#The assistant (4) - Lawyers
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The assistant (4) - Lawyers
Summary: You are invisible most of the time.
Pairing: Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant(plussized)!Reader
Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader
A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.
Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, fat shaming,
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<< Part 3
Three weeks later, Jake’s café, …
“How can I help you Ms. Y/L/N?" Lloyd was right, his brother Andy looks like he’s got a stick up his ass. He watches you closely as you try to check your CV again. “Miss, I came here to help you. The least you can do is pay attention to me.”
“Stop bugging her,” Lloyd marches toward your table. “We asked you to come here to check if we could sue the Avengers or Stark. Golden boy or not, I want to fuck him over.”
“Lloyd, language,” Andy lifts his gaze from the papers in front of him. He sneers and turns his attention back to the papers.
Lloyd sighs deeply as you say, “I don’t want to sue Mr. Stark or the Avengers." Tony has always been kind to me. What happened was not his fault. I will just move on and get another job.”
“You’re too good for this world, cupcake.”
“I’m just used to things like this, Lloyd,” you say with a cracked smile. “I’m a big girl in any way. Steve Rogers and Sandy are not the first people to harass me and won’t be the last.”
“Miss, I don’t know you very well, but harassment is a crime,” Andy says. “If you don’t want to sue Mr. Stark, I understand. But we can sue Steve Rogers. He was the one harassing you. I will damage his reputation so much he wishes he had never gotten the serum.”
“There he is,” Ari grabs his brother’s shoulders, squeezing hard. “I know you still have it in you. Our bad boy is back!”
“Hands off Ari,” Andy snaps at his brother. It was just legal advice I gave to Miss Y/L/N. It won’t be easy, though. Everyone loves Captain America. If we do this, it’s going to be a long and difficult fight.”
“Can I not shoot him a little?” Lloyd asks.
“What?” You snap your head at Lloyd. “No violence, Lloyd. I just…can we not forget about all of this? Mr. Stark offered to pay me my wages for the rest of the year. He even offered me a better position but…”
“You didn’t want to run into that asshat Rogers,” Jake says. He balances a tray filled with your favorite sins. “All for you, sweetie.”
“Jake, I told you I wanted to lose weight. Your creations don’t help me at all,” you whine as you look at the cupcakes and cookies on the plate Jake places in front of you.
Jake violently shakes his head and says, “No…no, you’ll eat up, Y/N. I made them all for you.”
“Mike is on his way,” Curtis says to the brothers and you at the table. “What is the plan now? Do we sue that blonde boy, or do we break his neck?”
“No breaking necks,” Andy huffs. “You all didn’t change one bit. This domestic façade. The café. The legal business. Nothing can hide who you really are.”
“Well, sunshine,” Lloyd grips the back of Andy’s chair and leans close enough to whisper in Andy’s ear, “we are gangsters. Always were. You didn’t have a problem with taking the money to pay for your study, the house, and all the shiny things your wife wanted you to buy.”
Andy balls his hands into fists. He squares his jaw. His eyes flicker toward you. You can see he tries to hold his anger back as the seconds tick by.
Andy takes several deep breaths. No matter what, he keeps his gaze on you. “I never wanted money. You gave it to me, Lloyd. I knew it was to get rid of me.”
“Nonsense,” Curtis huffs. “You always dreamed big. Daddy’s money wasn’t good enough for you any longer. We weren’t good enough for you. You had started a family and forgot about your brothers.”
“Maybe if your only solution wasn’t violence and threatening people I would’ve stayed. But all of you refused to change and let me give the family business a legal façade and…then I came back, and you’ve got a coffee house chain.”
“Oh, tell Y/N every dirty detail about our business, why don’t you?” Jake snaps at Andy. “We tried to keep her out of this! And this is not a coffeehouse chain. It’s a café, and bakery with a reading corner and free Wi-Fi.”
“What do you mean?" Andy searches your eyes again. “Fuck…you should’ve told me so.”
“Yeah, fuck sunshine,” Lloyd slaps the back of Andy’s head. “Cupcake, I guess the cat is out. Now you are part of the organization. Welcome to the family.”
“What? "I-what?" you ask as you try to figure out what just happened. You assumed Lloyd and his brothers didn’t make money the legal way, but ending up as a part of their criminal organization wasn’t in your plans. “Will I get paid?”
Lloyd throws his head back and starts laughing. He holds his stomach, snorting and chuckling as Jake throws his hands up.
Ari and Curtis shrug while turning their attention to the food on the table. Only Andy still looks at you. “Sorry for my idiot brothers. They are a handful.”
“It’s fine,” you hastily say. “They helped me through a rough patch. And I get free cupcakes here every day.”
“We will find the perfect position in our organization for you. You’ll never have to work for these assholes again,” Lloyd says. He still snorts slightly but tries to keep a straight face. “Just promise me I can pay Mr. Goldilocks back for his behavior.”
“Perfect position."
“…and free cupcakes, “ Jake adds. “We have all this paperwork and most of my brothers hate doing it. I’m the only one taking care of this shit. But I’m busy with the website and marketing. You’ll be an angel saving me from all the paperwork I’m drowning in.”
“Do you want to sue Rogers now or not?” Andy leans back in his chair and looks at you. “Doll, you need to talk to your lawyer.”
“All I want is to forget about Sandy, Steve Rogers, and my former job. I liked working in the tower, but it was never meant to be a long-term position. I wanted to open my own business one day.”
“What kind of business?” Andy asks. He seems to be a bit more relaxed around his brothers now.
“I don’t know. I always liked to bake, and I love flowers…books too. I never thought much about it, to be honest. I dreamed of opening my business, but…”
“You never believed it would actually happen?” he asks. “If you had one wish, what would it be?”
“Can we stop that wishy-washy nonsense now? We still need to find a way to pay that asshole back.”
“Don’t forget Sandy, with Y,” Jake grits out. "I want to pay her back too. She harassed our girl. Y/N is my friend. I won’t let that woman get away with it.”
Five hours later you are curled up on Jake’s comfortable couch. The brothers wanted you to come with them tonight. Rumors say a fight is taking place in New York.
One involving the Avengers.
“Why do you think this place is safer?” You yawn and rub your tired eyes. “Lloyd?”
“You must trust me in this, cupcakes. This house is the safest place in this rotten world,” Lloyd pats your head. "We have prepared a room for you. Upstairs.”
“Got it,” you flutter your eyes shut. “Thank you…all of you…”
“Truth or dare, gentlemen,” Lloyd looks around the table. All seats are taken for the first time in years. “Andy, Mike, welcome back.”
“Lloyd,” Mike nervously glances at his brother, “I wanted to apologize for your car. I will pay you back for it.”
“Good.”
“Lloyd,” Jake pokes his brother’s side. Is there anything else you would like to say to Mike?”
“It’s good that you don’t look like shit anymore,” Lloyd grins. “We are proud of you for fighting your addiction, brother. Welcome home.”
“I came back as Curtis said you needed help with a girl.”
“She needs our help. We're gonna teach Captain America a lesson now that he messed with her," Lloyd whispers.
>> Part 5
The assistant
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phoenix is never just some guy, not to mention he shouldve died like 5 times now but he kept on surviving somehow. but really when i think about it. apollo and athena both have special abilities that theyre born with. but phoenix was never really special. he was just an art student. he has the ability of knowing when someone lies to him because he has a magatama - but that he got from maya. he would've kept on being a normal art student, but edgeworth motivated him to go into laws. he grew into a competent attorney by mia's guidance. he never loses to anyone in poker because he has trucy's help. he is neither a magic child or an empath, he was born just some guy. he only became special because of the people around him.
#duri vs aa#i guess the reason why i dont feel particularly attached to apollo nor athena#is because i got to watch phoenix grow#and i feel like the emotional stakes in aa1 is a lot higher than aa4 5#you have to defend your friend in 1-1#your mentor dies in 1-2 and you gotta defend her sister#1-3 is a normal case just to give phoenix a breather#and 1-4 is defending your long lost friend that was the reason you went into laws to begin with#and unlike phoenix who was a stumbling new lawyer with a moutain girl for assistant and whose mentor was killed early in his journey#apollo has PHOENIX a decent lawyer for a mentor and he also has an innate ability and trucy for an assistant#and klavier was never hostile towards him; very much unlike early edgworth#so the stake in aa4 is. yea like it doesnt really pull me in#when i was playing it the only character im concerned with is phoenix#but. yeah. of course i will still play these game#but nothing they made and will make will ever be aa1-3
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as an american citizen, you have the right to assemble. the police and other governmental agencies violate this right through mass arrests, illegal use of force, criminalization of protest and other means that threaten our right to free expression.
DO NOT TALK TO THE POLICE:
they are not your friends. they are not there to protect you, regardless of your race. their presence there is to protect the interests of the state.
what to do if you are detained or stopped by the police:
do not resist, even if you think they are violating your rights.
calmly ask someone to record.
ask if you’re free to leave. if you are, walk away.
how to stay safe during a protest:
write phone/legal aid numbers on your body. bring a sharpie for others to do this.
ALWAYS use the buddy system. don’t be selfish & stick to your own friend group. if you see someone alone, invite them into your circle.
don’t know where to seek legal aid?
before attending/during a protest, visit http://nlg.org/chapters/#massdefense.
NLG chapters are organized into regions. find. your region and write their number on your body.
encourage others around you to write that same number on their body.
4. if you are threatened with or under arrest:
you have the right to know why you’re being arrested. calmly ask. if they refuse to provide a reason, stay quiet and ask for legal representation immediately.
do not give any information or sign anything without a lawyer present.
what to do with your phone during a protest:
put your phone on airplane mode
disable face ID/touch, replace with 6-digit passcode instead
spreading awareness is great but avoid posting photos of people that include identifying features.
police want everyone to leave the area, what should that look like:
shutting down a protect through a dispersal order must be the last resort for police.
a clear danger must be present.
police must give adequate time for protesters to disperse and an exit route.
what are your rights if you’re being stopped or detained by police:
you do not have to consent to you or your belongings being searched. if you consent, anything can be used against you in court.
police can conduct a “pat down” if they suspect you have a weapon.
if you see someone being detained, what should you do:
record the interaction. police can not demand to view or delete any footage without a warrant.
use calming affirmations towards the person being detained. they are likely scared. be there for them.
use whatever privilege you have to protect others.
if you see a disabled person struggling, offer to help. find medics to assist people experiencing anxiety or having a panic attack. if you see a BIPOC being harassed, surround them.
personal note on using your privilege: i have seen white people, countless times, place themselves in front of BIPOC when police draw weapons/approach protests. it often works.
do not be a person that just acknowledges their privilege, use it for good.
10. remember that we protect us. ignite this chant as a reminder to everyone present if you have to. communities are supposed to help one another. don’t be a sell out, offer support, share resources, food and water. be a kind soul.
if you can not participate in a protest for whatever reason, you can still help! drop-off supplies! (water bottles, allergy-friendly foods/snacks with ingredients labels on them, sharpies, cards with legal aid numbers on them, masks, makeup remover wipes, hand sanitizer, etc)
sources/disclaimer: main source:
@ACLU and my own opinions. this is not legal advice. consult legal representation if you are in need of assistance.
stay safe, be on the right side of history. black lives matter, no one is illegal, we protect us, land back, all oppression is connected and free palestine. 🇵🇸
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(Un)natural Instincts (Part 3)
angst, fluff, smut
Pairings: OT7 x Fem Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.
Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.
Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4
General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property, future smut (Minors DNI, 18+ content)
Specific Warnings: torture collars, needles, surgical collar removal (implied not shown), drugs, one mention of euthanasia, misogyny in the workplace
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Jungkook tries to hide behind you the second he walks into Dr. Gong’s office. The doctor greets both of you in a friendly manner, guiding Jungkook to the patient bed while you stand close by.
You can tell she wants to ask about the collar, but refrains. Even if she did, you’d have to make up some lie, as the product isn’t officially released yet. But you’re thankful she doesn’t. Dr. Gong is one of the top hybrid doctors in the country, and you’re sure her usual clientele expect her not to ask questions when it comes to their hybrids.
She wastes no time checking the wolf’s vitals and getting the needle ready.
Jungkook turns his head away when the blood is being drawn, choosing to look at your face instead. You make sure to tell him how good he’s doing every three seconds.
The receptionist comes in with an assortment of drinks and snacks as you wait for the results to come through. The second you give permission, Jungkook is diving his hands straight to the banana milk, making both you and the doctor chuckle.
“How did you do it Ms. Shin?”
“Do what?”
“Domesticate a 40% wolf hybrid? I mean, it’s remarkable. You two must have a really great bond.”
Yeah…a great bond.
You chuckle nervously, “We do.”
You and the doctor make more small-talk as Jungkook eats and drinks his way through every snack in front of him. When the results finally come in, the smile from Dr. Gong’s face drops immediately.
“What’s the matter? Is it severe? What’s the allergy?”
“It’s not severe, very mild actually…but the substance…”
“What is it Doctor?”
“Y/N, I need you to be completely honest with me, have you been giving Jungkook any substances lately?”
Substances? The hormones are in his bloodstream, but there couldn’t be anything sketchy in there when it’s been patented…could there?
“What substance did you find?”
“Fevocaine. To be specific, when I did an allergy test, fevocaine showed up. However, when I ran a secondary drug test specifically for fevocaine detection, the report was all clear. This is an advanced version of the drug that somehow goes undetected when tested for, I would have had no idea if not for the allergy test. You know how serious this is, don’t you? I’m going to need to get the police involved.”
Fevocaine? One of the most high-alert drugs on the government’s system? Oh…Kang was done for.
___
It’s not long after you, Dr. Gong, and Jungkook sit with the authorities that the Pet Paradise research facility gets raided. You guide the police there yourself, watching researchers scramble as their hormone development lab is found stashing copious amounts of the banned drug.
A special type of joy overtakes you when you see Kang Byung-hun grace the TV the next day, handcuffed and yelling over and over again about how he did nothing wrong. You know better than to think it’s over, as Kang’s lawyers are sure to put up a fight, but right now you just want to celebrate this moment. Jungkook watches alongside you, letting the question on the tip of his tongue drop at last.
“Does this mean I can see my pack again?”
“I don’t see why not. I’ll talk to the feds and figure it out.”
That’s the first time Jungkook hugs you, sobbing happy tears into your shoulder.
You have your schedule cleared for the next day, taking an emergency leave for the first time in your career.
“We really have to thank you once again for your cooperation, Ms. Shin. I know you’re a very busy woman.”
The head of the investigation, Special Agent Kwon, ushers you into a seat in his office.
“I’m just glad this is all sorted out. Fevocaine is no light matter.”
“It definitely is not. May I ask what brings you here today? If I remember correctly, we got all the statements we needed from you already.”
“I’m here to follow-up on what will happen to the hybrids. Jungkook is still under my care, and as you can imagine, he’s dying to be reunited with his pack.”
