#p!Kristen x reader

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I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE!! if you have time vould you maybe do a jack hughes smut where reader wears the rival teams jersey to piss him off and its like rough??

its been rotting in my brain for forever 😭

[ bitter rivals ] j. hughes

paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : just to make her boyfriend mad after a fight, (Y/N) wears a Flyers jersey to the Devils’ game against Philly in Newark … and she feels the consequences afterwards

warning(s) : smut ! rough sex, unprotected p in v sex, slight choking, hair pulling, possessiveness, pet names during sex. light angst

author’s note : hear me out … i was having a moment so i decided to tackle this request. not to mention i have been wanting to write something like this for a hot second so here we are. that’s how we got here so i hope y’all enjoy. i always have time to write some jack hughes smut too

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It's been nearly a week since their fight and (Y/N) hasn't heard from her boyfriend. Normally she wouldn't do something drastic since it's only been a week, but she feels like doing something drastic.

Instead of walking into the Prudential Center wearing a red 86 on her back, she wears an orange 11. She gets looks from a few Devils fans who know of her relationship with Jack, but she truly doesn't care. She knows will always be loyal to the boys in red and black despite trying to be petty.

After grabbing something to eat and drink, she heads down to her front row seats that she purposely bought just to make this point. She'll be right on the glass for Devils warmups in a few minutes.

Until then, she enjoys her chicken tenders and High Noon while fans begin to gather at the glass to get a close up look at their favorite players.

The Flyers come out first for warmups in their white away jerseys, then the Devils come out in their black alternate jerseys.

(Y/N) sticks out like a sore orange thumb in a sea of red, white, and black around her. She gets a couple of looks from the fans around her when she stands up. but it doesn't matter. She’s just trying to prove a point.

No one would blame her if they knew.

On the ice, she watches Luke skate up to his older brother. His eyes flicker in her direction. Luke leans into Jack’s ear and says something to him, who looks right at her. He has a look on his face that she has never seen before. He looks so angry.

When he starts to skate over to where she’s standing, Jesper intercepts him as soon as he sees where he’s going. He says something to Jack but Jack’s eyes never leave his girlfriend. She waves at him with a sly smirk on her face.

Mission accomplished. He saw her.

Jack slaps pucks at the net in obvious frustration or anger. She doesn’t know which it is at this point. She wouldn’t be surprised at all if he takes a few penalties during the game.

If he’s angry now, it’s just gonna fester for the next few hours. She’s probably screwed but it’ll be worth it in the end.

The Flyers jersey doesn’t deter her from cheering every time the Devils score a goal.

When Erik Haula nets his third goal of the night, she makes sure she throws the beanie she’s wearing onto the ice. Technically it wasn’t even her beanie. Jack left it at her apartment and never asked for it back so she stole it for the game tonight.

Throughout the game, she does notice that Jack glances at her a handful of times with a look of fury darkening his usually bright blue eyes. He sends glares at her when she cheers for the one goal he scored in the third period that secured the Devils the win.

An angry Jack has never scared her, but his anger has never been directed at her like it is right now. She’s either in for the worst night of her life after the horn blares when the game ends, or she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Like she usually does after a game, she meets up with the other wives and girlfriends in a lounge by the locker room. Kristen Haula is the first one to approach her.

“What’s with the Flyers jersey?” she questions.

“Needed to prove a point to Jack,” (Y/N) replies. “That’s all. I’m not jumping ship or anything. We just had a fight and he hasn’t spoken to me in like a week. I proved my point so next game I’ll be back in a Devils jersey.”

Before Kristen can reply, Jack marches through the doors and immediately scans the room. His hair is still dripping from his postgame shower and he looks very disheveled, like he rushed to get ready.

His eyes land on her and she presses her lips into a line. Jack takes large strides over to her so it doesn’t take him very long to cross the room.

“What the fuck is this?” he asks. “A Flyers jersey? A Travis Konecny jersey? Seriously?"

Kristen smiles and silently walks away while (Y/N)’s eyes remain on Jack. “What? You don’t like my new jersey?” she asks with innocence in her voice.

He bites his bottom lip as he thinks about his response. She gives him the smallest of smiles while the gears in his head turn. "I want you to take it off," Jack tells her.

"Oh, Jacky," she sighs. "You wouldn't want me to do that if you knew what I wasn't wearing underneath this jersey."

She watches his eyes darken. "Let's go," he says to her. "We're going to my apartment right now."

Her jaw drops and Jack grabs her wrist. "Who said I wanna go anywhere with you?" she asks as she tries to wrench her wrist out of his grasp. "You haven't talked to me in nearly a week, Jack."

Jack turns and faces her. "Wonder why," is all he says. She raises her eyebrows at him. "Let's go, (Y/N). We can talk at my apartment."

This time, she lets herself get pulled out of the Prudential Center and into Jack's car. Luckily she caught an Uber to the arena. A very small part of her figured she would be leaving with her boyfriend after the game.

Neither of them speak as Jack drives from the arena to his Hoboken apartment. Her eyes are on the passing buildings and cars. She feels Jack's hand on her thigh at one point but she doesn't react to it.

Yes, she was teasing him with the "if you knew what I wasn't wearing" comment. Yes, she hopes they'll fall into bed. Falling into bed isn't happening until they talk. She wants to know why Jack hasn't talked to her in five days before his dick comes anywhere near her.

It's a silent car ride and a silent ride up the elevator to Jack's place. She can still feel how annoyed Jack is by the fact that she wore the opposing team's jersey and still cheered for the Devils. She's annoyed too. She's annoyed because she had to wear the opposing team's jersey just to get his attention.

Jack opens the door to his apartment and walks inside. She follows him as he throws his suit jacket onto a coat hanger by the door. She shuts the door behind her and watches Jack unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.

"Why?" she asks before he turns around. "Why did it take me wearing a Flyers jersey before I got your attention?"

He runs his fingers through his hair before he turns to face her. "I was thinking," he admits to her. "I was worried that I'd say something that I'd regret. I didn't want to hurt you, so I waited and actually took some time to think."

"Think about what?"

"Think about us," he softly tells her. "I wasn't sure if I was ready to find out if you actually meant what you said during our fight."

Her words come rushing back to her.

I don't know if I'm ready for this kind of life is what she had said to him.

"What did you think I meant by those words?" she asks.

"That you weren't ready for a life with me," he replies.

Jack is a beautiful man, but sometimes the smarts aren't there. Too many pucks to the head from Luke and Quinn.

"Jack, I meant that I didn't think I was ready to be an NHL wife," she tells him. "Of course I'm ready for a life with you, but it's everything that comes along with you. The spotlight, the eyes. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that."

The look that forms on Jack's face could make (Y/N) laugh. His eyebrows are raised and his mouth forms a little 'o'. She presses her lips into a line to suppress a smile. "I am such a dumbass," he says after he processes what she said. "Jesus Christ."

She wraps her arms around his neck and finally lets out a laugh. "You're my dumbass though."

When she leans in to kiss him, Jack pushes her away.

"Nuh uh," he says when she looks up at him. "I am absolutely not kissing you while you have that ugly ass jersey on. Not happening, (Y/N)."

Her eyes fall to the Flyers logo on her chest like she just remembered that she has the jersey on.

She reaches down between them and grabs the bottom of the jersey. Slowly, she pulls the fabric over her head to slowly reveal to Jack that she's not wearing anything underneath the jersey.

When the jersey is over her head, her eyes land on Jack. His eyes are wide while he looks her up and down. “Fuck, (Y/N),” he groans. “You really know how to piss a guy off. Not only are you wearing a Flyers jersey, but you didn’t even wear anything underneath.”

“Had to get your attention somewhere, Jacky,” she tells him as she gets up onto her tiptoes to attach her lips to his neck. “Glad it worked.”

Jack leans down and picks her up by the back of her legs. She wraps herself around him and keeps kissing and nosing at the skin on his neck as he walks somewhere in the apartment.

When he drops her on the couch, (Y/N) looks up at Jack and asks, “What about Luke?”

“What about him?” Jack settles comfortably between her knees.

“Won’t he be home soon?”

“Told him to find somewhere else to stay unless he wanted to see something that would scar him for life,” Jack tells her. “He told me that he’ll be at Dawson’s for the night. Now let me show you what happens when you decide to wear a jersey other than mine to a game.”

Yeah. She’s totally fucked. Literally and figuratively.

Jack ravishes her lips as soon as the last word leaves his mouth. A soft moan comes from her throat before she can stop it. One of his hands cups one of her bare breasts and the other cups her jaw. She tries to roll her hips against his to get some friction on her core, but he quickly puts a stop to that.

“I don’t think so,” Jack mumbles against her lips as he pins her hips to the cushion beneath her. “Only good girls get to come quickly tonight. You weren’t a good girl with the stunt you pulled.”

“Guess you didn’t like my new jersey,” she gasps as her boyfriend attaches his lips to the sensitive skin on her neck. “Or was it the fact that there was a different name on my back?”

The nip she gets is the answer she was looking for. Jack was jealous that another player’s name was on her back instead of his. She revels in the realization since it has been five days and it took wearing the jersey for him to talk to her.

He slowly begins to kiss down her neck and chest. He makes sure to give both breasts some attention before moving further down her belly.

Her fingers find a home in his now dry hair. She adores how soft his hair feels when it has just dried after a shower.

Jack’s fingers hook in the waistband of the leggings she has on. He slowly pulls the thin fabric off her body and kisses her hipbone when it’s exposed. She sighs as her boyfriend strips her of her pants. She kicks her sneakers off so Jack can pull them completely off of her.

She lets her legs fall open while Jack throws the leggings somewhere on the floor. Her soaked underwear is on full display for him. She watches his tongue dart out at his view.

“Touch me before I touch myself, Jack,” she orders him.

He goes back to hovering over her. A hand lightly wraps around her throat and she looks up at him in surprise. “You will do no such thing if you want to come tonight,” he retorts.

(Y/N) bites her lip at his words. She can’t remember the last time he spoke to her like this, but she is loving every second of it.

His other hand snakes between them and into the thin fabric of her underwear. A gasp comes from her lips as his fingers easily run through her slick folds. She wraps her hands around his arm to keep herself present.

“Jack,” she whines.

He cups her pussy and she has to stifle a moan. “Who does this belong to?” he asks.

“You, baby,” (Y/N) quickly tells him. “It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”

Jack leans down and presses soft kisses to her cheek and jaw. “Good girl.” His words shoot straight down to her already pulsing core.

Without warning, Jack stands up and pulls her up. He gets her on her knees and leans her against the back of the couch with her chest pressed against the cushions. In the reflection of the glass cabinet that’s behind the couch, she can see Jack undressing behind her.

He twirls her hair into a makeshift pony and gets on his knees behind her. Jack’s lips are on her neck right under her ear. “Tell me who fucks you until you can’t speak,” he whispers.

His low voice causes the knot that has formed in her belly to tighten.

“You do, Jack,” she replies. Jack pulls on the makeshift pony until she’s looking straight up at the ceiling. A soft moan passes her lips. “You fuck me so good. Only you.”

“Yeah, I do,” Jack mumbles as he presses her into the cushions beneath her. He doesn’t release the pony.

With one hand, he manages to get her underwear off of her and onto the floor with both of their clothes. She feels his hard dick between her legs and had to resist the urge to grind against it.

Her legs are practically shaking as she waits for release.

He leans over her and kisses the back of her neck for a second before he slams into her. She cries out in surprise because that was the last thing she expected to happen.

“Fuck, Jack,” she breathes out as he lets her adjust to him. “Give a girl a little warning before you destroy her.”

She feels him smile and mumble, “We’ll see.”

This boy is going to be the death of her.

A minute passes before Jack begins to rock his hips into her. She bites her lip to try and keep herself from making an embarrassing noise.

Eventually, she gives up because she’s worried she’ll make her lip bleed with how hard she’s biting down on it.

(Y/N) begins to meet Jack’s hips with every thrusts. She lets out soft moans and whines every time they meet. He lifts one of her legs up onto the back of the couch so he can get a new angle on her.

She has to lean against Jack’s chest as he continues to fuck into her at the new angle. “This pussy was made for me,” Jack pants into her ear. He wraps his arms around her to keep her steady. “Feels so good around me.”

She wants to say something, but she’s so overwhelmed with pleasure that she can’t form any. All she does is let out a soft whine in reply.

“See? No one else can fuck you speechless like I can.”

The knot in the bottom of her belly tightens. She has to force herself to form words. “Jacky,” she whines. “Wanna come. Been a good girl for you. Please.”

Jack kisses the swell of her ear and grasps her breasts. “You only wear my name, baby,” he pants in her ear. “My number on your back. No one else’s.”

“No one else’s,” she agrees. “Can I come? Please?”

He hums and she clenches around him as soon as she has his permission. She loses her vision for a moment as she comes on Jack’s cock. His name echoes throughout the apartment as she hits her high.

She had no idea that Jack could be like this. Maybe she’ll have to mess with him if she’s going to see this side of her boyfriend. She’s pretty sure that she’s never had an orgasm this intense in her entire life.

Without realizing because of how hard her orgasm hit her, Jack comes inside of her and slouches against her when he comes down from his own high.

When she comes to, she’s lying on her back on the couch and Jack is wiping her with a wet cloth. His boxers are on the lower half of his lower body and she pouts.

“Was that okay?” Jack asks before she can say anything. “I might’ve gotten a little carried away.”

She shakes her head and says, “It was perfect. It was more than okay. You were jealous.”

Jack laughs and shakes his head. “Maybe a little,” he admits. “I don’t like it when you wear other players’ jerseys.”

“Maybe talk to me next time and I won’t have to,” she teases. Jack rolls his eyes. “Anyway, can we go to bed? I wanna get your dick in my mouth and apologize in my own way.”

She’s surprised with how quickly Jack picks her up and whisks her off to his bedroom after that.

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Warning: Breeding kink

Ok so I think be rawed in private and not able to sit down for a week. Because I have a breeding kink only for that man. Steve Harrington should be fucking you raw and he should be fucking you raw often (use protection, kids, this is fantasy).

Ugh and him being vocal about it while he does it???

“You feel so good inside, baby. It’s so much better to feel you. And knowing my cum’s gonna fill you up till you’re soooo fucking full? Fuck.”

He wants you swollen with him. Wants to marathon fuck until you can’t walk but also you’re just dripping with his cum.

When there’s no more room inside you he fucks your thighs and cums all over the stuffed entrance of your sticky, messy pussy. You’re wet with tears and your own slick and his spend and you blink up at him stupidly, adoringly.

Steve gazes down at you, looking exhausted and spent and brilliantly satisfied at your totally disheveled appearance.

“You did so good, baby. Took it so well,” he hums at you. You give him a tired smile but gasp when his fingers swirl in the cum gathered at your entrance. “Shhh, I know. Just gotta keep it inside. That’s it, sweet girl.”

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Nest (P! Philza X Reader)

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Requested: Day 9 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

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I just got out of college, and all I wanted to do was log onto the DSMP server and join the first VC that had someone in it. Funnily enough, it was Phil. “Hi Dadza!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” He laughed.

“No, I just go out. Where are you?” I asked running around in circles. “I would like to bug you.”

“Why?” He said, sending his coordinates through chat. “Don’t you have a life, mate?”

“No, no I do not. I am a Minecraft player. Of course, I don’t have a life,” I joked. “I do have questions for you though.” “I am not helping you with any homework,” He said, leaving no room to argue.

“You can help them,” a voice in the background said, and I immediately recognized it as Kristen.

“Yes, back me up Mumza!” I cheered. “Ok, for real though, do you have a nest?”

“You mean my house? I have the one by Techno,” he responded.

“No, I mean, you’re a bird,” I explained, “you should have a nest.”

“My house is my nest I guess,” He said confused.

“But that’s not a nest!” I exclaimed. “Houses are for humans, not birds.”

“Mate, I am a hybrid,” He laughed again. 

“That’s still a bird!”

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Pairings: tommyinnit x GN!reader

Summary: you model for Tom's merch and people go crazy over the pictures.

Warnings: none just cuteness

Type: fluff 🧸

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It was just a normal Saturday when you gota text from you're boyfriend, which wasn't unusual because he usually didn't have any plans on Saturday

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When you got there he surprised you with a jacket and a hoodie " wow tom these look great " you reply. "Really you think so?" "Of course I do" you say hugging him. No one understands how much you love him. "So I was wondering would you like to model these on the website for me? Then maybe we could take some pics in the park ?" Tom asks excitedly. "That's what you called me here for?" You say fake rolling you're eyes. You can see tom get a bit upset " I mean I thought you would have liked this" he asks confused. "Omg tom baby ofc I love this I'm so happy you picked me" you say smiling while pulling him into a big hug. "Ok good cos I was worried haha". TIME SKIP YALL. After the photo shoot and him hyping you up, you decided to get some pics sround Brighton and post them on Instagram.

