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how do we feel about a New Years party stepdad!h blurb? <3

A/n: You wanted a blurb? SORRY! LOL! Got carried away babe! This is a bit more than a blurb. Happy New Year to everyone! Hope your parties are just as fun as this one 💦 3.4k words

Warning: stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader, inappropriate relationship, smut

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New Year's Eve had always been a fun little thing that your mother loved to celebrate, maybe more than any other holiday. She always planned well in advance, inviting dozens of guests, warning the neighbors that it was going to be loud and bribing them with her famous tiramisu, having food catered in, decorations, champagne, noise makers...

You were dressed in your little red, sequin dress with a low back and black heels, hair smoothed and waved, red lips, and lots of butterflies in your tummy. You didn't know how tonight was going to go down. Harry would probably kiss your mom at midnight - that was a given actually. You were used to that, though. What had you feeling the fluttery nerves in your tummy was what Harry was going to do with himself.

The moment he saw you in your little red number he let out an audible scoff that even your mother noticed, "She's gorgeous isn't she, Harry?" Your mom poked her elbow at her husband and winked at you.

She truly just had no idea. But you'd also gotten used to pushing the guilt down so deep it almost didn't even bother you anymore. Almost.

As the guests began to arrive, everyone was handed a drink and ate snacks, and gathered in small groups to chat. The music playing over the speakers was nice and chill. The atmosphere was really relaxed and exciting all at once.

You invited a couple of your girlfriends and they were dressed just as cute as you. Cassidy was somewhat aware of how you felt about Harry. Well, actually she wasn't really aware. She only knew that you found him attractive. She had no idea of your secret. No one did.

"He's so fucking fine. How do you survive listening to him fuck your mom?" She laughed into her red solo cup. She was already half in the bag.

You rolled your eyes and made a gagging noise, acting as if you were grossed out by anything to do with Harry and sex, "Gross! Cas, you're nasty. I don't think of him like that."

She scoffed and shook her head, "I know you think he's hot. You told me. Don't lie."

You shrugged, "Not anymore really. Now he's just my stepdad. I don't think of him that way."

But you could feel his eyes on you all night. You even had to take your pointer finger and make a slicing gesture across your neck to tell him to cut it out. He was going to get himself caught. He wasn't being sly.

It had you a bit worried in fact. So your butterflies were warranted. Harry was being a bit too obvious.

One of Harry's friends, LJ, was also eyeing you. But you didn't like his attention. Not one bit. The guy was ogling you and he kept coming up to you and very openly flirted with you a good handful of times before Harry had had enough and he interrupted one such moment.

"That's enough, mate. That's my stepdaughter..." Harry had placed a palm on the man's shoulder to pull him back a few inches.

You watched on as LJ and Harry went back and forth, "No worries, dude. She's an adult. Right?" He looked at you with brows raised.

You shrugged but looked at Harry with pleading eyes. You wanted LJ to fuck off.

"Nah, let's go, man. Anyone but her..." Harry pulled LJ along and LJ turned back to you as he stumbled in step with Harry and waved at you, but the look on his face was a promise that he'd return.

Your mom was ER doctor, but her true calling was a party planner and host. She threw the best parties. She always had everything perfectly organized and planned out. Anything that went wrong, she took care of by improvising or adapting to doing something a little differently.

So, when one of the drunk guests fell into a table and knocked all of the drinks, cups, and liquor bottles to the ground, your mom had already bought extra liquor and mixers. She immediately got into host most and pointed to you and Harry, "In the basement, bring up the boxes labeled NYE Backup. There are seven of them."

You and Harry quickly went into the house and you kicked your heels off the moment you walked into the kitchen so you could more easily go up and down the stairs. This would likely involve more than one trip.

Harry led the way to the basement and just as you thought he'd do, he pulled you into his arms when you were both hidden away from any eyes that might see.

He groped your ass and then brought a hand up to your chin, holding your jaw, "Why are you wearing this? Trying to make me lose my mind? I've gotta fuckin' fight all my friends to stay away from you," he asked you with his face close to yours. The stance he had over you was possessive and animalistic.

You chuckled and grasped Harry's forearm that held your jaw, "Just for you, Daddy. Thought you'd like it."

Harry pressed his mouth to yours and moved his hands down again. He slid his fingers to your thighs and slowly moved the hem of your dress upward. He began moving you back toward the wall until you felt the cool, flat surface against your back.

Harry broke from the kiss and backed away enough so he could take a look at your panties. He was always obsessed with seeing what panties you had on no matter what you were wearing. You wore something that wouldn't show panty lines. a red and thin lacy thong.

Harry opened his mouth and smoothed his hands over your hips, his thumbs dragging the material down a little. He pushed your dress up further and brushed his fingers over your tummy and ducked down to kiss your belly button which made you laugh because the scruff on his face tickled a bit.

"S'mine..." he spoke against your belly as he settled onto the floor to his knees. His lips made their way down over your panties until he kissed right over the crotch of your panties. His hands pushed your thighs apart and for a moment, you forgot that you had a task to do and your mom's drill sergeant was about to come out if she didn't see you two back upstairs soon.

You leaned your head back to the wall and nodded, "Yours, Daddy."

Harry groaned and pinched the inside of your right thigh as he lifted your left leg and draped your thigh over his shoulder. He quickly pushed the material that was hiding your pussy away to the side and took one, wide and long lick upwards. He looked up at you with that devilish grin you loved before he took another long lick up, his tongue pressing into your labia before slurping your clit gently.

You gasped and put your hands into his hair just as he took his index and middle finger into your folds with his mouth wrapped around your sensitive button.

"Harry? Y/n?" Your mom's voice traveled down into the basement.

Harry quickly stood back up, straightening his clothes out and adjusting his dick as you moved your panties into place and slid your dress back down to cover your bottom.

You both looked at one another and laughed before bringing up the boxes. It did take a few trips. And on each one, Harry tried something but you slapped his hand away, "Mom is going to catch us. You need to stop!" But you couldn't stop the smile and the giggle when you warned him.

The backup liquor and mixers saved the party. Everyone got back to drinking and dancing and being loud. But now you were on edge after getting a little attention from Harry in the basement and your panties got progressively wetter through the night just thinking about his mouth on you. It also didn't help that he kept looking at you or when he'd get close enough he'd whisper into your ear so no one could hear or he'd graze his knuckles down your arm.

Harry didn't get too drunk, but he was feeling quite comfortable with himself. He was dancing and mingling, but he kept looking toward you throughout the night. But the only reason you noticed it was because you kept looking toward him. He was hot. And he wanted you bad, so you were in a state of constant horniness.

When the karaoke machine came out Harry was on it. Harry was a singer in a band. They were okay. It was mostly just for fun, but Harry was good. He took the microphone and put the song in.

When you first heard the music you weren't sure what the song was, but then you realized that it was Elvis. A Little Less Conversation. One of Harry's favorite songs.

Everyone laughed and cheered. It was quite ridiculous. Harry was just having fun, really getting into it. He was singing directly to one of his friends, Joe, touching his shoulders and swaying to the beat. It was a good show.

"He's hard not to stare at," Cassidy said as she leaned into you watching Harry sing the Elvis song. She had a smile on her face as she watched your stepdad sing and move around. Harry had his striped button-up shirt unbuttoned to just past his pecs and his sleeves pushed up to past his elbows, showcasing the tattoos on his forearms. Because of course, he did.

You looked around and realized most of the women were looking at Harry just like Cassidy was. You smiled because you knew Harry was yours at the end of the night. Well, mostly. You'd see how the night turned out once the guests left. Things were a bit more tricky when your mom was home.

Everyone who sang karaoke after Harry had a tough act to follow but it was fun to watch. You wouldn't dare get up and sing in front of anyone. You'd probably have the police called if you tried.

When the hour was closing in at midnight everyone had their champagne glasses and their partner. You and Cassidy stuck next to one another. You'd kiss her at midnight, just a peck.

Harry jumped up on a chair and started the countdown from 10. Your mom stood next to him and everyone watched Harry and counted down.

He shot you a look as the seconds ticked and then he jumped down from his chair and took your mom in his arms and kissed her just as you gave Cassidy a playful peck to her mouth at midnight.

Guests stayed well past midnight. You weren't sure what time they finally started leaving. Cassidy and Michaela planned to stay the night so they were already in your bed by the time you had finished clearing most things from the backyard with your mom and Harry and a few people who stayed to help.

Your mom snuck away before the last guests left and when it was just you and Harry he dragged you into the house and quietly into the basement.

"Your mom's in bed already. I think we need to finish what we started down here, don't you? Start the new year off right?" He had you pressed up against the wall again as he pushed his body against yours, trapping you between himself and the cold wall.

You leaned your head back and nodded with a smile, "I think so." You moved your hands over his chest and slid your fingers into the opening of his shirt, feeling his hard chest with hair scattered over his pecs. Harry's body was delicious.

Moving your hands down you unbuckled his belt and undid his pants as quickly as you could. Harry moved your dress up above your hips to expose your panties again.

"Fuck, I need you. I always need you so bad, Y/n..." Harry moaned as you pulled him out of his pants. He was already hard and ready. Heavy in your hand.

Harry moved your panties to the side and pressed his mouth back onto yours as he slipped his fingers into your crease and circled your clit.

You stroked him with your palm, but it was dry, so you pushed at him a little and spit into your hand, keeping your eyes on his, and then lowered your hand back down to his gorgeous cock. The cock that you knew would soon be taking up all the space inside of your cunt.

You gasped when he pushed two fingers into your tight little hole.

You and Harry stood in the basement, against the wall, watching each other as you got fingered and he got a hand job.

You both began to pant softly as it got more heated. Harry's fingers were long and worked you better than anyone else's.

"My hand is drenched. I think this pussy is ready for my cock now," Harry spoke through his teeth. His tip was leaking just the tiniest bit, his precum letting you know he was aching in your hand.

Harry removed his hand and pushed his pants all the way down and then he grabbed the back of your thighs and bent at the knees as he lifted you upward, your back still to the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Harry guided his thick, hard cock into your sopping hole. You both let out a moan that was louder than it should have been.

"Fuck... that's all I needed..." Harry moaned as he felt you lather his cock in arousal, your walls pressing all around him.

"Mmmm... me too, Daddy..." you put your arms over his shoulders for leverage as he began to press upward into you deeper. Harry couldn't pull out too much, but with your back pressed into the wall, he could bend down a little and move himself in and out a few inches, but mostly, he stayed deep inside of you, fucking upward.

Harry had his hands squeezing your ass as he thrusted and you kept your legs locked around his waist so you wouldn't fall.

"Oh my god! Fuck, you’re so deep!" You grunted at his harsh plunges.

Harry put his mouth to yours to keep you quiet because your moans and yelps were too loud. His tongue swirled over your tongue and he licked at your lips and your mouth as he panted his breaths in between.

Harry began to pound into you harder as you fucked yourself down over his cock, moving your hips as much as you could. He kept his mouth over yours but the sound of your back against the wall as he rutted into you was thudding in time with his thrusts.

Harry's cock was throbbing inside of you and he moaned against your mouth as his jaw went slack. He was about to come.

"Come inside of me, Daddy. Fill me up..." you whispered as you pulled at his hair and Harry began to tremble.

"What do you need, baby? Want your clit rubbed? Can you reach?" Harry's words were breathy and tight.

You actually couldn't reach because of the angle and you were worried that if you let go with one of your arms you might lose your balance.

"I don't think I can. But that's okay..."

Harry grunted and moved his hands to your thighs and put your feet onto the floor before pulling out, his heavy cock swaying and shiny.