“Ah yes, I’m sure. Well, we’d love to reunite them. Thankfully, the fevocaine was given in doses too low to leave long-term impact, so the plan is to de-collar and give all the hybrids to the state.”
“To the state? Like an adoption center.”
“Precisely.”
“But they’re 40% wolf…they won’t ever be adopted once the collar wears off. Will they be released into the wild?”
Agent Kwon shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
“We can’t release lab-hybrids into the wild.”
“So then what?”
More uncomfortable shifting.
“If they can’t be adopted, the shelter will have to consider euthanasia.”
No. Absolutely the fuck not.
“Let me take them.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I’ll adopt all six right now.”
“Ms. Shin, I don’t think that’s—”
“Rational? Probably not. But it’s better than the alternative. You and I both know no state-funded rehab is going to make a difference. I can give them what the government can’t. I can give them an actual fair shot at life.”
There’s a pause as the agent mulls it over.
“If you’re that adamant about it, I’ll see if I can figure something out.”
You get a call later that day, telling you that you have clearance to go ahead with the adoption procedures. It’s the first time you initiate a hug with Jungkook, telling him the good news.
“Thank you Y/N. Thank you so much. I don’t know how we’ll ever repay the kindness you’ve shown us.”
He’s sobbing again, and you hold him steady in your arms.
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It’s the next day and you can’t help but feel antsy about your driver taking Jungkook to Dr. Gong without you. You know he doesn’t like doctors, but he needs his collar off as soon as possible.
You’re in the office kitchen when you get a call to begin the adoption process. All the worrying over the hybrids has you completely forgetting where you are and how you’re seen here—because the next thing you know, gossip is running wild.
And now you’re seen as everything you didn’t want to be.
The men aren’t exactly subtle, making jabs about how you’ve been an emotional push-over this entire time and how the mask is finally slipping off. You try to ignore it, but you can’t escape.
“Maybe she’ll invest in the HoloPad if we give her a sob story for it. She’ll buy six versions herself, I bet.”
“You think she has some supercharged maternal instincts from bottling it down all these years? She sees the six as her little babies?”
“This is going to be really good for the company. Six hybrids mean six ways to get dicked down. Maybe she’ll finally stop being a frigid bitch!”
“This was supposed to be the investment that give us our bonuses, and she snitched to the police because she couldn’t handle seeing hybrids cry…not even people…but hybrids! How can anyone take her seriously?!”
You told yourself you’d never cry at work, no matter the countless times you’ve wanted to, but you can’t help the tears from falling today. You’re in your office with the blinds closed, but it still feels like you’ve broken the promise to yourself: the promise to not let the people here break you.
There’s a gentle knock at the door.
“One moment” you say, frantically reaching for the powder foundation to hide your crying face.
“It’s just me.”
You stop, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Come in.”
Yoongi enters tactfully, making sure the door isn’t open enough for anyone to see you.
He sets a mint tea on the table, as well as a packet of ginseng which he mixes into it in front of you.
“Try this, it’ll calm you down.”
You don’t question it. He pats your back as you down the drink, watching over with worry etched into his features. It takes a while for the tears to stop falling and your breathing to steady, but he patiently stays by your side.
“Is it true that you’re adopting all six?”
You nod, putting the now empty cup down.
“The collar effects are going to go down Y/N…it’s way too dangerous.”
“If they do end up clawing my face off, I really think I deserve it at this point.”
It’s your poor attempt at a joke, but Yoongi isn’t laughing.
“Let me move in.”
“Excuse me?”
“Let me move in for a while. I can’t let you live there alone with six wolf hybrids. I won’t.”
“Yoongi, I appreciate you looking out for me, but the last thing I need are additional rumors. The people here are going to have a field day with the sugar-mommy jabs if you move in.”
“Y/N, they’ve been calling me your sugar baby since the second week I’ve been here. They’ve never cared for the truth when it comes to you. We’ll keep it low-key, but if they find out then they find out. Your safety is the priority here.”
He’s got a point. How much could anyone say that hasn’t been said already? And, as much as you’re trying to keep it from showing, you are scared of what could happen once their natural instincts kick in.
“Fine. I’m picking them all up after work tomorrow. I’ll text you when we’re all back home and you can come.”
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The second you open the door to the doctor’s office, you’re ambushed by a mop of brown hair in a hospital gown.
You peel him off to take in his new appearance, with white, blood-stained bandages replacing where the collar once was.
“He was asking for you every five minutes.” Dr. Gong comments from her desk.
“Thank you so much for letting him stay here while I was working.”
“It actually turned out for the good, gave me some time to monitor his vitals and behavior. This isn’t exactly a case I’m used to seeing. I should probably monitor the ones tomorrow too.”
You give Jungkook a sympathetic look as he tugs tightly onto the sleeve of your blouse.
“And I bet you were so good for Dr. Gong, weren’t you Jungkook?”
He looks over in the doctor’s direction, only feeling confident enough to respond once she gives a reassuring nod.
“I w-was. She told me I was really brave.”
“He was scared, but he followed directions really well.”
“I even got a reward! Apparently, these taste really good” He holds up an orange lollipop, only to realize that he’s half-crushed it in his fist. He looks so devastated that you feel bad for wanting to laugh.
“Doc, you don’t happen to have any more of those, do you? I think Jungkook forgot his strength for a second.”
Dr. Gong smiles before tossing another one in his direction.
Jungkook entertains himself on the sofa in the waiting room, watching “Extraordinary Attorney Woo”—aka his first assignment from you. You fondly watch through the window of the office as he pulls out a little notepad and pen, eager to jot down the key points.
You turn your attention back on the doctor, ready to be briefed on next steps.
“As far as I can tell, the collar removal process went as smoothly as possible. I’ll give you a wound care kit and instructions before you leave today, but the wounds should heal in the next twelve days. For the changes inside his body, the synthetic hormones will take around twenty days to fully leave his system. I have to advise you to be careful of your safety as this process occurs, because his high level of wolf can make him dangerous in as little as ten days.”
You let the weight of her words sink in, the whole situation becoming more and more tangible now.
“I’ll be careful.”
She gives a nod before continuing, “I understand the other five are coming for collar removal tomorrow as well. It will be the same for all of them. Oh and one more thing,”
She shuffles through a file before placing a piece of paper in front of you,
“This is a record of his last heat suppressant. He’s due for a shot next week. My guess is that the other five are too, so you can schedule that with the receptionist accordingly.”
You’d been meaning to ask Jungkook when his next heat would be and how to prepare, but you’d completely forgotten heat suppressant shots were a thing; most owners would rather not deal with the “inconvenience” of their hybrids in heat.
“Is it necessary to keep them on it? Their hormones have already been messed with enough.”
“I wouldn’t advise them to be taken off of it for at least the next month. Give some time until after removal of the collar since it’s best to keep everything else in their bodies as stable as we can right now. If you still feel this way after then, you can stop scheduling the shots.”
You nod, “Thank you doctor. You’ve been such a great help throughout all of this.”
___
You wince as you undo the bandages and gauze, seeing the exposed wounds. He jumps the second you touch his skin with a cotton pad, applying the saline solution as gently as you know how, with the antibiotic cream right after.
“Here you go” you say, handing him his prescribed pain meds. “You have to take one every eight hours. It’s really important you don’t forget, or it will hurt really bad. Understand?”
He nods, making a face as he swallows the bitter pill. It’s not even one second after he swallows it that you’re holding the allergy one up in front of his face.
“Are you excited to see your pack tomorrow?”
His face goes from contorting in disgust to the biggest grin imaginable.
“I’m so excited! I missed them so much!”
“I can’t wait to get to know them. They’ll be getting their collars off in the morning, observed for a few hours like you were today, and I’ll pick them up right after work. My assistant will come a bit after, he’s staying over too. You were sleeping last time he was here, so I didn’t get a chance to introduce you.”
“Someone else will be staying too? For the night?”
“For a while actually. He’ll be helping me take care of all of you.”
You don’t dare say the real reason to the boy’s face.
“We won’t cause trouble, I promise! We’ll be really really well-behaved.”
“I bet you will be,” you chuckle, fluffing his hair, “but wound care for all of you is not easy for me to do alone. You’ll all love Yoongi, I promise.”
You aren’t completely lying; having Yoongi here is going to be a huge help in that regard, but the main reason is still because of how wrong all of this can go…because you can’t trust any of them yet…not even your sweet Jungkook.
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Work is the last place you want to be right now, especially with the snickering and gossiping at an all-time high. It doesn’t help that you’re handing over your duties to the COO today, taking three weeks off to properly help all six of the hybrids. It’s the first time you’ve ever taken time off, and you’re paranoid about handing things over to someone else. It’s not like your COO, Hwang Minhyun, isn’t reliable or competent—quite the opposite, actually—but you’re just not used to giving someone control like this. Yoongi assures you he’ll stick by Minhyun’s side for the whole three weeks, reporting everything you need him to, and that makes you breathe a little lighter.
It feels like you’re taking a walk of shame when you leave work.
You know the latest whispers, people saying you’re taking time off because you got your feelings hurt…because you’re too sensitive…
It stings.
But you can’t let it show, and you certainly can’t break down when you have five hybrids waiting for you at Dr. Gong’s.
You drive with infinite worries in your head, almost running a red light on the way.
This time when you enter through the door, there is no hybrid running into your arms. It’s the exact opposite, with five bodies flinching and huddling together in fear—neck bandages matching Jungkook’s. They no doubt remember you as one of the many people ogling them at the facility.
There’s a social worker right by them, but he doesn’t look all too pleased to be there. Hybrid social work is considered the lowest position, and most don’t do it with much diligence.
Dr. Gong brushes past the group to welcome you, “Welcome back Ms. Shin. Happy to say all of the removal procedures went well.”
The social worker steps up,
“Hello Ms. Shin. I’m Jo, the social worker in charge of this case. I’m here to collect a few signatures and hand the hybrids off. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you as well” you say, meeting his handshake.
The hybrids’ ears stand straight on their heads at the mention of being handed off, you see their eyes widen in alarm, one of them—Jimin, you remember—squeaks.
“We-we’re going home with her?”
Jo shushes the wolf, glaring sternly before turning his attention back to you.
“Sorry about that.”
You raise a brow, “Why is he asking that? Surely, they know what’s happening right now?”
He gives a nonchalant shrug, “I don’t think anyone’s told them yet.”
“What do you mean? Why haven’t you told them?”
“With all due respect Ms. Shin, keeping them in the loop isn’t part of my job description. I just need to make sure they follow orders.”
The annoyance on his features makes your right hand itch to slap it off of him, but you take a deep breath, not wanting to make a scene in front of the terrified wolves. You need to be tactical and get them adopted as soon as possible.
“Of course, my apologies.” You deliver your signature tight-lipped smile.
Dr. Gong takes charge of the conversation, speed-running the post-surgery instructions as they are identical to yesterday’s. She tries to give them lollipops, but they start shaking harder and she quickly tucks them back into a drawer.
It’s not long before you’re signing the adoption papers, double checking to make sure Jungkook is included in the agreement as well. It baffles you that he doesn’t even need to be present for his adoption—a clear indicator of how much care the government gives towards hybrid autonomy.
“They’re all yours. I’ll schedule a house-visit in two weeks, to make sure they aren’t a danger to you. If we find anything alarming, the state will take them, as stated in the papers.”
It doesn’t go unnoticed that there’s no mention of whether or not the hybrids are safe. It breaks your heart knowing not even their own social worker cares about that.
“Thank you. I’ll take them off your hands now.”
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The car ride gives you déjà vu, with four of the hybrids in the back, eyes trained on the floor. Namjoon takes the seat beside you, putting on his guard hybrid senses on display as he sits with his chin protruding in deep concentration. He’s the only one not looking down, but instead on the road.
“Sorry for springing all of this on you guys,” No one looks up, but you continue, “Jungkook is so excited to see everyone again.”
Suddenly, ten pairs of eyes are trained on you.
Namjoon speaks in an instant, forgetting to ask for permission in the haze of hearing his youngest packmate’s name “Jungkook? Our Koo?! He’s with you…he’s alive?!”
They really didn’t know a thing.
You can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for them, seeing him get taken away and having no idea if he was even alive. You hope Kang Byung-hun and his researchers are having a great time rotting in their prison cells right now.
“He’s alive and well, got his collar taken off yesterday.” You give the warmest smile you know how.
You hear various sighs of relief, paired with low whispers that you can’t quite make out in the back.
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Two Families Become One- pt 4
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.
Summary: the last addition to this little verse for now- you and Melissa get married.
WC: ~2.45k
With the upcoming wedding, which both you and Melissa had agreed to be a very small gathering of family and the Abbott clan (much to Ellie’s dismay), along with the paperwork for Ellie to become an official Schemmenti just mere days after you, life was more than a little crazy.
Both of you were wrapping up the school year with teaching, Ellie was as hyperactive and excitable as ever with everything coming up, and nothing seemed to calm the chaos that was constantly overtaking your life at this point. It was far and few between at this point that you took her to the park or even got a moment of peace and quiet with your fiancée. No, those days were gone and replaced with various planning meetings- both for school and for your upcoming wedding, because even a small wedding requires much attention- alongside various meetings with the family lawyer that you had hired to ensure that Melissa could adopt Ellie without any flukes.
But the school year wraps up, Barbara helps to assist the two of you with anything from ensuring that your marriage license would be ready by the wedding date a week after classes were done to taking Ellie off of your hands so the two of you could head down to the law firm to finalize paperwork to simply helping organize all of the materials that had been used between both of your rooms to help lessen the ‘organized chaos’.
You remember asking Janine if she would stand there with you- because you wouldn’t have been able to make it through a lot of this without her entertaining your little girl. And of course, Barbara was asked to stand right alongside your soon-to-be wife when the day comes. Both women cried tears of joy as they launched themselves into your arms. Ellie, not wanting to be left out of the hugs, makes her way in and giggles.
You also remember asking the custodian of the school to be the one who marries you. He too had cried tears of joy and promised that he would do the two of you good. Although he was curious as to why you would ask him.
“You’re a part of Abbott too,” you told him quietly, hugging him tightly. “You’re part of the story too.”
And now, here you are standing in front of your family, Melissa’s family, and the rest of the Abbott crew while Mr. Johnson of all people marries the two of you. For a small affair, Ellie had begged you to do as much of a traditional wedding as possible. So, Melissa is standing up at the makeshift alter with Mr. Johnson as you hover over by one of the trees planted in the backyard just out of sight. Ellie is given the silent signal from your fiancée to start walking, and she giggles with glee as she twirls around and throws white rose petals into the yard. When she makes her way to Melissa, the little girl all but grabs her in a hug, forcing her to bend down and return it. With the way that everyone lets out a small, ‘aw’, your daughter hams it up and kisses Melissa’s cheek for good measure before taking her seat next to your mother and Melissa’s grandmother.