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Tommyinnit: @whos_yn i said I would never post sappy shit like this but oh well anyways buy my merch

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Ph1lza: Kristen started a yn fan club

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Animal Farm by George Orwell

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That´s bad, like really really bad

-strictly platonic

-The reader is around Tommy’s age (18)

-Pronouns: they/them (if one does slip through please let me know I will change this immediately)

-siblings age; George:13, Charlott:11, Louise:7

-TW: murder, talk about murder, death, sadness, anxiety, pressure, arguing, major character death, death of the queen, death of royals, pressure on young adult, double murder, quadruple death, cursing,

-Disclaimer: What I have written here is not true, it is purely fictional I don´t know what actually happened in the castle walls, I wrote that down to make a plot point, not as anything else. I also don´t own any people in this story just the plotline at least a little bit. Please do not take this seriously this is just fanfiction. I also don´t hope for anything like this to happen soon!

-I also haven’t been watching Tommy´s streams in a bit so my knowledge of his streaming are a little old. Sorry ´bout that!

-I also haven’t got a clue on how court cases work, but because a case can take up way to long I had to make it a little bit shorter

Part 1 – Part 2 – You are here – In the making :) –

“Good morning! Welcome back to RoyalNewsNetwork(RNN) with the most shocking news of the week. The video of an argument between two people has caused anger, fear, and confusion between the people all over Great Britain and outside of the borders. Who could we be speaking of other than Prince Charles and his grandchild (Y/N)? In the video, we can see that the argument started with Charles screaming at another person outside the frame when (Y/N) stepped in to tell their grandfather that he shouldn’t scream at someone who was taking care of his grandchildren, Charlott, George, and Louise. The most shocking scene that was shown in the video was that (Y/N) has screamed at Prince Charles that it was indeed his fault for Lady Diana’s death. They also accused him of the earlier airplane incident that had killed their parents. The other royals and the Queen herself have not given any statement about the accusations yet, but we will report it to you as soon as something new comes up about the royal drama. ... ... ... oh, the user under the name of theGnome who was the publisher of the first video has just uploaded another one let´s look at it together.”  The news reporter that was on the screen was replaced by a dark lit room with a lot of paper rolls and rows upon rows of even older books.

Tommy was intensely staring at the screen of his TV that was hanging on the wall. The things that (Y/N) explained the night before were now just like a movie playing in front of him before swiftly cutting off at the end.

“Hold on a minute, I hope I misheard that, did he say poison the Queen? Like his own mother? If he were to do that then he would definitely be taking the throne.” Take his mother’s life? For the throne, that wouldn´t make the public like him more. They would just like him even less.

Tommy was just staring at the screen in front of him thinking about all the information that was given to him by you and the news reporter.

*calling noise*

Tommy looked at his phone that was laying on the table besides him, it was just Wilbur. So he picked up.

“Wil? What´s up? Why are you calling me you never call unless something is really bad.” Tommy said as he answered the phone.

“Yeah, I know but I have gotten better with calling places, what I actually wanted to know did you just see the new video that thegnome posted?” Wilbur asked with a hint of hurry in his voice.

“Ehm yes, I have the news on and they just showed the second video too. They were talking about everything and then they showed it. Why?” Tommy explained to Wilbur who was huffing around like he was running somewhere.

“Also are you okay? You sound as if you are running somewhere?”

“I´m fine. Just ran back from the train station it´s raining and I forgot my umbrella. Have you heard anything from (Y/N) personally the last few days? I tried to text them over discord but they aren’t replaying.” He exclaimed as he ran through the people who all had their umbrellas with them.

“Kind of? I´m not allowed to talk about it but I have been in contact with them and they are okay. That´s at least what they are saying to me. I´m sure they are sad and angry about the death of their parents but everyone would be if they stood so close with them. They did say that they are now going to stay with the Queen until their siblings have settled in enough.”

“That´s.. good?” Wilbur wasn’t sure what it was exactly but he could understand how the siblings must feel about the whole death situation.

“Well, the train is coming already so we´ll have to do this quick. Tell them that I´m worried for them okay? We all are but that’s not the important part right now. Another thing, tell them to look on their phone I´m sure it´s already blowing up from Kristin and Phil they are really hoping to get a text back but don’t tell them I told you okay?!” Will was talking way too fast for Tommy to keep up with everything.

“Okay, bye make sure you don´t get a cold or something alright? And I won’t forget to tell them you can count on me!” they both said their goodbyes with the promise to talk later again.

*wrm-wrm-wrm*

(Y/N): I´m sorry, as soon as I can text you again I will.

          Here are the numbers of the others just tell them that I gave you their number.

          They are both in the palace with me. And tell the others that I am fine.

Tommy´s confusion grew when he got the texts from (Y/N) why couldn’t they text with him anymore? Are those Anna and James numbers? Do they even know that he is on their side?

“Breaking news! There will be an active investigation against Prince Charles, this was chosen in a videoconference held by her majesty the Queen. `The investigation will take the next few days and in that time every contact with a royal that is linked to it will be prohibited, this includes texts, calls, or even talking in person. The staff is also prohibited from talking to them and the tours around the palace will also be stopped for that time. They will be continued at a later time when the investigation is over.´ that broadcast came live from the queen herself, so make sure to call the reception if you indeed already got your tick-“

Tommy turned the TV off. That was enough bad news for one morning he decided.

He turned back to his phone that was still in his hand. `I should probably get to texting the numbers before even more restrictions start to appear.´

He dialed the first number and send them a quick text.

Tommy: Hello?

?: Hello? Who is this?

Tommy: I´m Tommy, (Y/N) gave me this number? I was supposed to text it.

?: Alright! I´m Anna, I´m taking care of the siblings.

Tommy: so you are the Nanny that they told me about? Perhaps you know this number as well?

He quickly sends over the second number after copying and pasting it into the chat.

Anna: ehm.. no sorry. But it could be James, a friend of the Family.

Tommy: I´m gonna make a group with all three of us. So it will be easier to be sending around information alright?

Anna: Yeah of course!

He quickly made the new group with all three of them.

Anna: Hello, this is Anna.

?: This is James, who is the other number?

Tommy: I´m Tommy, (Y/N) gave me both your numbers so we can stay in touch whilst they are under investigation.

James: Alright, if they trust you to give you both our numbers then that means that they are also going to be phone dead.

Anna: Yeah, they are just allowed to talk to their siblings because the other three are too young to handle them leaving as well. I don´t like how isolated they are without any type of connection to the outside world.

James: Yes, their mental health will be damaged a bit. I just hope they can recover fast enough.

Tommy: So, the siblings are they allowed to go around on their own, or are they also under constant watch?

Anna: we are all under constant watch, just because they are the siblings.

James: That should be forbidden, they should be allowed to be outside on their own!

Anna: Yes, I am currently hiding on the toilet so the two are under watch by the guards.

Someone just knocked on the door, they asked what was taking me so long. So I´ll be going now. I hope to see and hear you both soon!

Tommy: Bye Anna!

James: Stay safe!

With that their conversation came to a close, Tommy didn´t fully realize what he had gotten himself into now. He just wanted to watch out for his friend that is now under investigation and also on house arrest so they can clear their name and also get their grandfather out of the line of the throne.

He was imagining it if he was in that position, what would he have done, would he ever have the guts to speak to his grandfather like that? Would his parents tragically die in a plane crash and him having to take care of his little siblings whilst also getting dangerously close to getting the throne.

Maybe there was something that he could do to help (Y/N) after all, something they talked about not only in their letter but also in the conversation that he just had with Anna and James. If all three of the siblings aren’t allowed to contact any outside force then he just had to go around the rules and find a loophole.

So what solution he came up with after thinking about it for a few hours that he spent texting Phil and Kristin but also Wilbur, he decided that he was going to stream.

*Piep-Piep-Piep*

(Y/N) looked over at their pc as the guard was watching their phone with them.

“Did you get a message from an outside number?” one of the guards asked them, they introduced each other at the beginning of the day but they were too tired to remember and too anxious to ask again.

“Not really, that was the sound for when one of my friends is streaming, I turned it on to get notified when they do normally I would join them but you already told me three thousand times that I am not allowed to communicate with them, which means I can still watch them play games!” I walked over to my pc clicking on the notification and saw that it was Tommy that was streaming.

What a clever boy.

“You are not allowed to text in the chat you are aware of that, yes?” the one at the door said. I liked him even less than the one that was always at my side, he at least, understood that I didn´t want to be talking about not communicating with my friends.

It always felt like he was mocking me like he was showing off that he got to go home and I only got to spend time with people I didn’t know and didn’t want to be near.

“I am aware yes, but other than you I have friends with a bit of brain that is smart enough to make me happy even without talking to each other.” That might have come over a bit too rude, I could see him gripping his hands as if he was making them so he can punch me.

The other one just sat beside me again, his face was twisted into a light anxious look as I could see that he was looking between both of us.

“Well, who is that anyway? I never saw that guy before in my entire life, and I should know because I know everyone popular amongst the public!” It was then that I understood, either he was the good cop and the other one the bad cop or he was just stupid enough to not be the cold heartless person he was made into.

“471, we are not here to humor this royal we are only here to watch over it.” The door guy said with a small smile on his face, the only problem with his little game? Two can play it, so whilst the one besides me was looking over to the big guy I came up with a little comeback for him.

“Yeah, listen to the little princess that is standing by the door trying to look intimidating but would probably be better if she was wearing pink.” I didn’t turn around to look at the mad guy in front of the only normal exit to my room.

“What did you just call me?” he said in a low and controlled tone.

“What are your ears already bad as well? Do I need to repeat myself? Or do you maybe want me to talk slower so you can understand me better?” I retorted back to him making the atmosphere even thicker than it already was.

Both of them looked at me and didn’t say anything else, I knew that they had gone under serious training and that they weren��t even allowed to show any type of emotion towards me or anyone else. Yet I still felt isolated and frustrated at everything.

I know that it wasn’t their fault and that they were just doing their job. I just didn’t have any type of privacy or time for just myself-I wasn’t even allowed to be alone when I was sleeping they were just always there, not even my siblings were allowed to be alone which just made me more furious.

They are just children, I can understand why I was treated like a prisoner but they weren’t in the video, they didn’t even have enough brain cells to understand why they weren’t allowed to go outside anymore.

“I´m sorry. I know that you are just doing your job but you also need to understand where I am coming from.” I said as I was starting up Twitch getting on the stream that Tommy was holding right now.

“We understand your side to this too but what you said hit very deep. You are also prohibited from using headphones you know that right? It´s because he could give you information that we couldn’t hear so if you are listening to him it has to be without headphones.” The guy at the door said again.

I was becoming more and more agitated, now I couldn’t even listen to my friends without having someone watch me the whole time, well the only difference to my normal day is that the person is standing in my room.

“I´m aware yes. I did everything that I had to and that I could do.”

The chat was just waiting for Tommy to actually start the stream but was stopped by the starting soon screen that he had.

“How long do you think it will take?” the guy beside me asked as he was staring at the screen in front of us.

“Normally about a few minutes and then he does his little intro, he has a little cola can and the fairy fountain song remix from The Legend of Zelda. It´s funny how he opens it just to the beat of it.” I answered whilst also taking out my switch to start playing a little whilst we wait for him to start.

“I meant the investigation, not the stream.” He looked at me in dismay, I looked over to him and saw his face a little too close for my liking so I backed away a little and made an o shape with my mouth.

“Oh, I dunno depends on how fast they can work and how fast they can find the things they need. Why, are you new? Don´t have enough training yet and they still gave you me to watch over?” my face went from the little o shape to a small smile that stayed there.

“No! I was just wondering because I never worked in a situation like this! This is quite the big case after all, so I couldn’t even think of something like this happening especially not with the royal family as the main target.” He was slowly breaking his tough-guy persona even though it was trained into him so he wasn’t able to tell too much information to the wrong people.

“You need to stop speaking, we aren’t allowed to give out information to others outside our unit.” The tough guy from the door chimed in again after the first one spoke up.

“Oh let him be, I´d love some information about what’s going on outside right now. I wonder how the public reacted to those videos? Did you see them already?” I said sarcastically, looking over at him.

“Do you guys have hobbies? I could imagine you not having one” I was still looking at him then over at the other guy who had noticed that I had backed off from him sitting besides me “but you kind of seem like someone who would go outside with his dog and be an extrovert with his friends. I couldn’t imagine that you would do this as your job if I were to have met you outside of the palace.” I finished my sentence by looking over at him.

His face contorted into one of guilt as if he had something or someone before that he had lost. Something that he wasn’t thinking about whilst he worked but once the work was done he couldn’t stop.

“I see, I´m sorry if I hit a sore spot there. Look I know how it is to lose someone very important to one and I am sure that it is not easy to process or talk about but do you know how I work over something like that?” he looked at me like I was just the next Jesus, speaking the words of God and knowing everything, despite me sitting in my PJ and waiting for my friend to start a stream that I am only allowed to watch but don’t get any talk in.

“I do something else, like homework, take care of my siblings with Anna, play video games, and also watch my friends as they have fun without me physically being there. It sounds weird but it helps until I remember why I was doing it.” I now looked down at my console that was laying in my hands then back up at the screen Tommy was going to be on there any minute now.

I was betting on it the smaller one besides me looked at me then back to the screen.

“I don’t want to talk about it either, it’s a hard thing to do. So let’s just concentrate on your friend that is supposed to be very entertaining. Even though he probably isn’t that interesting.”

I looked over at him whilst slowly squinting my eyes at him. The only reason for me to not start another argument was that Tommy appears on his stream and started to talk to Chat.

“Hello chat! How is everyone today? I am doing really well! But Chat have you seen the news about the royals?” he exclaimed with so much energy that I couldn’t even muster if I drank 3 energy drinks.

After he saw that some of chat didn’t know what was going on he explained the whole situation, or at least what was on the news. He couldn’t let it out that I  was sending him everything before the investigation started.

Not only did he explain the story but he also showed the videos on his stream to show he wasn’t lying. Which seemed to bring in the interest of both my guards, as it seems that they haven’t seen any of the videos that Charlott and George uploaded.

“Well, those are definitely big accusations against the Prince.” The one at the door said after coming over when the first video started to play.

“Yeah, but that also caused me to be in this situation so I should have just kept my mouth shut.” I answered as I kept on playing my video game. Not looking up.

“Still, sometimes you have to be courageous to get the result that is right.” The younger one said.

“Because of this, they aren’t allowed to communicate with anyone outside of the palace, not even with the staff that works there. So I have decided that if they aren’t allowed to speak I  could at least stream for them and you are there too but it’s mainly for them and their siblings so they can just forget about the stress that is going on right now. Let me just see if they are actually watching right now.. THEY ARE HELLO!!!!!!! HI!!!!!!! HOW ARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU ARE DOING GOOD! I don’t know how long you have been watching and I am sure that you aren’t even allowed to say something in chat but I will take this time to play games so you and chat can watch and relax! Well as much as relaxing can work in my streams! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Tommy was fully back into his element at that point, his Internet persona going at full speed just like everyone knew of him.

“He talks a lot, does he even breathe or?” the older one said he was now standing behind me just staring at the stream.

“Well he does breathe but the first time you meet him you aren’t going to like him that’s just how it works. He is a really nice person though and he doesn’t mean any harm.” I answered as I turned down the volume a bit.

He streamed for a while, playing Minecraft but also playing Geogesser with Wilbur who beat him every time. At some point I had gotten ready for bed, seeing as it was already late.

“Well I´m off to bed, do you want to keep watching or do you want me to turn off my pc?” I looked at where the other two sat, I had mustered up the courage to ask for names again after the older one sat down when Tommy started to play Geogesser with Wilbur which was around two and a half hours into the stream.

“You should turn it off so he knows that he can stop doing this. The old guy said funny coincidence his name was Thomas. He didn’t look like one but maybe he did when his mother looked at him when he was born.

“Alright. But that doesn’t mean that he will stop just because I won’t be there. There are others that are also watching.” I said after I closed the site and also turned off my pc.

I got over to my bed as the other two went to the door, they weren’t allowed to sleep in the same room as me but had to sleep right in front of it.

The next few days flew by like it was nothing, if you get used to something it will just happen faster than anticipated. Tommy didn’t stream every day but I still had Phil stream every second day so it was easier to cope, I told Thomas, who we aren’t allowed to call Tommy, and Micke, who actually called Micheal, who my other friends are, and what they do for a living.

It was a Sunday afternoon around the time I would go and get an afternoon snack. When a woman walked in who was looking worse than Thomas. With that I mean she didn’t even have a wrinkle on her jacket.

She just knocked once, the other two sprung up like they were sitting on needles and pushed away from the chairs they were just sitting on.

“Yeah?” I said so that the person could come in thinking that it might be funny, but when I saw her my smile quickly went away again. I understood why the others were so stressed when they heard the knock.