"Get on your hands and knees. I'll fuck you doggy and you rub that sweet little clit," Harry moved you so you were bending downward.

You got to your hands and knees, knowing you'd have carpet burn afterward, but it'd be worth it.

Harry got in right behind you and softly palmed over your bottom and leaned over your back, "Need to keep quiet, okay?"

You nodded and spread your thighs for him as you started to rub your clit.

Harry impaled you quickly and the feel of his cock parting your soft inner walls and the noise it made when his hips met your ass was so sexy.

Harry's pace was better like this. He could really fuck you in this position. You ran your fingers over your clit as Harry's cock glided in and then backed out to his crown, before pushing back in, reaching that one spot, deep inside, his tip and the swollen frenulum dragging over it and making you see stars each time.

It was like Harry's cock was made for your pussy. Curved perfectly to reach and rub into the magic area that had your toes curling and your pussy creaming over him with how good it felt.

Things only got wetter as Harry went harder. He was tempted to spank your round ass but he resisted because the sound of a palm landing on soft flesh could be a bit loud at times. And besides, his skin and balls slapping against you each time he rocked inward were loud enough. But those noises couldn't be helped. The sound of two people fucking would be enough of a giveaway. Having the sound of him spanking you, which would probably make you yelp was not wise.

Harry began to tremble behind you again, his long cock slicking into you and punching you deep in your tummy. You sped up the speed of your fingers and groaned when Harry's hips rocked into you so hard you were being knocked forward.

"M'gonna come, baby. Come on Daddy's cock. Come on... Need to see your cream all over it. Oooohh..." he let out a low and quiet moan and gasp when you started to quiver and moan.

You bit your lip to keep your noises down because your orgasm was about to take you out. You'd been on edge and pent up all night, which only meant your orgasm was going to wreck you.

Harry shifted deep into you and he grasped your hips. You felt him lean over your body as he fucked inward, inward, deeper, deeper, never moving his cock out as his tip was smashed into your magic spot, smoothing over it and pressing into it, never letting up contact.

You lost it. You did your best not to make a peep but you shook and your ears rang, your heart pounded harshly as your orgasm took over. You creamed over his cock, just like he wanted and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned over your body.

Harry gasped and stilled his hips as he released inside of you, deep into your guts. You felt drool hit the top of your shoulder blades as Harry's mouth was hanging open in ecstasy. He couldn't help it. You made his mouth water and his orgasm burst into you and took over all of his senses. He groaned quietly as he unloaded himself into you, coating you with his sperm.

It was a lot. You both came hard. His come began to drip out of you before he'd even pulled out. You were both still a little shaky when he finally did pull out and you heard him laugh as he slipped his fingers through your folds to scoop up his come. He put his arm around your body and you saw his finger in front of your face.

"Suck," he said in a dark voice.

You wrapped your lips around his finger and sucked his still-warm come into your mouth and swallowed it down with a gulp.

"Good girl."

You both got up, wobbly and breathless and smiling. Harry brought you in for another kiss as he pulled your dress down to cover your body.

"Happy New Year, baby. I love you." Harry kissed you deeply and you slung your arms over his shoulders and made out like teenagers. You could probably have gone another round but it was best to get back to your respective rooms before anyone caught you. "Happy New Year, Daddy," you smiled at the man and he pinched your cheek with a grin before you both headed upstairs and went your separate ways for the night.

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BIRD IN THE HAND (PART TWO)

John pulled Cole's body closer. The evening had been perfect. John had made sure it was perfect. He'd figured out the jocky dude didn't seem as impressed by the big-money steak houses John had taken him to on their first dates, even though Cole pretended he did. So he booked an Italian bistro place. More buzzy but also romantic. They'd split a bottle of wine, the conversation flowed, they got dessert.

The Congressional Bro was cute as fuck. Cuter than cute. And funny. It had taken the FBI agent a couple of months to get into Cole's offbeat humor, but now he couldn't get enough. John knew he was a very attractive man, but he felt lucky to be out with this guy.

Cole's hand felt up John's chest as they reclined on his sofa, shoes off but otherwise still in their date-night clothes. Cole Walker almost regretted the way the federal agent's quarter-zip sweater and checked button-down hid that magnificent body. And John had one hell of a body.

"Mmmm... you feel nice, buddy," the 47-year-old agent said was he pulled back and took in the cute face of his date. His hands ran up and down Cole's back. He'd only known the guy for a year now but in that time Cole had packed on some more muscle. Nothing too big, but the dude felt heavier lying on top of him now.

"Yeah," Cole muttered. He had almost a frat-bro way of talking when he wasn't in professional mode. He kept it some in check around older men, too, for some reason, but it was coming out now. A contrast to his deep resonant voice. "I missed this, man."

John had been rehearsing what he'd say in his head. He wanted the timing to be right, and this felt as right a time as any. "I know I've not always been there for you, Cole," he said.

That got a surprise quiet from the younger dude. "I've never put any expectations on you," he said softly.

That made John Ricciardi feel guilty. "Maybe you should have," he blurted. "I mean... you deserve a guy who's a lot less standoffish. You're always there when I want you, whenever I call... I know it's gotta go the other way too."

"Okay," Cole muttered. His heard was pounding heavy now. After his time seeing Paul on Wednesday, he's been mulling over a lot before deciding to kick the can down the road. Turns out John wasn't gonna let him.

"So... my last name is Ricciardi," John said. "But you knew that already."

"He told you," Cole replied in a deep blush. He felt mortified to know that both John and Paul knew that Cole had slept with both brothers, repeatedly. But after a dinner date like just now, clearly John wasn't going through the motions. He decided to hear the man out.

John nodded, his eyes a little impish in their gaze. Even if Paul had a certain authoritative sexiness as an advantage of his younger brother, John had insanely smoldering looks, with green-gray eyes that seemed to suck Cole in. And a better, fitter body, even.

"He told me. I won't lie, I've always had this competitive thing with my older brother. I guess my ego was bruised a little."

"Oh John," Cole started in, but the man interrupted him.

"It's OK, buddy. Lesson learned on my end. I didn't tell you what you mean to me, because I couldn't admit it myself. That's on me."

Cole gulped.

John forced a smile and patted the ex-jock's rump. "I know I spoiled the mood, but I was hoping we'd make it back to the bedroom. The offer still stands for you to stay over if you want."

"For real?" Cole had gone into this date expecting a consolation prize, but now that he was face to face with John Ricciardi, in his arms, he couldn't imagine not see this as his boyfriend.

"I won't blame you if you wanna split." John's eyes were vulnerable and a little moist.

Cole's heart raced as he leaned in, and their lips met. There was that brief, taboo thrill that he'd been with two Ricciardi brothers. He'd spent a day or two processing that knowledge, but now, it turned him on. The way he could recognize the men were similar in a lot of ways, similar in personality even if their approach to sex was very different.

John was the better kisser and the way the law man's tongue danced just inside of Cole's mouth gave the younger man a crazy hardon. As they got deeper into the kiss the ex-jock gripped John's arms through the sweater, feeling the meaty biceps and tris. OF the two Ricciardi brothers, John was even more muscular and had incredibly pumped guns.

The older man could read the hunger in Cole's eyes when they parted. "I wanna be inside you, buddy.... now," he growled.

"Right here?" Cole asked with a naughty grin.

"I was thinking..." John started to clarify things but stopped himself. "Hell, we've never done that." The more he thought it over the more fun the idea seemed. Fucking this hottie in every room of his condo. His face got a playful leer on it. "Why don't you go fetch the lube?"

John pawed his crotch as he watched the young stud bound up excitedly. Cole was technically in his mid-20s now but still had that aura of a Georgetown soccer player. The kind of jock type John would jerk off to regularly. Before the apps, before Cole. He'd still masturbate to relieve the pent up need sometimes, but he enjoyed saving his nut for this young man. It just made the sex more powerful and enabled John to go more than one round if Cole was up for it. He usually was.

The kid practically strutted back into the room. Gone were his jeans and he wore only his button-up shirt, the tails of which opened with each step to show that long jock bone. In his hand was the bottle of lube, which he tossed to John.

"I went ahead and applied some back there," Cole admitted. "I didn't think that you might want to rim first..."

John smirked. He would have been OK with it he guessed, but mostly he was turned on by the idea that Cole wanted his cock badly. "No foreplay this time," he chuckled as he undid his own jeans and shucked them down far enough to let his fat boner pop out free.

Cole gasped at the sight. It was a beautiful dick already, but he realized he'd anticipated a look at it to compare it mentally to Paul Ricciardi's cock. Of course before there had been no reason to put two and two together. But now, the family ressemblance was undeniable. Paul and John looked similar enough, he guessed, but their cocks were almost identical.

"No foreplay," Cole repeated back to John, watching the hunky daddy type apply a thin drizzle of lube to his boner and then hold it up.

"If you need to take it slow, sexy..." John hissed.

Cole shook his head. "No way... I've fucking missed your dick."

John winced a little at that. It had been a solid two weeks since his and Cole's last time together. But even if Paul hadn't shared the details, he had a pretty good idea his brother had been buried inside this hottie just a few days ago. There was that jealous side in him, but he kept his ego in check and told himself the best way to win over a perfect guy like Cole was to be the man Cole wanted. He'd just have to figure his way to do that. And if it didn't work, it didn't work.

Cole, meanwhile, wasn't feeling any emotional complications at that moment. He was in heat. The whole week, after his fateful hook up with Paul Ricciardi, he'd been nervous things would be over with John. Or that the sexual chemistry would be ruined. But fuck, this FBI hunk was if anything hornier than ever. That fat cock felt rock hard as Cole sat down on it.

"Oh fuck, buddy," John muttered.

The entry stung a little, but Cole was determined to show off for John, to show the man he didn't always need the slow and gentle approach. He sank down onto that boner, all the way onto John's crotch.

"Jesus," the man said excitedly.

Cole was breathing heavy, almost hyperventilating as a way to deal with the shock to his insides. But fuck, the action had made John Ricciardi's dick feel big and powerful, and Cole fed off that. He'd been embarrassed sometimes by how much he loved to bottom, and he always worried about the way a man like John might think he was slutty or something.

But John's look up at Cole was one of pure lust and appreciation. Normally, he'd be checking in with the stud to make sure he was OK, but he had an intuitive sense this time, the way Cole's breathing quickly got back to normal and the way that jock dick pulsed excitedly. John gripped the soccer stud's thighs tightly and thrust up into the kid.

"Fuck yes," Cole hissed.

"You need that, buddy?" John asked excitedly.

"I do, man. Fuck."

John's thrusts were getting steady and firm. Fucking into this hot young man. As much as he normally preferred a long session with lots of making out, some teasing BJs and a real deep rim job, this was pretty incredible too. The way both men were keyed up for a quick fuck. Cole riding John's lap and bracing his hands on the man's burly chest. But mostly John fucking now, unable to get enough of the sweet slick sensation of Cole Walker's insides.

His brother had felt that too, had fucked the Walker kid, just like he was doing now. Before that would have brought the jealous flashes on, but now it just fed his excitement and the quivering pleasure in his cock. He pushed up into Cole's perfect, young body harder and faster.

"Unbutton your shirt, sexy," he hissed. His fingers now like talon's in Cole's quad muscle. As fun as it was to mate still mostly clothed, John wanted to see the dude he was nailing.

Cole had to steady his balance as his bracing hand left to undo the shirt and open it up. That had the effect of making the ex-jock core contract into a tight washboard ripple.

John fucked faster now, and guided Cole's hips up and down to exaggerate the penetration. This was intense.

"God yeah... fuck me, sir." Cole pleaded.