When Mr. Johnson hits play on his phone connected to the speaker and your music comes on, you turn away from the tree and make your way over to the ‘aisle’. Your breath catches in your chest as you glance at Melissa for the first time today. She looks… stunning. Her hair is perfectly curled, her makeup is done with precision and care, and she looks absolutely amazing in the white pantsuit that her and Barbara had slaved away at to make sure it fit just right.
Melissa’s mouth quite literally drops open at the sight of you. Tears instantly well in her eyes as she sees how… how perfect you look. You had opted for a white satin dress that you had found on Amazon to cut the costs, and Nonna herself had altered it so that it sat on your shoulders beautifully, the slightest cowl neck hanging just low enough to show off a bit of cleavage. Your hair is down with the softest braided headband to keep the flyaways away, and you smile softly at her. She nods, and you begin walking down with your father, who is an absolute blubbering mess despite already having done this once for you. He gives you away before engulfing the redhead in a hug. He whispers something in her ear, and she just nods gently before kissing his cheek. Your flowers are taken from your hand and given to Ellie, who was delighted when she found out that she would have the duty of holding onto your little bouquet for the ceremony.
You don’t remember much of Mr. Johnson’s opening remarks because you’re too distracted holding onto Melissa’s shaking hands in your own and looking into eyes that match the grass beneath you. It doesn’t much matter though, because Gerald has been given the job of recording everything for the two of you as a wedding gift.
What breaks you out of your trance is the custodian announcing that the two of you have written your own vows. You nod, and Barbara hands you the paper that you gave her to hold onto.
“I- wow,” you whisper as you take her hand again, the other holding the paper with your script on it. You turn to the small group gathered around. “For those of you who don’t know… Melissa and I didn’t actually meet at the school. No, we met after I flew across the country with nothing on my back but a backpack filled with clothes and toys for my daughter while we figured out what we were going to do away from Utah. A month into living with my parents, I was able to find an apartment that would be suitable for me and my little girl, and a week into living there… I met this one- or rather, I saw her. She was coming out of the apartment complex to get into her car, and I was trying to corral Ellie back into the bike trailer to get some dinner. Of course, little girl just had to throw a fit, one that Melissa witnessed.”
“Oopsies!” Ellie giggles, forcing a laugh from everyone in the audience.
“I was beyond embarrassed.” You turn to face your future wife again. “I probably looked like a terrible mother, stressed beyond all belief. And then… you came and knocked on my door, telling me that I looked real stressed and asking if I needed any help. Since then, you have been there for not only me, but for my little girl- soon-to-be our little girl. In the midst of all of my own drama and messiness, I gained a job, a friend, and then I fell for you, and I’m happy to say that I think you fell for me too?” That gets a chuckle out of everyone, including the woman standing in front of you. She nods warmly. “I could not be more grateful for the love and life that you have shown me; walks in the park, a warm home cooked meal on a good day or a bowl of soup when I’m down; flowers just to say ‘I love you’. You have always been there for me through the happy moments and also the moments of insecurity when it came to raising Ellie or a day at work, and I promise you that I will always be here for you- no matter what. Through the good times and the bad, thick and thin- and we’ve had plenty of both, I will spend the rest of my days proving to you that you, and Ellie, are all I could ever need. I will always be here… right by your side, loving you, even if it means that I have to be the one to rescue the stink bugs and take them out of the house.”
The redhead wipes her tears away from her face as she lets go of your hand to grab the paper that she had written on from her jacket pocket.
“Everyone here knows that I wasn’t too keen on getting married a second time,” she starts. “And I was hellbent on keeping that promise to myself, to keep my heart guarded and safe, until I met you and threw everything I knew out the window.”
Mr. Johnson nods his head in agreement, getting a laugh from those who were not standing on the little platform.
“I knew what I was getting into when I realized that I had feelings for you… that there would be times of uncertainty and doubt- times where things got messy, and surely they have,” she awkwardly chuckles. “But I also knew that I was always going to be second in your life… always trailing behind little miss Ellie girl.”
The little girl grins up at the two of you, with wide eyes.
“And second place is not a place that I would usually prefer, but I think I can handle it if it’s to the perfect daughter that you’ve raised and that I now get to help raise. I love you, and I love Ellie more than I ever thought I was capable of. I’ve cherished the good times, loved supporting you and loving you through the bad, and adored every other little moment in between. It has been my absolute honor getting to fall in love with you, and I only continue to fall more in love with you everyday. Everyday, you show me something new that not only surprises me, but gets me to fall that much deeper in love with you. And I know that you will only continue to surprise me and bring an abundance of life and love into my own life, and for that I am eternally grateful to you.”
She reaches up to gently wipe the tear that’s trailing down your face before smiling at you softly.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
“I’m not done,” she smirks at you. She turns to Ellie and waves her up. The little girl looks confused, but she follows the order of her mother. You lift your daughter up to your hip and hold her there as you wait for Melissa to start again.
“I knew that marrying you also meant that I would be marrying into your little family, and I would have to step up and be a second parental figure to Ellie… so I want to make these vows to both of you.”
Ellie clutches at the necklace that the redhead gave to her when she asked if she could formally adopt her, tears already starting to pour down her face, with the biggest smile you think you’ve ever seen.
“I promise to love and support you both through thick and thin. I promise to make spaghetti when Ellie wants it, and to make you chicken noodle soup whenever you aren’t feeling well. I promise that I will always be here to help you through all of your doubts and fears, and I will always be there to celebrate the highs. We’ve been through it all at this point: from the start of our relationship, to celebrating birthdays and milestones at work, to right now. We’ve gotten through this much, and no matter what happens from here on out, I promise to be by your sides, loving you through it all. I promise you, that I will love the people that you become just as much as I love the people that you are today.”
You reach a hand up to wipe at the tears that are now hitting your chest in rapid succession from your little girl as she reaches for Melissa to hold her instead. The redhead of course takes Ellie into her arms, holding her tightly.
“I love you, little girl,” the second grade teacher whispers as she kisses your daughter’s cheeks.
“I love you too, Mommy,” Ellie chokes out.
Then her eyes meet your own. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Then you look to your little girl. “Alright, love bug. Go take your seat so Mom and I can officially get married.”
She squeezes Melissa tightly before letting her go. Then she squeezes you before rushing back to her seat in between your mother and Nonna.
Mr. Johnson says a few more things before he finally announces that the two of you are wife and wife, and then Melissa is dipping you and kissing you with passion. Your crowd hoots and hollers as they celebrate the fact that you’re now married and are a Schemmenti now.
The reception is really just a free for all at the Howard residence, everyone milling about and enjoying the various foods that the Schemmenti ladies had insisted on preparing for you all- their form of a wedding gift to the two of you. Kristen Marie even came and brought the cake from the bakery that she knows you absolutely adore. It’s beautiful, and it tastes even better than it looks.
“Know that if Mel was marrying anyone else,” the blonde tells you lowly. “I woulda brought a shit store-bought cake and laughed. But it’s you, and I know Ma and Nonna would kick my ass if I fucked up today for you and Ellie.”
You just laugh. “Kristen Marie, when are you going to just admit the fact that you love Mel.”
“Never.”
The party goes well into the night, but after a bit, Ellie is exhausted. The Howards have graciously told you that they would take your daughter in for the night, and once you get her settled in the guest room, you and your wife join the party again. It doesn’t last much longer, the older folk heading home for a decent night’s rest, and the younger finding their way out to allow you and your new wife to have a night together.
After helping clean up (despite the Howard protests), you too head out for your own home with promises that you’ll be back to pick up your daughter in the morning.
As soon as you make your way to the threshold, Melissa sweeps you into your arms with a chuckle, and she carries you through the front door. You giggle the entire time, and the next thing you know, you’re in bed seeing stars.
As you’re laying down in bed that night, Melissa pulls you in close. “Goodnight, my beautiful wife… Mrs. Schemmenti.”
Yeah… that feels right.
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The Lady - 6
Character: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Eddie Horniman x Female Reader
Summary: After fifteen years away, a step-daughter returns for her Duke step-father's funeral, only to inherit a staggering 8 million pound debt and strike a risky deal with a criminal underworld figure.
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You shot a glare at Bucky, who only chuckled in response.
Linking his arm with yours, Bucky suggested, "Let's go meet them together."
Rosie was taken aback when she spotted Bucky.
"I woke up today and still don't see the other half, Princess," Bucky quipped.
Maintaining her composure, Rosie replied, "You're too impatient. My assistant just delivered it to your club."
"Ooh, then I hope you like the service," Bucky retorted with a smirk.
"Impeccable," Rosie replied smoothly, before turning her gaze to you. She tilted her head slightly and added, "I always sensed that you're an adventurous person. I admire your work. I felt comfortable when I found out you're part of this."
You hadn't expected such a compliment from her. While you had met Rosie a few times before, you always felt a sense of superiority from her.
Surrounded by Eddie and Freddie, you never felt out of place. But when Rosie, with her royal blood as a princess, joined the group, the dynamic shifted, and the boys seemed to adopt a more regal demeanor.
Despite your ability to keep up with them, there were times during the summer when you preferred to retreat to Rupert's empty mansion.
You leaned in closer to Rosie and whispered, "Why did you do it?"
Rosie leaned in, her voice barely audible as she replied, "That man doesn't fit to be the future King. It wasn't me who wants him dead. I only lent a hand."
As Rosie spoke, you realized that the relationships within the royal family were even more intricate than you had imagined.
"Some people like your work," Rosie continued. "And I think you will get another client."
Bucky puffed out his chest proudly upon hearing this, nudging your shoulder. "You hear that? Encore."
However, you didn't share Bucky's excitement. While the client may have admired your work, you couldn't find any pride in the situation.
Excusing yourself, you stated, "I need to see my mom and Charlotte."
Once you were at a distance, you pulled out your phone and dialed the family lawyer, Cedric. "Cedric, we need to meet."
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Back at the Evergreen Estate.
Cedric informed you, "The debt you have to pay is 3 million." You requested him to find out everything about the debt, unwilling to rely solely on Bucky, as you suspected he wasn't giving you the complete picture.
Lighting a cigar, you took a few puffs in silence as Cedric continued. "The first 4 million already got paid with the building that Bucky used as his club."
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "That place used to be Rupert's?" Bucky's mention of Rupert profiting suddenly made sense.
Cedric confirmed with a nod. "With 5 jobs done with Barnes, you have completed 2. That means only 3 are left."
Leaning back in your leather chair, you tapped your fingers thoughtfully. "I don't want to finish the rest. I'll just give him the money. But I also don't want to use the money from savings."
Understanding your dilemma, Cedric pondered briefly before suggesting, "Selling the assets will take a while since the deadline to pay the debts is near. What about selling an artwork?"
His suggestion lightened your burden slightly. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, you inquired, "What artwork does Rupert have?"
Cedric's response was impressive. "One of a kind. One original artworks by DaVinci, Monet, and Van Gogh. One painting is worth more than 1 million pounds."
You nodded in agreement. "Good. Sell those. But will the transaction be quick?"
Confidently, Cedric nodded. "I know some people."
"Then, get all you need. You can have 10% from each artwork," you decided, showing trust in his abilities.
Cedric hesitated, "Your Grace, are you sure you want to let go of the paintings?"
You shrugged, unaffected. "I do explosions for a living, Cedric. I don't have the sentiment to admire a painting."
With a bow of his head, Cedric accepted your decision and left.
As you watched him depart, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders. At least tonight, you could block any calls from Bucky.
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For two days, you relished in the tranquility of the countryside, finally having the chance to appreciate the simple joys of life. Breakfast with tea, a luxury you never had time for in your military days, now became a cherished routine as the head of the household.
But your peace was shattered when your mother, Susan, entered with a gloomy expression. “I saw some paintings taken down from the wall. Do you know the reason why, my dear?”
You remained focused on your newspaper, not bothering to look up. “I sold them.”
Susan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? Why would you do that? Those masterpieces have adorned this house for years.”
Without lifting your gaze, you replied curtly, “So you’re more concerned about the paintings than paying off our debt?”
A heavy silence filled the room.
Flipping the newspaper page, you continued, “I’m the head of this household now, and I have full rights to do as I please, Mother. I refuse to be burdened by debts while you stand idly by.”
You added, a hint of frustration in your tone, “It’s better to sell the paintings than to risk losing the house, don’t you think?”
Susan gasped, taken aback by your audacity. She turned on her heels and stormed out of the room.
The tension lingered in the air, but you remained resolute in your decision, knowing it was necessary for your family's survival.
While the butler of the house remained stoic, devoid of any emotion like you, he asked, “Do you want a cup of coffee, Your Grace?”
You replied, “Yes, please. That would be great.”
The bitterness of the coffee offered a temporary escape from the turmoil caused by your childish mother.
But it seemed the universe had other plans, denying you the chance to find peace. You heard a familiar voice, the harbinger of your nightmares. “Make it two, please.”
Bucky entered with his usual high energy, greeting, “Good morning.”
Without awaiting your permission, he took a seat beside you. “So, last night someone came to my club and brought a briefcase with 3 million pounds inside. It's to pay off Rupert’s debt.”
You took a sip of the coffee. “Yes, that means our association has ended.”
Bucky's expression softened. “First of all, thank you for settling the debt on time. But it pains me to lose a friend.”
You retorted, “Find another one.”
Bucky sighed. “Don't want to. You're one of a kind.”
You acknowledged his compliment but remained firm. “I appreciate your words, but I have no desire to utilize my expertise in such a manner again.”
Bucky nodded understandingly. “Alright, I understand. But I don't want our friendship to end. And we're also business partners.”
He raised his coffee cup, proposing a toast. “To our new beginning.”
You pushed aside your coffee cup, the porcelain clinking against the saucer, echoing the heavy tension in the room. Every visit from Bucky seemed to herald trouble, and today was no exception. "Every time you come here, you bring bad news."
Bucky shrugged nonchalantly, but there was an underlying tension in his posture, a sense of unease that matched your own. "Not this time," he insisted, but his words did little to assuage the growing apprehension in the air.
"Hmm." Your response was clipped, your mind already racing with dread-filled possibilities.
'Ring.' It was Eddie.
The sudden intrusion of the ringing phone shattered the fragile calm, jolting you and Bucky out of your uneasy silence. You answered, your hand trembling ever so slightly. "Hello?"
"I've got bad news."
The words from Eddie on the other end of the line felt like a confirmation of your worst fears. The room seemed to constrict around you, the air growing heavy with tension.
"What is it?" Your voice wavered slightly, betraying the anxiety that clenched at your chest.
"Charles. He got into a problem with the wrong people."
Your heart sank. The implications of Eddie's words hit you like a physical blow, sending a shiver of fear down your spine.
"How bad is it?" You struggled to maintain composure, but the panic threatened to overwhelm you.
"He's tangled up with a cocaine syndicate."
"Oh no." The words escaped your lips in a hushed whisper, laden with fear and dread.
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Icarus Part 8
Hey, guys! The plot is plotting and coming along. I've just had a rough week last week and really didn't get too far on any of my works but the omegaverse sequel. So I'm chomping through my backlog (which is a good thing, I promise, that's what it's for).