“Hello?” I asked perplexed, I stood up and walked over to her as she was just standing behind my door after she closed it.  

“I heard from the lead investigator that they found everything that they need for the judge, the case will be in session tomorrow at 9am in the central courtroom, you will of course be escorted there by these too.” She looked over at Thomas and Micke.

“As for your siblings, they are there too but will be in a separate room with their nanny, Anna. The court session will also be live broadcasted on TV so the public can see everything and nothing is behind closed doors as per the request of the Queen herself and the Law of the crown court.” She stated matter of factly.

“If the investigators have everything they need am I allowed to walk around and speak freely with everyone again or is that still prohibited ms..” I didn’t know her name how unprofessional.

“Ms.Obrut, and no. You are still prohibited from outside contact until the court case is over. I will take my leave so I wish you a nice night and hopefully a good ending to this case. Farewell.” she turned around to walk back outside.

“To you too..” I squeezed in before the door closed fully. Letting out a breath that they have been holding Thomas and Micke´s image decreased from the one they just held for the duration of her visit.

“Thank god that she knocks, imagine if we were sitting down when she came in.” Micke was shaking with fear from the thought and yet even Thomas was not looking better when he imagined the things that would have happened to them.

“I guess we have a court case tomorrow then. Still, I have no permission to talk to my friends or other family members. Not that they even tried to contact me. I know that they are allowed to walk around outside and have their normal lives undisturbed.” I was getting disappointed by the lack of contact from my other family members, even fans still tried to send in messages even with the knowledge that I wouldn’t be able to answer.

“At last this will be over and we all can get back to normal working and living structure!” Micke tried to cheer everyone up from Ms.Obrut´s visit a few moments earlier.

“Yeah, as long as it goes in the right direction that wouldn’t be a problem. Yet when they rule in the favour of Charles I don’t know what will happen to me or my siblings, things would just get worse and worse.” I started to think about the future that wouldn’t be so kind for me with this big of a deal.

“What if they rule in your favor though, what would happen then? Imagine the things you want not the things that you don’t.” Thomas sometimes could have very inspirational quotes in his head and let them out at the right time.

“Thank you, Thomas.” With that the conversation came to a close, we went to bed early seeing as we all had to get up earlier than usual with the court case waiting for us.

The following morning I knew that I should have taken melatonin, I felt like I had barely gotten any sleep. Thomas and Micke both looked like they normally do, well dressed and ready to watch over me again.

The whole time that we were in the car I could see that the public knew what was going to happen and they made it clear with who they stood. There were posters of Princess Diana in windows, others had Charles as their decoration.

Still, every flag that I saw was flying at half-mast, showing they are also mourning with us which made me feel a little better knowing that I and the others weren’t alone in this.

“You ready for this or are you too anxious for it to start?” Micke asked as we were going into the garage of the crown court, a special court that was not very nice to its accused, or at least that’s what people told about it.

They only judge over prison cases and special events, I guess this is a special event that has happened. Even though I wouldn’t be mad if he went into jail for a few months.

“Both, I mean on one side I still like my grandfather he did a lot for us when I was younger and he is a nice guy but on the other side, he still killed my grandmother and maybe even my parents. I could never forgive him for that even when the other three do. In the end, I just want to be able to go outside like before again, but I don’t know if I will ever be able to again.”

“Mmh.”  Came the response of Thomas. I kept on looking outside whilst we made our way over to the old Bailey. A very beautiful building, with a statue that is supposed to symbolize justice on top of it.

As we pulled up into the driveway and into the garage I could for the first time not hear any cameras and people screaming for me. It was a new experience but I knew that this would soon change, once I get out of here again with the others.

Once inside the people who worked there were not even talking to me only to Thomas. I was also only led by both of them with the occasional stop to look at the incredible architecture of the walls, grounds and even the ceiling was staggering.

At the time we were in the room where I was to wait for my time to show up in the big hall, Micke started to talk again.

“They just announced that they will be live broadcasting this, even on the televeision!” he seemed to be way too excited for something like this, I guess if you never had this kind of attention before you were going to be when it did happen.

“Of course they are Micke. Didn’t you hear the news when this whole thing started? Mrs.Obrut said that because the Queen was demanding it to be like this, even though it is a law since 2020.” Thomas replied in an almost matching tone as him.

So it was just the nerf´s getting to them, soon after the door opened again and another staff member came in with a clipboard in hand. She walked over to me as I was sitting at the table on the side of the room.

(Sorry to do this but I really don’t want to go into in-depth about how this whole court thing is going to go but here have a picture to make it easier for you and me. It´s probably not going to be accurate but I have absolutely no ideas how courts work and am basing this on what I was in movies and what I read, I also really want to get to another point so this will hopefully not be so long. This picture is from Google so I have absolutely no idea who Damilolas´s parents are.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/cbbcnews/hi/find_out/guides/uk/damilola_trial/newsid_1809000/1809364.stm

“Hello, I am just going to tell you where you have to go when you walk in. So that everything goes as smoothly as possible and we aren’t here forever alright?” she sat down before me. I nodded to her question not knowing if I should speak or if I should not.

“You can talk normally with me, I am allowed to talk with you and answer your questions as I see fit.” She turned the board around so that I could see it more clearly.

Both Micke and Thomas were now standing behind me looking at what she was showing off.

“Where are the others going to sit?” I questioned her as she was the one that told me to talk.

“Your family is not going to be in the same room, except maybe her majesty and Prince Charles. Your siblings and their Nanny will be staying in the next room to this. So they will not even be in there, sorry.” She explained to me.

“Ehm.. thank you? I meant these too.” I pointed at the men that were standing behind me and straightened up when I mentioned them.

“Oh, yes of course! They are going to bring you in from the left side so between the Jury and the press. Then you will go over to the other side of the room into the witness entry. Prince Charles will sit in the middle of the prosecution lawyer and the boy a. There where no number is. Your guards will be waiting at the entry of the witness where you will also be escorted back outside after you have finished your side of the story. You will then be bought back into this room back from the other side of the curtain. So you do not have to walk by the press again. That’s basically it and remember that this will be a live podcast.” She revealed to us.

“Wait- I-I forgot what we have to do and what she does! That was way too much information that I have to go through in that small amount of time!” Mickey blurted out as he was trying his best to make the dots of what the woman in front of us had just explained connect.

“Micheal. We just walk at the side of them and then we go and stand at the curtain. Wait for them to explain everything and then we go to the other side of the curtain to walk out that door with them back to this room where we will be waiting for the Judge to make the decision and then we will see what will be happening then.” Thomas said in a very calm and collected voice.

At least one of them is calm and collected right now. I guess my worries from earlier were unjustified.

“Alright then. How long do we still have until this whole thing happens?” I inquired after listening to the men behind me talk a little to make sure that  Micke was also calming down.

“In around 3 to five minutes. I will be here with you all in that time to make sure that you will all find the way there.” she was really good at her job. It´s not often that you have people in this environment that are calm when I talk to them, I guess she is just hiding it or it might not even bother her anymore.

Sometimes we had paparazzi and interviewers who were just really nervous to speak to anybody especially one of us.

The minutes were more like seconds, exactly the opposite of what I was expecting. Just like the woman had explained we walked right in front of the door. I could hear the murmurs of people right besides the door. Talking about whatever the person before me had already stated.

“On your right side will be the paparazzi’s so it would be best if you were to not look at them so you can concentrate on your way there. I will be at the other door, behind the curtain so remember to go out that way and not on this door alright?” she said again.

She went to leave and Thomas went to stand on the right side, Micke on the left. I guess it was to shield me from the flashes and talking that was definitely going to happen in a few seconds.

I could hear the next witness being called. That was my cue to walk in with the two. I kept staring straight, even when the door opened and the cameras started to flash. I held my head high like I was already walking out knowing what I did was the right thing.

Walking, only walking, that was the only thing that was important right now. To the curtain, open the curtain, send a small nod to Thomas and Micke, and walk again, up to the witness stand behind it. Look at a point where there were no cameras, the spot where the Queen was is not a good thing to look at. The wall behind her is or even better Thomas and Micke that were standing in front of it.

“You are (Y/N) of Cambridge second in Line for the Throne of great Brittain, your relation to the accused, Prince Charles of Wales second in Line of the Throne of Great Brittain. Everything has to be the truth or you will be punished and everything you say can and will be used against you if necessary in this case. To make sure that the witnesses and the accused are not lying it is necessary for this court to be connected to a lie detector. Do you understand and agree to these terms?” the judge said after I had arrived at the stand.

“Yes.” I exclaimed into the microphone, the word halling around the room because of the speakers. I could imagine saying that was a hard thing to do especially with all the eyes and cameras on you. The clerk came over and put everything in to start the lie detector

“I will now tell you what happened and then you will tell us your side of the story and everything  that you know.” They rambled off. I tried not to look around the room but the walls were full of paintings, Books and exquisite wood carvings that seem to be very old. The two people that have to record and do the writing for this case really had me astonished that they would have to write down every single word. Even if it was on a computer.

“Do you have any questions about this or are you able to now explain your side of the story for us?” they probed.

I started to tell everything from what my parents found and told me to the time when I woke up and was told that they had both died. Even the part where I filmed the video of Charles and the other guy in the basement searching for the roll. The only thing I left out was to who I sent the videos.

To my surprise, the roll that I was talking about was lying on the table and was given to me by the clerk who was sitting beside me.

“This is the scroll that he was searching for and the one that my father showed me when my parents told me what happened.” The Judge looked down at the clerk who was overlooking that the lie detector was working correctly. It seems like they only had the clerk to show if it was true or not.  

“Very well, is that all that you know, or do you have any other information that is important to this case?”

“No.”

“Alright then you may leave and we will call in the next witness.”

I nodded, the clerk came back up to me and got to take off the device.

Now back behind the curtain and walk. Walk. Walk. Right until the door then get the other two and open the door and get out.

“You did well.” A woman’s voice said.

It was the woman from before she was here just like she said. Micke and Thomas were still standing behind me. We all went back into a new room where I saw a few other people sitting, some staff members that I saw once or twice around the palace.

There were a few toys lying around. Paper and crayons, were on the table together with two mugs and three glasses. They were all used or still filled. At the end of the Table, there were cups and glasses turned upside down showing that they weren’t used yet.

“Aren’t we supposed to go back to the other room? The one we were in beforehand?” Thomas clarified. I looked over at the woman that was now just standing by the door after letting us in.

“Yes, but your siblings asked the Judge if you all could be in a room once you are finished. They argued a little with them but the idea that you already were on TV and that they would be watching what you said was good enough to let the idea pass.” She stated after the questions.

We walked further in and saw that all three with both Anna and James were sitting in front of the TV watching what was just live broadcasted from inside the Room. I could still see myself on the podium talking about the accusation.

“Do I really sound and look like that when I am on TV?” I stated. With my sentence, five heads turned to me and then to the people behind me.

“(Y/N)!” six feet quickly got out of the hold of Anna and James who were looking at Thomas and Micke.

They started to ramble on and on about how I was looking cool and that there was only one person left before the verdict and the final word came from the Judge.

James and Anna both started a light conversation with Thomas and Micke before we all went to sit down around the room to wait for the final word.

The woman had left without even one of us noticing, I guess she had other budy things to do other than being with us.

“Shhhhh!!!!!! The final verdict is here they just had their little talk, Anna!” Charlote exclaimed in an anticipated voice, just like that, the happy feeling that surrounded us had left. Everyone was looking at the screen, not just us, maybe even the whole of England.

I was sure that Tommy and the others were watching this so there was definitely someone in America that was interested in this whole ordeal.

“The Jury and I, the Judge of Old Bailey and thus the Central Criminal Court of England and Wales.” I hate how Judges always have to make such a long break, it´s like they just want to do it to give us heart problems because we can´t wait for the answer.

“Have decided that Prince Charles will face imprisonment in the state prison for life without the possibility of parole,” there was a big breath taken in by someone behind us as we four didn’t yet realize what the judge had said. It sounded like it came from Anna or maybe even Micke they have a similar body frame.

“Seeing as his actions have willfully killed three people and hurt thousands of others. The lie detector has also shown that 80% of the things he had said in the trial were indeed a lie.” Arms wrapped themselves around me as the information started to make sense in my head.

So I was right with my hunch that he was the murderer behind both my parents. More and More arms wrapped themself around me as water started to form in my eyes.

“This also means that his title of next in line will be taken and given to the next in line of the throne. Wich is (Y/N) of Cambridge now first in line for the throne of Great Brittain. With this verdict, the public is now allowed back inside the palace for tours and everyone that was under investigation is now allowed to resume the normal daily activity again.”

He kept talking for a while but I just sat there in this big group hug. I felt vulnerable, so very vulnerable my siblings were crying with me and I didn’t know if it was because they were happy that they could now go back to their lives or because we wouldn’t have to live together with the murderer of our parents.

We sat there for a few more minutes until the broadcast was over and we all had our emotions in check.

With that verdict, a lot happened. I had to say goodbye to Micke and Thomas, even though I didn’t really like them I felt a little guilty about how our weeks together had started.

“I´m sorry that I had treated you like that in the beginning, that was not very nice of me and I understand that. Yet I hope to see both of you again someday! You are very nice people to be around with.” I said as we parted was right outside the door that we walked in together.

“Yeah, just make sure that you don´t get seen when you leave alright? So don’t go out from the front, just go outside from the garage like we came in from.” Micke tried to keep in the feelings that he now had to suppress again.

“We will don’t worry. We also won’t be in a car crash on our way home, I´ll drive this time.” I looked at Thomas who wanted to say the same thing.

We parted ways and went into the back entrance so we could avoid the cameras and fans that were standing at the front entrance.

Our way home was filled with happy talking and a slight argument beforehand between me and James, he just didn’t want me to drive which makes no sense at all, I am a great driver yet I understand that in all the ecstatic feelings I could get distracted.

So I let the actual driver of the car drive us back home. This time all of us were in the same car.

I didn’t even see what happened to Charles or Camilla, but I bet she divorced him even though what he did was purely for her and him to be together.

Once we arrived back at Buckingham Palace, our home, we spend the time eating and just telling what happened to all of us whilst we weren’t allowed to see each other.

“Hey (Y/N), we put a smiley face on the account so that it shows to the public that we are happy now. Thank you for not telling the Jury about our account. We already got a lot of likes on it again.” George said in the middle of dinner.

“No worries. I wouldn’t tell a soul, still, I don’t know how that lie got through the detector..” I retorted to him.

After we all spend our time eating and being happy that everything was back to a little bit more normal I went over to my pc and thought about what I could do now.

I should probably read all the missed messages that my friends left me and reply to them, maybe even join a discord call if one of them is online.

As I waited for my pc to load up discord, I patiently looked at my phone. I opened the messenger on there and started to reply to the concerned texts that I had gotten over it.

I put my phone down after hearing the call sound coming from my headphones. I looked at the caller and was not surprised that the first thing I see is Tommy calling me.

“It´s been a little bit hasn’t it Tommy?” I answered the call.

“It sure has! I am streaming btw! I watched on TV what had happened in court. How are you feeling? Is everything better or worse than relief? I´m here now so you don’t have to worry anymore are you going to come on the SMP so we can all have a little bit of time to play Minecraft together again? The others are in VC2 so you could just come over if you want to you don’t have to but they are also happy that you are okay now!” just like I remembered him. It felt good to have a little bit of normality back in your life after all this.

“Sure, I´ll come to VC2. I can tell you there how it was for me this whole time.” I said after coming over how fast and loud he talks even when I already had his volume turned down.

“Okay! See you in a second!” he left to go and get into the other VC as I also started up my Minecraft to play on the SMP with the others.

Aa I joined the call there was a lot of noise going on it felt like everybody was talking at once. Wilbur and Tommy were arguing whilst Phil and Techno had their own conversation at the side.

“Hey guys. What are we talking about?” I said nonchalantly as if nothing ever happened in the first place. They turned around to face me as everything got quiet. I made my Minecraft character look at them as Tommy immediately came over to me to punch me in a friendly way.

“Wilbur said that I couldn’t build straight down because I would die and, even though I know that it´s not a good idea I told him that I definitely would be quick enough to react if lava or anything else had been attacking me!” Tommy explained immediately as the other three came over to both of us.

“(Y/N)!!” came a chorus of different voices. They all came over, running and punching the air in front of them with Wilbur jumping. It felt very good to be able to talk to all of them again.

“Hahahaha- I surely missed all of you as well! It was really hard not to go into Chat and write with you but there were people watching me the whole time. So I didn’t really have a choice.” I told them as I started jumping with them as well.

“It did make me feel ecstatic when I saw the notification for when one of you went life! It made me feel better in here!”

“I think I speak for every one of us when I say that we all saw the court case on Tv or at least some clips of it already.” Wilbur looked over at Techno.