It was the first time Cole had dropped the s-word and John was surprised how much it turned him on. His eyes took in all of this young man's naked beauty as he felt his orgasm come on.

"Oh shit... cum in me... breed me..." Cole was losing any self consciousness about his bottomy need.

John's hips were a blur. Did Paul fuck the kid like this?

"FUCK!" he cried, loudly.

Cole's face broke into a big excited smile as he watched the lawman get his nut. John Ricciardi was so crazy handsome, but his face became something primal in orgasm.

The man's hips had frozen, locked in place to load Cole up, but Cole's hips undulated gentle against that pulsing hardon, milking out every drop he could.

As that big O began to crest, Cole gripped his own hardon.

It was John's turn to help out, he thrust up into Cole's body, not as hard now, but with enough force to press against that butt nut.

"Harder," Cole asked. More than he anticipate the angle was making his prostate sing.

John got an excited grin as he started going at it again. He had maybe a minute tops before his dick got too sensitive for this. But hopefully it wouldn't take this jock stud a minute.

Cole felt it, he really felt it. That thick Ricciardi prick now a battering ram against his sensitive inner gland. And the sloppy feeling of John's heavy load coating the way. He jerked and felt it coming.

On the spur of the moment he decided he'd try it. Right on the cusp, he let go. John's pounding prick did the rest. Cole was cumming like crazy, the sperm being pushed out of him in heavy jets. There was that intense light headed orgasm again. Maybe not exactly a Paul Ricciardi orgasm, but close.

Only when he came down from the high and regained full consciousness, did he feel mortified by what he'd down.

"Oh fuck, your sweater," Cole said. "Sorry... "

Indeed that preppy-dad style quarter-zip sweater was splotched all over with Cole's seed. Some was on John's handsome face too, which smiled in amusement.

"Ha, it'll wash out, buddy. Anyway, it was worth it. That was totally fucking hot."

Cole leaned back, displaying his body for John. He was with one of the hottest guys in DC and that was some heavy competition. But the 23-year-old knew he had the goods too, knew Ricciardi was crazy about him. "It was hot," he said. "Glad we could mix it up some."

John nodded. His prick was softening now, and he loved the wet sensation of its retreat. "Damn Cole... tell me what I gotta do to keep you. In the bedroom, out of the bedroom... if there's something I can do, I'll fucking do it, OK?"

With another guy John's approach, his emotional neediness would come across as too much. Even with Cole, from another guy it might not have worked. But he climbed off this hunk and felt his heart pound. Maybe it was the sex that hard worn his defenses down. "You know, John, I just want a fucking boyfriend. I don't know how to make that happen even, but fuck, I've been telling myself I don't want one, but I do."

John gave an empathic nod and got up off the couch, too. He was taller than Cole, by several inches and the younger man felt comforted to feel John's strong arms wrap around him and pull him close.

"We'll make it happen, buddy. In a way that works for you. But I'd be honored to be your boyfriend."

Their lips met and they made out, John leaning his head down to claim dominance in the kiss.

"Damn, bud... you hard again?" he finally asked with a chuckle.

"Maybe, yeah," Cole laughed.

John patted the young stud's rump. "All right, let me clean up some of the mess we made and we can take our time for round two."

It would take him a bit to recover and recharge. Maybe even an hour. John Ricciardi was feeling every bit his middle age and maybe had no business being with a 23-year old. But he'd decided he was gonna be every bit of the powerhouse sex stud this young man wanted him to be.

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seoll3miwrites · 16 days

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Hana didn’t think a link to her past would come up so quickly. Now, she’ll have to address her past with her potential boss in order to help solve the case. I mean how exactly do you tell your ‘not quite’ boss you used be an assassin? Chapter Title: Night Crawling by Miley Cyrus ft Billy Idol

Hotcher's was busy reading through his files for the other interview candidates, when Hana Fedorov swung open the door and marched into the room.

"Agent Fedorov we finished your interview already, I also don't appreciate you barging into my office" Hotchner chastised as he looked up.

"Giuseppe Montolo"

"Excuse me?"

"Your unsub is Giuseppe Montolo" Hana stated plainly.

"What do you mean?"

"He's been betrayed before." Hana explained before continuing, "What your unsub is doing is exactly what he did to the last contract that tried to double cross him"

At this point had Hana had taken the same seat in front Hotchner she had during the interview. "Montolo's also the only one who'd know anything about a fucking pullycella, or whatever that dude called it."

"He told you?"

"We know each other," She finally admitted, "Suppose you could call us ex colleagues."

At this point, it was clear that she had Hotchner's full attention, he'd closed the file he was looking through and his eyes were solely focused on her. "This wasn't in your file Fedorov."

"It wouldn't be, I was a minor the record was sealed."

"And what would that record say?" He leant forward, and Hana realised this conversation had shifted; she was being interrogated. She figured it'd be easier for to tell the truth by this point.

"The Black Lion." She answered immediately.

"I presume this is what was happening in Russia?"

Hana nodded.

"My father is Grisha Fedorov."

Hotchner couldn't control his expression at that, his eyebrows shifted slightly up in surprise. Which was to be predicted, Hana had just told him she was raised by a man on the FBI's most wanted list.

"Follow me." His voice left no room for argument.

So, she followed the imposing man into the bullpen where the other team members were waiting, Morgan and Reid were on speaker phone as they had just finished saving another potential victim. Hana caught the tail ends that it involved a grenade. Montolo was getting frustrated.

After the two had entered, Hotchner pulled out his phone before dialing and placing it on speaker. "Garcia you're on speaker."

"What can my magical hands do you for you?" A feminine voice replied unperturbed by her superior's formal tone.

"What can you find on a Giuseppe Montolo?"

"I was just about to call" The voice replied, as she began to explain her own research. "Ok, so, a week ago, this guys stumbles into the Atlantic City E.R., having been shot in the jaw. Can't give them his name 'cause of the whole shot in the mouth thing."

"But his fingerprints lit up the Rome police database like a Christmas tree."

"Italian. That explains the pulcinella influence." Dr Reid chimed in from over the phone, followed by Morgan.

"Yeah. They were able to get a name Giuseppe Montolo, which by the way weird you already knew, but anyway by the time Jersey P.D. got there, Montolo had been patched up and made his escape."

"And now he's on some type of payback gig."

"He has no idea who double-crossed him, so now he's killing every customer that he suspects might have done it."

"I tried to use Al's username and password to flush out other clients, but they don't call it the Darknet for nothing."

"Might not work anyway, most clients were instructed to use internet cafes or other public computers" Hana stated simply causing those in the room to turn towards her. "Can't link the IPs to an individual."

"Who was that?!" Garcia exclaimed from the phone, curious if this who had been chosen for the team.

"Garcia." Hotchner chastised.

"Right sorry, not the time." Hana could hear the faint sounds of Garcia typing away on her keyboard.

"We'll have to catch him another way, Morgan Reid you guys keep on the scene see if he's made a mistake. Garcia, keep searching we need everything you can find on him and any potential victims." With that Hotchner ended both calls before turning to Hana.

"This isn't his MO, I've never seen Montolo do anything like this before. He's getting desperate."

"Then we need to make sure we find him."

Hotchner then quickly left the room most likely to give orders to all the bodies still working hard in the bullpen, leaving Hana standing in the conference with the other agents.

"Must say kid, you're quite young for someone who knows how to hire a hitman." The older man, Rossi stated to Hana.

"Let's just say past experience?" She replied with a slight inflection to indicate her sarcasm.

"And the reason you know our unsub." Agent Morgan queried with his arms on his hips.

"Family acquaintance."

At the agents look at her in amusement, and suspicion. Unfortunately, it was clear to Hana that her secret was not going to be possible to keep. At least not with this team. Sighing she leant against one of the chairs around the circular table before continuing.

"I'll explain to the whole team once we catch Montolo."

"I think that's a good idea kid." Rossi stated before making his way out the door, "Now let's catch this son of a bitch."

"I like how you talk Agent Rossi." Hana replied as she followed him out.

He smiled at her, "You can just call me Rossi."

"Just Rossi, got it."

The bullpen was still a flurry of movement she notice a lot of the interviewees were dotted around on phones likely speaking to all the local law enforcements possible. She noticed Hotchner speaking to small group of officers, and began to approach him.

"Sir?" He broke from the group and turned towards her, "Where do you want me to be?"

"At the moment, I want you to wait." Hotch began, "You have history with Montolo which while useful could still be a conflict of interest."

"I understand sir." Hana nodded.

"But..." He continued, "When we catch him and he’s secured in prison I may request you visit him for an interview."

"Really?! Why me?"

"You might catch him off guard." He stated before turning away and continuing to speak to the group of people from before.

So, Hana waited in the BAU for the next couple of hours and watched as the case was solved. Even Tara got involved by pretending to be someone's wife, which impressed Hana. Being a able to analyse someone's speech and copy their inflections was definitely something that she was interested learning, maybe she should ask Tara about it.

Eventually though the bullpen got the confirmation, Montolo was now in custody. In hospital, but still they’d got him. Hana could breathe a sigh of relief that at least one of them was going behind bars. She stood from the seat she’s taken and once more approached the Unit chief.

“I wanna thank you sir for listening to me, I’m glad you guys got him.” She smiled brightly at him.

“And I appreciate your input,” he replied before continuing. “Rossi also told me you plan to tell the whole team about your history but that’s not required of you.”

“I know but I realised it would probably be easier to work with people if everything was put in the open,” it was then that Hana realised she hadn’t been offered a job, “I mean if I’m still a candidate.”

“Well I offered the role we were looking to fill to Dr Lewis for her work today,” Hana nodded although still slightly disappointed. “but, I’ve convinced our Director for allow some extra budget for another agent, if that network of hitmen is still active it would be in our best interest to have someone with previous knowledge.”

“Oh my god!” She could help but shout, “I mean thank you so much sir, I make sure to work hard.”

The corner of the unit chief’s mouth raised slightly into a small smile at her burst of excitement. He gestured for the young agent to follow him and led her towards the small conference room.

“First of all I wanna say a good job to the team, the case was difficult but we got the guy and as soon as he cleared by the hospital he’ll be heading straight to a cell.” Hotchner began, “I’d also like to welcome our two newest agents Dr Lewis and Agent Fedorov, who will both be joining the team.”

“But I thought we were only adding one?” Garcia queried.

“That was the initial plan, Dr Lewis is taking the original position,” he then gestured to Hana. “I believe Agent Fedorov has some incite that will prove useful for future potential cases.”

At this the team turned towards Hana, and she took a breath before fulfilling her promise and explaining; everything.

“How many of you know Grisha Fedorov?”

Dr Reid chimed in with mini rant of information. “Grisha Fedorov born in Russia sometime in the mid 1970s, he rose to the most wanted by the FBI in the early 2000s after he was linked to the assassination of a prominent political figure in Bolivia. After that we were able to link him to a total of 78 deaths globally, but there are probably more. Also, no arrest has ever been made as he’s lived completely off the grid since the age of 23.”

For a moment Hana was silent in surprise that someone knew so much about her father.

“Don’t worry he’s like this a lot.” Agent Morgan reassured before allowing her to continue.

“Right okay,” she nodded before explained further. “He’s my father, adoptive clearly I mean I doubt a full blood Russian could ever produce a fully Korean kid. But anyway, he found me when I was 5 years old and took me under his wing, he also trained me.”

“Trained you in what exactly?” Rossi asked in suspicion.

“How to kill.” She stated plainly, “From the ages of 13 to 17 I was an active assassin for hire, my young aged allowed me to avoid suspicion. I was the best, they called me The Black Lion which is cheesy but it sounded cooler in Russian.”