In this Steve has to deal with the not fun side of the music business, but Eddie is there to soothe the way.
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Steve chewed on his nail as he looked over the contract for the tour they were going to be headlining for Corroded Coffin. It came with their usual anonymity clause.
The part Steve wasn’t sure about was the part where the guys and his roles on the tour to hide that they were part of the band.
Spence being a medic made sense. He was medically trained as an EMT and kept up on his certification even after they made it big.
Simon’s made sense too. Eddie had seen him as a roadie that night, so him continuing that was fine.
It was Shane and Steve’s that concerned him. He didn’t want to PA for The Fallen because then Dustin and his friends would want things like backstage passes and VIP tickets.
Things Steve didn’t want to do because that would get them too close to the action and he worried they would notice that they wouldn’t see Abbadon and him in the same place and put two and two together.
Shane’s role was that of an advance person. Someone that rode into town first to make sure everything was as it supposed to be according to their rider.
Steve loved Shane with all his heart, but he couldn’t think of a worse “job” for him.
Plus it wouldn’t make sense because he wouldn’t be on the same bus as the rest of the band.
He called up Robin.
“Hello!” she chirped her greeting. “What’s up?”
“I’m looking over the contract and they want me to PA and Shane to advance.”
There was silence on the line for a moment or two before Robin said, “I’m on it. I’ll get back to you.”
“Thanks, Celeste,” Steve teased.
He was not surprised when she just hung up on him. He chuckled.
His best friend was working on getting Shane and him in the right roles. On their last tour, Shane and Simon had been roadies and Steve had been an assistant like Robin.
Steve looked back at the contract with a sigh. He set it aside and pulled out his notebook. He couldn’t write lyrics or music, but he could write down his thoughts and feelings.
He wrote about the fear of being discovered, of showing his true self. What people would think of him and his friends. Everyone said that metal fans were among the most welcoming in the industry.
Unless you looked like someone they didn’t approve of. Steve couldn’t remember which 1980s rocker it was, but the dude was papped outside a store waiting for his wife in cargo shorts and Birkenstocks and the internet had a fucking field day.
Like how dare he go to the store not dressed all in black and leather and chains everywhere.
It was no doubt the biggest reason no one had cottoned on to him and his friends being The Fallen. Because why would four preppy guys be the members of the hottest rising metal band right now?
He flipped to a different page and began writing about finding love where you left it. Eddie had always had Steve’s heart, ever since they were thrown together when a freak earthquake that was caused by nearby fracking destroyed almost half the town they grew up in.
Eddie ran the local DND club which Dustin and his friends had been a part of.
Steve had managed to keep all of them safe and Eddie, who had been unsure of the former jock had warmed up to him by the time they had come through at the end of the week long ordeal.
Steve had fallen in love with Eddie’s sense of humor, his dimpled smile, and doe brown eyes.
So he wrote about that too.
By the time Robin had called back he had written so much his hand was cramping.
“Hello, hello!” he greeted warmly.
“Hey,” Robin said. “So I talked it over with their lawyers and ours and I think we’ve go the solution.”
“Hit me with it,” Steve said.
“Right so we have Shane assisting with me,” she said. “He doesn’t have anyone really close to him who would ask for favors and shit, or at least not ones he wouldn’t gleefully tell to fuck off.”
Steve sighed in relief. “That’s good.”
“You were a little trickier,” Robin admitted. “But then I remembered you picked up a couple of CPR certifications in the past and got them to make you medic too. You just have to take the refresher courses while we’re in the studio.”
Steve chewed on his thumb. He had wanted to be an EMT before he met Spence and saw how much it took out of him.
“Wouldn’t it look bad if two medics suddenly vanished for two hours every night?”
Robin chuckled. “You’re assigned especially to the band. So you can’t be called during a performance. I do think of these things you know.”
Steve sighed with relief. “I know you do, I just worry.”
“Worry wart,” she teased. “It’ll be fine. You just have to keep it in your pants while on tour because an EMT dating a rockstar is going to be suspicious as hell.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “You mean like every other tour we’ve been on?”
“Only this time,” she said, voice dangerously low, “you’ve got temptation in the form of one Eddie Munson, the man you’ve been pining over for literal years.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Steve groused. “Am I at least allowed to be seen with Eddie you know, considering we are friends?”
Robin sighed dramatically. “I guess. Just try to keep the PDA to a minimum please.”
“I promise.”
This was going to a very long three month tour.
****
Jim Hopper was a former Marine and he looked it. He was built like a tank with a grizzled appearance and cigar tucked between his teeth. Simon thought that he thought Hopper scared the enemy off just glaring at them and Steve privately agreed.
He was there for two reasons. To deprogram their stage persona and to brush Steve up on his emergency medical training.
Actually they all were learning because it was it interesting. Simon and Shane didn’t need to pay attention for certification, but they did anyway.
“How long do you guys plan to be in the studio this week?” Hopper asked. “I need to know if I need to have someone else pick up my daughter from the airport.”
“They want us to have at least eight hours in the studio a day,” Shane explained. “They want us to get as much done as we can before Corroded Coffin goes on tour so they can at least release a single or two.”
Hopper nodded. “Then I should be fine. She’s a fashion designer in New York and the fashion house she works at is sending her out here to intern at their LA branch.”
“That’s awesome!” Shane said. “Maybe while she’s here we can fan her design our costumes for the new tour.”
Hopper shook his head. “As long as it paid. This internship sure ain’t.”
Robin threw her arms in the air. “Fine! I’ll see what the budget is for that and get back to you.”
Hopper chuckled.
“They have you wrapped around their fingers, girly.”
Robin smirked. “Don’t I know it.”
****
That night Steve called Eddie up.
“Hey, baby,” he cooed.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie greeted back. “How did today go? It was first day with the deprogramer, right?”
Steve curled up on the sofa and tucked his feet under him. “It was okay. He’s a bit scary, but apparently he has a daughter Dustin’s age.”
“The butthead will be pissed he missed that,” Eddie chuckled.
“Yeah,” Steve agreed warmly. “She’s really pretty, too.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Suzie’s a great girl. But we all know here parents aren’t going to let her marry someone ‘outside the faith’ as it were.”
Steve chewed on his thumbnail. “Yeah. I was hoping with them both going home for the whole summer would break them up.”
Eddie scoffed. “It’s good thing talk and text is included in mobile plans these days unlike in early days of yore when mobile plans made you pay for every text message and long distance calling, otherwise their cell phone bills would be through the fucking roof.��
“Tell me about,” Steve huffed. “And he’s going to spending the last week of vacation in Utah with her.”
“Eeee,” Eddie said with a grimace, “is it bad of me that I hope her parents scare him off?”
“Maybe a little,” Steve admitted. “But I just want him to be happy, you know?”
Eddie let out a long drawn out sigh. “Yeah. So you guys got the contract all figured out?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Steve muttered. “It’s going to be hard being in the studio and taking EMT course to pretend to be medical personnel. Well not really pretending. Both me and one of the other band members have training. Me with being a lifeguard for awhile there and them with being an EMT. But it feels wrong somehow.”
“Is there something else, some other role you can fill?” Eddie asked after a moment or two of silence.
“Not according to Robin,” Steve groused. “She says it’ll be fine and no one will figure it out. And I trust her. Her plans have gotten us through two tours already, one even being overseas...”
“But you’re still worried because I’ll be on the road with you?” Eddie asked gently.
Steve threw his head back and groaned. “God that sounds so horrible of me.”
“Hey, hey,” Eddie admonished. “It’s not. It’s an extra variable you didn’t have to factor in before. But we will make it work.”
“I think the biggest part is that Eddie and Steve have to remain friends until after the tour so everyone doesn’t connect Steve with Abbadon,” he said. “God that sounded pretentious. Talking in third person like some Chad.”
Eddie giggled. “Maybe a little, but I got what you mean.”
“Don’t laugh!” Steve whined. “My dick is going to fall off from the sheer amount of blue balling that’s going to be happening on this fucking tour. Well not fucking actually. I’m going to be in hell!”
“And people tell me I’m dramatic,” Eddie said laughing out loud. “What do you normally do on tour?”
Steve sat up and stretched his feet out in front of him on the sofa. “It’s complicated.”
Eddie snorted. “I don’t doubt that, sweetheart. Are we talking NDAs or fucking with the masks on?”
Steve laughed. “It’s more like no phones, dark room, no staying the night. That sort of thing.”
“I’m betting there aren’t many that agree to that.”
“More than you’d think,” Steve snorted. “Groupies gotta fuck.”
“We’ll figure something out. I won’t let those pretty balls go blue,” Eddie said with a snicker.
“Help me, Eddie-wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope!” Steve cried in a sharp falsetto.
Eddie laughed. “You’re a menace, Steve Harrington.”
“And you love it.”
Warmth just flooded Eddie’s tone when he replied, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Eds.”
****
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50 ONE LEVEL CAREERS: Storytelling careers megapack by isy's the snake
Here is yet another career mod pack, but this one has no promotions, you just work and your job level stays at 1. As the title say this mod is best for story telling!
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This mod requires XML Injector by Scumbumbo. You can find it here.
Pay attention if you don't already have it for another mod! In that case, you do not need to re-install it. Be sure it is updated for the last patch.
XML Injector is a mod required for some mods to work. So, you install it as any other mod in your Mods folder, no more than one subfolder deep.
This mod has been updated for the version 1.99.305 of the game (second update after Horse Ranch).
It doesn't required any DLC to work. Base game compatible
I've adopted this mod from the amazing ItsKatato who, due to her hiring at EA, couldn't continue to mod. I have made some changes:
• I have changes all the pics of the careers — now they all show Sims (please check the credits paragraph at the end to see who was the amazing raccoon who helped me);
• I have updated the mod for the Horse Ranch patch;
• I have cleared ALL the tuning errors;
• Fixed the description of some careers who appeared to be missing.
Now, here we go with the explanation of the mod (originally written by ItsKatato, edited by me):
Katato said: "Have you ever had a story planned out for your sims but you can't find the perfect career for them? Most of the time when I find the career it ends up being a complicated career with a bunch of promotion tasks and extra stuff. Well, I've made a pack of a bunch of single-level careers. All your sim has to do is go to work, that's it. This is perfect for the non-important sims in your life, like the forgotten children of your legacy challenge."
In short: those are 50 careers you can use for NPCs Sims or random Sims you do not want to care about. As Amethyst said: "Go to work, make money, leave me alone". Your Sims won't need any task to perform to upgrade and get a promotion, as well as they do not really need an ideal mood to go to work since it won't change their performance. They just go and do their job.
And now the list of all careers:
1. Anesthetiologist
2. Cartographer
3. Chiropractor
4. Compliance Officer
5. Data Scientist
6. Dental Hygienist
7. Dentist
8. Diagnostic Medical Sonographer
9. Financial Advisor
10. Financial Manager
11. Genereal Surgeon
12. Genetic Counselor
13. Home Health Aide
14. Information Security Analyst
15. IT Manager
16. Interpreter And Translator
17. Lawyer
18. Marriage And Family Therapist
19. Massage Therapist
20. Mathematician
21. Mechanical Engineer
22. Medical And Health Services Manager
23. Nurse Anesthetist
24. Nurse Practitioner
25. Obstetrician And Gynecologist
26. Occupational Therapist
27. Operations Reasearch Analyst
28. Optometrist
29. Oral And Maxillofacial Surgeon
30. Orthodontist
31. Orthotist And Prosthetist
32. Paralegal
33. Pediatrician
34. Personal Care Aide
35. Phlebotomist
36. Physical Therapist
37. Physical Therapist Assistant
38. Physician
39. Physician Assistant
40. Pilot
41. Podiatrist
42. Prosthodontist
43. Psychiatrist
44. Registered Nurse
45. Respiratory Therapist
46. Software Developer
47. Speech-Language Pathologist
48. Statician
49. Substance Abuse And Behavioral Disorder Counselor
50. Veterinarian
51. Web Developer
52. Wind Turbine Technician
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can i have some headcanons of what our twisted wonderland boys will do after they graduate? you can choose only 4 if there is a limit, thank you so much
Twisted Wonderland characters after their graduation at NRC
- This really tickled my brain so I'm going to write assumptions for everyone. I drafted this around last year then only got to post this right now, haha. -
Heartslabyul
Riddle Rosehearts
After his graduation from NRC, and bagging home the highest honor for an exceptional mage, I can see Riddle furthering his education. If there's such a thing as Ph.D. in Twisted Wonderland, Riddle will pursue that. I can also see him becoming a "Double Doctor," a medical doctor, and a doctor of Philosophy. Not only that but Riddle will also pursue law, along with magical medicine. A doctor and a lawyer, all in one. Riddle would go on to be an internationally recognized mage. He will also be an advocate of Mental Health education, fueled by his past and his mission to never let anyone experience what he went through.
Ace Trappola
I can honestly say I see him being recognized as a famous basketball player or entering the military enforcement of Queendom of Roses along with Deuce. Occasionally, Ace will perform magic tricks along with his brother, which is always a hit of course, someone even offered the Trappola brothers to appear in a reality show but Ace had other plans. In his 3rd year, he will become the Dorm leader of Heartslabyul, while Deuce will be his vice.
Deuce Spade
Will become a high-ranking magical enforcer, his salary will allow him and his family to live comfortably, especially his mom. Once the Queendom of Roses gave Deuce an award as the 'Hero of the Year,' he broke down into tears as he hugged his mom. Will be buddies forever with Ace.
Cater Diamond
Will be a famous vlogger. Be it traveling or fashion, Cater will be a famous influencer. He will also have a successful studio with workshops on how to run a magicam account successfully. If there's a fashion show, he would always be on the VIP list, as he is acquainted with Vil. If he feels burned out, he'll try to stay away from social media. If Cater can't form long relationships, he'll just leave his mark in the world with his vlogs. #LonelyButNotReally
Trey Clover
Owner of a famous bakeshop. His family's shop will prosper under his guidance. On every occasion, their sweets will sold out. One time a magazine listed Trey as the "sexiest pastry chef," and Cater and his other friends will never let him live with it. The Clover's Bakeshop occasionally partners with Mostro Lounge, and when they do, everything sells out within seconds.
Savanaclaw
Leona Kingscholar
He does not need to work, but he is a genius as Leona is still a prince of a noble family. Have you seen those alpha males ads? Leona will be all of that. A CEO of his own company and at the same time a diplomat of Sunset Savannah to other nations. His business started out as a mining corporation, gradually expanding into construction. A noble man who many people - beastmen and beastwomen - fawn over with. A millionaire. A bachelor. Once, Farena, the current king and his older brother, called to meet with him and Leona put harshly down the phone. Leona's reason for doing this? When he realized that Farena tried to marry him off to a noble from some rich kingdom 'for his future'. Leona's reply? Is a simple scoff and a very deep, "Fuck off."