“Hey, don’t look at me I was forced to watch it together with my parents. Who are also very happy that you and your siblings are okay now by the way.” he spoke in his normal monotone voice.

“Oh, yeah Kristin was also really interested in the court case so we watched it together. She wanted to talk to you more than me which says a lot so I think she might be on her way upstairs right now, she is modding my stream so she was definitely watching.” I heard Phil say as we all turned around to build something that they already started again. The last house from a few months back got blown up by a few creepers that spawned right beside it.

“Hi (Y/N)! Are you okay with all that stress that was today? I´m happy that they only put your siblings through the questions in a separate room without having the paparazzi with them. But how are you now? Are you okay?” she asked with concern laced in her words. I could hear laughing in the background as she must have taken over the stream and taken over the whole table.

I opened twitch and looked over at phils stream, just as I suspected she was now sitting in his chair with the headphones on and Phil in the background on the bean back that was usually for Kristin.

“I am alright now that both my siblings and I are cleared and Charles is unable to do anything now I am sure that we are going to start having a new normal around here. You can trust me that if they didn’t do that I would go and talk with my grandmother even if I wasn’t allowed to be talking to her!” I answered now fully relaxing again.

I saw her smiling as she stood back up from the chair.

“Alright! I just wanted to make sure, but if you need someone to talk to I am right here alright?”

“Yeah, I´ll make sure to contact you if I have anything to talk about alright?” we said our goodbyes, and Phil came back to the mike to make sure he hadn’t died in Minecraft world.

As we all played we encountered a few other people, like Ranboo, Tubbo and also Charlie Slimesicle. They all where happy to see the whole group together again after the stressed out time that we werent even alloud to talk together.

I also went into detail about everything had happend to me and a few things that I didnt tell in court.

Around 2 in the morning Tommy and Phil stopped streaming and started to send their chats over to friends that where still online.

“Well, I´ll be going to bed now, it´s already 2am and I still need to sleep after everything today.” I said as I logged out of minecraft and started to get out of the VC.

“Yeah, I´ll also be heading to bed now. Lets talk again tomorrow so we can continue playing and building!” Tommy stated. I was alright with that Idea.

We all locked back out of discord and I headed to bed. I had a good nights sleep and woke up later than I usually do, why shouldnt I when I went to bed late.

The next few days we had to get back to school, I got alot of sympathy from friends there and even teachers, who still gave me alot of homework. When i got home I was quick to finish my lunch with my siblings and Anna.

I was already suspecting James to be with them as well but I hadnt seen him the whole time that I remembered that he still existed.

Everytime I asked Anna where he was she just said that he left on Tuesday morning and hasnt been in contact with her scince.

It was Thursday morning, right after breakfast. I was on my way to ask my grandmother with something I had been struggling with the papers of Charles, he surely had a weird way of doing paperwork.

Now that Charles and my father had passed I had todo more work than before. I knocked on her door when I was met with silence. Normally she had a good hearing, but she already didnt go to breakfast this morning.

A staff member was coming down with the food that she would normally eat when she wasnt feeling to well.

“Excuse me, are you waiting for someoe in there right now?” he asked kindly as I turned around.

“No, not really. I knocked twice but she isnt responding and I am not sure if I should just barge in or not.” I explained to him in a worried tone.

“Well I´m supposed to bringe her her breakfast so we could just walk in together if you want.” he said agfain.

I nodded and opened the door for him seeing as he was holding the tray that her food was on.

AS we walkd in I started to look around, she wasnt sitting at the table or looking out the window, so I looked over at her bed. Where she was still in, if she was sleeping it was defenetly a deep sleep because she didnt even move.

“Hey, umm, gran-grand?” I walked over to her trying to wake her up with my voice before having to shake her awake.

She didnt even move a muscle as if she wasnt breathing, I touched her arm and then her pulse. Her arm and her hand both where cold and she didnt even have a pulse anymore.

“G-Go get a doctor asap?” i backed away from her body as it was just laying there without any sign of life.

“What? Why do we need a doctor right now?” he turned around to look at me backing away from the body without anymore questions he ran outside to get the doctor that was always in the palace for exactly this reason.

I just stood there with my papers now on the floor not looking away from her as if she would start moving again if I did. As if she was to run away and everyone would call me crazy if I told them about it.

After what felt like hours the staff member and the doctor came back and started to check her over.

“The Queen has died last night, the reason why she died is probably because of stress but nothing else.” she turned around to me “Long live the monarch.” she qurtesyed infront of me as the staff member also bowed to me.

“What are we going to do now? I wasn´t told what to do now.” I said, I really cant do this right now. Everything was supposed to be alright now. Not whatever this is.

“Well, what will roughly happen now is that the private secretary will be informed who will tell the Prime Minister before the other 15 countries and 36 commonwealthnations are informered. The puplic will know once when there is a note is placed at the gates, the staff here will have to wear a black armband. Then a statement is going to be released to the press Association and other outlets. Thats when the news station will pause the programm just like the radios and will report the tragic news. As for you, now that Charles is not going to take the throne will become the next monarch and will be able to chose your own name. There will be a meeting held with the Accession Council at St James`Palace where formalities will take place. Tomorrow you will have to be crowned. You also will have to visit Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales but your first offical word will be at St James´Palace.”

I looked at her with a perplexed face, how is all that supposed to happen until tomorrow? I cant teleport.

“I understand but everything is already planned out. Everyone knows what todo now. It will take up to 10 days until we will move her body to Westminstor Hall. Once there the puplic will be able to pay her respect and her body will be moved to Westminstor Abbey for the funeral. But I will explain that when the time comes. For now, you should eather go to your own room or go be with your siblings and tell them of what happend. It will get very hecktig and stressed in here in the next 10 minuts. If you need anything else let us know okay your majesty?” she tried to stay calm as her eyes also started to water.

“I-I think I´ll go back to my room for now. Dont tell them yet, a little bit later but not now.” I said as I turned around to speed walk back to my room.

Once there I called Phil over discord.

“Hey mate. Whats up? It´s still really early?” he sounded very sleepy. They must still be in bed.

“H-hey Phil. Is Kristin with you right now? I really need to speak with her.” I tried to sound as strong as I could but everything was catching up with me.

“Yeah? She is lying besides me why? Whats wrong, you sound really distessed. I put you on speaker so we both hear you right now.”

“You are alone right? No body else is there listening to this?” I made sure, if I´m already going to talk I at least have to make sure that nobody else has to know.

“Yeah, just us. We´re still in bed you are making us worried. What happend?!” Kristin stated now waking up a little more.

So I turned onmy camera and let them see my tear stained face.

“Whoa whateer is up is really bad if you look like that. Here now you can ytually see both of us too so it´s fair. Now spill the beans, kid.” Phil turned on their camera showing that they where indeed still in bed. And both of them where looking at me throught the camera.

“The Queen has died last night. Now I am the Monarch tomorrow.”

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Check if you have drank something and also have you eaten? If not do both!

Is this a good format or should I make these smaller and do people actually want another part or am I just interpreting this wrong? PLEASE let me know, I get very insecure about these things because it takes a while to write them. 

[sanderchu]

Hello!!! So I am kinda obsessed with your writing rn, Ty for the content that helps make me feel loved and heard<3

ANYWAYS REQUEST TIME

Could I request a Tommyinnit x Reader

(fluff/romantic)

Where like, The whole gang is hanging out, ranboo, Phil, will, all of the boys:) and Niki and mumza!!!!! And They're all just chilling and streaming together, laying around, chatting while reader and Tommy just sit in the back being cute and cuddly, unintentionally breaking twitter

If you do write this, just thank you, your writing means more to me than you could ever know<3

Couch stream breaks Twitter

Note: this is insanely cute and I thank u for you and everyone support on my writings ur to kind 😭💕 also srry for the wait love😭 I’ve haven’t found time to write lately due to some issues and then I suddenly get sick like wtf 😭 /p

[writing] or hcs

“Welcome everyone!” Niki says to the screen. Ranboo, philza, will, Tommy, Niki, Kristen, and tubbo Are all hanging out doing a new thing called the couch stream. It’s just a just chatting stream but with a slight twist and that twist it being in someone’s house in there living room. The chat filled with hellos and how are yous making everyone’s voices fill up the silence with their own hellos.

“Well let’s get this started chat” ranboo was heard saying. They answered the general questions like just simple ones, some future plans, and just how they are in general being all comfortable and sweet. Meanwhile, tommy was curled up in the corner of the couch texting you. You were in the same house but different rooms due to not wanting to bother.

T: come hereeeee :(

Y/n: is the stream still going on?

T: yessss but I’m bored :( please

Y/n: I’ll see

Tommy shut off his phone peaking his head up to look around the room for you and with his surprise he sees you walking into the living room. His face lit up with joy and immediately opened his arms to feel your embraced. You laughed under your breath before crawling onto the couch and into his arms.

Everyone looked at you with awe as chat flooded with support for you both. Tommy played with your hair keeping his head hidden in your neck.

Later that day you and tommy both found out you guys were crazy on Twitter. Even none fans were posting about you guys calling you the perfect couple and just so much support. Yup, that was the day you guys broke Twitter.

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Hey could I request a irl! Philza & Mumza imagine, were Reader is the daughter of Phil (teenage pregnancy and if youre not comfortable with it adoptive kid also is ok) and kristen is more like her real mom, who left (Them and Phil right after she was born). She gets her heart broken and when she breaks down crying she calls Kristen Mom for the first time. And both Phil and Kristen get emotional over it. But Reader gets scared at first because she didn't know if Kristen was even ok with it, but she assures reader she's honoured with her calling her Mum.

This was so cute, I'm a sucker for dads and anything parental related <3

Summary: You call Kristin mom for the first time

Pairing: P!Phil, P!Kristin X Reader

Pronouns: She/her

[A/n]: Requests are open <3

Phil wasn’t sure when he wanted to have kids, but he knew that he did not plan on any at 17. Things happen sometimes and while he didn’t plan to have a kid that young, he was still going to do everything he could to be a good dad. Your biological mother didn’t want kids, she didn’t even want anything to do with Phil, she only went through with the pregnancy because Phil had begged her to.

After you were born, she vanished, leaving you with Phil.

Phil had met Kristin a few years later, you were around five at this point and were shaping up to be a gorgeous young lady. Phil was proud of you and loved you with his whole heart, he was lucky to have the greatest daughter in the whole world.

Fast-forwarding to a few years later, you were freshly into middle school, living life. Well, you were living life until your heart was broken by the person you thought you would spend the rest of your life with. You had come home from school sobbing, struggling to see through your tears.

Phil wasn’t home, he had been out running errands and getting things for the house. Kristin had recently moved in with you guys and while you two were still very close, you still had not yet called her mom.

You could tell your dad wasn’t home because his car wasn’t in the driveway, meaning it was only you and Kristin. The plan was to hide in your room until you felt okay but Kristin had heard your quiet sobs and came out to find you.

“Oh sweetie, what happened?” You broke down, even more, falling into her open arms.

“Oh, you poor, sweet thing. What happened to you?”

“They left me, said they didn’t love me anymore.” Kristin held you close, doing her best to calm you down. When you had finally stopped crying was when she finally let you go, stepping back so that you could take a moment to recuperate.

“Do you want some ice cream? We got your favorite flavor.”

“Yes please.” You followed her into the kitchen, sitting at the table while she got ice cream for the both of you.

“Thanks mom.” You froze as you reached for your bowl, you hadn’t meant to call her that.

“You’re welcome kiddo. Don’t worry about calling me mom, I feel honored.” You smiled and nodded accepting the bowl from her. Things were gonna be ok.

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[harrysgloves]

The Devil You Know

Harry Styles x Reader

Story Summary: CEO!Harry punishes reader in his office after catching her flirting with his coworker.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Language // This is just straight up p*rn // Daddy kink // Spanking (belt) // Oral Sex (male receiving) // Vaginal Sex // Anal Sex // Degrading // The slightest bit of choking // Probably a whole lot more that I’m missing // Not edited... sorry

Authors Note: Another work in progress finally DONE! YAY! Hope you guys like it! Feedback is always loved and appreciated so much! Thank you guys so much for reading. xx

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Your high heels clicked against the cold marble tile of the lobby floor for the second time that day. Your billowing black winter coat hit your knees with every step you took towards the elevator.

You could have seen him earlier but his secretary swore he was busy. Like he could ever be too busy for you. You scoffed, a roll of your pretty eyes before telling this no-good conniving bitch what was up.

"Tell my daddy that his girl was here," You said, tongue wetting your lips as you leaned over her desk. Your perfectly manicured hands landing loudly over the papers she should have been working on instead of hitting on your man. "And just so we're very clear on something, sweetheart. He's not my father."

You turned on the spot, hips swaying just a bit extra as you marched yourself back down to the elevator. Grumbling under your breath the whole way. 

Who did she think she was? 

Harry was yours. Your daddy, your sweetheart, your boyfriend. You two had been together for years. Your name was tattooed in red ink on his wrist for fuck sakes but that sense of jealousy burned deep into the pit of your stomach. 

The vibration from your phone was the only thing that pulled you out of your thoughts to go up there and teach that girl a lesson on who ran the show around here. His picture flashed across your screen. You scoffed, ignoring the call, and shoving the phone back into your expense handbag. Yes, it was against his stupid rules to ignore his phone calls but you were pissed. He could go screw Karen, or Tina, or whatever her name was for all you cared.

"Bad day?" The sound of another voice in the elevator made you jump. You didn't even notice someone else in here when you got on. How long had he been watching you throw a fit?

"You could say that." You sighed, your back leaning against the cool metal of the elevator as it reached the bottom floor. Door opening to reveal the perfectly decorated lobby floor.

"Pretty girls like you shouldn't have bad days." He flashed a smile towards you when you chuckled, shaking your head at him. He was cute, you'd give him that, but he was no Harry.

"I'll keep that in mind." You said as you started to walk out in front of him. Until your heel caught on the ledge of where the elevator met the floor. Your hands desperately trying to catch onto something before you hit your ass on the ground. You weren't dressed to be falling. A small silk camisole dress paired with no underwear didn't make for a good look if you landed with your legs wide open right now. 

Plus, that pretty pink plug Harry had fucked into your ass that morning before leaving you wanting and needy didn't exactly seem like the best thing to be landing on.

The hands around your waist was the only thing that saved you from mortifying public embarrassment. Your arms against his toned chest as he held you inches from the ground.

"Thanks." You breathed out, a cheeky smile on his face when he lifted you back to your feet.

"Well," he said, his arms still on the small of your waist. "I'm part-time broker, full-time knight in shining armor."

You laughed that big deep luscious laugh that made Harry fall in love with you. Your hand ran over his chest to lay back down the collar of his suit that you had grabbed. You backed away without a second thought, thanking him yet again before leaving the building. 

Not once seeing Harry's fuming face staring you down from the stairwell.

>>>

"Kristen?" Harry asked as he exited his office. His eyebrows scrunched together when he opened his door to see the new girl sitting there with no you in sight. He could have sworn he heard your voice.

"It's Catherine." She corrected what he assumed to be a flirty look crossed her face as he stood in front of her desk.

"Right. Anyway, was a girl jus' out 'ere looking fo' me?" He asked, describing you down to what you were wearing for the day. The mental picture of you sauntering around the apartment in that fucking dress when he didn't have the time to do what he really wanted to do to you that morning played in his mind.

"Uh, well, someone was but she ran off pretty quickly." She lied with a shrug of her shoulders. Harry's eyes narrowed at her when her cheeks flamed red. 

Why did he always end up with the crazy assistants?

"Y'sure 'bout that?" He asked again, his hardening stare made her splutter and crack as he rounded her desk to stand directly in front of her.

"You were busy, Mr. Styles, I sent her away." She mumbled, her eyes flashing away from him when he cursed under his breath.

He already knew what you'd be thinking. His hands fished in his suit pocket for his phone to press your icon. One ring, two rings, voice-mail. He took a deep breath, reminding himself of how insecure you could get sometimes.

Not like you ever needed to be insecure. He thought you were a total knockout. Plus, he was absolutely head over heels in love with you.

"Y'can pack up yeh things." He said as he slid his phone back into his pocket. Her eyes widened at his words, fake apologies started, but he didn't care. He only wanted to make sure you were okay. He needed to reassure you that you had no reason to feel insecure or jealous.

You were the only girl for him.

His fast steps down the stairs got him to the lobby in no time. Whatever thankfulness he had to catch you before you left was gone the second he saw that bastard touch you. 

He swore his eyes could have shot flames through that curly headed asshole. His chest pounded with a rage he didn't know he could feel when you laughed. God, that fucking laugh. His tongue wet his lips before his teeth ground together. 

You touched him. Your hands ran down his chest, smoothing out his suit, like you'd done for him so many times. Your fingers lingered a second too long. The guys hands tightened into the fleshy curves of your hips a little too much, pulling you in closer to him before you eventually walked off.