She was attempting to add little jokes in her explanation to relieve the intense amount of anxiety building inside of her. If her dad had left her with anything it was the incessant need to be liked by the people close to her.

“Eventually, I was caught by Interpol. They gave me choice I could surrender and give them any information they thought useful to catch my father, or I’m charged as an adult in Russia. I obviously took the deal and they let me move to the US where I was placed with a foster family given a social security number and then the rest is history.”

“Hell of a life kiddo” Rossi stated before standing from his seat, “We’ve all got past here but it doesn’t effect out work and neither will yours”

“I have a question?” It was Dr Reid again who, to Hana’s amusement, had actually raised his hand. “If you have the full information for Grisha why was he never caught.”

“Oh he left Russia as soon he saw I got caught, no idea where is now.” She stated apathetically. “I may consider him my father but I was just a protégée to him, I’m sure he’s already found another to manipulate.”

“What do you know about the Dirty Dozen?” Morgan asked.

“It rings a bell, but all I know it was someone or a group of people that not many of the Hitmen I was acquainted with like all that much, pretty sure the Dirty Dozen is on their personal kill list.”

“Well hopefully with you on team might make things easier.”

“I hope so, I’ll help as much as I can.”

After this Hotchner stepped forward and addressed the room, “Now that’s all cleared and out in the open, I want you all to head home and relax, I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

At this everyone gathered all their things together, and made their way into the elevator and heading down to the car park. Here everyone said their goodnights before going their separate ways and each to their own vehicle, except Garcia who Hana noticed joined Morgan in his car.

She approached her car and took a moment in the driver’s seat to think. She had no idea what was going to happen next, and she couldn’t wait to find out.

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So Oscar and Andy get increasingly close, and Andy starts crushing major hard, but in his affection-starved obliviousness just sorta repeatedly ends up word-vomiting at Oscar about how much he loves him, man, and how sometimes he feels like he's never known true happiness until the moment their eyes met and their lives became entwined mah broski (Andy KNOWS that this isn't gay because he was really worried he was gay for a while but then he made out with a random dude in a club and it sucked sooo Tuna's plan was foolproof, Andy is for SURE 110% hetero)

Anyway Oscar meanwhile is busy losing his mind. Because at first it had just been sorta eyerolling (like 'wow American straight men really are lacking for outlets for affection, lucky that has nothing to do with me lmao' but slowly it becomes clearer that yes Oscar actually is also That lonely and lacking in outlets for affection himself (due not to social norms but mere inability to get a boyfriend, which is even sadder tbh), and then he starts. Actually thinking Andy is great and fun and makes his life better and is someone he'd want to hear say these things for real if he could.

And eventually (probably at some kinda fancy restaurant or similar date-type thing) he hits breaking point and just. Tells Andy to shut it with the 'sometimes I think God himself beered you to me' shit. Because it's silly and he doesn't wanna hear that crap.

And Andy goes all quiet and hurt. And simply says that he learned a lot that day. And leaves.

And Oscar is. Trying to convince himself that that was the right call. He was getting in too deep, and the guilt he feels at Andy's cold reaction is only proof of that. He doesn't think about how much more boring his day is without him.

But eventually, Andy comes around. Almost entraps Oscar. Because he thinks they need to talk about what Oscar said. And he really thinks Oscar needs to hear this, too.

(And it's just. Oh god is Andy a serial killer??)

And what follows is. The beginnings of a long, drawn out lecture on masculinity and societal pressure against demonstrations of affection between men.

Because the thing Andy learned that day, when Oscar told him to stop saying 'anything that sounds like it could be lyrics from a cheesy musical final-act duet', is that Oscar is homophobic.

Which really sucks because Andy is starting to realise that he might be bi, hinself. And he never ever would have expected that the most homophobic person he knows would be his gay lifelong best friend partner.

(Of course Oscar is forced to clarify that he wants Andy to shut it because he's worried about FALLING FOR HIM, and Andy scoffs at that until Oscar is forced to prove that no yeah it is actually um. Kinda happening already. And the Andy goes very quiet and leaves the room for a long time.)

(Two days later they're dating.)

#the office #oscar x andy #andy x oscar #ofc Andy didn't enjoy the kiss bc it wasnt with Oscar #just kept thinking abt how he'd rather be spending time with his best buddds #how did andy realise he might be bi actually anyway???#i donft. know.#the man is an enigma #this is oscar's pov here we're just on for his bewildering ride

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mageofseven · 11 months

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Nesting with Birdie: A BarbMams Love Story

Chapter 8

Taglist: @astroseuss @zarakem @fcxyviixen @brielle043

TW: Child abuse explained in detail by the one who experienced it

The previous interaction truly left a bad taste in the butler's mouth.

Despite how difficult it was for Mammon to hear his brother say that, hear his brother try to influence him to give up his baby, it was Barbatos who was the most upset.

Lucifer was his friend, a title that meant a lot to the butler. Barbatos didn't simply make friends with anyone; the private, introverted man used to not see much point with friendships before Diavolo and to extend the same relationship to the Avatar of Pride took a long time to do.

Barbatos deeply resented the man for what he observed, for what he heard spewed from his mouth. And the audacity! Him expecting the butler to assist him in his quest to separate Barb himself and his little bird with their child?

Though the man has gained his composure, he hasn't forgiven the other man for it all.

Meanwhile, Mammon was more understanding; possibly more so than he should be.

"Luce ain't a bad guy." He insisted. "His words hurt, I admit it, but he said what he said because he thinks it'd better for me."

"You already expressed your interest in keeping our child." Barb argued, arms around his little bird protectively and hand over his stomach. "To try and manipulate you towards a different answer--"

"Barb, it ain't like that; he's looking out for me like he always does."

"Well then your brother needs a more ethical method of doing so." The older demon said bitterly.

"He...he does his best." Mammon defended. "He just doesn't really know me anymore, I guess..."

"Then he needs to put more effort into changing that."

The younger man stared into space for a minute, mind on a far away memory.

"Ya know...he wasn' always my brother; not like this, at least." He began. "My 'big brother', the man who originally had to raise me n' shit...he...he wasn't a nice dude. I mean, most thought he was, but like...nothing coulda been further from the truth."

Barbatos raised his eyebrows. This...the older demon hasn't heard this story before. Granted, Mammon rarely spoke of the Celestial realm or his life there and his boyfriend wasn't one to pry about most things.

"Michael was...like, if ya think Lucifer is uptight about image n' reputation or whatever then ol' Mikey would shock ya." The younger demon gave a sad smile. Michael hated that nickname, making it the only way child Mammon could get back at the man. Say it in front of others and Michael would pretend that the nickname was cute and that Mammon was his 'little buddy', but the truth was that it bothered the man deeply. "I was a reckless embarrassment to that guy and he made sure I knew it. The amount of times he dragged me in the house for a 'chat' that ended with him makin' me change my clothes so no one would see the bruises formin'."

Barbatos stared at his little bird in shock, his usual mask no where to be seen.

"Why have you not told me about this before?"

"Didn't wanna think about it." Mammon looked away and shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal. "But like...I feel like it's gotta be said now on account of what happened."

Barb's hand was still on his stomach. After a moment of silence, Mammon laid his hand on top of Barb's.

"Ol' Mikey would also lock me in the upstairs closet for a couple days if he thought I did somethin' real bad. I'd be in the dark for two or three day with no food or water, just sitting with my knees to chest 'cause I had no room to even sit up, let alone stand."

Barb tightened the embrace, but ultimately kept listening, wanting Mammon to say everything he feels he needs to.

"Whenever I was locked up, he'd tell the others that I was sick and just needed some time to rest and I was always this small, sickly-looking little shit so it was easy for others, especially the adults to imagine me just havin' a bad immune system or some shit." The greed demon pressed his lips together and tried not to cry. "They always believed him, even praised him for 'lookin' out for him so well', feedin' that bastard's ego...not Lucifer though."

Mammon gave a small smile.

"Nothin' ever gets past him. Bro smelled a rat clear as day and so he came lookin' for me." He sniffled. "No one ever bothered but him. He ended up hearin' me cryin' from behind the door before he unlocked the magick seal from the door and released me. I was all jumpy n' flinched back from him n' the light 'cause I thought it was Mikey comin' to get me for crying. But it was Lucifer...thank the devil and all that for it 'cause it changed everything...I threw myself in his arms before he carried me outta there...and he never made me go back. From there on...he was the only person who made me feel safe. Hell, I later joined his freaking war just so I could stay close to 'im."

He let his gaze rise back up to Barb's.

"So...you gotta see that despite all of his own issues, he's still the same guy who saved me back then. Lucifer...he's still the same brother tryin' to do good for me, as always."

Talking about all of this brought a bad realization to this man's mind though.

Mammon...he didn't hide away in his room just because he was avoiding his brothers; he hid away and refused food because...because that was what he was taught that he deserved when he 'did something bad'.

"Birdie..." Barb laid both gloved hands on the sides of his boyfriend's head before leaning in to kiss the tears from his face; Mammon didn't even realize he was crying till then.

And so...the truth of the matter is that Mammon did that to himself because that bastard Michael taught him that so long ago. In a way...ol' Mikey still had his claws in the young man and Mammon hated it.

This was...a lot for the other man to learn. It seems that the bulk of his little bird's problems...well, they came from a much deeper trauma than anything his current brothers say or do to him.

Lucifer especially wasn't the cause of Mammon's issues; he's reason Mammon lived this long. Still, the older brother did aggravate the issues at times that the second brother developed from the trauma.

Barbatos was...unsure how to feel about the Avatar of Pride now. The only thing he felt sure of was that...

He was grateful Lucifer was there that day to save Mammon from Michael.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mammon #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x mammon #obey me barbmams

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CC3 Anon

spoilers under cut

Hiii it’s CC anon. THANK GOD YOU RESPONDED NO ONE ELSE I KNOW IS READING THIS BOOK 😭

I finished CC3 last night and yeah. I enjoyed the pacing at the beginning of this book more than the first two books because we’re already in the thick of the climax and don’t have to build up suspense again but omg it dragged in the middle.

I did not care for Ithan at all I’m sorry. And yes he hasn’t been a pro sun all player in YEARS idk why she keeps bringing it up. I think someone stumbled and he caught her and Sarah went “his sunball reflexes” HES A WOLF HE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE QUICK REFLEXES. Had him running up and down to resurrect Sigrid and in the end it DIDNT EVEN MATTER.

Lmaoooo Ithan mostly acted ago appropriate if I think about it. He's like 20 I'm assuming since he's around college age. He's def not my favorite character either tbh. Love how everything fell into his lap tho. Literally anytime he was mentioned so was snuball it was so fucking dumb.

I know you like Tharion but can he do anything right omg. Ithan carried him with the Viper Queen. Sathia carried him in front of the Ocean Queen 😭 I WAS SO PISSED ABOUT THE ANTIDOTES OMG and then Ithan went and did the same. I see why they are best friends like wow stupid really follows stupid.

LMAO I love Tharion, yes he'd definitely dumb and needs to make better decisions but I liked how witty he was in the first book. He really needs to stop with the whole woe is me act tho. omg the antidotes shit don't even get me started. half of the stuff that she wrote for the book didn't even matter in the end. like, we could've cut this damn book down 300 pages tbh, nothing would've been missed because nothing made sense even.