Ruggie Bucchi
Will be an assistant to Leona. The next generation of Hyenas will not experience poverty as Ruggie did. His all-around skills will come in handy as a secretary. Ruggie will be a finance speaker. He will sometimes get his hands dirty. What? Hyenas are used to it. Fear not, he's still the same old Ruggie, just a little more rich.
Jack Howl
After graduation, Jack will get a lot of offers to be a professional magift player. Leona will offer to sponsor him tho, so he doesn't need to worry about financial things. Will be an advocate of physical health, his muscular physique is no joke. I can see Jack being a well-known magift player and a track and field competitor, with the help of Prof. Vargas as a head coach.
Octavinelle
Azul Ashengrotto
In every nation, there's a branch of Mostro Lounge. Azul will be listed as the "Top 100 most successful bachelors," along with Jade, possibly Floyd, Vil, and Leona. Azul would go on to accumulate a lot of awards for his splendid business skills. Will own a share in almost all known companies. He'll have to pull strings from Idia to let him invest or buy shares from Jupiter Enterprises. Azul will be compared to the Sea Witch due to how influential he is. Once his mother passed him their restaurant in the Coral Sea, Azul's work will quadruple, and so is his income. Because of him, the mermen's view of octomerpeople will change. But for a darker secret, Azul will be known as the Mediator, and every Mostro Lounge place will be known as a neutral territory for members of the 'other' world. Of course, the Leech twins will still stick with him.
Jade Leech
Jade will inherit their Father's mafia legacy, along with Floyd. The Leech family will prosper under the twins' rule. Jade will open a mushroom business, as to what kind of mushrooms he's selling Jade will smile in response and say it's a fresh mushroom from the mountain. Jade's favorite base of operation would be on land, it's just more fun and chaotic when he watches humans stutter and pass out once he interrogates them. Jade will work as Azul's concierge, working for both him and the Leech family. And in the morning, he'll be the vice manager of Mostro Lounge. But sometimes it does get a little boring. Once a company famous for being greedy with their demands easily relents when they realize it is The Jade Leech that will conduct business with them. Such a shame, Jade would've loved to see the look on their faces.
Floyd Leech
Floyd would be proud of his shoe collection! By now he would have a hundred pair of shoes. Of course, he's still with Jade and Azul, acting as the brawns of the trio. He will make it a point with them to only give him interesting jobs, if it's boring? Floyd would abandon that. One time he learned to drive, he brought his sports car to another country and accidentally got pulled over in the Queendom of Roses, to his surprise it is Mackerel (Deuce) who pulled him over! Floyd paid for the ticket and then went on to hang out with him. Floyd's favorite part of his job is squeezing everyone that owes them unpaid debts!
Though Floyd just doesn't understand why Momma Leech wants to introduce him to a mermaid. Jade is laughing at first, but not anymore once his twin realized that their Momma intends to introduce him to a mermaid too! Floyd will never forget the look on Jade's face - that's probably reflected on him - once their Momma gushes over about 'baby eels'. What? Mermaid eels have little populations. They have to do their part, don't they?
Scarabia
Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim inherited his father's multi-million business. Through his easygoing personality, Kalim is well-loved by everyone. He established business trade routes with almost every nation, while still honoring his personal ones. An example is with the Felmier's, so that their apples will be enjoyed by everyone in Scarabia. The threats grew along with the Asim's already immense wealth. Don't worry, Kalim by now, will know how to defend himself using his unique magic. He just had to know how to reply with the various marriage proposals going his way, it pains Kalim to reject every single one, you know.
Jamil Viper
After his graduation at NRC, Jamil would take a year or two for himself. He will travel across Twisted Wonderland, and by this time Jamil's perception of the world would change. Finally prioritizing himself and is selfish for once. When he will come back, however, he will be met with a warm welcome from the citizens of Scalding Sands and the Asim and Viper family. Jamil would go on to become a successful businessman and bodyguard best friend of Kalim. But this time, they're on equal footing.
Pomefiore
Vil Schoenheit
There's no spotlight if there's no Vil Schoenheit. He will become the highest-paid actor for straight 5 years, until Neige just slightly beats him, running off a few hundred thousand madol. But in the same year, Neige surpassed him in pay, Vil went on to win the Best Actor award for his work in a movie as a misunderstood villain protagonist. His movie even screened in the coral sea! As if there's no stopping him, his successful cosmetics company took off Twisted Wonderland by storm, his eye palette alone is sold out within seconds.
Rook Hunt
Oh dear, Rook will also inherit the Hunt's family business. One moment someone can see Rook in Quendom of Roses then the next he would be spotted on Sage Island. Of course, Rook will not stop admiring beauty and arts! He will fund archaeological studies, theater, art museums, galleries, and even beauty pageants. Rook will be one of the art and beauty industry's most important benefactors.
Epel Felmier
Will be known as the "pretty boy of magift." Not in a bad way, but more like a compliment. His talent is honed thanks to his NRC club. Sometimes Epel would attend fashion shows that present him as a "manly man", you know wearing suits and all of that. Because of his new-found fame, the Felmier's apple business will bloom, in part thanks to Kalim.
Ignihyde
Idia Shroud
Will become the head of S.T.Y.X, but will also manage the Shroud's position in Jupiter Enterprises. On top of that, Idia will develop one of the best MMORPG and FPS games Twisted Wonderland had ever seen. Additionally, Idia won't just stop in developing games, he will also develop magic-infused medical devices that will drastically change the healthcare industry, crediting the Idia Shroud for its invention.
Once a magazine included Idia in their "Top 100 most successful bachelors," he almost sued them if not for Azul, Ortho and his parents convincing him it's a good thing. But Momma and Papa Shroud can't help but wonder when will they have grandkids, the Shroud's need an heir to continue their duties, you know.
Ortho Shroud
Ortho will stay at his brother's side! But his looks will drastically change, if the Ortho from before looks young, the Ortho from the future will have a much taller body, but he will still regain his childlike curiosity. Only the future Ortho is more mature and more open to take time for himself. He will ask Idia to send him off to faraway lands to gather information and to also satiate his curiosity about the real world. Ortho will become independent yet still close to his brother.
Diasomnia
Malleus Draconia
Malleus' coronation is one of the most liveliest and solemn celebrations Briar Valley had seen for the last 5 centuries. Under King Malleus' rule, his kingdom will prosper. Faes and humans alike will come to a much more common understanding. Although the valley still heavily relies on magic, technology will become available, as a courtesy of the friendship acquaintanceship of Idia.
On some days, Malleus will truly get busy. Managing a country and it's affairs is no small feat. Through trades and partnership with every Kingdom, from Savanaclaw to the Coral Sea courtesy of his two alumni schoolmates from NRC, Briar Valley will prosper. It just gets annoying sometimes when the news reporters, the common folk, the fae senators, and even his own grandmother will ask him about an heir. Malleus still needs to find someone who will stay by his side, and it's not an easy thing to do.
Lilia Vanrouge
Sweet old man Lilia is on his way to retirement. In the chapter of Diasomnia, we learned that his magic is running out. Well, all good things must come to an end. Though his eventual retirement in the Land of the Red Dragon came true, he still returned. And Lilia had his fair share of adventures. Because Malleus is busy with the preparations for his coronation, Lilia is there to help him. On the occasion he's free to do anything, Crowley offered him a teaching position in NRC, which is the spot left open by Professor Trein. Lilia accepted, and for a semester he become a teacher, quitting right after to attend Malleus' coronation.
Lilia liked to think a had lived a full life. He was it all. A fearsome general, a caretaker of the young prince, an adoring father, and a good friend.
Sebek Zigvolt
No one dares to Disrespect the King under my watch! That is what he would occasionally say. If one of Briar Valleys' own Fae advisors disrespects Malleus, expect Sebek to speak, and even draw his sword. Yes, he's part human and half Fae but that doesn't mean he's not powerful enough to defend the king.
With this Sebek will grow in closer relationship with his grandfather and his mortal dad. His parents' dentistry business will expand, and for some time Sebek's face is the model of it, which made him embarrassed, yet he still loves his parents nonetheless.
Silver
I can see Silver honoring his promise to Lilia and staying by Malleus'side. However, that is considering if his feelings don't change. Silver will quickly become one of Briar Valley's most beloved humans, and for some reason, he always gets mistaken as an RSA graduate. Once Vil invited him to cover for a sick model in a fashion show and he declined but Vil already presented his picture to the photographers. For some reason, his picture was leaked to the public and Silver's name is trending for days. Some say he's a child of the king, and others compare him to Neige's beauty. His face was everywhere in magicam, with the hashtags "the most handsome sleepy prince," and the "dreamy prince of dreams."
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A One Direction fic rec of fics where at least one of the main characters has trust issues as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!
🌊 Love After the End of the World by @mercurial-madhouse
(E, 162k, dystopian) When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love. For Harry and Louis, finding each other sits on top of the endless list of What Else Could Go Wrong.
🌊 Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere
(E, 124k, omegaverse) “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”
🌊 And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom
(E, 109k, famous/not famous) For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him? For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart? And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?
🌊 Say Something by @kingsofeverything
(E, 105k, age difference) At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. It’s the only use he has for an Alpha in his life.
🌊 Emperor's New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships
(E, 92k, famous/not famous) Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.
🌊 One More Taste of Your Lips by @canadianlarrie, MsHydeStylinson / @mizzhydes
(E, 80k, canon) It had been eight years since the hiatus began, and Louis had spent that time writing and recording music, touring and making it safely through the pandemic. When the opportunity arose to go back on tour with One Direction, Louis knew he'd be a fool not to take it.
🌊 I Walk the Line by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites
(E, 55k, uni) Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field. Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant. Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.
🌊 where the lights are beautiful (series) by twoshipsdrifting / @polkadotlou
(E, 48k, omegaverse) the accidental bonding a/b/o fic.
🌊 To Be Loved and To Be In Love by RealName
(M, 34k, First Dates au) Louis Tomlinson is a thirty-year-old divorcee whose friends have signed him up for the Channel 4 show First Dates. Harry Styles is a twenty-eight-year-old lawyer who has never been in a long-term relationship.
🌊 Compass to my Soul by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup
(T, 31k, omegaverse) Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.
🌊 A Road To Something Better by @taggiecb
(E, 25k, small town) Louis Tomlinson, famous romance novelist, has just had the rug pulled out from under his feet when his boyfriend leaves him without notice. What's the most appropriate response to this? Move a thousand miles away and seclude himself in a tiny lake town, of course.
🌊 I Don't Wanna Fall Asleep by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation
(NR, 23k, exes) AU where Harry has trouble sleeping unless he’s wrapped in Louis’ arms. Louis left him 4 years ago.
🌊 let your lights shine by hazkaban
(M, 22k, football) AU where Louis is a faded professional footballer (soccer player) whose career is nearly ruined by an injury. Harry's his physiotherapist.
🌊 Might’ve Took The Long Way by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove
(M, 21k, exes to lovers) Now Harry is back in town, and no matter how many times Louis tells himself they can’t be together, they keep falling right back into each other.
🌊 He Was a Different League (When I Was Nothing Much) by @afangirlfantasy
(NR, 21k, Marcel) an AU where finding that 'someone new' actually leads to finding that 'someone old,' and Marcel is painfully oblivious.
🌊 A Small Matter (A Matter of Trust) by @kingsofeverything
(E, 18k, tiny penis fic) Harry knows he and his Grindr hookup would be perfect together, if only he could convince him to give a relationship a chance.
🌊 Once The Dark Divides by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche
(E, 14k, bdsm) Louis finds out his childhood best friend is a Dom and somehow convinces him it's a good idea to learn about the world of kink with a hands on lesson
🌊 A Silver Lining In A Storm (You Were Lightning, I Was Born) by @fallinglikethis
(E, 6k, omegaverse) after the death of his first fiancé, a man who turned out far worse than Harry thought possible, his subsequent marriage to the man's brother leaves Harry finding it difficult to trust that everything will work out.
- Rare Pairs -
🌊 Bloom by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13
(T, 28k, Louis/Liam) In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.
🌊 One by @allwaswell16
(E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby) When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.
🌊 When We Hold On (To the Past) by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf
(E, 3k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn could drop the subject and keep fucking him, keep the strings from getting attached, pretend that they weren’t getting closer than Louis was comfortable with. Or Zayn could choose the opposite path—which he did.
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Here's another thread I don't want to leave languishing at the old site, relevant because another case of ill-considered pseudo-mentorship is in the news. It's tough to start a career. I'm lucky to have had good mentors. I'm grateful and want to pass it on. These are some notes I made on ways to do so.
1. Promote artists a generation younger than you. Share your platform. RT them, mention them in interviews. (This means being aware of what younger artists are doing!)
2. Hire them if you can. Pin ups, commissions, variants, fill-ins, assists, anything. A small gig can be what helps them make rent.
3. (The same applies to creators a generation older. Many of them helped develop the visual language, the audience, and the industry infrastructure we rely on. Tell your reader how these artists' choices informed your own. Help your fans see what you saw in your influences' stories.)
4. Support anthologies. They've always been a key place where new and marginalized talent can incubate, & established artists can try something new. (They certainly were for me. Many of the big leaps I made as an artist happened on anthology stories where I had freedom to experiment.)
5. Mentor new artists! Even if their subject or style is different from yours, you still have much to offer. Just be sure to frame your advice in terms of goals & principles rather than "the right way" or "the wrong way." You want to help them find their own voice, not echo yours.
6. Suggest strategies for dealing with challenging clients or collaborators. The industry may be very different from when you broke in, but those young artists are still going to face the many of the same problems you did.
7. Steer them towards someone trustworthy when they need a consultant. It's not easy to find an accountant, an agent, or a lawyer who understands what we do. Your contacts are valuable!
If nothing else, make them aware of Volunteer Lawyers for the Arts. https://vlaa.org/get-help/other-vlas/
8. Share your understanding of industry standards for pay rates & professional practices. This doesn't mean posting your rates in public. The main that does is anchor your position when negotiating rates with a potential client. But in private, TALK. This benefits ALL your peers.
9. There will be times when you can't answer a question. It happens all the time. No one knows everything! But you probably know someone who *can* answer it. Use your network of connections and make the introduction.
10. And finally, take questions about the art, the craft, the culture, and the business on your social media. Answer them as honestly as you can.
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Thanksgiving Potluck
Summary: It’s time for the annual Thanksgiving potluck at work. Andy wants to make sure that he brings something special for you. You worked so hard, you deserve it.
Pairing: Andy Barber X Reader, Jake Jensen
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: 18+ only. Explicit language, explicit sexual content, male masturbation, slight non-con
Author's Note: This came about after seeing a challenge to write a spicy Thanksgiving story. With the blessing of @georgiapeach30513 to use Andy Barber, this is what I got.
You had been planning the department’s Thanksgiving potluck for weeks. Running around, trying to get everyone to sign up to bring in something, even if it was just silverware and napkins. Andy never participated in these get-togethers. They were some weird kind of team building bullshit that he had never really subscribed to. Why play nice that one day, while all the remaining days everyone was trying to one up each other. Comparing their win-loss ratios like they were some goddamn a-list athletes. The fucking Red Sox, they were not.
