouldn't.

Dragging yourself from your bed you managed to navigate your way to the bathroom, running the tap and splashing your face with warm water. Patting your face dry, you looked in the mirror above the sink and saw your face. 

You looked a right state. 

You needed paracetamol, a coffee and a two week vacation somewhere hot.

Preferably by yourself where you could wallow in your own self pity.

Sadly you'd have to make do with your sofa.

After making yourself a coffee and some toast you sat your bum on the sofa, turning on the tv and browsing the channels, you found some housey type programme. You know the ones where they want the cafe culture life in London but on a shoestring budget, then complain it's a two bed flat rather than a 3 bed house they'd dreamed off.

Well those twats can fuck off you thought as you switched the channels to an old episode of Friends. The One With The Prom Video, great. Basically the one where after years of lusting over Rachel, Ross finally wins her over by his sweet antics from when they were teenagers. 

A nice happy ending.

Well that can fuck off to.

You turned it off in the end, choosing to sit in silence and eat.

Your phone was on the coffee table with your bag and keys, exactly where you had left it last night when you'd got in. It had been ringing constantly on your journey home and the taxi driver had even commented about you not answering it.

After a quick text to Deo as promised to tell him you were home safe, you'd turned it off and left it. 

Now it was slowly torturing you.

A sucker for punishment, you moved to turn it on. The screen lit up and showed you how many missed calls, texts and voice messages you had.

A reply from Deo telling you to sleep well and to text him if you wanted to talk.

You didn't.

A couple from your friends who you'd been out with, asking you what was going on and that they hoped you were safely home.

And 23 messages from Niall.

13 missed calls. 

And 5 voice messages.

You didn't bother to read them and you hastily deleted them all without reading them. Same with the voice messages. Delete.

You didn't feel any better after doing it, the coffee and toast slathered in butter hadn't even helped how you were feeling. It wasn't a hangover or troubled night sleep that was causing you pain. 

It was your heart.

You were shamefully heartbroken at what had happened. Shameful because you had vowed since Lewis Burns broke up with you in Year Ten that you would never ever let a guy hurt you like that again. Granted you had been 15 at the time but it was a value that ten years later you still tried to follow.

Your heart felt heavy and it both scared you and annoyed you.

You just need some time to cool off and get over him.

Letting out a huge sigh you gathered up your plate and mug and took them to the kitchen. Opening up Spotify, you put some tunes on and started tidying up your flat. Washing up, making your bed, putting a load of washing in, it was all a distraction. A much needed one and it was working. When it was all done you grabbed your book and headed for a bath.

Throughout your day your phone beeped with messages, when you saw Niall's name you just deleted them. But as the afternoon went on, you opened up his contact and blocked him. Tears had followed and you ended up going to bed at 9pm. Your Sunday had turned out to be a quiet and lonely one, but something that was very much needed. 

Turning off your alarm the next day, you couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. But you had a meeting at 9am and another at 11am, and you had some prep to do.

The mornings routine was basically just going through the motions. You still felt like absolute shite, the heavy feeling in your heart hadn't even remotely subsided. After taking a hot shower you dressed and ate a quick breakfast, not even bothering to put the radio on like you normally did. Good luck to anyone who came in contact with you today.

The tube as usual was busy and you were squashed in amongst all the other commuters. By the time you'd arrived at your station your mood was getting worse. It hit its peak when you walked into your building and saw bimbo bambi on the front desk. She had a stupid smirk on her face that was definitely aimed at you as you walked past her. 

Luckily she had been on the phone and hadn't been able to speak to you. You were in no mood to be dealing with her high pitched squeaky voice this morning. How in the hell she had got the job as receptionist at the Recruitment Agency you worked at you will never know. You got the impression she couldn't even spell her own name. Which was Nina by the way. Bimbo bambi was just a nasty, horrible nickname that you and Annie from the second floor had come up with. Bullying wasn't something you condoned, but she didn't know that was her nickname and so she couldn't be offended if she didn't even know it. You were always polite to her and smiled nicely whenever she interacted with you. But she was definitely not a friend of yours and would never be one.

The reason behind her smirk became apparent when you saw the huge bouquet of flowers on your desk when you walked into your office.

Pausing in the doorway, you didn't want to go over to them. A few faces of your colleagues were smiling at you. Jack the office playboy was the first to speak, asking you who your new fella was. Choosing to ignore him, you walked to your desk dumping down your bag and looking at the arrangement.