I don’t hate Bryce. She did annoy me though. I hated when Aelin wouldn’t tell people about her plans and could not stand it from Bryce here. Her yelling at Hunt about having to face the consequences of their actions. I’m like dude you went to another world and came back powered up. Hunt stayed and was tortured brutally like what? I know why she doesn’t want him to have guilt about it but it’s his 3rd time going through this and failing. And now he has more to lose. Of course he would be feeling a type of way.

I do not like her at all lol. The whole not telling people plans things pissed me off because her loud mouth is not like that. AND THEN SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL HUNT "OH YOU DONT EVEN WANT TO BE HERE" girl maybe if you told someone the fuckin plan they would feel a bit more confident about going through with it for fucks sake. she's a mean girl and i can't stand her and i don't think she's funny at all she is so cringe to me haha. HUNT HAS ALREADY TRIED GOING AGAINST THE ASTERI AND HE WAS TORTURED FOR 200 YEARS?! Then he gets freed and has to do it all over again?! Like, why are we yelling at this man? of course he's weary.

I’m not the biggest fan of her swagger at times. Like sometimes we don’t need the quippy (read: unfunny) one liners :/

LITERALLY

The STAKES???? Bryce should’ve stayed dead! It would have been a lot more impactful. Even the torturing scenes kind of didn’t hit as much after the fact cause everyone can just regrow their limbs and be fine. No one had a single nightmare about what happened to them? I thought we would see something like that beyond “a glimmer of darkness in his eyes” idk :/

The entire "someone dying only to be brought to life on the next page" has definitely fucking worn off now but sjm apparently can't see that. she created a world with 50+ characters only to not use half of them when it matters. so stupid. Also, i don't remember them being able to regrow limbs tbh.

Maybe the book would’ve been too long but I was genuinely shocked we didn’t get more scenes of anyone on the actual battlefield. We were mostly in the palace after Bryce and Hunt teleported, and then the moment with Lidia and the sprites. But maybe the book would’ve been too toooo long idk.

Yeah there really was only like 60 pages of the end scene. but as soon as i saw the word space i actually almost DNFd it because what the actual fuck was that.

I will say I really like how the male friendships are genuine. I honestly can’t tell you that Bryce, Fury, and June are friends LMAO. (I’m exaggerating but I do kinda agree with this) .

Yeah, i love Ruhn, dec, and flynn's relationship. i think sjm tries to be like "oh yeah girl power, strong fmc's" but there's no women in the books? and they all don't like each other? like danika, bryce, fury, and juniper seemed like mean girls? girls that didn't give a fuck about anyone else? idk. the way that the men to women ratio in her books is very interesting to me. and the fack that EVERY man that comes across bryce thinks she's the most gorgeous girl to have ever lived...fuck off with that logic.

My girl Jesiba :////// She was my favorite for sure. I'm indifferent about her lol. Her entire storyline i feel was just made up like two months ago so she could connect to the other series lol

I do agree with what you said about Bryce (I legit almost wrote Aelin LMFAO) . I was not expecting her to just say no rulers for the Fae at all. But I guess a Senate would be more democratic.

SO STUPID. The Senate (starwars)

Im sure there will be a fourth book but I am so uninterested in Tharion and Ariadne like who caresssssssss. If Im interested in Ithan, it’s because I want to see more Perry. I wonder how connected this world and ACOTAR will remain.

I honestly hope it ends at 4 books. I think that would be a perfect ending because there's four houses. no need for more im already sick of it. yeah i liked perry too. i hope they're no longer connected lol.

Ruhn and Lidia :) but HE LEGIT SHOT HER?? I know she was acting irrationally because of her sons and he wanted to make sure she didn’t get herself killed but then he shot her. Like okay 😭. I think my favorite couples are Bryce’s parents and Lidia and Ruhn. Ruhn just seems so hot 😭.

Ruhn is a winner for sure for sure.

I’m writing too much and I’m scared this app will just shut down so I’ll quit here. I still think the first book is the worst one in this series. But I had fun with this one (despite my hang ups) and I’m glad it’s over (for now :/).

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT!!!

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT TOO!

CC anon!! I went to goodreads to read reviews of the book and I genuinely cannot believe how many 5 star ratings this book got. I mean, I can and can’t believe it. Atp anything Sarah puts out will average at least a 4 star rating on there and sell a crap ton.

I think people just give her that rating because she's popular, not because they read lol. oh yeah, why do you think she released 5 different bonus chapters. talk about a greedy cash grab. that mentality kinda makes me sick im not even going to lie.

I was reading through the 2-star reviews and someone mentioned their shock at how quickly Ruhn and Lidia resolved their issues which I totally agree with. She said she hated him and would never forgive him for what he did, and she was right! I know why Ruhn did it, but I genuinely still cannot believe he actually shot her, even if she was gonna be okay. That’s a terrible time to be worrying about a wound like that when you want to be at full strength to fight for your children.

Yeah half of the plot lines felt stupid? like what? he couldn't have stopped her any other way...really? i feel like she did not think this book through as well as she thought she did tbh. seems to be her thing these days.

(Even when Hunt said he hated Bryce for stopping him from killing Celestina, I was like Oh!)

OMG THAT WAS ACTUALLY WILD. YEAH OKAY. I TOTALLY BELIEVE THEY'RE MATES.

The reviewer said Sarah should have left their relationship on the rocks so we could get Ruhn groveling in the fourth book, and I can’t get that idea out of my head. ESPECIALLY with their bonus scene. Idk if you’ve read it but I was like ??? I like them as a couple and I like their story, but it did seem like it was all patched up insanely quickly. Like if you shot me then the very LEAST you could do is get my kids to safety. That alone would not necessarily make me forgive you.

I didn't read their bonus chapter but i can't believe they moved in with each other literally after like two days of knowing each other in real life. bro, you just found out she has two kids? you don't know the woman at all lol. no, everyone has to have a happy ending by the last page of the book or else. lol. no suspense.

#cc3 spoilers #cc3 #hofas #hofas spoilers

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Hiii! I just wanna say I loved the “wrong idea” one shot for Jake sm 😭❤️ could I please request Jake X reader confessing to each other for the first time?

right idea (jake kim x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au but big deal lives in a big house together or something and nothing bad ever happened, you and jake are friends-turned-lovers

summary: you and jake confess to each other <3

a/n: HII im so glad u enjoyed "wrong idea" its one of my most favorite things i put up on this blog 😭😭💖 and ofc, thank u for requesting !! 💘 i wrote this as kind of like a pt 2 to wrong idea for a little more silly big deal antics, hope u dont mind >:]

"Damn. Jerry was right about you two just napping together." The boy named nodded wisely as Brad continued, "But putting that aside, it's so obvious you guys like each other. What's the holdup?"

Jake could only thin his lips at that. "Honestly, I'm wondering the same thing."

Sinu lightly whacked his shoulder. "Well then get to it!"

Jake slapped him back, and not as lightly. "You JUST started dating Yeonhui a literal week ago while you've been pining for her for 10 whole ass years, don't try to scold me!"

"Okay, but--" Sinu struggled trying to come up with a counterargument while the rest of the men around laughed. "--No, listen! Take it from me as a lesson learned! If you don't act now, either you lose your chance or you'll die with your feelings!"

"Then I guess I'm taking my feelings to the grave."

Lineman exclaimed, "Are you kidding?! Where's the brave, courageous Jake we know?!"

"Okay, first off, you guys exaggerate my positive traits way too much. Secondly, even the strongest of people are weak in the face of love." As his friends groaned and started yelling about this and that, Jake just put his hands out in front of him and waved them. "Alright! I get it! But you guys should see where I'm coming from. I know it sounds cheesy but..." He sighed in embarassment, rubbing at his nape. "I just don't want to ruin what I have with them."

"Dude, they obviously like you, too," Jason deadpanned, "You're not gonna ruin anything. You'll actually make everything better if you confess. I promise."

"We promise," Brad corrected as Jason rolled his eyes and Lineman and Sinu were nodding along to the statement.

Jake just scrunched his nose. It was reassuring to see how encouraging his friends were, but it didn't ease the uncertainty in him. He felt confident if he confessed and you rejected, he could easily pretend nothing happened between you two but he was worried about what you would do. Ultimately he'd understand if you didn't want to stay friends with him after that but then he'd just wish he kept his mouth shut so you two could continue your friendship.

He snapped out of his worried thoughts when he felt Jerry's hand on his shoulder.

"The choice is yours to make, Jake. We're here to support you no matter what."

"Thanks, Jerry," Jake replied with a little laugh. "I'll see what I decide to do."

Sinu clicked his tongue. "Now or never, little brother."

Jake sighed.

For the first time in his life, Jake Kim gave in to peer pressure. Well, not really, he did want to do this, too, but it was also definitely peer pressure. After some "mean encouragement" from Samuel and his friends "threatening" to be his wingmen ("No, you guys can't be there when I confess"), he finally gathered the courage to tell you his true feelings.

As important as this was for him, he didn't want to be dramatic about it. It'd be quick and casual, and maybe that'd make it easier to gloss over if you didn't feel the same.

"Wait, but that might make them think I'm joking." Jake shook his head. "No, I already set up the tone. They know when I'm joking and when I'm not, and I told them I had something important to tell them." Least he could do was hope you wouldn't burst into laughter.

He ended up laying in his bed and staring at his ceiling for a few minutes, doing his best to calm his heartbeat until you finally entered his room.

"Did you get in trouble?" was the first thing you asked as you peeked your head in.

"Kind of." A nervous smile was beginning to form on his lips as you shut the door behind yourself and joined him in bed, flopping down next to him.

You had a goofy smile on your own face, reflecting the lighthearted mood. "Okay, so what happened? It's so serious you have to tell me in person?"

"I'm afraid you wouldn't believe me otherwise," he hummed, before awkwardly going silent. He cleared his throat as you stared and quietly continued, "Listen, uh. I'm not good at this kind of thing, so I'm just gonna come out and say it."

At this point you were starting to get an idea of where this was going. Still, you wouldn't believe it 'till you heard it--

"I love you."

Oh. He really didn't hesitate, huh?

You felt like you were sweating rivers, leaving your throat completely parched. Of course the feeling was mutual, but you just needed a few seconds to take this in and make sure it was real.

The silence you gave Jake made him start blushing.

"Do you... do you feel the same, too?"

You slowly nodded.

"Thank god." Jake slapped his hands over his face, beginning to laugh as relief settled in. "I had a feeling you felt the same, but I didn't want to get overconfident."

Some blush entered your cheeks as you wondered if you ever made your crush look obvious. "Well... good thing I like you back, then."

"...Yeah."

There was an awkward pause as you two took a moment to process what the hell just happened. You, confused and still in disbelief; Jake, glad and mildly surprised you didn't reject him. The feeling in common, though? The strangeness felt with the tension still in the air. The unspoken was already said and yet the both of you were tense.

"So." Jake turned to lay on his side and face you, propping his head up with an elbow. "Are we dating now?"

You glanced at him. "I mean if two people say they like each other and want to date one another, then yeah?"

"That makes sense."

There was another pause that painfully dragged on until you both made proper eye contact. As soon as that happened, laughter broke out.

"I-I'm sorry," Jake tried to say between laughter, "This is just... this went a lot better than I thought. Like, way more smoothly than anticipated."

"And a lot more awkward," you added, also between laughter, as you slowly eased up. "I mean, I don't know what I expected but laying in bed with you as you casually blurt out, 'I love you'?"

"Okay, that's on me. I wanted this to be more romantic, too, but I was nervous, alright? At least I actually initiated the confession."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Well, to be fair, I was also thinking about confessing. Maybe I'd never get around to doing it, but it's the thought that counts!"

And now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah, right."

Addressing the awkwardness was all it took to make you both feel more comfortable, it seemed, because the next quietness that fell was much more peaceful.