Your bouncing ass caught the attention of the guy who had touched you. Shameless staring at his fucking girl while you walked out of the building. He had to repeatedly remind himself that he couldn't beat the shit out of his own employees. 

His fist unclenched when you were long gone. He brought his phone out once again to send you a text.

My office. 7pm.

>>>

You stormed through the lobby, up the elevator, not paying any mind to the people around you. Ready to burst into an angry monsoon of jealousy, when the sight of his empty receptionist desk stopped you in your spot. Her things, gone. A baron desk with no sign of a girl simply gone for the evening greeted you.

He'd fired her.

Suddenly, the anger you'd had bubbling in your stomach faded. Replaced with that sinking feeling of guilt. He always seemed to know what was bothering you, even before you talked to him about it. Which was just another one of the many reasons you loved him so much.

You sighed, your shoulders slumped, as your hand laid on the doorknob, knowing he was going to be upset with you. It took everything in you to swing open the door to his office exactly at 7 on the dot. Not a minute early but not daring to be late after your little show of ignoring him earlier. 

His stiff demeanor screamed you were in trouble as you shut the door behind you. You swallowed thickly, heels clicking hesitantly against his floor as you made your way to his desk. Your fingers skimming the dark oak wood as you moved around to stand in front of him. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you glanced down to see he hadn't moved a muscle.

No words had been spoken through the tense air. No sound dared to come from you. You knew better, knew how upset he got when you ignored him. So you stood, perfectly still in front of where he sat, your sight hyper focused on the scratch marks on his desk instead of his intense eyes.

You'd have to be easier on this desk in the future but you had a feeling today wasn't going to be the day.

"Got somethin' to say fo' yehself?" His voice was hard, leaving no room for your shit tonight. You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat as your eyes finally met his. They were colder than you'd ever seen before. 

Usually, when you acted out, he found a bit of humor in it. Teasing you about being nothing but a brat but always letting you know he wasn't going to put up with it. He always went easy on you and honestly, you were a good girl. You almost never broke the rules and when you did, it was something trivial.

You were never one to get in trouble on purpose, at least not with him.

"I'm sorry I ignored your call." You tried to say in the least shaky voice you could manage.

He hummed, acknowledging your words but not accepting your apology. Those dagger like green eyes burned through your body, directly into your soul as his thumb twisted his gold ring on his pointer finger. 

"Anythin' else y'need to tell me?" He asked as he raised from his chair. His large chest mere centimeters away from your face as you stood your ground, literally. 

"No?" Your eyebrows scrunched as you peered up to him. Utterly confused on why he was so pissed at you. 

The sharp stone like features of his face didn't help settle the racing thoughts in your mind. That cold chill that ran down your spine as his lips pressed into a hard line. The back of his hand as it skimmed across the highs of your cheek bone was the only feeling of warmth in the otherwise frigid room.

"Know why I got y'this?" His finger ran across the pink leather of your choker collar, across the gold "H" that was embedded in the middle.

Your big doe-eyes flashed up to him. You didn't sway an inch as his fingers laced through the ring that dangled at the bottom of your choker. His grip was firm around the cool metal. His hold kept in place as he stared down at you.

"Because I'm yours." Your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked at him, not having a clue as to why he needed to remind you. 

You gasped as he tugged you forward by your lead. Your feet barely stayed in their spot on the ground as your hands grasped around his arms for balance.

"And do you think I like what's mine flirting in the elevator with my employees?" His words shocked you, stuttering, spits of partial words fell from your mouth as you gaped up at him. "Think I didn't see?"

"Harry, I wasn't flirting with him." You tried to explain away the situation. It was simple, a misunderstanding. "He helped me when I-"

"Did I say y'could use my name?" He practically growled through clenched teeth. Your eyes widened as you stared up at him. Boy, were you in trouble.

"No, daddy." Your voice was soft, eyes all dewy as you stared up at him. A show, really, you loved when he got like this. That familiar ache already growing in your core as he dropped the lead on your collar. You quickly stood back up in your place, hands by your side as he stalked around you.

A hunter watching his prey.

"What's y'word?" He asked as he circled back in front of you. His suit jacket was abandoned over the back of the chair. Ringed finger hands loosening his tie around his neck.

"Peony." Your tongue wet your lips as he rolled up his sleeves in front of you. The crisp white linen of his shirt sleeves being rolled up was only a slight distraction from the nod of his head.

"And your hard no's?" 

He wasn't fucking around. You considered it for a second, all the things you two had previously taken off the table. 

"Still the same." You told him, knowing that this meant he was really going to push you tonight. 

He studied you for a second longer. His head dipping down to catch your line of vision, eyebrows raised as if he was mentally asking you the same question again.

"Good." He said when you gave a nod of your head. "Strip."

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself. Your hands shook by your side as you clenched and unclenched your fist, once, twice, three times. Just enough to get you in your head space.

The skin on your arms raised in goosebumps as the warm fur lined jacket slid off your shoulders and onto the floor. A pile of useless fabric pulled into a puddle at your feet. Your slip of a dress followed directly after it. 

A scoff of a laugh came from him, a shake of his head as he turned away from you. Long, silent, steps over to a much-needed drink from the bar cart in his office. Your eyes lowered to the floor, watching the pacing of his shoes. Ears zeroed into the sound of liquid pouring, a deep gulp, and then more pouring. That lump in your throat grew with every slap of his heel back in front of you.

Of course you had to pick today to be defiant.

"It's like y'wanna be in trouble, baby." He hummed and you swore if you looked at him right now he'd be wearing that smug little smirk. 

"Pretty." He mumbled, his fingers dancing across the lacy top of the underwear you'd slipped on when you got home. "Too bad yeh not 'posed to be wearin' 'em."

"Off." He snapped his fingers in front of your heated face. At least he wasn't ripping this pair. 

The stringy lace slid down your silky smooth legs. Each high heeled foot stepping out of the leg holes one at a time. Shaky hands handing over the garment you put on in a moment of anger. 

Your eyes refused to meet his as he slid the panties into his back pocket. Your lips rolled into your mouth as he stared at you. The heat in your body raised with each passing second as he finished his drink. 

God, you'd never been in this much trouble.

"Y'know I was gonna take it a little easy on yeh." His words and the sound of the glass being sat down snapped you out of your fixed trance on the floor. His shiny black shoes disappeared from your line of sight as he circled around you. "Figured my baby girl jus' got protective over her daddy."

His hand ran down your cheek from behind you. Your head instinctively nuzzled into the few fingers that trailed from your jawline to your lips. Chaste kisses pressed to his fingertips.

"But now, I see you need a good lesson on who makes the rules." You gasped when his hand clamped around the front of your neck, your head snapped back roughly against his shoulder. His fingers digging into the side of your neck made you whimpered, a low stirring in your stomach.

His hand released you only long enough to loosen his tie. The fabric you once gifted him for his birthday dug into the skin of your forearms and wrists behind your back. The restraint, a little tighter than usual, not enough to hurt but enough to let you know this wasn't some usual punishment. 

"Bend." He said with a tight grip on the tie that held your arms in an uncomfortable position behind you. Your body maneuvered by him until your hips hit the edge of his desk. You gasped as your bare chest was pushed against the cold wood. Your nipples peaked from the sudden ice like material that you now laid halfway over. His hand finally left the intricate knots holding your arms back when your cheek rested on the table top.

"Looks like y'know how to listen when it comes to this." You could imagine his eyes rolling as he stood behind you. His hand ran down your ass, to the plug he'd placed there this morning. A quick tug on the pink silicone drew a whimper from you, your legs shifting back and forth in their spot.

Harry had to hold back a groan as he watched your hips sway. His hand gripped his twitching cock that throbbed in his pants at the sight of your pretty wet pussy already soaking for him. A smirk spread across his lips, his hand gripping the flesh of your round ass again.

His perfect little baby girl was such a whore for him.

Fuck, you were perfect.

"Thinkin' three fo' 'ry rule yeh broke today." His accent somehow thickened the more turned on he got. That heat burned in your stomach that turned in anticipation and a bit of nerves.

"Y-yes, daddy." Your voice betrayed you with shaky cracks. 

The room quickly quieted again after his hum of approval. His hand left your ass, left you completely. Silence had you straining your ears for any hint of a sound when you heard it. 

That familiar clink of a sound.

You buried your head into the smooth surface of the table, lips pressed against the wood to hide the moan that wanted to slip past your lips. Your core clenched around nothing but air, not sure how this was anywhere close to a punishment when you constantly had to beg him to be this rough with you.

You gasped as the cool leather of his belt ran down the strain muscles of your back. Tauntingly slow as it passed over the fabric of the tie, dancing across your fingers.

"What're in trouble fo'?" He asked from behind you, your lips that had been tightly clamped between your teeth unrolled, just enough to talk.

"Not answering your call, wearing underwear, using your name, and-" you sighed, "Touching another guy." You finally spit out, not wanting to add anymore lashings to your ever growing amount. 

"Hm, think'll add three more fo' that one." His voice was hard and cold through the air around you. "Better hear yeh count, sweetheart."

He gave no warning other than that. The sound of the leather slicing through the thickened air in the office was your only clue of what was coming. The sharp snap of the hide hitting the soft flesh of your ass rang through your ears before you felt the sting. 

"One." You spoke into the wood. Your nose flat against the desk, hands tightening around your restraint as the shockwaves of a dull pain ran down your spine, directly to your steadily wettening folds. 

Two, three, four, more and the spark of a pleasure still burned, lingered down into a blazing river of red marks across your ass cheeks to your pulsating pussy.

"T-t-ten." Your words choked and contracted in your throat when the belt smacked across your ass, five more left and you were determined to make it through. The grunts and groans that rolled from deep in his chest as the leather dug into your flesh again and again. Whimpering sobs, face flushed with tears and mascara as he went harder on you than ever before.

And that fucking plug you decided to keep in.

You were teetering on the brink of your headspace when the final smack came. Your breast smashed against the now warmed surface with the force. You cried, pushed forward into that floating sensation of the deep part of your mind as you were lifted by your restraints. Body maneuvered until you kneeled before him, heels haphazardly kicked off in the motion downwards to the ground.

The searing skin of your ass cooled against the marble floor when your shaky legs gave out to the weight on them. You sighed from the little bit of relief you got, stuffy nose from crying so much, desperately trying to suck air into your lungs. You were too wrapped up in yourself to hear the clank of the belt hitting the floor.

Your foggy mind lifted out of the deep when you felt his hand around the back of your neck, his cold features barely broke through your vision that was clouded with tears.

"What do y'say, baby?" His hand tightened in the hairs at the back of your head. A hard jerk backwards had you gasping in surprise.

You were far from being done with your punishment.

"Thank you, daddy." Your voice cracked from the amount of tears you were holding back. The words you'd spoken did nothing to change his unimpressed facial features, his tongue slid across his front teeth as he studied your mess of mascara and eyeliner.

He stood up abruptly, his hand didn't leave the back of your neck, sufficiently holding you up from your ass resting on the cool tile. 

"Yeh know, darlin', daddy doesn't punish yeh as much as he should. That's on me more than yeh. Should've put yeh in y'place more often, sweetheart."

Your eyes widened up to him. Whatever shred Harry always kept of himself while he was in this role was abandoned. No, now, he was fully in his dominant role. The waves of demand rolled through every part of him. His voice, his demeanor, his words.

"That's okay though, baby, gonna learn who yeh belong to. Isn't that right?" He practically cooed at you. A mock tone that made your face heat as blood rushed to your face. 

"Yes, daddy." Your chest seemed to heave with anticipation.

"Open." He said as his hand clamped your mouth open for you. Your obedient tongue sticking out for him before you even had a chance to think twice about it. 

Harry hummed as he stared down at you. The hand that was around your jaw slipped into your open mouth. His finger fucked into your open and waiting throating. Your legs tightened together as his smirk grew wider at your movement.

Sure, you weren’t supposed to move but God, you always wanted it so bad he couldn't help the turning of his lips.

He lowered himself to your level. No words were said as he loosened your restraints. The fabric that held your arms back finally, finally, was gone. Your body slacked forward as Harry backed away from you. His towering form loomed over you as your hands fell forward to hold yourself up.

The strain on your muscles in the back seemed to lift only momentarily before he guided you upwards by your upper arm. Your back on the now warmed surface of the desk, your head hanging off the side, your freed hands clutched beside you as your anticipation for what was coming grew.

"Gonna show me how sorry yeh are, darlin'." His throbbing cock was finally released from its confinement. The hard, pulsating, tip was red and aching for relief. Only millimeters from your upside-down vision. 

Your legs spread wider at the sight of him. Your toes pointed against the smooth oak, your arousal felt like it could have been running in a river down your legs as you licked your lips. Your mouth opened without any demand from him as he stroked his cock in front of you.

"Good girl." He groaned, his hand guided himself into your mouth.

You always had a hard time taking him. He was just so big, so thick. Your tongue pressed against his tip as he slowly rocked into you. His hands grasped onto your breast as his cock slid further and further down your throat.

You moaned around his member that stretched open the sides of your mouth. You tried your best to relax your throat, breathe through your nose.

"Relax yeh throat." He grunted as your throat constructed around him again. The irritated tone in his voice only made your slick folds drip with your arousal.

"I said to relax." He said once your gag reflex halted his movement for a third time. A harsh slap of his hand landed on your open and waiting cunt. You would have yipped at the feeling if you could have. He ceased your moment of being off guard to finally push himself fully inside.

You moaned the best you could as your throat finally relaxed. His balls rested against your nose, the crotch of his pants and zipper rubbed against your face but you didn't care. He felt so good in your mouth. 

You heard him let out a moan as you felt your nipples harden. His fingers lazily rubbed at your swollen clit as he slipped down your mouth.

"Why can't yeh be a good girl like this all the time for me, baby?" He asked as his hand held the back of your neck. His hips picking up to a pace that was almost too much for you. "So much fuckin' better for me when yeh jus' a hole for me to fuck." 

He pulled out of you suddenly. A string of your spit connected from his red tip to your mouth before he bent down to your level. The look behind his eyes was intoxicating. Fuck, he was enjoying this.

"Gonna have to keep you tied up to my desk, aren't I? Only time yeh good for me if when yeh have a cock stuffed in you." 

"I'll be good." You said as he stood back up. His hands gripped your thighs to turn your body around like a rag doll, your ass in the air as your face laid on the desk, again.

"Be good, huh?" He teased his tip against your opening, a deep groan left him from just how fucking wet you were. "Yeh call throwin' yehself at my employees bein' good?" 

"I didn't." You pouted, your bottom lip stuck out even though he couldn't see it. His cock parting the folds of your pussy, the thick tip against your sensitive clit had your hips shifting. 

You wanted him to stop being mad at you and just fuck you already.

"If I wanted someone else to touch yeh I would have told them to." He started to slip into you, the overwhelming sense of him starting to stretch you already filled you. Blood rushed to your lightheaded head as you restrained yourself from pushing backwards onto him.

"Such a tight cunt." He grunted as the thought from your earlier run in fell from his mind. Your velvet caves pulled him, his anger melted away as you clenched around him.

A hard thrust forward had him directly on your sweet spot, your eyes rolled back in your head as you held on tightly to the front of the desk. 

He wasn't messing around and he wasn't holding back.

You could feel his hip bones smacking against the abused flesh of your ass. The sting sent an electric shock through your body as he wrecked you. You could feel him pounding all the way into your lower stomach as your jaw unhinged from a sea of moans.

"Think he could fuck yeh better, sweetheart?" Harry asked as he pulled on the plug in between your cheeks. His cock rammed into you as the silicone slipped out.

"No." You finally managed to get out an answer through your moans, your wrecked vocal cords cracked until he let up. You almost turned around but you knew better, the sound of his bottom draw opening gave away his next move.

You two needed to fuck at his office less. He had way too much sex shit laying around here.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the cold gel of his lube coated fingers slipping into your tighter hole. Your breath caught in your throat as he slid back inside of your pussy. Your eyebrows furrowed together from the overwhelming sense of pleasure that pulsed through your veins.

"Such a slut, know that?" He spoke as a second finger joined his first one, fucking you open enough to take him. "Lemme fuck yeh in ever hole in my office." 

"Fuck." You moaned into the wood, your hands gripped around the front edge of the desk as he pulled himself out of you, a generous amount of lube slathered across your hole before he put some on himself. 

He took a second just admiring your wrecked state. Your pussy opened wide for him, able to be fucked so easily now that he'd destroyed it. Your ass shined red with lash marks, your hair a complete mess.

He had to stop himself from shooting a load into his own hand. His thoughts getting the best of him as he stroked himself from behind you. His tip pressed into you slowly as he waited for your muscles to relax.