The bouquet was beautiful, a mixture of light pink and cream flowers. A sealed note was attached to the cellophane wrap. Looking around as you opened it, a simple message was written.

Please can we talk x

Shoving the card in your bag, you didn't have time to even think about it now. You had a meeting with a company about helping them with recruitment in exactly 28 minutes. A large coffee was needed and you needed to gather all your prep together.

Dwelling on the card and over thinking about it would have to wait.

********

Your 9am meeting went well and you were back at your desk finishing the prep for the next one when your work phone rang. Seeing it was the reception office you let out a frustrated sigh before putting on your most polite voice.

"Hello?"

"Elizabeth, You have a visitor?" Nina said.

"Oh they're early." You replied looking at your watch and seeing 10:35am.

"No, it's not your next appointment."

Your heart sank.

Please no.

"You didn't tell me you were friends with Niall Horan?!" She whispered excitedly down the phone.

"Well it never came up in conversation." You replied quickly. "Please tell him I'm super busy and that I have a meeting at 11."

"Oh ok, will do." She replied, and you hung up before she could answer any further.

You were fuming, first the flowers then turning up at your work. Did he think that was the way to get you to listen? Well he was sadly mistaken.

Running your fingers across your temples you willed the anger to go away. You still had work to do. You'd managed to distract yourself this morning with the potential business that your meetings could secure. Letting him get into your head was not needed right now.

Breathing out a massive sigh, you looked up at your computer to continue answering some emails. That's when you saw him. 

Strolling through your floor coming for your office, attracting the attention of every single person. His casual attire of dark jeans and blue t-shirt being the biggest factor.

Fuck he looked so good.

His face was unreadable, something that was strange to you considering you'd known him 6 years. You had always been able to read him. 

But not today.

You stood up from your desk as he strolled into your office, closing the door firmly behind him.

"Niall...."

"Why haven't you answered my messages?" He asked you bluntly.

"Because I didn't want to." You replied in the same manner.

"You've not even read them, and the last ones I've tried to send you bounced back. Have you blocked me?!"

"Yes, and yet you still didn't get the hint." You said as you gestured towards the flowers.

"I just...... " He began but you cut him off.

"Look Niall, I can't do this right now. I have a meeting in 15 minutes to get ready for. To be honest I don't even want to have this conversation with you at all."

You were being rude now, desperate to save face. Your heart was pounding in your chest, it ached to reach over and touch him, but you held back when you remembered Saturday night. His cocky behaviour had infuriated you, but his lost looking face right now was making you feel guilty. But only for a split second before you remembered how hurt you were, how embarrassed and ashamed you'd felt.

Holding back the tears was becoming harder and you really needed him to leave before he saw how broken you were. The tough exterior you were trying to show him was crumbling.

"So, you don't even want to talk to me about what happened?" He asked you his voice calm.

"No."

This was a lie, well sort of. You did want answers from him but not now. You weren't ready.

He shook his head and started to look annoyed which infuriated you even more. He had no right coming into your office, surely the ignoring his calls and messages was enough of a hint for him, but apparently not.

You'd have to have a word with Nina in a subtle way to get her to actually listen to you when you need someone to go away.

"This isn't over." He said as he left.

"It never started." You replied.

**********

The second meeting had been ok, luckily it was a meeting with a client already on your books, because your mind had been elsewhere. 

Niall strolling into your office was not something that you had even been remotely prepared for. Seeing him had effecting you far more than you had thought. It was a silly crush and you needed to get over it.

It would be easy, he travelled a lot and he had a lot of friends. You were sure you could dodge seeing him, you'd probably lay low for a few weeks and avoid the dreaded conversation with your mutual friends.

Willie's voice asking Niall what the hell he had done to you, was still stuck in your head, he had messaged you today asking if you were ok. Willie had taken on the big brother role in the group and as one of the youngest you had been happy to have him care and support you. Deo had sort of become the annoying brother, but he had shown his caring side to when he helped you in a taxi on Saturday night. Neither had pushed you to talk and you appreciated it.

As you had got into the office early that morning you decided to head off at 5. Your head was still pounding and after taking some painkillers you tidied away your desk and grabbed your bag.

Nina was sitting at her desk on reception when you went past.

"I'm heading off now Nina so if anyone calls they will need to leave a message." You informed her.