But you had started earlier this year, right around Valentine’s day. He remembered your first day, you wore your pink button down shirt the first two buttons undone and your simple gold necklace nestled in the crux of your shirt. Your pencil skirt was knee-length but seemed to hug from your waist to your hips. He imagined his hands could skim down the sides of it as if it was a second skin. Then your sensible flats, all that up top and did you finish with three-inch heels? No, just sensible flats. The red nail polish on your fingers with a small heart decals on each ring finger, let him know that you enjoyed celebrating holidays.
He watched you as you grew into the department, quickly planting roots and befriending each person you met. You were easy to get along with, never really asked for much, but always willing to give. He had spent most of October working with you. You were assisting on the research for his latest case, spending nights in the conference room with law books spread out in front of the two of you and boxes of half-eaten Chinese in each of your laps. You had asked about his story as you took a break from the mind-numbing reading of passage after passage. He had given you the cliff-notes version. The “everything is pretty on the outside” story. Loving wife at home and kid excelling in school. It was easier that way. Even if he could tell you didn’t totally buy it, you let him lie.
You on the other hand, were open. Told him everything. You were a paralegal, barely starting out with dreams of making it to law school one day. A sick mother at home had meant your law school dreams had taken the back burner. Your mom had been part of the last of the baby boomers and their idealized version of marriage. She had taken care of the household, you and your dad. With her bedbound, your dad was completely lost. You took over and everything else had been pushed aside. No sign of any romantic partners or life outside of work and home. But the glint in your eye talking about becoming lawyer, let him know you had more to offer. You had told him how you had aced your LSATS, spent every night up until 4 in the morning studying for them. You were younger then, could handle the late nights. Shit, you are younger now. Just barely hitting your late 20s, if he had to guess.
After those nights spent over cold takeaway dinners and finishing the McDonald v. City of Newton case, he realized that family dinners with little more than polite conversation paled in contrast to those talks and stale fast food. He had tried to get you on his next case, but Neal had snatched you up the moment you were free. He remembered the apologetic look you gave him when he swung by your desk with some briefs to review.
“Sorry Mr. Barber. I’m already working with Mr. Longudice. But you can leave those here and I’ll look at them when I get a chance.” You fidgeted with your pen, twirling it between your fingers. It was your nervous tick, he had noticed it the first night when you had found a passage that completely derailed his current case plan.
He nodded and walked away, noticing Neal looking on from the corner smirking. Fuck him, he wasn’t going to just use you to improve his standing in the department. He watched as the month progressed and Neal worked you into the ground. He found you more and more frequently in the break room, loading up on coffee. You were up to four glasses a day. That couldn’t be good for you. Not if you still had to go home and get your mom ready for bed.
He started to stay later and later, just to make sure someone was still here when you left. Neal took most of his case work home, leaving you with a list of readings to cover and present the next day. He watched as you flipped through pages, making notes in the growing stack of legal pads, and only the small desk lamp providing any light. He told Laurie that he had a big case he was finishing up. It was easier to keep working at his desk, instead of making the trip home, only to end up in his study. It didn’t take much to persuade her. He was pretty sure she preferred having the time to herself, she barely moved when he finally made it home to bed.
One night, he had timed it just right to meet you at the elevators at the end of the night. He walked up behind you, watching as you raised your right foot to scratch at the back of your left calf. Your pencil skirt rippled around your hips as you ran your foot down your leg. The sensible flats, the same ones you had worn that first day skimmed down the back of your left calf and he wondered what it would be like to have you run those sensible flats down his pant leg. He could feel himself twitch in his dress pants. This was a first. Up until this point, he had found you endearing, wanting to help you as much as you helped everyone else. But now, right now, he could imagine grabbing onto your hips, dipping his head into the crook of you neck as he ground against your pert ass. He felt his cock harden that bit more at the image, starting to push against the fly of his dress pants. Using his overcoat from that day’s chilly morning, he covertly covered the front of his slacks.
It wasn’t until the chime announced the elevator’s arrival and you turned around, that he came out of his brief stupor. You smiled and waved him into the waiting lift. That smile did nothing to help him, he shoved his hand into pocket to discreetly adjust himself before walking towards you. Standing next to you, he could smell those last remnants of your perfume. Was it your perfume? It had been a 12 hour work day, maybe that smell was just you. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? You chatted with him, promising that you were going to get to those briefs he left. It would be the first thing you would work on the next day. He listened and tried his best to feign interest, but you then looked up at him as you made your promise to him, and all his brainpower was immediately redirected to willing away his excitement. His hand still in his pocket, it brushed against his tip and he cleared his throat to cover the small groan that wanted to escape.
Reaching the garage, he offered to walk you to your car. You had gestured to the nearly empty lot, but he only uttered, “Better to be safe.”
You only nodded, leading him to your small late 2000s sedan. Reaching the car, you opened the squeaky driver’s door and threw in your workbag and handbag, before easing yourself into the seat. Andy held the door open for you, only to close it once you had settled. Lowering your window, you gave him a smile, thanking him for the escort, “You really didn’t have to do that. You’re a good man, Mr. Barber.”
He leaned down into your window, sighing before bidding you a good night, “You get home safe, sweetheart.”
He hadn’t meant to let the term of endearment slip, but your bashful smile was all it took to let him know he would be using that name again. Watching as you drove off, he made his way to his car. Popping the trunk on the Audi and throwing in the coat and briefcase, he hustled back to front of the car. Giving one more look around the lot, he noticed the security cam pointed at the opposite corner of the garage. Slipping into the driver’s seat, he only took a second to think through his next action. Closing his eyes, he remembered your big eyes looking up at him in the elevator, promising him something and his hand reached down to his pants.
He hadn’t gone down, no matter how he tried to calm himself, his coat had been his only saving grace, hiding away his reaction to you. Wrestling with his belt and button of his pants, he shoved his fly open, grabbing onto himself through his boxer briefs. He had already been steadily growing a nice wet spot on the front side of his briefs. Admittedly, bumping against himself with his hand in his pocket as he walked with you, might have gone a long way to making that spot. A couple of strokes, he reached in and pulled himself out.
Fuck, his hands were still cold from outside. It made his cock jump in his hold and he imagined your little hand taking him. You would apologize to him about your cold hands.
“Sorry Mr. Barber. Let me warm up my hands.” The imaginary you whispered to him.
“Andy. Call me Andy, sweetheart.” He mumbled into the empty car.
He spit into the palm of his hand, before wrapping it around himself. He could feel you next to him, cuddling as much as possible against him, reaching across the console. Your hand stoking up and down, making sure to twist around the head of his cock. He dribbled onto your fingers and you took your thumb rubbing it along the tip urging more to come out.
“Fuck sweetheart. That feels so good. You’re making me feel so good.” He grunted, his head falling back against the headrest.
He could hear you giggle at that, pressing hard against the vein on the underside of his cock, causing it to throb in your hold.
“Ah shit, sweetheart, squeeze me. I know your hand is so little but try my sweet girl. Come on, try for me.” You would hum at that, reaching between his legs and grabbing onto his sack. Rolling his balls in one hand as you steadily stroked him with the other, giving a squeeze to his cock before a squeeze to his sack.
“What do you need Andy? Whatever you need, I promise I’ll give it to you. Please Andy, tell me what you need.” The imaginary you nipped at his neck, murmuring another promise into his neck.
“Fuck me, sweet girl. Look at me, watch me cum for you. Just for you, sweet girl. Just for you…” He reached for the empty coffee tumbler in his console, placing it under the tip of his cock as he let go. Groaning he pulsed a couple times, continuing to stroke himself until he drained himself fully, because that’s what you would do. You would never do a half ass job.
Sitting back, he looked into the tumbler, seeing a layer of his cum coating the bottom of the cup. He hadn’t cum that hard in a long time. But he supposed a sexless marriage would leave him with a lot of pent-up energy. Remembering Laurie, he grabbed a couple of napkins from the glove compartment, wiping himself before shoving them into the tumbler. After buckling his pants, he started the car, backing out lot and turning onto the freeway for home.
That night had been a couple of weeks ago and he found himself hovering around your desk as much as possible, asking for help finding a text. He would time your coffee breaks and bump into you in the breakroom to make small talk with you. Each time he saw you, he tried to get you to smile. Even on your most stressful days, your shoulders hunch, he would make quick jabs at Neal which would inevitably cause a small giggle to pass your lips. He liked those times, the sound of your laugh would get stored away in his mind, coming out only in the shower as he painted the walls for you.
When you came by with the potluck sign up sheet earlier this week, you mentioned that there were still a few sides left that no one had chosen. Looking at the list, he saw the mashed potatoes listed and quickly jotted his name down beside it. He could probably get Laurie to make it for him. She had been in a better mood recently. Had waited up for him when he worked late. She would welcome him to bed and curl into his side, rubbing circles along his chest. He wasn’t sure what had changed, but if it meant not having to deal with a moody Laurie daily, he would take it.
The day of the potluck, he walked in finding most of the office milling about. It didn’t look like much would be getting done today. With Thanksgiving tomorrow, most had spent the last few days easing into their vacation. He looked at the conference room to see the spread already laid out, you were flitting around making sure everything was set up just right.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” you jumped a little as he came up behind you, placing the dish of mashed potatoes in front of you.
“This will be perfect,” you took the dish moving it next to someone’s version of cornbread stuffing.
Turning around, you smiled at him. He thought about stepping back from you, but instead stood still. Reaching up to his arm, you grabbed his elbow and let out small breath, “I should let everyone know it’s ready.”
Slipping from around him, you walked out to the bull pin area, inviting everyone to come and dig in. He watched as everyone hustled to the conference room as he stepped out of the other door. Making his way towards his desk, he settled down, starting up his computer to check some late correspondence. He needed to spend time with you but not with everyone around. He placed his coffee tumbler on the clay coaster that Jacob had made him back in 4th grade. Sighing, he would wait to talk with you later.
The din in the conference room started to slowly die down and looking at the clock he saw that it was nearly half past 2. Most of the office should be heading out for their holiday and he figured, now would be his best bet. Grabbing his stuff together, he headed back out to find the room mostly empty. He couldn’t possibly have missed you, could he? Staring out to the row of desks, he spotted your workbag and handbag still on your desk. So, you were here, just not in the conference room.
Walking into the breakroom, he saw you at the sink scrapping off food into the trash and rinsing off dishes. Standing in the doorway, he watched this small glimpse into the domestic side of you and fuck, if it didn’t do something for him. Imagining coming home to you in the kitchen, prepping dinner for the two of you. You would still have your work clothes on but only now you would be barefoot. You would relax into him as he came up behind you, arms circling your waist.
He let out a quick breath, shaking himself from his daydream, before setting down his bag on the small table in the room. Coffee tumbler in hand, he approached you, quietly interrupting your dishwashing, “I bet you haven’t even made yourself a plate.”
Looking down, followed by a small bashful smile, you nodded, “There was so much to do.”
Grabbing onto his mashed potatoes, he looked for a spoon before starting to serve a portion onto a plate, “Come on. It’s your potluck too. You should get to enjoy it too. Besides, you got to at least try these mashed potatoes. A lot of effort went into making them. Go on now, sit down.”
Watching you sit down, he turns back to the counter, grabbing the gravy boat beside the sink. Taking the coffee tumbler, he had set down, he carefully removed the lid before emptying the contents into the remaining gravy. He stared as the viscous liquid drizzled out. With the spoon, he quickly mixed the gravy with the new ingredient together before pouring out the mixture on the mashed potatoes.
Turning back towards you, you sat at the table patiently waiting for him as he set the plate in front you. Quickly thanking him, you dug in, spooning a generous amount, gravy and all, onto your utensil and bringing to your mouth.
“Mmm, that’s really good Mr. Barber. Kind of earthy tasting. Are there mushrooms in the gravy?” You looked at him, a small amount of gravy stuck to the side of your mouth.
“Something like that,” he whispered, eyeing that speck of gravy and reaching out to clean it from your lip.
“Oh, I’m a mess,” your cheeks heated as you grabbed a napkin to clean the corner of your mouth.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he replied, taking his thumb with gravy still on it and licking it clean, “Go ahead, finish it all.”
You followed his direction, cleaning your plate, your spoon making a sound as you laid it down. You had eaten it all. Enjoying it, if he were to go by the little happy noises you made as you ate. He knew you would love it.
“Here, let me put this up for you,” he took the plate and spoon back the sink and as he rinsed the plate, he asked over his shoulder, “Did you like it, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Mr. Barber. I promise.”
He gulped, steadying himself against the counter at your promise.
“You know, what, why don’t you take the rest home? There’s still a little bit of mashed potatoes and gravy left,” he asked already reaching for the lid of the Tupperware Laurie had used when packing it this morning.
“I couldn’t do that. You made it, you should take it home,” you answered next to him, and he realized that you must have gotten up from the table.
Locking the lid on the dish, he turned to you, already handing over the remaining potatoes covered in his gravy, “I insist.”
He had made that gravy just for you. After stroking another one out in the front seat of his car in the courthouse parking garage, he had sprayed another load into his tumbler. Looking at the cup again, he swore each session’s load was getting bigger even though this was a daily occurrence at this point. It had ended with a particularly bountiful finish, as he imagined you between his legs. Head bobbing on this cock, tits hanging from your top, before you had spit onto his cock, trapping it between your breasts and finishing him with a hard snuck to just the mushroom head of his cock.
It hit him then what a waste it was to rinse out his tumbler every night when he got home. You would love the taste of him. He knew would. Over the next few days, he collected each load, storing it in his coffee tumbler on the top shelf of his fridge at home. He had a couple of close calls when Laurie asked why he was keeping his coffee cold. He brushed it off, saying it was just water. He was trying to stop drinking so much coffee. Bad for his health. She had just nodded, leaving the tumbler alone.
“Thank you, Mr. Barber,” you nodded taking the dish with a smile.
“You can call me Andy. Promise you will?” He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets, giving himself room in the suddenly tight pants.
“I promise. Thank you, Andy,” smiling up at him, he swore you could feel what he did. He swore you knew exactly what he had given you. Swore that you were happy and willing to take it. His sweet girl would take anything he gave her.
“You almost done, Ace?”
Andy was interrupted from his trance, hearing a male voice enter the room.
“Jake!” You called to the blonde man walking into the room. His shirt was untucked and his tie not quite knotted straight.
“I’m supposed to take you out for a Friendsgiving dinner today, remember?” Jake moved towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
Who in the ever-loving fuck is this guy? Andy watched as you hugged Jake around the waist, shaking your head, ready to apologize, “I’m sorry Jake. My day got away from me. Oh, this my kind of boss, Andy. Andy Barber.”
Jake reached out a hand to him to shake while his other still stayed slung along your waist, “Jake. Nice to meet you.”