You felt like you could have bit your bottom lip off from how tightly it was tucked under your teeth. Your nails dug into the desk as he pushed further into you, his head finally getting past your tight ring. His hips laid flat against your ass, his hands pulled back each cheek to get a good look at himself stretching you out.

"Gonna ruin you for anyone else. Y'understand?" He mumbled into your ear as he pulled up to his chest by the front of your neck.

"Yes, daddy." You squeaked out as he finally moved his hips. His head rested against your shoulder as you let out a sound you never wanted to admit to making. His cock hit all the right places, the stretch wasn't painful but you were so tight there you could feel every one of his veins pushing against your walls. 

You felt so full of him it was almost overwhelming. You could feel every throbbing jump of his cock as he pumped in and out of you. His grunts as his teeth dug into your shoulder, his fingers from his free hand swirled around your clit while his other one squeezed the sides of your neck.

Your arousal slicked all the way down to your shaky knees as your body bounced against his cock. You panted out moans as your body burned red hot. Your orgasm was just on the horizon, so close you could hardly keep your eyes open.

"Gonna cum with daddy's cock in yeh ass?" He asked even though you had no idea how he managed to put together words in this moment. Your own mind wasn't able to let you do anything more than nod.

"Cum for me then, pet." His finger pressed down harder on your clit, cock shoved deeper inside of you. 

Your vision blacked around the edges, body shook, your high washed over your head all the way down to your toes. The sound of your moans carried through the office, down the halls of the almost emptied building. Your mind barely had time to put together the fact he'd pulled out of you.

Until he slammed back into your cunt. 

A warmth filled you as you whimpered, your body slacked in his arms as his cum dripped out around himself. 

"I gotcha." He mumbled as he moved you both into his office chair. Your makeup smudged face pressed into his chest as you came down from your high. His hand ran across your back in soothing circles.

"Baby, yeh did so good." He said into your hair, his lips pressed in light kisses against your scalp. "Such a good girl. Made me feel so good, baby."

"Gonna take yeh home and get yeh a bath, hm?" He asked when your body felt less limp. You hummed your agreement, head still in that floating space for a second.

"Harry, you know I didn't flirt with him, right?" You asked after a moment. Your fingers danced across his bicep absentmindedly.

"Yeah, jus' like yeh know I didn't sleep with my secretary." He let out a chuckle when you raised your head to pout at him. "Gave me a good reason to fuck yeh like that though." 

"Shut up." You muttered to him. Your eyes rolled as he gave you a stern look.

"Pup, I jus' fucked yeh into next week, do not start with me again."

[broadwayandnetflix]

Overprotective, Much? - Bill Hader x Reader

Theme: Fluff + Angst

Warnings: Sexual Terms, Language 

Summary: You and Bill have been secretly dating for two years now, only to complicate things one night when you partake in a very risque sketch unbeknownst to him?

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Ahhh Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! This was a request sent in by @berkmansbabe​ I really hope you enjoy it! And it somehow fits what you were asking for! Have a good rest of your year everyone, hopefully 2021 is better? 

It was nearly four in the morning the last time that you checked, and you were almost half asleep over your laptop. Squinting one eye open, you gazed around the room to find a selection of your coworkers staring at you with little smirks.

"You're drooling, Y/N," one voice calls out; it had to be Mulaney's.

"Okay, you didn't have to tell her that!" another one chimes out, Jost?

Furiously you wipe the drool that was currently dangling from your chin and give the two the meanest glare that you could possibly muster.

At four in the morning, Tuesday's were the worst. Okay, well, technically, it's Wednesday now.

Mulaney only smirked before sliding a post-it note your way. You grimace, reading the details of the message scrawled out in what appeared to be Jost's messy script.

P. G. A. D, weekend update, orgasms onstage.

You practically gape at the note in awe; you were a writer, weren't you the one who was supposed to write this shit? Not perform it.

"Um, I'm not complaining, but isn't this more up Kristen's alley?" you protest, trying not to sound whiny.

"She's on vacation this week, and honestly we think you'd be perfect for it." Jost says matter of factly, giving you a small smile.

"Fine," you sigh before flopping back onto the table to get some more sleep. Earning another chuckle from the boys.

-

It ate at you all week, but I mean, you had the potential. If anyone would understand your feelings, it'd be Hader. His anxiety always got the best of him, and it hurt you to still see the man so stressed and uncomfortable.

Often, you'd be the one to find him after a sketch, rubbing soothing circles into his back. While he stares off rigidly into the curtain, he was fantastic at his job; it just didn't sit well with his anxiety. Although you knew it followed him home, into the late hours of the night, disappointment settling in.

It wasn't public, but the two of you had managed to make things work for the past two years. You had met Bill back when he had first arrived at 30 Rock, as you had gotten hired the same year Mulaney did.

Seth, who was practically your best friend at this point, could tell within an instant that you harbored a small crush for Hader. Often picking at you with little side comments that'd make you stammer and feel your body heat up in embarrassment.

For some time, you didn't even realize that Bill had reciprocated your feelings until he asked you on a date. The two of you curled up back at his place while he showed you some of his favorite movies, it was nice, and the rest was history.

The only problem was, it was safer not letting the rest of the group know about this advancement. God knows what they would do to Bill onstage with sketches...you didn't wanna know.

Alongside the fact that the two of you had quite a bit of an age gap, it wasn't that big, but you knew that Bill often internalized the seven-year gap between the two of you. You were only twenty when you had started at 30 Rock while Bill was twenty-seven. You loved him nonetheless, but you could tell it made him stress a little.

So you both kept it a secret, although you were pretty sure that Meyers and Mulaney knew at this point. While Jost continued to remain oblivious towards your little endeavor.

For this sketch in particular, maybe it was best to keep this one secret as well. Rarely did you ever perform on the show, and you wanted Bill to be proud.

-

Seth, who had been motivating you all week, motioned you into his office early Thursday morning.

"Okay, just spoke to Lorne about this, we're gonna fit you into one more sketch due to Kristen's absence." you nod apprehensively.  

"It's the easiest thing ever, all you have to do is sit there with Franco, and Hader, and read the cue cards about environmental issues. Keenan will cut you off, and you should be good." Seth explains before giving you a quick thumbs-up, causing you to smile slightly.

"God I am so nervous, is that normal?" you admit as Seth sits back into his seat.

"Oh my god yeah, it is not always easy going up onstage like that, but trust me you have the talent and potential. Lorne hired you for a reason, I'm sure if you brought this up to Bill he could give you a few tips on how to release stress." Seth replied as he gave you a warm smile.

You nodded, thanked him for the advice, and began heading back towards the writer's room to help the rest cut the left-over sketches that you all had mulled over during that week. Only to run straight into someone, their hands instantly going out to hold your shoulders steady. 

"Oh I'm so sorry I didn't even see where I was going!" you yelp, only to look up and see Bill trying to hold in a laugh. Only causing you to laugh slightly as well at the situation the two of you were in. 

"You okay?" he asks sweetly after taking in your somewhat frazzled state; without a second thought, you shook your head and went into his arms.

"I'm just stressed," you murmured into his chest as he quickly reciprocated the hug and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. 

"About what?" he replied softly, his hold growing just a little bit stronger, that is until the two of you heard nearby footsteps and quickly broke away. 

A random production assistant walks past while you and Bill clear your throats awkwardly. 

"Uhm, I am actually going on a sketch this week, you're gonna be in the same one actually. It's with Keenan, I just barely ever go on, since I am a writer, you know?" you exhale softly, only to look back up to Bill. Who is nodding furiously in agreement.

"Oh my god, I mean, you know me," he stops to chuckle, "Y/N, I am a literal mess, I mean don't act like I am totally oblivious to you and John changing the cue cards before Stefon sketches." Bill exclaims as you find yourself beginning to smile.

"I mean, it's really cute seeing you break babe," he fake gasps. "I mean you just make it look so easy sometimes even when I know you're stressing out." Bill sighs slightly before meeting your gaze.

"It's not easy, it never is. It's just you learn how to cope over time, if you want I'll meet you at the end of the sketch. Does that sound okay? Just like you always do for me, which I can never thank you enough for." he says, grinning as you slowly nod in agreement. 

Giving you a quick peck on the forehead, he explains he has to go back to his costume fittings and that he'll see you later in the night. 

He always knew how to help. 

-

You watched anxiously while Seth said the cue that would lead you on stage. Letting yourself take a deep breath, you allowed yourself to block out the situation's overwhelmingness.

 Also, was it always this hot up here? 

With the cue cards coming into focus, you delved into the script, finding yourself ease into it over time. It was comforting to hear the audience laugh at your delivery, often seeing Seth trying to hold back a grin. 

Especially upon the time, you began to describe what made your character Tamara Parks go into orgasms from her specific condition, of Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder. 

"With the help of my physician I was able to find treatment, and today I can say that I am fully-" you let out a moan, trying not to break as you look down. Only to continue on the moaning and the appearance of discomfort as the script goes on. Seth progressively tries not to laugh as well.  

It almost was shocking that you were pretending to be aroused on live national television. Still, clearly, you were doing something right given the reactions that had been intended. 

You began to find yourself grateful for the ability to look down and away from the audience to compose yourself against the fake orgasms you were portraying. Seth's hand leaning to rest upon your shoulder, setting your character's orgasms off even more until the sketch was nearing its finish. The crowd applauded as Seth called you offstage. 

-

You had let out a breath that you didn't even know that you had been holding the minute you had left the stage. Clearly, you had done the job just as Meyers and Mulaney had anticipated, the crowd going wild, it felt nice, but you also felt like you needed a nap. Many of your coworkers had come up to congratulate you, but all you wanted was just to see Bill.

 Except, Bill and Fred were going up to another sketch for Weekend Update, you had asked a production assistant for some water as you took a seat in a nearby corner. It wasn't long before you had spotted Mulaney from out of the corner of your eye, within seconds; his eyes met yours, and he rather awkwardly stumbled over.

You had to stifle your laughter at how ridiculous he appeared in that moment, his rather tall figure colliding with the floor as he slid down beside you. 

"You did fantastic out there! See, I knew you could do it!" he whispered enthusiastically while nudging you playfully in the side.

The two of you commented on the show's progress and or which sketch that you had written was your favorite. Until your stage manager had motioned for you to go on for your second sketch of the night. John gave you a reassuring smile before giving you a little push off into the side wing you were supposed to enter on. 

-

The sketch was going well, that is until you felt an intense stare out of your peripheral vision coming from Bill, who was sitting beside you. Instead, it felt more dominant and tense than comfortable and safe as his thigh began to press up against yours. You gulped slightly before Keenan made his way over to you, feeling Bill's thigh against yours, almost making you lose control. 

The skit's premise was that Keenan's character would never let the guests speak, which was probably a good thing as soon as the cameras went off of you; you had to stifle a moan of your own, a real one. 

You were flustered beyond belief, and you couldn't tell why for the life of you that Bill was screwing with you on live television, but he was, and it was working. Of course, you appreciated the man's dominance but now was clearly not the time, except all you could feel was the heat pooling at the pit of your stomach. 

While you were slightly annoyed with him, something about that leather jacket he was wearing was really turning you on. Or the way he did all of this was genuine ease like he wasn't putting you in complete arousal right now was so intimidatingly hot. 

The crowd's cheering almost caught you off-guard as you realized the sketch was over, and Bill and Franco were getting up to leave the stage. You almost had to steady yourself as your legs felt wobbly and out of place, but you managed to maneuver yourself off the stage with as much grace as you could possibly muster. 

It didn't take long for you to feel Bill's hand slip under yours and tug you along to a back room, his taller figure looming over yours with a side of him that you had never seen before. His lips practically hovering over yours as you inhaled deeply and ultimately tried to compose yourself only to stammer your words a little bit.

"Um, heh, what did you do that for?" you murmured quietly so that only he could hear you.

"You really think I would let you get away so quickly with that sketch, I simply had to remind you that you're mine babe, mine." he growled as he leaned down close to your height, whispering the words in your ear. 

Your breath hitching at the contact, goosebumps spreading directly across your skin, and your heart skipping a beat. Except, you were in public, for crying out loud; why couldn't he have waited to save this for the bedroom later tonight?

"I-um, Bill did you forget that this is sorta a live show?" you retort back, stepping away from his slight hold. It finally hits you all at once, "Wait, Bill, are you jealous of my sketch with Seth?" you quickly ask, his eyes widening before quickly denying it.

"What? No of course not since when do I get jealous Y/N?" he says defensively, only to see you start to form a small grin.

"Oh my god you totally are!" you practically yelp, his eyes staring daggers at you.

"Hader, quick change happening for Daveheart in four minutes!" Bobby calls as he walks past the two of you unbeknownst to the little debacle going on. 

Bill's eyes darting between yours and the dressing room, you sigh and motion for him to go-on for how you would somehow resolve this later. After the door closes behind him, you allow yourself to slide down against the wall once again, trying to compose yourself after everything that had just happened.

-

It doesn't take long for him to find you, this time in a Scottish get-up, you were assuming, and still painfully as ever, you still couldn't help but think that he looked hot, even with his long brown wig. 

He sits down beside you, looking at you with a hesitant look in his eyes. 

"Okay, so maybe I am jealous okay?" he admits quietly, completely catching you off guard. "It's just sometimes I wish we didn't have to have this weird age gap, or have to worry about judgement from others or the press. I guess, just seeing you like that today, it just really made me jealous. Proud of course, I mean babe you killed it out there, I didn't even notice that you were anxious. It's just hearing you moan like that, god that was so hot, the things you do to me." he says, no longer making eye contact as he goes into his little tangent. 

God, you loved him. 

You sigh before wrapping your hands around his, before slowly pushing forward to envelop him in a kiss. He hesitates for a split second before going in at once, his hands reaching up to cup your face deepening the kiss.

It was like a breath of fresh air whenever the two of you had kissed, whether in the late nights after shows and you can see the sunrise. Or in walks home from work, fingers entwined, and quick glances before sneaking a quick kiss, or even just whenever Bill can spare one. 

The two of you pull away, only to catch your breath for a second. Bill's wig now tousled, and his eyes staring at you with admiration that you couldn't help but melt under. 

"You know Bill, I wouldn't change a thing about us. I love you just the way that you are." you say softly, sneaking in a little kiss before pulling away to finish your statement, a small pout grazing his lips. 

"Just maybe not during a live sketch, please?" you giggle softly, his eyes never leaving yours. 

"Hey, Y/N, I just wanted to say that you killed it out there-woah, what's going on here?" Seth calls out, startling the two of you; you moving to jump away before Bill quickly stops you.

"We're dating!" you blurt out randomly, "we have been for the past two years, and its time that we probably tell others about it."

 You clamp your mouth shut, ignoring Bill's jaw-dropping, and focusing on Seth entirely.

"Oh my god I knew it! Mulaney get your ass over here, we've been right this entire time! Hader and Y/L/N have been boning for two years." Seth yells over to John, who was busy cleaning up the cue cards as the show was coming to an end for the night. 

You practically groan, digging your head into Hader's chest in pure embarrassment as Mulaney comes bounding over to cheerfully laugh at your combined misery.

"And to think that Jost said that we were lying about the two of them, guys come on we're gonna go tell Colin!" Seth exclaims, beckoning for the two of you to follow to the writer's room down the hall. 

"Might as well join them," Bill whines as he pulls you off the ground and drags you along after them. 

[wroteclassicaly]

Kristen. Older!Eddie x reader. It is imperative that you share all sinful thoughts on this topic to us. Him with scruff? Voice a bit more gravely because of all the smoking and singing in Corroded Coffin? Covered in tattoos? I need him desperately.

Oooooh gawd! This is gonna take some thought, but I have ALOT of thots, luckily… :P

First off, Older!Eddie could range from his late twenties (Joe’s real age) to the age Eddie would be in 2023. Which is, what 56 almost 57, or something? (Drooling, because I imagine aged Eddie is as hot as Jeffrey Dean Morgan is right now)

Anyways…

• Voice definitely gravely. Speaks with a deliciously low rasp, sometimes coughs a little. The action always makes him stick out that tongue to wet his lips. They can get chapped a lot. He sings with a more lower tone than he did in his youth.

• Eddie’s body is littered with various ink. Some new, a lot of it old and fading, but he’s managed to try and get some filled in and freshened up.

• He has a Spotify, but he rarely uses it. He prefers his vinyl records. Netflix and streaming services are cool, but he can do without.

• Still has his van, even though it’s underneath a tarp in his garage. It makes for a hell of a good place to let loose and have a smoking session when he doesn’t want to sit in his home.

• Works on a lot of different cars out of his own garage, the walls littered with various band posters, his own faded logo he made back in the 80’s of his own band. His framed diploma sits in the house. 86’.

• Has a junked mustang from 1969 that he’s try to restore as his own personal vehicle. Cherry red (he’s a fucking sucker for cherries). For now, he drives his baby — a midnight, glossy black 1980 Pontiac Turbo Trans am.