"Got dinner with a certain someone?!" She replied with a wink.

God she was annoying.

"Not that it's any of your business but no."

"Oh it's just he's been outside in his car for the last half an hour."

"What?"

"Niall Horan." She said continuing to smirk.

"Spreading gossip isn't tolerated here. And not following orders from me when I ask not to be disturbed while I'm prepping for an important meeting is also a problem."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

"I know, but Niall is my friend and he's incredibly private. Please don't start making something out of nothing." You replied, defending him. He might have pissed you off, but you couldn't help but be protective.

"I am really sorry, I wouldn't spread gossip I promise. And I'll follow your orders about visitors from now on." She replied looking absolutely petrified of you.

"Thankyou, I'll see you in the morning." You said.

She mumbled a nervous goodbye as you left the building. You spied his car out the corner of your eye, what was he thinking hanging around waiting for you?

Walking quickly in the opposite direction towards the tube station, you hoped he hadn't spotted you.  

But of course he fucking had.

He called out your name, but you headed down the street winding in between the crowds. You knew he wouldn't follow you, wouldn't risk being seen chasing a woman down the street. In today's world, cameras were in your pockets and footage could be uploaded online for everyone to see in seconds.

He definitely wouldn't do that.

You reached the tube station, swiping your oyster card you made your way through the station to your platform, breathing a sigh of relief at having avoided him again.

The walk back from the station wasn't long and you called into little Tesco Express to get a microwave meal and a bottle of wine. You definitely couldn't be bothered to cook tonight. It when you were approaching your building that you saw his car in the car park.

Fuck.

You managed to avoid him and sneak around the back. There were two entrances to your block, accessing the way through the gate and the shared garden, you let yourself in hopeful that he hadn't seen you.

But it didn't matter, he hadn't been waiting in his car. He was waiting at your door.

Your heart sank.

After a rollercoaster day of emotions and a heavy workload you could cry just at the sight of him. You didn't have anymore fight in you to argue and you knew you'd crumble. 

The sight of him leaning against your door, knocked the breath out of you. His face looking straight ahead, the sound of you walking up the steps caused him to turn.

His face once again had that annoyed look, and you couldn't believe the cheek of it. How dare he look annoyed after how he had behaved.

Walking up to your door, he didn't move. Your eyes met his and the annoyed look was gone, replaced by one that was pleading with you. He knew you'd ask him to leave and he would fight you until you agreed to hear him out.

Moving closer to him, you were just inches away as you raised your right hand above his shoulder and put your key in the lock.

"Please talk to me. Let me explain." He whispered.

Your body betrayed you as your eyes filled with tears.

Turning the key, you unlocked the door and moved sideways to get around him. He was right behind you, walking into your flat as you were taking the key out the lock. Strolling in like it was perfectly ok to do after everything that had happened.

Shutting the door, not acknowledging him you put your shopping bag on the side. Carefully taking out your meal and your wine. You could sense him at the doorway as you took off your coat and sorted out your bag.

"Are you going to let me explain?" He asked his voice calm and low.

"Doesn't look like I have any choice does it?!" You scoffed aware that he could probably hear the way you were choked up.

"Why are you being like this?" He asked you.

"Like what Niall? An arsehole? Not nice is it?" You replied allowing your face to be seen, no longer hiding behind your long hair.

His eyes widened when he saw your face and upon hearing your words.

"I'm sorry."

"Doesn't matter."

"It does matter. I'm not good at this."

"Good at what exactly?"

"Talking about this sort of stuff."

"Then why are you here, why have you been messaging me, coming to my office and waiting outside my work? I specifically told you I didn't want to talk to you. Did you not listen or are you just trying to humiliate me even more?"

Silence.

You couldn't even look at him, choosing to walk past him and out to the hall, hanging your coat up on the hook on the wall.

"I think you should go." You said, eyes brimming with tears. You knew he was right behind you and you couldn't bare to turn around and face him.

"Not until you've let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain, it was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. Done. Now you can go."

"Elizabeth."

"No, I can't deal with you right now. Please just go." You begged.

"I didn't mean to leave that night, I don't know why I left you to wake up alone."

You moved towards the door, opening it, unable to bare being near him. His scent was invading your senses and you couldn't take it anymore.

"Let me know when you figure out why you did." You said and he moved towards you.

Your eyes couldn't meet his as he looked at you before walking out the door.

Part Three

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