Andy looked at the hand in front of him, before nodding and giving this fucker a firm handshake. If he squeezed a little harder than he should, well that wasn’t on him.
“Go get your stuff together and then we’ll head out,” Jake whispered down at you, to which you just nodded and flitted out the room.
Stuck with just Jake in the room, Andy leaning back against the sink giving this other guy a once over. He wouldn’t be an issue. No way did this guy have the prowess or charm to lure you away. You were his sweet girl. This fucker wouldn’t change that.
“I’m only going to say this once, leave her alone.”
Andy looked back at Jake, eyebrow raised, before scoffing, “And who are you exactly?”
“I’m guy who knows how to download the feed from the parking garage’s cameras.” Andy swallowed hard as Jake stared him down. He refused to nod, instead crossing his arms and looking down.
“I’m ready Jake!” You came back in, your handbag slung over your shoulder and the mashed potatoes in your arms as Jake took your workbag from you.
“Let’s shake a leg then, Ace,” you giggled at Jake and Andy frowned. When did that giggle change from just being his?
“Bye Andy. I’ll see you next week. Happy Thanksgiving!”
Waving goodbye to the two of you, Andy waited to hear the ding of the elevator before grabbing the tumbler and throwing it across the room. It clanked against the wall before rolling back towards his feet.
Hands on hips, he looked down at the cup. It was okay. Jake couldn’t do anything to him. He had checked to make sure the cameras were never pointed at him. But you, his sweet girl, he needed a new plan. Grabbing the cup from the floor, he rinsed it before setting it next to the empty coffee maker.
It hit Andy then. You did love your coffee. And you always made sure to have cream with it.
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#andy barber#andy barber x reader#andy barber fanfiction#andy barber smut#defending jacob#dark andy barber#jake jensen#the losers (2010)
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voyeurism
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face-fucking and cum eating
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🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:
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10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹
ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.
cream pie and breeding kink
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ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.
exhibitionism
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ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.
dubcon
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ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.
sharing kink and cuckolding
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🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:
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spanking and being recorded
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19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒
ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.
somnophilia
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21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒
ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.
overstimulation and semi-public sex
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23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈
ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.
dacryphilia and knife kink
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💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:
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24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁
ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.
fingerfucking
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26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.
cockwarming
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28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎
ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.
daddy kink and thigh riding
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30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒
ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.
monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen
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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈
ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.
group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing
this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗
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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂
ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.
voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing
also this one @junipermuses 💗
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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒
ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.
voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism
and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗
#kinktober 2022#kinktober#imyourbratzdollasks#chris evans#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans x reader#imyourbratzdollwork#imyourbratzdollmasterlist#imyourbratzdollkinktober#chris evans x female reader#sebastian stan masterlist#sebastian stan fluff#sebastian stan characters#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan x you#sebastian stan fanfiction#sebastian stan#chris evans one shot#chris evans x you#chris evans imagines
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I think 1-3 and 2-4 are so so much funnier with the Edgeworth steel Samurai fanboy context. And just in general thinking about it from his perspective. Like, ok imagine you're a lawyer, a really good one. You've only ever lost one case and that one was kind of a fluke anyway because the actual murderer tried to claim the defense attorney did it when he obviously didn't, and also, a because this is tumblr and we need to get across the appropriate level of cringe, a superwholock fan. And you get called into work one day and find out that Andrew Scott was murdered and Benedict Cumberbatch did it and also you have to be the one to procecute the trial and the defense attorney is a childhood friend who is the only one to ever beat you in court and who you also are developing a gay little crush on. And then as the trial goes on it becomes more and more clear that Andrew Scott drugged and framed Benedict Cumberbatch for the attempted murder of Steven Moffatt because he accidentally killed someone on the set of doctor who 5 years ago and Moffatt had been extorting him. He did this by wearing the big stupid fucking trenchcoat. But it didn't work because Moffatt fought back and had Mark Gatiss cover it up. So the trial ends, with the truth coming out and you arrest Moffat and Gatiss meaning that Sherlock is officially cancelled but they're doing a few new similar series because it's popular.
A year goes by, your life goes to shit, you have a suicide attempt but then decide to just fake your death instead and go eat pray love across Europe. You'd become a lot closer with you crush before hand but you're pretty certain he's mad because of the whole death faking thing. Then you get a call and find out that Jarad Padalecki had murdered Jensen Ackles and your crush and sister are the procecution and defense. Now you are fucking certain Padalecki did it. But your crush is defending him when normally he only ever defends the innocent. So you decide to turn up and given him some advice about the fact hes defending the guilty party. He is very angry about you faking your death but eventuall tells you the only reason he's doing it is because his assistant, also a massive superwholock fan, has been fucking kidnapped and will be killed if he doesn't get a not guilty verdict. You promise to help in whatever way you can.
So the next day you turn up to the courthouse for moral support and then watch your sister get shot in the exact same building and the exact same place on her body that you found out last year you accidentally shot her father when you were 9 right before he killed your father. After a great deal of perstering you manage to persuade her to go to the hospital so now you're prosecuting another idol of yours I guess.
Please just live in this man's reality for a few minutes. Absolutely insane
#steel samurai#miles edgeworth#ace attorney#ace attorney justice for all#narumitsu#wrightworth#turnabout samurai#farewell my turnabout#phoenix wright#maya fey#franziska von karma#tw suicide attempt mention#tw superwholock
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"Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen" UPDATED
Each character in our story has an important event that helped shape their them. We thought it'd be cool to keep their age consistent across each of these stories. Possible TW in some of these.
Art of Enzo and Lennon in HS.
1996, Meg prepares for her Quinceanera. She doesn’t want to have that big party and have all the attention on her. Meg has been super depressed and kids at school bully her, saying that she is going to kill herself like Kurt Cobain did. She doesn’t want these people at the Quinceanera, but her mom invited all the girls in her class. Her Quince doesn’t go as planned, not ruined by her bullies...but by someone who has been stalking her...
1999, Tony recruits his older friend Ashley to "be his mom" and sign off on a parental consent form for his first tattoo. He must hide this from his parents... When they find out, they fear this tattoo will halt his "future career as a lawyer."
2000, Liv is convinced by her older sisters go out on a mini “sister only road trip.” After driving around for an hour or two, they abandon Liv at a gas station, teasing her that it’s “sisters only” and she isn’t a real sister because she is adopted.
2000, Gia fights with her first girlfriend, leading to their breakup. They share one last “goodbye” kiss.
Gia’s story continues into Theo’s
2000, Theo is super high and accidentally walks into the girl’s locker room where he finds Gia making out with some girl. Theo didn’t know girls could do that with each other.
2001, Rosie is asked to step down from her school’s dance team because of her recent weight gain.
2001, Enzo witnessed a murder. The criminal gang paid him off with a duffel of cash to forget what he saw. This moment changed his brain chemistry and explains how Enzo seemingly has an endless amount of cash and no job or parental assistance. (This is backstory is mostly comic relief and played off much less serious than the others.)
2001, Oli and his friends decide to wear dresses to school one day during spirit week. Oli steals a dress from his sister. After the group of boys make their statement and take pics, they change back to their regular clothes. Oli didn’t get the memo and is stuck in the dress all day. He gets teased and feels insecure. His asshole friends think it’s hilarious and won’t let him borrow any clothes. He’s stuck like that for the day. Once the teasing calms down, Oli realizes he kind of likes wearing the dress. O_0
2002, Lennon hasn’t showered for about 4 months. He gets bullied for being greasy and cuts off all his hair in the school bathroom. Enzo is sitting in the big stall, skipping (art) class to draw dragons in his sketchbook. He thinks Lennon is such a weird little dude and befriends him. The next day, BigMac gives Lennon $20 to go somewhere professional to get his hair looking half decent after he went ham on it. Instead, he and Enzo spend the money on something stupid. He lies to his dad about how he spent the money.
2004, Alyssa is severely bullied at school for her love of plushies. The one thing she cares about most is her mall job at Build a Bear. Her school bullies haze her while she’s at work, ending with them destroying the store. They throw the unstuffed bears and knock over displays. They get to the stuffing machine and let it rip fluff everywhere. The bullies escape before mall security and police arrive. Alyssa gets fired from her job because of this incident. It’s not fair, but her manager felt it was the easiest solution to avoid this happening again in the future. :(
2004, Park makes a trek to Area 51 from his Florida home to find his dad.
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VIII. AQUAMARINE (M)
CHAPTER 8: THE GREAT WAR
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7
JEON WONWOO X READER
WORDS: 30K (But since tumblr has decided to be a cunt so I have to upload them in 6 or 7 parts fml)
GENRE: ARRANGE CONTRACT MARRIAGE AU! ENEMIES TO LOVERS!
ANGST, SMUT, FLUFF.
The loudest noise in the world is sometimes the battle between the brain and our hearts, the war between your conscience and your desires. Yet the sad part is, no matter who overpowers the other there is no victory in this battle. Because a part of you always loses. But the point is not about win or loss, what truly matters is at the end of it all, you survived.
It was late afternoon, around 3 p.m. The sun hung in the sky, casting a warm and gentle glow over the city. You arrived at your office around noon after leaving the Jeon mansion at 9 a.m. Wonwoo had dropped you off at the office and then driven Noel and himself home. As you worked on your laptop, there came a polite knock at the door. The sky outside was painted with hues of orange and pink, a serene backdrop to your busy day. Rachel, your assistant, opened the door and informed you of a visitor.
"Boss, Rema is here," she said with a warm smile.
"Send her in and ring for some coffee and tea for us, please," you replied.
"Got it," Rachel nodded, her dimple showing slightly.
Rema walked into your office, her hair neatly pulled up, black pumps clicking against the floor. She wore suit pants and held her blazer and laptop case. Her expression showed signs of a long and tiring day. She chose the visitor's couch over the chair by your desk, kicked off her heels, and made herself comfortable.
"You don't mind, right?" she asked, referring to her relaxed posture.
You shook your head in a no and noted, "Long day, huh?"
"Just another never-ending one," Rema sighed.
You got up from your chair and walked over to the couch, sitting across from her with your legs crossed. Rachel soon arrived with a tray bearing cookies, coffee, and tea.
"Ah, the angel appears," Rema groaned humorously at the sight of the coffee, then greeted Rachel with a nod.
After a few minutes of companionable silence, Rema sipped her coffee while you absentmindedly circled your finger around the rim of your teacup, lost in thought.
"So, why have you called me?" Rema inquired.
"Why can't I call on a friend?" you replied.
"In the office," she raised an eyebrow.
"Well," you sighed, "you caught me. I called you for a reason."
"I thought so," Rema said.
You gave her a playful glare and continued, "Victor told me that Noella made her will when Noel was just 3 years old."
"How does he know?" Rema asked.
"Because he introduced the lawyer to her," you explained.
Rema hummed in understanding. You continued, "And I'm glad that she did. Noella has always been a planner." You smiled at the fond memories of the text chain she and Jeonghan used to have, where they shared house ideas, wedding plans, and more.
"I want to make a will," you declared. Rema placed her cup back on the table, her full attention on your words.
"Life is very unexpected, and I don't know what will happen tomorrow. So, I want to be prepared for the worst-case scenario," you said, expressing your reasons.
"Has something happened?" Rema asked with concern in her voice.
You hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Not really. It's always best to be cautious."
"Y/N," Rema insisted.
"What?" You sighed.
"Come on, don't chew on it; spit it out," Rema urged.
You weighed the pros and cons of telling her for a few moments. You decided that having a witness and her professional advice might be valuable. So, you took out your phone from your pants pocket and opened your SMS window. Then, you opened the message you had received at 5 a.m.:
"You shouldn't have stuck your nose where it didn't belong. Count your days."
Rema's lips pressed into a thin line, and her brows knitted together in concern.
"Have you told anyone about it?" she inquired.
You shook your head, indicating that you hadn't shared the message with anyone else.
"So, what are you going to do? This is serious; it could be counted as a threat," Rema pointed out.
"Well, this is somewhat normal. Remember when there was a lawsuit due to the employee's embezzlement, and I fired them? I used to get texts like that," you recalled.
"Y/N, that time it might have been drunk rambling, but this… this feels kind of serious," Rema replied with a worried look.
You considered her words. "Hmm. I want you to look into this number and find out the person behind it. In the meantime, I want you to help me make a will about everything, from assets to projects."
Rema nodded in understanding but brought up an important issue. "Well, assets, shares, and projects with sole ownership can be taken care of easily. But what about that resort, Oasis? It's a joint project, so we'll need Mr. Jeon's assent as well in the precedence of the will, considering he's the 40% partner as well as your husband. He doesn't have to be present; the presence of his lawyer would be enough."
"I see," you acknowledged
She picked up a cookie, tilted her head in confusion, and looked you up and down.
"Something's different," she noted, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
You furrowed your brows and reached for your tea. "What is?"
"You look different," Rema said with an air of intrigue.
You brought the cup to your lips, taking a sip. "How come?"
"I don't know, your eyes are clearer, your shoulders are straighter, and your skin is also gleaming," she observed.
You smiled against your cup. "I don't know what you mean. I haven't done any treatment since my wedding."
"No, no, this shine, it's… it's like an after-" She stopped mid-sentence and gasped, covering her mouth.
"Oh my!"
"What!?" you questioned.
"You had sex," Rema blurted out.
You choked on your tea and felt the heat rising in your cheeks. A fit of coughs overcame you.
"My goodness, Y/N!! You naughty girl," Rema teased.
You rubbed your chest, trying to calm down. "Ms. Sinha, this type of conversation is not to be initiated in a professional environment."
"Cut the bull, Y/N," she said.
"I am not liable to answer," you replied, the corner of your lips twitching upwards, trying hard to suppress a smile.
"Who was it? Was it good? Well, the way you're glowing, I'm sure it was!"
"I'm not telling you, and since you're so curious, yes to the second one."
"Was it a hookup?" she inquired.
"What? No, it… it wasn't a hookup," you admitted, realizing you weren't even sure what to call it.
"Then who was it?" she gasped again, this time in excitement, and started hitting the couch next to her.
"Oh my, oh my! You slept with your husband," she concluded and doubled over in laughter, still hitting the couch. You were relieved you hadn't chosen to sit next to her.
"So much for 'he's not my type' and 'this is just a paper marriage; it means nothing,'" she chuckled.
There are two ways to deal with a situation where your friend is right about something and you don’t want to admit they are 1. Deny their hunch 2. Remain silent. You chose 2 because your embarrassment was refraining you from speaking. And concentrate on sipping your tea.
As your mind wandered back.
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The room was bathed in the soft, early morning light. The gentle rays of the sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue on everything they touched. Clothes were scattered haphazardly around the room, a testament to the passionate night of love that had transpired.
The air was filled with the lingering fragrance of your perfume from the night before, blending with the sweet, musky scent of intimacy. Your bed bore the tousled marks of your lovemaking, a testament to the fiery passion that had ignited between you and Wonwoo.