• His fingers, creased with a few aged spots, the veins remain prominent, as he has never stopped playing acoustic and electric guitar. He’s also managed to work himself into playing the drums and self-taught a little piano. If you were to venture over and take some lessons, you’d get very distracted by those hands.

• His hair was short for a while, but he’s let it grow out again. An array of curls with streaks of silver. He shaves his beard a lot, but he’s usually marked with a stubble or a salt and pepper beard.

• He’s got scars from various piercings. One in each ear, but he only wears the left on occasion. He’s had his nose done, got his lip done on a dare. He once had nipple rings, but took those out and recently for them redone.

• The newer tattoos are 86’, his band’s name, and cluster of red bats on his right side, a peace sign (he was drunk, okay?) on the top of his thigh, vines that are woven around his lower back, connecting to a red ball of small flames. It means something to him, but you’re unsure of just what.

• He stills wears most of his rings, having thrifted new ones along the way.

• He teaches younger kids at the local gaming center how to play D&D. Will play it every other Saturday with his old friend group. Tradition is important to him.

• Gardening and sowing relaxes him, so yeah, he does both.

• He’s only been married once. They’ve been divorced for years.

• Has a personal library in his house (his affection for books only increased).

• His band did record a demo that the local radio station plays on Sunday’s.

• Handyman type, but he doesn’t do a lot of that work unless it’s for friends or family.

• Rents Wayne’s old trailer to help out those in need.

• Loves his flannel (wears a lot of Wayne’s old shirts), and still wears his chain and band shirts.

• He’s filled out now, works out on occasion.

If I think of more, I’ll add to this! ;)

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Little Red Riding Hood

Sam x Reader One shot

Camping with friends, confidences, a night in the wood... what could go wrong ?

Note : @holylulusworld made me... This is my first ever Sam smut.

Warnings : SMUT... hand kink, a hit of size kink... I mean, Sam !

Words : 3.1k

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          Summer is hot and sunny, the lake is beautiful and the sun is falling on it slowly like it wanted to bath. The tents are open and everything is messy : you spent the day listening to loud music and swimming with your friends. Even in the shade of that beautiful willow, heat makes alcohol a little more intoxicating.

“Come on !” Claire says to Jack, sitting next to you. “Don’t tell me you never thought about it !”

Jack looks a little surprised and takes a sip of his beer.

“No, really” he says. “I guess I never really had the opportunity, considering I live with the boys.”

“Well Y/n too” Claire states with a teasing smile. “You could have had sex with her.”

“Y/n is my best friend” Jack frowns.

You laugh and get up to take another beer from the cooler next to your tent.

“No offence Jack but you’re not really my type” you smile messing with his hair before sitting again, against the trunk.

“Are you into girls ?” Claire purrs, biting her lips like she always does when she hits on you.

“No she’s into Sam…” Jack states and your eyes widen.

“Sam ? As in Sam Winchester ?” Claire cough.

“You couldn’t shut up huh, Jack ?” you groan.

“He’s old” Claire thinks out loud and you hum biting your lips, rubbing your naked thighs together. “Whaaat ! You’re unbelievable Y/n ! Tell me everything ! Sammy ? Come on !”

“I don’t know he’s just… Did you look at him ?” you shrug drinking your all beer in one go.

“She’s in love with him” Jack adds innocently and you choke.

“I’m not !... I mean… He would never… anyway. Forget it !” you try but Claire is smiling so much you fear she would hurt her face, you roll your eyes.

“Oh my God I need to hear your dirtiest fantasies about Sam !” Claire shouts. “Come on I told you everything about that girl and about my wet dreams about Kristen Stewart. Pleeeease !”

           You laugh and take a sip of the beer in your hand again.

“I won’t tell you all my dirty secrets that easily” you smile. “There is just that thing he does with his chest…”

“Okay, this is going to be fun” your friend sits on her ankles. “Have you ever dreamt about him ?”

“Jack won’t shut his mouth…” you protest.

“He will or I have some things I could say too” she says and you see Jack swallow. “Dream ?”

“Yes” you sigh.

“Dirty dreams ?” she insists.

“Yes dirty dreams” you shake your head.

“Wow, I never thought of Sam this way, he’s just, so serious and old. He’s really nice and I guess he’s handsome but…”

“Have you seen his hands ?” you cut her and as her mouth opens without words coming out of it, you continue. “I’m sure just his fingers would go deeper than my ex’s dick. Last time he licked his fingers during diner, I had to go to the bathroom to… wipe… I mean, men hands make me all tingly already… Have you seen Sam fucking Winchester’s hands ?”

           Claire laughs and shakes her head while you clear your voice.

“I can’t even imagine what he hides in those jeans…” you sigh. “He’s so strong, I would let him do anything to me” you let out a moan that makes Jack widen his eyes.

“Do you think he’s dirty ? He’s always so reasonable, he eats healthy and work out and…”

“He’s in control” you cut her dreamingly. “He knows what he is doing, he’s smart and powerful, believe me Sam has a secret side” you feel yourself blush. “I would give anything to have him in control of me.”

“Must be fun to live with them” Claire turns to Jack.

“It’s awkward most of the times” Jack shrugs with a light smile.

“Yeah, well I’m horny all the time” you pout. “I live with a sex god and I can’t touch him” you sigh. “Last time he gave me too many orders while I was packing I called him Sir to make fun of him, but it made me fucking moan out loud instead… I’m lost. Sam Winchester ruined me.”

“Wow girl, you got it bad” Claire laughs loudly, showing her teeth.

           But your own smile fades. The problem is Jack is right : What started with attraction grew into something else. Evening spent watching movies with him doesn’t let you craving for just touches now, but also for affection. And his dimpled smile is now tearing your heart most of the time.

           You can’t show it of course, Sam would think you’re crazy, he doesn’t see you that way, you’re too young, and he often acts like you were a little sister. Sometimes you wonder what it could have been like to be Jessica, having a man like him intimate enough to ask you to marry him, waking up beside him, in his strong arms…

“Damn, I’m never looking at Sam the same way” your friend cuts your thoughts in a chuckle.

“Yeah well… if only he knew what he does to me…” you say dreamingly.

             You turn in your tent, not finding sleep. Talking about Sam like that was a bad idea, now you miss him, that kind smile, the delicious smell of his skin ; and you think about his hands… How they would grab your body, how his fingers could fill you, how tiny you would look under his palm…

           A discreet noise makes your senses switch on. What was that ? Not an animal for sure, not one of your friends, you hear them snore in their own tents.

           Taking your knife in your hand you open the zipper slowly. The noise again. Then something touches the fabric of your temporary room. You rush outside with your knife but nothing is there, just the forest and the majestic willow covered by night.

           You look around and see a shadow between trees, obviously staring at you even if where you are you couldn’t say what it is for sure. A wendigo ? Come on ! This is your first vacation in two years !

           You look back thinking about waking your friends but the shadow starts moving so you follow it right away. The woods are dark but the almost full moon allows you to see where you put your feet. After a minute or two walking, you wonder : Is it a good idea to go further ? You could get lost and…

           Suddenly, an incredibly strong arm wraps around your waist from behind while a hand keeps you from screaming, almost bruising your face.

“It’s me” you hear behind you.

This voice, this smell… You look down and recognize it : the hand that you crave for years is holding you so tight. He frees your mouth.

“Sammy ?” you ask out of breath both from short but intense fear and from sudden arousal.

He doesn’t let you go, his giant arm still powerfully holding your waist.

“Yeah…” he sighs and you feel his mouth brush your neck.

“Oh…” you can’t hold back a winging sigh. “Wh-what are you doing here ?”

The hand that was on your mouth before pushes the hair that fell from your messy bun to the side, and he puts a kiss on the skin there. What is happening ? Did Sam just put a wet and hungry kiss on your skin ?

           Your legs close, like your body was trying to stop your pussy from reacting.

“I heard…” he whispers.

Your heart races and you start to sweat.

“Wh-what ? Sammy…” you try but he softly bites the side of your throat. “Oh god… Please…”

“I barely touched you and you are already begging” he groans. “Was it true ?"

"Wh-what ?" you stutter.

"All of it" he groans and you feel yourself soaking your panties, his huge body so close to yours. "You need me that bad ?" he groans, and the vibrations of his chest goes directly to your core. “My hands ?...” his fingers wrap around your throat, covering all of it.

All you can do is nod, still not sure this isn't a wet dream.

           A strand of his hair falls next to your face, and you try to turn to see him, but his massive body prevents any movement.

"Don't move" he orders in a deep voice you never heard. "Don't you dare..."

The hand around your waist comes up, now grabbing your boobs through your tank top, he can touch both at once and you feel so small.

"No bra..." he almost pants.

“I-I’m in my pajamas…” you moan and swallow, feeling his snake-hand holding your throat.

           The hand holding your waist falls on your ass and you gasp when it takes your sweatpants and panties down in one sharp movement. He bites your shoulder in a growl, making you bend a little. One of your shaking hands lean on the three in front of you, your nails scratching the wood at the intense pleasure the hunter is already giving you.

           He doesn’t go further, letting you butt-naked, your pants still below it. When his hips crush on you, the size of the bulge you feel makes you whine, and the hand around your throat squeezes you just a second to strangled the dangerously loud sound escaping your lungs.

“Can you take me Y/n ?” he groans low and you smell his delicious sweat break through his skin. “Little red ridding hood… Do you want me now ?”

His voice alone could make you come, and your only answer is a push back on his cock. He almost roars and the hand around your throat rolls around to hold your neck from behind now, making you bend a little more, fiercely. Your second arm goes to the tree for more balance. You are totally at his mercy.

           One of his foot spreads your legs a little, but your pants doesn’t allow much. His palm comes roughly in contact with your ass cheek and your pussy starts pulsing around nothing. You lower your head but his powerful arm can hold it because his fingers are long enough to wrap from back to front.

           When his huge hand goes down your ass, down between your thighs, and comes caressing your soaked folds from behind, you almost lose balance. But Sam is so strong his wrist on your neck alone can hold you. He wets his fingers in a manly moan, making his long digits rub your entrance from tip to palm, and a burning feeling makes you see stars already.

“So cute little Y/n fantasizes about my fingers, huh ?” he snarls and you take a deep shaky inhale. “Aren’t you a little too young to want a man like me ? Huh ?”

“P-please…” is all you can say, weakly.

Before you even register what he’s up to, two of his fingers brush your entrance and push in, stretching you deliciously.

“Sam…” you moan.

He pushes deeper, slowly but perfectly steadily. When you feel his index and little finger press hard against your ass cheeks, you understand he used his two longest fingers.

“Gnnn… FUCK” you cry out when you feel him so deep.

“Shhhh” he murmurs.

No one ever did that to you. His hand is so long and thick, he hits you better than most man could do with their hands or even their cock. The tips of his fingers move a little inside of you, and you swear you could feel them in your belly.

Fingers and cocks are not the same, hands are less thick, but firmer and more precise, with their own will, move… That’s why you love them so much.

When he starts to roughly make his hand shake, his whole arm violently jolting, you almost faint. A strangle moan escape your lungs painfully.

“Yeaaah… That’s it babygirl… just like that” he groans from deep in his chest.

You feel something explode inside you and come, the hardest ever, tears filling your eyes and your juice burning your thighs because of the contrast with the fresh air on your skin.

           You stay here, panting. Absolutely incapable of forming a coherent thought. Sam’s long fingers leave you and he wraps his two arms around you, helping you to stay up.

           In your high, you feel his lips devour your neck and jaw. Your eyes can’t focus, your hands are shaking, all your brain can focus on is Sam Winchester. You lean on his chest and touches in ecstatic whines. His hand comes to your face, clumsily pushing the hair out of your face.

“Do you want more ?” he pants in your ear.

That’s when you notice how he breathes, how hot his skin is, how hard he is… You nod and smile with your eyes closed in bliss. Sam, your Sam wants you.

           He turns you and takes your pants and panties down in an eager grunt. Your head goes back a little at how high you are.

“There, I got ya” he whispers against the delicate skin of your jaw.

His lips move to yours and you really wish you could enjoy your first kiss wish Sam Winchester, a kiss you’ve dreamed of for so long… But now his delicious mouth tastes yours, half your focus is on his hand struggling with his belt.

           When he grabs your thighs to carry you against the trunk, taking place with the moves of a wild cat between your legs, you feel so small it actually scares you a little for a few seconds. But his predatory attitude doesn’t fool you : Sam is the kindest heroes of all.

           You dare looking down and gasp. Sam is huge, and his cock, hard but heavy, laying on your lower belly, looks like it would never fit, even after his fingers… He kisses you, the soft taste of his lips making you forget anything else but want.

           His arms are the size of your thighs, and the strange sensation of him being a giant makes you shake again you again, except this time it doesn’t scare you. You whine in desire, making noises you didn’t know you had in you.

“Look at me baby…” he purrs, suddenly tender and warm.

He grabs his cocks in his hand and you open your mouth in anticipation, looking down at it. When he lines himself with your entrance, you realize if he hadn’t prepared you so good, so deeply and roughly, you probably couldn’t take him.

           He pushes just the tip in, you can’t take your eyes off of it. Both his hands are under your thighs so when he bends his head to catch your attention on his face, you ignore it for a while, knowing he can’t make you look up just right now. You just watch him sink slowly, watch how you swallow him, how this thick vein disappears inside of you. Your heart is racing and you feel sweat roll on your back.

           A low moan escapes his lips, making you finally look at his face. When your eyes meet his, a side smile welcomes you. The little strand of his hair sticking to his forehead, the dimples on his right cheek, the dark in his eyes… Every detail make you fall in love all over again. You have to hold back a tear at the idea of him, your Sammy, finally sinking inside you.

           But a sudden sharp sensation makes you gasp : the stretching becomes too much when he bottoms out. He’s huge and your head falls back in a whine. But after a few seconds not moving, your body finally welcomes him totally and it becomes so good to feel him that you start to shake.

“G-God… Sam…” you moan, grabbing his waist to make him move.

His stomach trembles and he lets out a long exhale, like he had been holding his breathe.

           His first thrusts are slow and gentle, even if his grunts are still wolf-like : The perfect balance between dangerous and sweet, powerful and cautious… Sam Winchester. His head falls on your shoulder and he bites it, the move of his lips getting a little more sharp.

“Ah!” you scream when his teeth surprise you with a delicious scratch.

“Be quiet baby” he groans in your ear, before one of his hands lets go of your thigh to silent you.

The feeling of his oh-so-powerful hand on your mouth, and the smell of yourself on it make you crave even more and your whimpers fill every one of your breaths. Your walls pulse around him, making him hold back low moans against your skin.

           Usually, when an orgasm builds inside you, you feel every steps of it, the waves of pleasure slowly coming up… Not this time. No waves before the tsunami.

Your vision goes blank and you feel your all body reacting without your consent. Your lungs burn and your legs convulse. You feel something warm soak you and hear the wet sounds of his now erratic thrusts in your head. The pleasure is almost too much and tears roll on your face.

“Sh-shit…” he mutters, his hand almost bruising your face.

The last thing you can feel before you pass out is his cock twitching furiously and his burning cum filling you.

“Saaam…”

             You feel so good, but you can’t move, like your body had melt entirely. Opening your eyes, you meet Sam’s perfect face. He’s caring you into the woods, steady and upright, his muscular arms holding you in the safest place in the world.

           You look up and admire the stars around his head. Your hand is the first to obey again and you reach his face, catching his attention. He smiles with his heart on his face, like only can do, and you snuggle against him.

           Your tent seems so small when he puts you in it, the little warm light in it perfect for your peaceful bliss.

“Stay…” you whisper and he smiles again.

Taking his shirt off, he comes close to you and the beast is gone. He nuzzles in your chest, wrapping his arms around your body.

“I didn’t hurt you, Y/n ? Tell me…” he asks in a murmur while his hand comes under your shirt in your back.

“Sammy… this was… the best” you blush, putting your two hands in his hair to keep him close to you.

He chuckles and snuggles a little closer, making the fabric of the tent move because he touches every corner of it. You’re messy and sticky, but you are truly happy for the first time in your life.

           Silence slowly lays on you two letting you hear the wind in the willow. You kiss Sam’s hair praying he will stay, praying you could keep the man you love so close to you.

Not just until morning…

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Cover: Murder in Paradise -- two husbands poisoned, what do the wives know? 