It lasted until Jake said, "I'll take you on a really romantic date tomorrow to make up for this bad confession."

"Yeah?" You smiled at him, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

He reflected it back. "Count on it. For now though... we should do something with how anticlimactic my confession turned out." As you raised a brow, red entered his cheeks and his gaze fell to the side. "Nevermind. The more I think about this, the more I feel like cringing--"

You were already laughing. "No, no, say it."

Jake Kim was not about to give in to peer pressure again. But you were his partner now so nevermind. "I was just gonna say..." He looked back at you. "We should do the cliche thing and kiss like characters in a romance movie do after confessing to each other." Immediately you burst into more lighthearted laughter and he groaned while falling back down to lay on his bed. "I told you it was cringy..."

You teased, "C'mon, this is real life, Jake. Things like that don't happen."

He just replied in a singsong voice, "Well, with you my life's a movie."

"Oh, shut up!" You couldn't help but laugh even more at his cheesiness and he took the chance to pull you in. "Hey--!"

"At least allow me to do this." He didn't wait for your reponse as he gave your cheek a kiss, pulling away with a grin. Seeing your flustered expression was enough for him.

As for you: you felt pretty satisfied, too. This wasn't the first time he had kissed your cheek, but it was with him as your boyfriend.

You could definitely get used to this.

#lookism x reader #jake kim x reader #jake kim #SORRY THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG I WAS HAVING FUN WRITING THE BICKERING #if u couldnt tell . i love friends-to-lovers trope so fucking much #requests

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cheetahspy · 9 months

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Hey, there! I haven't been on Tumblr in a long while, but I'm thinking about trying again (irrelevant, but anyway, I've always loved your art and thoughts on J). I'm a J self-shipper💜 I've always liked a softer characterization of him, but I understand the darker ones to a degree. Imo soft J is the best J🤭

I wanted to ask you something, if you're comfortable (kinda nsfw about J). Or just any headcanons you have related to this.

So J is my first f/o (I've been technically self-shipping for years as a child but I just thought others would find me weird so I kept my feelings for fictional characters to myself. I was relieved when I discovered self-shipping). I self-ship with him romantically. We met three years ago and have been together for two years (we actually celebrated our second year earlier in August!) I trust him completely (I know😅) especially when it comes to things like this. That's just backstory/context if necessary (Also, I haven't gushed in forever, so😅 sorry)

I have very little relationship experience so J has been a lot of "firsts" for me, which he knows. I turned 18 about 3-4 months ago (dude, adulting sucks). So... then this little thought wouldn't leave me alone... Again, some preface, I've always believed in trying to save myself for marriage (that's just my beliefs, everybody has theirs).

I've wondered how J would react to that or how he might feel about me (or someone he's romantically involved with) telling him I'd prefer to wait for marriage. (I personally headcanon that he could get married if he wanted - although he's slightly more resistant to it - it is possible for him. But that's just me.) Sometimes I imagine him rolling his eyes or snorting and making some comment like "Think ya can, uh... resist me that long, toots?" (I'm trying to, but you make it difficult sometimes-) and the suggestive eyebrows, you know he'd do that, or something similar, but I'm not really sure. He's a tease in every sense of the word, so I could see that too. Especially because I'm shyer about these things (he playfully pushes some boundaries but never ever crosses them.) He says things, lightly suggests things, etc. to make me blush but it usually never goes farther than that (although one time he lightly patted my thigh and I shuddered but I know he didn't necessarily mean anything by it). I'm always curious about what he would think or say if I told him.

So, if you're comfortable, I was wondering about any input or thoughts you had about J reacting to that.

Heya!!

Thank you so much, that means a lot to me! I know I don't post a lot on here (I spend most of my time on Instagram) but I've been wanting to post more often so we'll see how that goes. Especially with writing, I have quite a few things in the works🕺(Been that way for over a year now lol)

Of course I'm comfortable with asks, even NSFW, I'm here for it!! Asks, requests, tags, all that good stuff doesn't bother me in the slightest😁 I get excited! I’m just shy and have social anxiety, but please don’t ever mistake it for me being annoyed or anything. If anything I feel like I'm the one bothering people XD

Now onto your question! (Oh and NSFW warning even though it was in the ask but shhh I gotta say it too)

Honestly...I think you already got down my exact thoughts lmao. J would totally tease, making little comments like that. "What's the matterrr darlin'? Does it...scare ya, is that i-t? Aww little bunny, I promise to be gentle~"

I also think he'd be genuinely confused about that "wait til marriage" mindset. What's the point of waitin' around so long? Why does wearing a silly ring suddenly indicate you're only now allowed to do the old devil's tango with your lover? Don't get him wrong, he'd try to understand because he loves ya enough to try. And of course he'd respect your boundaries...

That doesn't mean he wouldn't try to change your mind though (in gentle, teasing ways as you said). However, if it ever becomes too much and you're firm on a "no" and "stop" he'll definitely tone it down and even back the comments and playful gestures off entirely if he needs to. He would never want to cross boundaries and make his bunny uncomfortable. And do not be afraid to tell him no! He wants your complete honesty and trust, he'd never betray that and would never force you into anything.

But ohhh boy if you end up deciding to try it before marriage, at all for that matter...you best believe what an honor it would be for J to be the one to take your V-card😏 He’d gladly teach ya the ropes🤭

Anywhooooo, thank you for the ask anon, it was "*Silco's voice* a lovely surprise," hope that answered the question if it didn't I'm sorry, I'm still kinda new to this and I dunno what I'm doing lmao

#ahhhh #thank you anon #so sweet #I appreciate your sweet words and the ask #you wanted MY input though???#are you sure?? XD #No one should be trusting me with character head canons and thoughts yet here we are-#thank you #really though #ledger!joker #ledger joker x reader #joker heath ledger #y/n #joker x y/n #it’s 2 I should be sleeping😄#but why sleep when you can stare at screens :((

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 20 - Seasonal Help

SOTS Masterlist

"I can't fucking believe that Glenn hired Adam." You scoffed, slouching down into your chair and cradling your warm cup of coffee between your hands as a scowl settled on your face. Of all the things that could've happened, you firmly believed this was the worst - though you respected Adam enough, it wasn't enough for you to not complain about him at every given opportunity.

"Dude's a complete clutz - and on top of that a 'grade A' asshole - he's not going to get anything done, he has all the competency of a new-born baby. He'd loose his head if it wasn't attached to his neck!" Swirling the bitter liquid around the half-empty mug, you sighed before taking another sip, allowing the coffee to burn against the roof of your mouth before swallowing the drink. "I just don't know what Glenn was thinking."

"I'm sensing some unresolved tension there." Garrett commented, a brash laugh escaping your chest at the nuance of his words.

"Really?" You asked, biting back another bitter laugh. "I thought I sounded totally chill."

Garrett wasn't wrong. Though it had been months since Adam had told your secret in front of the entire store, you still held a lot of resentment over it - it had been your secret to share, not his, and he hadn't given you that chance. Let alone regarding the fact that he had never truly apologised for what he did. Sure, he had gotten Amy to tell you he was sorry - but as far as you were concerned, that didn't count. You'd accept his apology when he said it to your face, with his his mouth this time.

"And also." You continued, taking in a deep breath before shuffling closer towards Garrett. "There are far too many people in the breakroom for my liking. I hate the seasonal help."

Sinking deeper into your seat, and now Garrett's side, you let out a deep sigh, deciding then and there you were going to do anything and everything you could to get out of working with anyone or anything today. You highly doubted most people would still be here come the end of the first shift - Adam included - and you hoped if you could skive today, you could avoid working with him all together.

"Okay, everyone. Good morning! Let's settle down. Um, 'tis the season. And I'd like to give a permanent welcome to all our new temporary workers in the light blue vests." A round of applause ensued at Glenn's command, you and your fellow permanent workers welcoming all of the temporary workers. "Now, I haven't put all the faces to the names yet, but I do know that you are Reggie and and we now have a Black Todd. Nope, you'll just be Todd. Uh, you'll be White Todd? Thank you. And, uh, oh, and this sweetheart here is Opal, who, at 90 years old, I think is the oldest employee we've ever had."

"Oh, and lastly, let's give a big Cloud 9 welcome to Amy's better half, Adam Dubanowski." While others called for Adam's welcome, you booed - though only loud enough for Garrett to hear who elbowed your sharply in the side despite how he tried to control himself from laughing.

"Um, I just wanted to tell you all not to treat me any differently just 'cause I'm sleeping with the boss." Adam announced, rising from his chair and addressing the whole room, receiving few laughs at his comment.

"He means Amy, not me. I'm not gay." Glenn reaffirmed, eliciting a chuckle from you, the comment seeming to break the tension that had formed in yourself.

"Anyway, if you have any questions about Amy, come see me. I've got all the dirt." Of course Adam would say something like that; God, he'd been here for all of five minutes and was already getting on your nerves.

"Seriously?" Amy spat, turning to face Adam with a frown on her face, her arms folded angrily across her chest.

"Oh, right. Sorry, Bean." Adam's apology seemed sincere enough, though the mindless use of the nickname seemed to be digging him a deeper and deeper hole.

"All right, uh, moving on. Tornado safety..." Glenn announced in an effort to continue his morning debrief before tens of temporary workers would be released onto the store floor - unknowing and untrained in anything and everything. Fuck, you hated this time of year.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not moving on." Garrett announced, turning to face the couple with great interest in where such a nickname had come from. "I want to know why you just called her Bean."

"It's 'cause she's small." Adam explained, a loving, fond smile forming across his face as Amy's lips sunk into a frown, heat flushing her cheeks as Adam continued to reveal secrets she'd managed to keep privy. "When we first got together, it was so cute, the way she'd sleep. Just like my little naked bean."

"Ew, I did not need to know that." You scoffed, hiding slightly behind your mug of coffee in hopes that you could escape Adam's eyeline as you criticized his behaviour.

"Stop. Please, can you stop?" Amy pleaded, sinking into her chair as the entirety of the breakroom's attention was now on her and Adam.

"Okay, well, any more questions?" At an onslaught of hands being raised, you sunk down into your chair with a guttural groan, knowing it would be a long while before you could get your hands on Glenn to ask to go home.

"What's wrong, doll face?" Garrett asked, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he leant closer to talk to you.

"I'm not staying here today. I'll come back tomorrow when 90% of the temps have quit - hopefully, including Adam." Garrett cringed at your bitter tone, pulling away from you as a look of amusement settled on his face.

"So, you really don't like the guy, huh?"

That was probably an understatement. Though you remained thankful that Adam had allowed you to come into his home and live there (though you knew Amy was the main force to thank for that), Adam's consistently self-absorbed attitude ruined what little respect you thought you could have had for him. Everything that happened in the Dubanowski household seemed to centre around Adam - Gas and electric bill gone up? Adam's new hobby uses a lot of electricity. You and Amy working overtime to help cover the new cost of the bill? Adam won't so someone must. Emma doesn't get to go on her girl scouts trip and Amy looses a weekend to herself for once? Adam really needed to go to that convention. It just felt as though his selfishness was intentional sometimes, and you couldn't stand him for that; especially when you often saw the affect it seemed to have on Amy.

"Yeah. I guess I don't." With a shrug, you took another sip of coffee, quickly finishing the mug off and standing from your seat. Promising that you'd at least catch Garrett on your way out of the store - if you could convince Glenn to let you go - you followed after Glenn, who had finally seemed to escape the crowd of questions, to his office.

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Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door, pushing the door open as Glenn's meek come in.