As your eyes fluttered open, you felt a solitary finger tracing a delicate path along the curves of your bare back. You turned to find Wonwoo gazing down at you, his sharp, intelligent eyes softened by the intimate moments you'd shared. He had removed his glasses, allowing you to see the warmth and desire in his gaze. His chin rested casually on his hand as he watched you with a mixture of tenderness and longing.
Wonwoo's voice was husky as he greeted you with a soft "Morning." You reciprocated with a mumbled response, stretching your body languidly. The soreness in your thighs and waist was a pleasant reminder of the intense night of lovemaking.
Curious about the time, you asked, "What time is it?"
"A few minutes to 6," Wonwoo replied as he moved a few stray hairs away from your face.
You contemplated the day ahead, mentioning your 1 o'clock meeting and your need to go, but Wonwoo hushed you with a gentle, "Shh, don't talk about work right now." He leaned down and buried his face in your neck.
Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the feeling of his hair tickling your nose and his breath on your skin. Your fingers started tracing patterns on his defined back, the muscles responding to your touch. You felt a pang of guilt for your actions the night before, but after multiple rounds of passion, you had little control over your desires.
Wonwoo began planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on the curve where your neck met your shoulder, followed by light nips and the warm caress of his tongue.
In your dazed state, you clutched his biceps and quipped, "Wonwoo, how can you still go on? Are you some kind of superhuman? We did it five times yesterday—"
He interrupted, "Five and a half. You fell asleep in the middle of it."
You felt his hips moving against your thigh, and something hot and throbbing brushed against your skin. The memories of the night before flooded back, igniting a familiar fire between you and Wonwoo.
Wonwoo pulled back the sheets that covered you, exposing your skin to the cool morning air, which caused goosebumps to rise across your body. Your hands reached down, and you took hold of his heated member. As your cold hands made contact with his sensitive sex, he released a low moan into your ear.
You began to rub your thumb over the head of his throbbing shaft, gathering the pre-cum that was leaking from the tip. Your fingers moved from the base to the top, using the slick fluid as lubrication. The rhythm of your handpicked up, and Wonwoo ceased his ministrations on your neck, his jaw slack with pleasure. Your other hand moved to his chest, fingers pinching his nipples.
"God, you wanna make me—" he began, but you increased your pace, interrupting him, "you make me wanna murder every bastard who got to experience this with you."
His face hovered over yours, and you could feel his member twitching and his thighs trembling. You leaned up, capturing his lower lip between your teeth, making him release a moan lost in the intoxicating moment.
"If that happens, you'll become a mass murderer," you said, every word dripping with seduction.
His eyes flashed open, hazy and dilated. Wonwoo removed his member from your hand and turned you onto your stomach, positioning himself behind you. He gripped your hips and arched them slightly, pushing your face into the pillow, muffling the sensations you felt as he rubbed between your ass cheeks.
You tried to protest, "Wonwoo, I was—"
But your protest turned into a moan as he entered you in one swift, deep thrust. He held himself up in a cobra-like position and began rutting into you. You were incredibly sensitive, so the penetration felt both intense and pleasurable. He lowered himself on top of your back and whispered, "Looks like your cunt now recognizes me," punctuating his words by dragging his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with force. "Do you feel how you grip me?" he added, his voice filled with desire.
"Yes, yes, yes, please move faster," you begged, your hand moving to grope his butt, emphasizing your plea.
He gave a throaty laugh at your desperation and reached under your pressed body to grab your breast.
"We have been at it since 1 a.m., yet you just can't get your fill, huh?"
"Says the guy who can't keep his hands to himself ever since."
He grabbed a hold of your hair and tugged it.
"Nnghh," you moaned as he turned your face.
His hips picked up a feverish pace, and your voice grew louder. He covered your mouth with his, muffling your voice with his as your passion continued to build.
"What am I going to do with this mouth of yours," he muttered, his breath heavy. He found himself coming undone. "Fucking… fuck," he grunted against your lips. "Fuck, baby, please tell me you're close."
You were nearing your peak, and in response, you tapped the sheets next to you. Wonwoo grabbed your hands and interlaced his fingers with yours, feeling the unforgiving, delicious grip as he spilled inside of you. Ever since you told him that you had an IUD inserted, he couldn't help but finish inside of you. You were both too lost in ecstasy to care, and you buried your face in the pillow, your muffled moans of pleasure escaping into the fabric.
Those poor maids passing outside the room had likely heard your passionate encounter. Wonwoo convulsed with pleasure until his strength left him, and he dropped his sweaty body onto your back. His weight was crushing, and after a few breaths, he withdrew his now flaccid and sensitive member, the remnants of your pleasure and his spent essence spilling out of you. He flopped onto his back, catching his breath as he ran a hand over his hair and head.
"That was…" he looked at the ceiling, "amazing," he breathed out and laughed. Coming to a sitting position, he looked at you. Your chest bore the marks of his passion, with his fingerprints visible on your waist and your behind. You lay there with your eyes closed, your hands resting on either side of your body, savoring the afterglow
"Ya, you're not touching me for at least a week," you announced in the room.
"So, we're doing this again?" He teased.
"You want this to be a one-night thing?" You opened your eyes to look at him. "Fine, I guess." You rose up and reached for the shirt near the bedside.
He got up from the bed and handed you his shirt. "Did you like trampolines when you were young?"
You looked at him, confused as you started buttoning up his shirt. "Ya, why?"
He sat down next to you and put on the glasses he had thrown there the night before. "No wonder why you like jumping to conclusions so much."
He smiled at your glare and reached to ruffle your hair, then leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. "Let's talk about this at home. You can sleep a little more if you want. I'll wake you up when it's time."
His fingers traced the marks he left on your neck and the visible cleavage.
"Too much time here," he said, tapping your forehead. "Takes away your time here," he pointed to the ground, signifying your present moment, your reality.
"Understand," and all of a sudden, he gave a playful smack on your sex, making you jolt and yelp. You hit his chest.
"WonWoo!!"
He laughed and started making his way towards the bathroom.
"Asshole," you muttered and went back to sleep. 'Ahh, how will I walk now?' you wondered as you shut your eyes.
True to his words, he woke you up an hour and a half later. As you dressed up in the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.
"Just a minute," you called out.
"Babygirl, would you like to have breakfast in the room or downstairs?" Wonwoo asked.
You were a bit surprised. "Emm, do we need to have breakfast?"
"Yes, y/n, we need to have breakfast. How can you not be hungry with all the activities—"
"Fine, okay, downstairs, please," you cut him off.
You gave one final look around the room. It certainly looked a bit disheveled. "Can you send someone to pack our bags and tell my parents we'll be joining them shortly? Also, check if Noel is up. If he's not, ask Cecilia to get him ready."
The maid nodded at his words and rushed out of the room. As you were busy packing your laptop and jewelry in your bag, Wonwoo reassured you, saying, "Don't worry, they'll take care of it."
"Still," you replied.
"Come on, y/n."
You took your handbag and followed him out of the room.
The dining room was grand and stately, reflecting the opulence of the mansion. It was illuminated by a crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, casting a warm and soft glow over the long, polished wooden table. The table was adorned with white, pristine tablecloths and fine china. The chairs were upholstered in rich velvet, adding to the regal atmosphere of the room. A large, ornate mirror adorned one wall, reflecting the room's elegance.
At the breakfast table, there was your parents-in-law and Judge Haeri.
You had trouble walking, but you'd like to think you masked it quite well. However, you noticed your mother-in-law and Jungkook's mother sharing a knowing smile. You decided to concentrate on the food.
"Good morning," you greeted the table.
"Morning," they replied. Your father-in-law gave a nod of acknowledgment and returned to his newspaper.
"Did you sleep well, y/n?" Judge Haeri teased.
You saw both mother and son avoiding eye contact and suppressing smiles. From under the table, you subtly stomped on Wonwoo's foot.
"Ouch," he said out loud.
"What's wrong?" his mother asked, concerned. "Oh, just almost spilled the tea, no worries," he quickly replied.
"Yes, and what about you, Aunt?" you inquired.
"Slept like a rock," Judge Haeri answered with a smile.
You reached for the orange juice and a slice of toast, and Wonwoo quietly placed an omelet on your plate, mouthing 'eat.'
"Where are the others?" you asked.
"Sleeping. It would be a world record if Jaehyun wakes up before 10," Judge Haeri said with a chuckle.
"He still does that?" your father-in-law remarked, turning to the next page of the newspaper.
Judge Haeri shrugged, "I've stopped trying to change that habit after Jungkook. No use."
The conversation continued with everyone concentrating on breakfast. Wonwoo chatted with his mother and aunt while his father contributed a few remarks when his wife chided him.
"Yeobo, how many times do I have to tell you not to read at the table?"
Just then, a dressed-up Noel, still half-asleep, walked into the room.
Noel climbed onto your lap and gave you a sleepy grin. "Tante," he mumbled, his eyes half-closed.
"Aw, my baby is tired," you cooed, ruffling his hair. You turned gesturing to everyone present in the room. "Noel, say good morning."
"Good morning," he yawned, and you quickly covered his mouth with your hand, amused by his sleepiness.
Their eyes were filled with love at his cuteness. Your father-in-law put aside his newspaper and they all smiled in reply to his greeting.
"Come here to Grandpa, Noel," your father-in-law called, and you kissed Noel's forehead. He hopped down from your lap and did his penguin walk to the head of the table. Your father-in-law picked him up and asked, "How was your sleepover? Was it fun?"
Noel nodded his head against his chest. "Yes, we watched Hercules and then played with cars. Somi even—," he yawned, and the older women were awestruck again, "then we jumped on the bed, but we stopped because Aunty told us it's not good to jump; someone can get hurt." He rambled sleepily, and you and Wonwoo exchanged amused looks as he sipped his tea. "Then we played a pillow fight and then fell asleep. Aunty put us to bed."
"Oh my, our Noel did so much! He must be tired," your mother-in-law cooed. "What would you like to eat?"
"Noel's face lit up. "Nutella bread."
Your father-in-law gestured to the maid to bring Nutella bread. As she left, you chided him, "Chocolate first thing in the morning?"
"But I wanna have it," he whined.
"Still—"
Your father-in-law interjected, "Let the child have what he wants."
You looked at him and then at Wonwoo, and after a moment's consideration, you agreed. "Fine, but have some water and fruit first."
He began pouting, but Wonwoo gently said, "Listen to your Tante, Noel."
Your father-in-law pushed a plate of fruit in front of Noel and softly asked, "What would you like first apple or banana?" He picked up a fork to feed himself.
You and Judge Haeri shared a smile before returning to your breakfast.
As you sat in the car, Noel now fully awake and engrossed in his tablet, you bid your parents-in-law and Judge Haeri goodbye. You kissed their cheeks, promising Noel would visit them soon.
When you tried to sit in the driver's seat, Wonwoo gripped your hand, his face slightly pale. "Please, Y/N, I insist."
You nodded and settled into the passenger seat. The drive was mostly silent. Noel was busy doing his online assessment homework, and you replied to Victor's email with the shortlist of representatives who would take over the legal matters of the Switzerland branch.
you felt a sudden, chilling sensation upon receiving as you opened an unread text from a private number. The feeling of fear, dread, and confusion washed over. It was like an electric shock running down your spine, making you turn your attention to the rearview mirrors, checking if there was anyone following your car. Then, you turned to look at Noel, who was still absorbed in his homework.
"Are you okay?" Wonwoo's voice was laced with concern.
You took a shaky breath and tried to steady yourself. "No, nothing."
"Are you sure?" Wonwoo's eyes flickered to you for a moment, then back to the road.
As the car passed through the scenic greenery, Wonwoo's voice broke through your tense thoughts, "You look like someone's chasing you."
You swallowed hard and glanced at him, "Are you feeling car sick? Do you want me to pull over?"
You leaned back in your seat, the picturesque landscape trying to offer solace, "No, it's fine. Just drive; I don't want to be late."
He persisted, his voice laced with concern, "You know you can tell me if something's wrong."
You responded with a non-committal hum, your fingers typing a message to Rema.
| Meet me in the office.
In court atm |
| It’s alright, just meet me when you get the time. But today itself!
Ok, g2g, his lordship is here 🙇♂️|
You locked your phone and kept it inside your bag. There was no use overreacting; this wasn't the first time. Instead, you began making a mental checklist of all the things that needed to be done. As you contemplated your tasks, you felt a comforting hand on your thigh. You turned and looked at Wonwoo, even though his focus remained on the road. You simply rested your hand on top of his as the cityscape unfolded around you.
"Hey, Wonwoo, can I ask you something if you don't mind?" you inquired.
"Sure, anything," he replied.
"When you were young, did your grandparents give in to all your whims and demands and make your parents do the same?" you asked.
Wonwoo thought for a moment before responding, "Well, my parents were usually busy working, so my grandparents raised me. My grandma used to spoil me, but my grandpa made me work for it."
"Ah, I see," you replied, keeping your true thoughts hidden.
"Is this about what happened at the breakfast table today?" he asked.
You remained silent, but Wonwoo seemed to understand your silence.
"Y/N, they feel guilty about the time they couldn't spend with me when I was little. That's why they might be projecting it onto Noel, or if we have our own kids, onto them," he explained, his voice heavy with the weight of family expectations. "That's why they were so worked up when they thought Noel would be all we have."
You leaned over to check on Noel, who was sleeping peacefully in the backseat. "So they're holding onto hope for us to have kids of our own?"
Wonwoo sighed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "I just told them that to buy some time and understanding, you know."
Fearing your conversation might wake Noel, you suggested, "Let's talk about this later." With that, you withdrew your hand from on top of his, allowing the two of you to continue your drive in silence.
Half an hour later, Wonwoo stopped in front of your office building just as you were about to exit. He said, "Aren't you forgetting something?" You turned back and took the laptop bag from the back seat.
"Are you sure you're not forgetting something else as well?" he teased.
You let out a sigh, then leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, near his lips. You weren't exactly thrilled with him at the moment. He smiled and said, "Thank you for the kiss, but I meant your handbag."
You looked down and picked up your handbag from where it was by your feet. Noel started giggling in the back seat, and Wonwoo just laughed.
"You're unbelievable," you grumbled as you slammed the car door. You waved goodbye to Noel and gave him a flying kiss. He leaned against the steering wheel, waving back at you. You just gave him a glare before turning and walking inside the office building.
"Noel," Wonwoo said as they drove away.
"Yes, Dad?"
"Isn't your Tante cute?"
Noel thought for a moment and replied, "I think Tante is very pretty."
Wonwoo chuckled and said, "Well, there's no doubt about that."
As they both drove away, Wonwoo dropped Noel at home, changed his clothes, and then headed to the office.
…
"Ok, earth to Y/N," Rema snapped her fingers. "Come back, we were discussing something important here."
You shook your head slightly, refocusing on the conversation. "Yes, fine. I'll meet you by the end of the week with a rough draft. Please ask your asset manager to contact me. What are you going to do about Noel's custody?"
Rema leaned in attentively. "About that, listen carefully," you began.
Part 2
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