Page 1: Chatter -- Sandra Oh on wanting to be on Scandal after reading the script, Chris Pratt on thinking wife Katherine Schwarzenegger Pratt laughed a lot when they first met, Charlize Theron on her relationship with Sean Penn, Patti LaBelle on how she feels at 76, Zoe Kravitz on how former Catwoman Michelle Pfeiffer reacted to her taking on the role 

Page 2: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Jennifer Aniston shows off her tat, Mary J. Blige releases her own wine, a golden retriever turns 20, NASA honors pioneer Mary Jackson, The Princess Bride gets a quarantine makeover 

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Page 6: StarTracks -- The BET Awards -- Amanda Seales, Roddy Ricch and DaBaby, Beyonce, Michelle Obama 

Page 7: Alicia Keys, John Legend, Chloe x Halle, Wayne Brady 

Page 8: First Look-- Jennifer Hudson and Marlon Wayans and Forest Whitaker in the biopic Respect based on the life of Aretha Franklin 

Page 9: Fun in the Sun -- pregnant Ciara in a pink bikini, Cindy Crawford in a hot tub, Britney Spears and Sam Asghari wearing masks oceanside, Colin Jost goes surfing in the Hamptons, the new Bachelor Matt James went wakeboarding with the old Bachelor Tyler Cameron 

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tipped | edward nygma x reader

“what goes up, must come down.”

reader gender: female

words: 2536

warnings: SUICIDAL IDEATION, mention of gore, violence, abuse, paranoia, trauma, ed didn’t stopped being evil while i was gone. he’s not dark!ed, he’s just ed, and edward is a villain.

notes: hey there, kiddos. sorry it took me so long. i’ve had this part done for a while, but i’ve got another bajillion words to add. i cut it in half once again for your ease of reading. please leave a comment or shoot me a message! gonna try my best to get back into writing!

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART SIX

also available on: AO3

The next morning, she put on a plain dress that extended just past her knees, made her hair appear presentable, and made way to the church. [Y/N] had used the phone just for a few minutes yesterday, attempting to find the cathedral’s number from the directory. When she got the information she needed, she made contact and asked when confession was.

Lucky for her, it was sooner than she’d hoped.

The confession booth was small and claustrophobia-inducing, and her paranoia rang vicious bells all around her psyche. She swallowed her fear, however, and crossed herself. “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned,” Her tone was low, quivering, “It’s been… Probably close to a decade since my last confession.” Was it doubly wrong to lie to a priest?

She interrupted herself, “Pardon me, father… That wasn’t honest.”

“Take your time, daughter. I am listening,” The priest calmly replied, his age-wizened voice spreading over her like a warm breeze.

“I’m not Catholic. I have never been,” [Y/N] breathed, trying vainly to soothe her nerves, “I’ve never been to confession, nor would I know how to give confession…”

He did not speak, and so she continued.

“I’m am guilty of a great many things, father, and I don’t know that I’d ever personally been able to atone for them, but I need help,” She said, fighting through the strangle of tears, “I wrote down what I have to say… It might not be safe to say such things out loud. Forgive me.” Her fingers pressed a well-folded piece of paper through the decorative gaps in the confession booth, hoping beyond hope that he would accept it.

The priest took the note from the woman, taking just a few short minutes to read it in its entirety. He made a small sound of grief, of pity, and received a small sob in return for his acknowledgment. “Is this what you need me to do, my daughter?

[Y/N]’s cries became ugly, sloppy, but she couldn’t help it. Her heart was so shattered, so suffocated beyond repair. It seemed like a century had passed since a stranger had so easily offered their assistance. “Please, please - it’s all I could ever ask for. I’m so scared, I’m so-”

“You need not plead any longer. It shall be done as you have asked,” He interjected softly, and she heard him rise from his place, and step quietly from the booth.

She did not follow. She didn’t want to leave the sudden comfort of the tiny room that protected her from unwanted stimuli. She didn’t want to leave the little box of forgiveness for a world that was tinged with green.

When the priest returned, he extended his hand towards her and guided the woman from her hiding place. His expression was grave, and he could barely stand to look at her.

Her blood went cold. She’d been so close. She could’ve tasted freedom only seconds ago, just to have it snatched from her needy grip.

The father undid his collar, frustration in hands that had been so peaceful for so long. He gripped the cross that rested around his neck, and gracefully removed it, before turning to place it around the head of [Y/N]. It pained him to see the look of confusion, of loss in her eyes.

“God has forgiven you, daughter, and I must ask that you forgive me in return,” The priest lamented, before turning away from her, “It seems it is no longer my place to offer advice - but may you also forgive yourself.”

He would not make a return to his place in the Catholic church.

An old, feeble nun gripped her by the elbow, gently leading her into a side room, away from all the stained glass and overused pews. She sat her down at a table; a simple, landline phone lies in its round center. The nun’s hands grasped [Y/N]’s shoulders just moments before she left her alone.

With bated breath, the isolated woman awaited his call. When the phone finally rang, she still hadn’t fully prepared herself, listening to the ring for several seconds more, her teeth gnawing at the skin of her knuckles until her lips were painted with blood. There would be no ignoring him. She picked up the phone and did not speak.

“Once again, you color me surprised, Miss [L/N]. Using a priest to do your dirty work? Terrible. I hope you don’t mind that I took a page out of your book, then,” Edward began, sounding quite like a man who had just won the jackpot, “Don’t bother responding. Just follow my instructions, and no one will be hurt. You have God as my witness.”

She couldn’t breathe. She wished that she wouldn’t.

His voice was crisp, commanding, “Turn around. There is a set of stairs - take them to the top. When you get to the balcony, wait for further direction.”

[Y/N] didn’t move - she didn’t want to, certainly, but her legs felt like gelatin just sitting down, how would they ever carry her all that way?

Edward didn’t relent, barking into the receiver, “Move - now!”

She scrambled to her feet, dropping the phone on the table and beginning her ascent. Flights passed her by, and she peered out of the windows as she marched towards whatever fate was sure to meet her. The people below were busy - probably content, and absolutely oblivious to her peril. In one of her frequent moments of morbidity, she saw her intestines decorating the cathedral spires, painting the church’s outside walls with the blood of a sinner.

This isn’t your fault, you didn’t deserve this. This isn’t your fault, you didn’t deserve this. This isn’t your fault, you didn’t deserve this.

In the middle of the balcony sat another telephone, its winding cord disappearing off towards a distant wall. When it rang this time, she didn’t hesitate to pick it up.

“Nicely done - you’ve proved you can follow instructions, imbecile,” Ed vibrated, the sick sound of joy clearly evident in his words, “What I will ask you to do next is very simple. When I hang up, you will climb onto the balcony ledge. I hope your balance is good, [Y/N], but you won’t be there for long.”

She spoke lowly into the phone, “Do you want me to jump? Is that what you’re looking for? Cause... I’m not exactly afraid of heights…”

“Did I tell you to jump? Clearly, I’ve overestimated your ability to listen. I would say that insubordination deserves punishment, but we’ll have plenty of time for that later,” He chattered, hardly able to contain his excitement.

“Just looking out for you, Eggma. I know you want this to be as painful as possible.”

“It’s adorable to see you pretend to know anything about me,” Ed teased, completely ignoring her jab before his tone grew serious again, forceful, “Get on the ledge, or people will die.”

He hung up before [Y/N] had the chance to ask who he planned to hurt. She placed the phone lightly back in its place and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress. In her overwhelmed state, she nearly forgot to be afraid, but the knocking of her knees together reminded her that she was still wasn’t as strong as she needed to be. Could she not be like Jim Gordon? Or Chryssie? Or Kristen? Or the priest? Why did she crumble when it mattered most? Why couldn’t she stand her ground? Tears rampaged down her face for the zillionth time in the past months, and she pressed her hands to the stone ledge, pushing herself up onto it.

Her eyes were immediately trained downwards, the safety of the confessional booth was now light years away. She calculated that the balcony was roughly over one-hundred feet in the air and that a nice tumble onto the thin rug below would effectively kill her. The prospect of death was tempting, tantalizing, and the urge rested against the small of her back. [Y/N] stared at the pews, all aligned in perfect little rows for the masses to gather in during sermons. She imagined, like she always did, that none of this had happened to her. Kristen hadn’t died, Jim Gordon never went to prison, her sanity was never stolen, and Edward Nygma was never born.

The fantasy had yet to fail at comforting her.

An acronym was what broke through her daydream, an acronym that she’d heard for a generally happy several months of her life. In any other situation, perhaps it would have been a blessing to hear those four letters.

“G-C-P-D!” A strong, booming voice cracked the foundations of her reverie, bringing the woman back down to Earth with a figurative splat.

Jim Gordon gazed up from the ground floor of the church, seeing the teetering form of [Y/N] [L/N], a former coworker that he’d known so little of during her time at the precinct. Cursing to himself, he started for the stairs, his partner taking the lead in coaxing her down.

“Miss [L/N], we are here to help you!” Harvey Bullock called upwards, raising his voice despite the silence of the cathedral, “Suicide is not the answer - please step down from the ledge, and we will get you the assistance you need!”

Typical Harvey. He was well-meaning, but not completely helpful. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his words, fighting the urge to laugh out loud. No one appeared to notice, however, thanks to the distance between them. She put her hands up in surrender, turning just slightly to step back onto the level ground, when she spotted the slithering form of Edward Nygma, winding his way between the officers behind Bullock.

Suddenly, she remembered why the implications of suicide had been so tempting. He stared up at her, his expression unreadable regardless of her vantage point. What alarmed her most was the curling of his right arm through the crook of her girlfriend’s elbow.

She let out a cry of frustration, of exasperation - would [Y/N] never be free of this man? Would her friends ever be safe? Would she ever have control of her life again?

While she would have loved to continue her turmoil over taking a leap, the strong arms of James Gordon wrapped around her middle, tugging her, unwilling, from the balcony ledge. Having just breached the boundaries of hysteria, she let out a deafening shriek, catching the marble rim with the tips of her fingers, stopping Jim from tearing her away from what felt like the only escape she had left.

The detective’s brow furrowed at her resistance, but he knew he shouldn’t be surprised. She was a woman in distress - distress that reached the point of wanting to die. Inwardly, he tried not to think about how close he’d been to the same position in the recent past.

Granted, he’d been hypnotized by a psychotic madman, but it didn’t mean the impulse wasn’t there. A part of him considered her reasons, to which he’d collected just a few, and wondered if she was being coerced as he was.

He pushed the thought into the back of his head for later, pulling firmly on the woman’s waist until she lost her grip on the ledge. What really surprised him, however, was how rapidly her hands went from the stone to his eyes. Jim let out a grunt of pain, his face pinching together in an attempt to avoid the assault, his arms still wrapped around her to keep the woman from jumping. What hurt more than her fingernails against his face, was how goddamn loud she was screeching.

“You can’t do this to me. I have nowhere else to go!” [Y/N] screamed, battering around the man’s head, frantic in her attempt to get him off of her. This would likely be the last chance she got in a long, long time - if she had any idea where she was headed.

The struggle didn’t last much longer. A few more officers joined Gordon’s side, one of them making an executive decision to tase the suicidal woman. She immediately dropped, stiff like a board, but the cop held it for almost fifteen of the thirty recommended seconds before Jim reprimanded him.

“Officer, stand down,” He bellowed, lying [Y/N] on the ground before she could get hurt during the fall. When he was sure his colleague had stopped, he leaned down to check on the female who’d been so keen on dying just moments before. With help, James pulled her back to her feet, letting her use him as a crutch.

As they started to lead her downstairs, she grappled with her feelings, with her body, with her tongue - mostly unable to form words. This was the only time she’d be separate enough from Edward to tell them what was going on. But was he listening? How would she know? Was his plan still to hurt innocents if she didn’t cooperate, as she’d done thus far (she assumed)? Had she even cooperated at all? What was for dinner?

[Y/N]’s teeth were clicking and chattering far too much for her to even attempt to speak in the first place. She didn’t quite feel herself getting tased - or at least didn’t feel the electricity coursing through her - but she definitely felt the effects. Her muscles locked up all over her body - head to toe, and back again. Screams of pain, of terror, of confusion - they tore up her throat and sat, paralyzed, underneath her tongue. She had said so many things, asked so many questions, pleaded for them to stop hurting her, but she was dumbstruck, and in reality, said nothing at all. Now that the tasing had ceased, she felt around her cottonmouth for the syllables that had been so deeply swallowed.

This wasn’t the first time she’d been tased. Curious fifteen-year-olds tend to do stupid things around unsupervised stun guns. One that was used for public defense, however - it was a little more effective. Consciously, she knew that it didn’t particularly hurt, but the sensation was so very, very uncomfortable. And while she would never go out of her way to get electrocuted again, if the opportunity arose in a social situation, [Y/N] probably would. Stupid? Yes, but she enjoyed playing devil’s advocate for the sake of experience.

Maybe that made her a little like Edward, she thought, but there was an incredibly fine line between playing devil’s advocate, and just being the devil.

Was it appropriate to think about the devil in God’s house?

In her mental limbo, she’d missed her chance entirely to tell the cops what was going on. If the walk had taken any longer, the battered woman probably would’ve forgotten what was happening in the first place. They rounded the corner, coming back into the central chamber of the church, and [Y/N] was greeted with a new perspective on the place that she’d nearly jumped from. Suddenly, ghostly images of her fallen corpse spread across her cerebrum, painting the wooden benches with her blood. She promptly bent in half, her vomit narrowly missing Jim’s shiny combat boots.

[sanderchu]

hey sand !!! im so sorry about your finger :C my pups are sending you lots of kisses!!!

since you messaged me abt my request, im here to write it again because why not :D

so i recently read your prince!tommy x maid!reader and I LOVED IT SO MUCH OH EM GEEEEEE (to the anon who requested that: youre a fucking genius <3)

i was wondering if you could do something like that except with a little twist 👀

maybe like a prince!ranboo x princess (gn)!reader where ran's parents (king and queen. NOT PHIL AND KRISTEN!!!) invite y/n's family over for some dinner party thing and ran's parents make fun of y/n in some way

and like ran gets protective (WOOOOO LOVE ME SOME PROTECTIVE PRINCE!RAN😍😍😍) and then brings y/n to like a flower field or something (original, i know *hairflip*) and confesses to them?????? :0

IF THIS IDEA IS TRASH IM SORRY AHJDHJKJAHSDJHKS

feel free to add/remove whatever you please!! :D

GET BETTER SOON!!! *huggies* <3 /p

-ur fave mutual, lana banananana ;)

In the flower field 

note: im slowly writing more and more wtf- for that reason im not letting my editor edit it bc of how long it is-

Reader: male!reader 

[writing] or hcs 

Royal au! 

Prince ranboo, royalty reader 

Starts with y/n's pov

"start getting ready” I hear my mom say from outside my door soon having her footsteps walk away. “I will” I said as I went to my closet and picked out my clothes. Tonight was the night I had a dinner party with ranboo, his family aka the host and other kingdoms from across the nations. Prince ranboo at that. We would always hang out and were pretty close with each out, practically inseparable. On the other hand, ranboos parents wished we were separated, ranboo’s parents never liked me since they saw me grow up and I didn't understand why but got over it after a while. 

end of y/n's pov

You finished buttoning your shirt and made your way out the door. You make your way to the front of your kingdom where both your parents can be seen in the ride waiting for you. Your mom motioned you in a rude manner with her hand to get in already so you complied and quickly got in sitting next to your father. “You better hope we aren't late because of you” your mom scoffed, giving you a stern look. All you could was awkwardly smile and nod your head, “it won't happen again” 

After what felt like hours you made it to the whole event. You watched out the vehicle's window ranboo with his parents there looking like he was greeting everyone with his parents. Your butler opened the vehicle's door, you and your family stepped outside and your mom and dad immediately made their way to ranboos parents. You followed behind staying behind your parents and noticed ranboo looking at you a bit red, thinking it was the heat since it was a bit hot. You just gave him a little wave. Soon enough everyone went inside making you and your parents separate as they went to go talk to other people and you just stood near the drinks. 

You were observing the crowd of people until you heard what sounded like a crash of glass making you turn your head. “WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU THAT YOU KEEP TREATING THEM LIKE SHIT BUT THEIR PARENTS LIKE GODS '' it was ranboo. You walked closer to the scene in the now completely silent ball room. You saw ranboo standing there with true anger in his eyes as his parents stood there shocked. By the looks of it he dropped his drink out of anger as well. Before his parents could react he ran out of the ballroom. Everything was silent for a few more seconds but you didn't care you walked right out that ballroom going to check on ranboo. 

You knew exactly where he went, the flower field, you and Ranboo always hung there and it was his favorite spot to be at. With your correct guess you saw ranboo standing there looking at the sky, “you ok?” By breaking the silence you scared ranboo a bit making him quickly turn his head, “oh, yeah” you walked up to him and stood next to him. “Thanks for protecting me” he was obvious he was talking about you during that fight so you felt honored, “it was nothing” he chuckled looking at you. You both looked at each other with the moon light shining on each other. “y/n..I like you..” ranboo said, looking at you with a sad nervous expression. 

You smiled in return and kissed him under the stars. Panicked but relieved in a way he kissed back. As you both parted lips still inches apart you mumbled, “i thought it was just me” before pacing your lips together once more.