"Oh, y/n. Hello! Take a seat!" Sliding into the cushioned chair across from a now much-chirpier Glenn, you greeted him with a meek smile, suddenly lacking the confidence that you had had prior to entering the confined space. '"I'm glad it was you - I was nervous it was going to another temporary worker. I love expanding our Cloud 9 family, but my goodness is it tiring explaining the simplest thing over and over again."

Despite Glenn's tense tone, a wide smile still resided on his face. "What can I help you with?"

"Oh, um, I was just wondering if I could - y'know - like, maybe... go home?" Sounding rather unsure of your words could only benefit you in this situation, Glenn seeming to take your hesitance as more of a reason as to why he should let you go home, despite having been on shift for an hour at the most.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" Glenn asked, smile quickly dissolving as concern clouded his features, a hand reaching across the desk and out towards you in an effort to comfort whatever ailment was troubling you.

"Oh, yeah, just not feeling too good. I don't want to not give Cloud 9 my best. Figured it was probably better to take a day out and come back ready to go tomorrow." The Cloud 9 card, not something you felt you could use often, but something that you knew wouldn't fail to pull at Glenn's corporate-pleasing heartstrings.

"Oh well, I get that. You should probably head out then - maybe go and see a doctor too." You nodded silently, trying to prevent a smile from curling onto your face as you had managed to wiggle yourself out of spending time in close quarters with Adam all day. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then: but don't be afraid to take another day off if you need. You've got a lot of sick days and holidays available to you, y/n. Maybe you should use some of them."

Giving Glenn a gentle nod, you rose from your seat, backing out towards the door with a fake cough that scratched slightly at the flesh of your throat. "Maybe, Glenn. Thank you."

Closing the door behind you, you waited until you were around the corner to rush away from Glenn's office and back into the breakroom, quickly pulling your jacket out of your locker - which you had crammed in assuming the coat hanger would get too full and potentially topple over or have your jacket lost to the abyss - and slipping it over your shoulders. Grabbing your bag from your locker as well, you closed the door, heading out of the breakroom and in search of Garret before you made your leave.

"Hey, Gare." You yelled as you approached the customer service desk, alerting the announcer to your presence. "I got a favour to ask."

"Well I don't quite believe it." Garrett scoffed, arms folding across his chest as he looked up at you, eyebrows quirked in a mix of disbelief and confusion. "How'd you wriggle yourself out of this one?"

"Dude, I've had like one sick day in my entire time working here. Glenn was practically begging me to go and never come back." You admitted, leaning over the counter as you talked to Garrett. "Anyways, can I borrow your car?"

"What?"

"Can I borrow it? I'll bring it back before your shift's over. Promise." Sticking out your pinkie finger for Garrett to accept your agreement, you waited with baited breath, hoping he would lend you his car. As he didn't immediately agree, you jutted out your bottom lip, putting your hands together in a praying motion as you stared the man down.

"Ugh, fine. Anything for you doll." Garrett finally caved, fishing his car keys out of his pocket and throwing them into your open palm. Leaning across the counter, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing tightly before pulling back and planting a hard kiss to his cheek. With a cry of thank you, you ran towards the exit of the store. "I get off at 4!"

Rushing across the parking lot, you found Garrett's car, quickly unlocking it and sliding into the driver side. Reversing out of the parking space, you drove away from Cloud 9, one destination clear in your mind.

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Pushing past the door of Sunnyside Diner, a bell rung above your head, alerting the few people that sat scattered across the diner to your presence. Scurrying across to the counter, you sat at one of the red, leather stools, pulling up your bag to rest on the counter top. Pulling out Garrett's laptop that you had found discarded in the passenger seat, you turned it on, dropping your bag to the floor as you allowed it to load up.

"Well, well, sunshine." Bobby teased, coming out of the kitchen, an armful of glasses tucked carefully into his hold, that he gently began to place on a shelf against the back wall of the diner. "I know I said to not be a stranger, but that didn't mean you had to come back the next day."

"Good morning, Bobby." You nodded curtly at the older man, a gentle smile forming on your face at the sweetness of the interaction.

"Marcus boy with you?" He asked, leaning his forearms against the counter top as he took a break from his work to talk to you.

The diner looked different in the daylight - the neon-lighted signs weren't as bright as they were in the blackness of the winter nights sky and the light beaming through the window-wide caricature filled the diner with streams of rainbow light, yet the same few customers as were there last night seemed to loiter around the cabin.

"Oh. Um, no. I'm kind of hiding out here." You admitted, fiddling with the mousepad of the laptop as you opened Garrett's search engine, not recognising the purple swirled logo.

"Ah, well. Glad you made it here okay. Didn't think you'd come back alone."

"Oh I took quite a few wrong turns, I'll admit. But I'm here now." The pair of you laughed, tension of talking with a semi-stranger easily fading as you got into the swing of small talk; the older man's kind face making it easier then it ever had been before.

"So why are you hiding out, huh? World's a big and scary place; can't imagine Sunnyside is the nicest place to hide."

"Oh, um, my mom's husband is a dick. And he's working at our store as a seasonal temp - I lasted abut 5 minutes before I decided I couldn't handle it." You revealed, avoiding Bobby's eyes as you spoke, instead focusing on the laptop that you'd stolen from Garrett's car with intent, not just to occupy your time away from the store.

"Well, I hope you know you're welcome here anytime." Bobby smiled at you, pulling out a notepad from his apron's pocket and a pen out from behind his ear. "Now, what can I get for you?"

"Just a coffee would be nice. Thank you."

Having found the St. Louis relators website, you filtered out everything that was way too far out of your price point and narrowed down the area you'd prefer to live in; limiting your options to apartments within a mile of the store that you hoped you'd be able to afford. Though you'd only thought about moving out over the past few months, the more time you spent around Adam, the more you knew it was the next step for you.

You'd been thinking about moving out ever since the day Adam had tried to buy a grill in the store, and each day since you'd felt as though you'd overstayed your welcome in the Dubanowski house. While you knew you'd have to move out sooner or later, you felt as though you'd been ready to do so for a while - the one thing that seemed to be holding you back was Amy. You loved Amy, a lot, and Emma too, and leaving them behind felt like a step you weren't entirely ready to take; the fear that you'd lose them as important people in your life if you moved out holding you back.

"Now I don't mean to pry." Bobby spoke, leaning over your shoulder as he poured some coffee out of the steaming kettle and into the white, ceramic teacup you hadn't realised he'd set down in front of you. "But if you're looking for a place for the two of you, you might want to pick somewhere further on the outskirts of town - cheaper rent and usually a bit bigger cause they're out of the way."

"Two of us?" You asked, thanking him before bringing the black coffee to your lips and blowing gently on the boiling liquid before taking a careful sip.

"For you and Marcus." Chocking on the small sip you'd taken, you placed the cup back down on the countertop and smacked your fist against your chest in an attempt to get your spluttering to stop.

"Oh. Oh, no. Me and Marcus, we- I haven't- We've only ever been on one date; if you could even call it that." You revealed, coughing to clear your tight throat and try and stomach the coffee that hadn't gone down your windpipe. "It wasn't even meant to be just us when we came here, 's just how things turned out."

"Oh, really?" Bobby quirked his eyebrow at you as though he didn't believe what he'd heard - the version of events he'd heard from Marcus you had no clue about, but you imagined it would be similar to your own. "I figured you'd been together for a while; you seemed quite... couple-y, if you will."

"You think?" You asked before you could stop yourself, the idea that you and Marcus had seemed so obviously together to an outside making your heart beat a little too quickly. Humming to yourself, you took another sip of coffee - not chocking this time - and instead letting the cooled-down drink slide down your throat with ease.

Bobby left your side once more, taking a notepad and coffee pot with him as he went and attended to other customers within the diner as you continued to scroll through the apartment listings. Flickering between listing after listing, you continued your search for an apartment that at least fit some of the criteria you wanted, knowing realistically you would be lucky to find something within walking radius of the store, let alone anything else. Coming to the last page of the website you clicked on a listing for an apartment that appeared to be within walking distance from Amy's house - still a good car ride away from the store but close by to Amy? That was a sacrifice you'd be willing to make.

The apartment was on the fifth floor of the complex it was settled in, both stairs and an elevator built-in to the building which was a good start. Clicking onto the listing, you viewed the photos that showcased different parts of the apartment: a small kitchen bled into a living room, the apartment seeming relatively small but open plan by its design, two bedrooms (though one was closer to the size of a storage room, barely big enough to fit a bed and chest of drawers) and a box-sized bathroom. It was big enough for your lonesome though, and it had large windows and one of those fire-escape balconies and despite the fact it didn't meet most of the things you were hoping for it seemed good enough. The fact it was only two streets over from Amy and Emma a big factor in why you seemed to have so quickly fallen in love with the cramped housing.

Tapping on the link at the bottom of the listings page, you opened up a form to request a meeting with the owner of the complex, hoping that you'd be able to get an in person viewing before you committed to anything. You could more then afford the rent, your full time wage and savings you'd accumulated while living with Amy being enough for a down payment and a months rent in advance if they asked for it.

Closing the tabs you'd opened and the the laptop itself, you slipped it back into your bag, this time keeping the bag against the table top as you finished the last of your coffee. Slipping a $20 bill under the cup to keep it in its place, knowing it would cover the cup of coffee and then some, you jumped down from your stool, knowing you needed to head back now to make sure you met Garrett before his shift was over to return his car and keys to him.

"Thanks Bobby!" You shouted over to the older man as you walked towards the door, waving him goodbye as you left the diner for the second time in the past 24 hours.

"Anytime, sunshine. Anytime."

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Walking backing into the store, you walked towards customer service wherein you'd hoped you'd find Garrett, only to ne met with the sights of Dina, Jonah and Garrett crowing around the counter top. "Yeah, I feel terrible. I didn't realize they were Last Chances."

"Who were last chances?" You asked slipping under Jonah's arm so that it rested across the tops of your shoulders, appreciating the warmth against the cold fall air outside.

"The temps Jonah bet on quitting." Garrett revealed, your jaw hanging slack - though it was shocking that he'd bet on the last chances temps, you were more surprised that he'd made a bet at all. Jonah had mentioned in passing his aversion to gambling after a series of unfortunate events in college, so the fact he'd somehow caved for a bet on the temps surprised you the most.

"I did. I thought that was why we were betting on them." Dina admitted, looking out at the few temps that still remained then turning to you. "I though Glenn sent you home sick?"

"Oh, um, he did." You explained, trying to think of a lie; Glenn had approved your sick day, thinking it had been because of sickness, but you couldn't be bothered to deal with a disproving glare from Dina at the truth. "Just came to tell him I'll be back tomorrow. Clean bill of health from the doc'."

"Really? That was quick. You'll have to give me the name of your GP." Dina words caused you to try and splutter an excuse as to why that wouldn't be possible, but Dina dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "We can discuss the details later."

"Whoo! Is it hot in here today? Do I look flushed to you?" Amy asked as she approached the group of you, coming to stop across from you and Jonah and picking up one of the leaflets on the counter and fanning herself with it.

"What do you mean by flushed? Do you mean tired?" Dina asked, breaking her gaze from the remaining temps to scan her eyes over Amy's figure. "Because you always look tired."

"Oh, my back hurts." Amy emphasised, stretching her back and rubbing at her waist as though to really try and convince you of whatever had happened. "That table in the Photo Lab is really uncomfortable."

"The Photo Lab?" Jonah asked, wincing at the connotation of the question alone.

"Oops. Busted! No, me and Adam..." Amy made squeaking noises, trying to mimic the sound of a bed being bounced on as though you didn't know what she was on about. "S-sex."

"Ew." You cringed, not wanting to hear more about Amy and Adam's private lives then you needed to; seeing Amy as a parental figure in your life making the confession all the more weirder. "Once again, I did not need to know that."

"Yeah, no, we got it." Garrett reaffirmed, giving Amy a tight-lipped, tense smile as she walked away from the customer service counter, her hips swaying from side-to-side as she left.

Tucking you head into Jonah's chest, you let out a groan - Amy's admission having made things unusually tense and awkward. Digging your hands around in your pockets, you pulled out Garrett's keys, sliding them to him across the countertop as you pulled away from Jonah's hold with a final, goodbye squeeze.

"Thanks again." You said, walking backwards away from the customer service desk in the direction Amy had just strutted off in. "I'll see you guys tomorrow then."

"No problem, doll. See you later."

"Hey Ames!" You shouted chasing after the woman as she continued to walk away swinging her hips.

"Where were you today?" She asked, the pair of your walking in step towards the back of the store where you hoped Amy would be grabbing her things to come home with you.

"Took a sick day. Didn't want to put up with the temps." You admitted, Amy's eyes boring into the side of your head, as if she was expecting you to say something more then just that. "And Adam."

"Sounds about right." Amy muttered, pushing past the doors of the breakroom and b-lining straight for her locker, pulling out her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.

"Amy?" You asked, your meek tone causing Amy's head to snap up from where she had been staring into her bag, routing around for her keys.

"Yes, Mi Chiquita." She replied, closing her locker and taking a cautious step towards you.

"I think I'm ready to move out."

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Hey guys!!

I hoped you enjoyed this weeks part, I know it doesn't necessarily follow the shows plot for this episode but I was really struggling to get into the grove of seasonal help. I'm sorry if anything about looking into buying an apartment was wrong I've never done it before lol.

Also, I'm sorry it's out today instead of Wednesday and its a bit shorter then usual, but it's here now which is what matters :)

GP stands for General Practitioner - IDK if those are a thing else where, but It's what we call your like personal, local doctor where I live - sorry for any confusion that may have caused.

Anyway more Bobby!!!content. I low-key head canon Jim Beaver as Bobby, I won't lie and have just stolen him from South Dakota for the sake of Sunnyside diner.

I hope you enjoyed!! If any feedback or criticism please let me know so I can improve for both me and you.

As always, have a lovely week!! <333

#sitting on the shelf marcus white x reader #superstore x reader #cloud 9 #superstore imagine #marcus white #marcus white x reader #marcus superstore #marcus white imagine #superstore marcus imagine

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fleshadept · 2 years

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smth I find interesting is their differences in like the Definition of murder. like stede didn't directly kill either of the badmintons, but he still thinks of himself as a vicious murderer. but Ed only directly killed ONE person, but indirectly killed soo many ppl, like when Jack says he lit the boat on fire, and he says technically the fire killed those people. my theory is stede hates himself, and has the whole time, so unconsciously he's grasping onto this as a reason for it, and Ed is trying to never think about those people he killed so he doesn't hate himself any more than he has to.... idk I just think its an interesting character detail :-]

the interesting thing to me is that stede did not feel bad At All for "killing" nigel. like he straight up told the elder guy that. the dude asked if he felt bad for killing him and he said Not really, he sucked even as a kid! and figured out that really the reason he felt bad was because he felt inadequate and nigel reminded him he'd abandoned his family (nigel reminding him of this is also how we, the audience, are introduced to the idea that stede left them for piracy) which made him feel guilty about THAT, so what you said about him displacing his self-hatred onto this is pretty accurate.

so he didn't really feel bad about being a murderer. it's why he could leave mind-nigel behind on the shore at the end of that episode. stede isn't as averse to murder as he is to violence, per se. we see in his flashbacks that violence has been associated with masculinity for his whole life, the specific kind of masculinity he's been excluded from, that violence turned on him as a result of his exclusion. also it seems like he just thinks it's gross lol

when chauncey died, it had the same effect: chauncey forced him to remember that he abandoned his family, he didn't really give a shit about chauncey dying, but he remembered what he'd done "to" his family (assuming they were worse off without him) and felt like he needed to resolve that. it had already been on the forefront of his anxieties from learning he had been declared dead, so chauncey just pushed him over the edge, so to speak.

it's telling that when he says "at some point, a man's gotta face the music for the things he's done and the people he's hurt" we get a shot of nigel dying at "the things he's done," a relatively neutral statement, and a shot of his family at "and the people he's hurt," because from his perspective, he really only cares that he (possibly) hurt mary and the kids.

there are some inconsistencies that i hope they explore later, like stede burning that ship of aristocrats alive but looking taken aback when calico jack said ed burned a ship of people alive (with the crew still trapped inside? perhaps that was the difference).

ed's philosophy is harder to parse because we haven't spent as much time with him. he clearly sees violence as monstrous. the only person he's ever killed was his dad, which he did as a last resort to keep his mom safe after his dad was violent, and we don't know for how long that went on. after that he "always outsourced the big job," which seems like a pretty straightforward way to rationalize necessary violence. he didn't skin that guy, fang did. same end, different means.

the fact that he constructed the myth of the kraken around killing his dad is VERY interesting. not only does he outsource actual killing to his crew or other external forces, he took his one true murder and turned it into a horror story he uses to scare people, saying it's the only thing that scared him. it's hard to tell if he genuinely believed in the kraken until stede's fuckery triggered his real memory or if he knew the whole time. either way, he clearly was traumatized by killing his dad and that led him to his current philosophy, whatever the extent of that is.

looking forward to season two, it seems like they're foreshadowing ed dropping this philosophy entirely by not just going back to being blackbeard but declaring himself the kraken, the part of himself he invented to rationalize his one and only murder. which, of course, implies he'll be doing more murdering. we'll see!

#giddy over s2 for real #sorry this was a whole fucking essay but it was an interesting question i've thought a lot about #especially stede's philosophy #i hope we get more direct ed POV next season because this one was very stede and the crew POV which ofc makes sense BUT-#anyway #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbonnet #ofmd #our flag means death #cricket answers #cricket chirps

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nineliabilityrisk · 8 months

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did i ever tell you i'm gay? (also for jeremy LMAO.. 100% when he Knows That)

" did i ever tell you i'm gay ? "

-- [ asked by @bravevolunteer ] --

"Did I ever tell you you're a dumbass?" he asked. Waited for the inevitable look of confusion — yep, right there, that deer in the headlights, 'what the fuck are you on about,' look that he found himself on the recieving end of so often. "Sorry. Thought we were stating the obvious," he said with a smile. Sure, it might not be the most sensitive way to respond to Michael coming out to him, but... He knew. Michael had already more than made it clear.

He waved a hand through the air — dismissive, trying to assuage any possible fears. It wasn't that big of a deal. At all. "Seriously, though, you're, uh– not the only one, if that's what you're worried about. I don't think I ever actually told you, but that's 'cause I... Sorta thought we already had some kind'a mutual understanding about it." Because he thought they'd been flirting with each other for weeks now.

"Wait, wait– Michael." He focused in on the other boy, face as straight as he could manage despite the poorly-contained laughter behind his voice. "Have you– have you seriously. Have you spent this entire time thinking that I was just some straight guy– and that I somehow thought you were straight? This whole time?" Sure, he knew this wasn't something they could be super open about, but it wasn't like he'd been trying to actively act straight around Michael since they first met. He had not been subtle. Like, at all. "Dude. I've been hitting on you for so long, now. Did you really not catch any of that?" God, he sounded absolutely incredulous at this point. He couldn't keep his voice level.

He had to take a second to hide his face in his hand. Needed to collect himself. "Sorry. I promise I'm not laughing at you. I just." He was laughing, though. More at himself than anything else. "I thought you were playing hard to get or somethin'. Did you really not–? Did you think I was just being nice? Oh, Michael, honey... You're incredible. I don't know how someone like you even exists. I'm sorry. I should've been more obvious. Hang on. I can-"

Lifting his head, he placed his hands on Michael's shoulders, making sure Michael's eyes stayed locked with his own. Dopey grin painted across his face — he couldn't help it. This whole situation was so funny to him, but by God was he glad it was happening. "Hello, gay Michael Afton. I know you are gay. I, Jeremy Fitzgerald, am also gay and would like to gay date you. Maybe even be your gay boyfriend, if you'll have me." It was an absolute miracle he managed to get through that without breaking down into laughter. It was so goddamn cheesy but he couldn't help it. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

"There. Is that clear enough for you, or do I need to try again? I mean — I could kiss you, too, if that would help get the point across."

#m | ic: threads ; jeremy #others | ic: threads ; mikey #interactions ; jeremike #bravevolunteer #[[ replies tag ]]#[[ queued ]]#i love them so much you dont understand #jeremy is so. why is he like that i <3 him #i did not intend for this to become a confession but jeremy just kept fucking going i apologize

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weirdraccoon · 8 months

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This is one of my favorite songs and I feel it every time I hear it. I have a... story that goes with it but it's personal and kind of stupid so read only if you are curious.

Warning tho: Suicidal thougts and a very long rambling text.

So, in 2022 I went to Canada to meet with a guy I met on facebook (don't think anything yet, I know this is dumb). Anyway, this dude I met was from Mexico too, different city, but close enough he could visit.

We started talking during the pandemic and I didn't want to meet him in person haha and I used the fact that we had to stay home as an excuse to explain why I didn't want him to come (this dude couldn't take a simple "no").

Fastforward to May 2022 and he came to my city. I still didn't want to meet him but I admit he had been fun to talk to and I considered him an online friend. Besides, I had already looked him up, y'know, to check he was who he said he was and all. (I even found the name of his parents lol I'm good).

I remember Dr. Strange was on theatres and I told him I'd meet him if he invited me to see it and when we were waiting in line he told he was moving to Canada and he'd like it if I went with him. I was like "hold it, you're just an online friend" but I guess he had already put my in the girlfriend-zone which sucks.

That year was one of the worst years, emotionally for me. I've just finished my career and I was giving online classes and I felt like a functional adult. But then, I quit my job because of dumb stuff my dad put in my head and I had nothing to do- no work, no study, no energy to write or paint or anything really. And I started thinking:

If I'm doing nothing, then what's the point.

To be alive without actually living.... It'd be better if I didn't exist at all.

I guess it consumed me and it depressed me even more and all I did was sleep and pretend I was doing good when I had to go see my family.

I felt like a ghost. Now I realize I had been feeling like that, as if in a daze or a dream or like smoke, for a very very long time.

FB dude invited me to Canada then, paid for the plane and everything. Mom seemed excited that I was apparently meeting someone, even Dad was unworriedly cheering me on, telling me I should explore and travel and meet people (ohgoshamIcrying?)

So I went.

I knew I couldn't put my life in other people's hands, and not in a trusting way but in a desperate attempt at finding a lifeline.

That song?

I first heard it when I was sitting near a lake.

Dude had to work all the time I was there, so I was by myself most of the time. I still slept most of the day, then went out, drank water to feel full but I didn't eat that much in those two weeks, wandered around downtown, visited the National Gallery, took a bunch of photos to look content on my instagram...

I almost didn't come back.

My thinking process was: if I die here, they won't have to see my lifeless body. They won't have to hold a -what's the word- like they did for my uncle (who died just a few months before my trip). It'll be better for them all if I just disappeared. Bunch of people disappear everyday. Tourists. Specially women, right?

I listened to that song every single day during my stay there and I kept looking for the oportunity, the place. Waiting for someone to actually do it for me and even wishing FB dude was a psycho who'd do it for me cause apparently I was a coward.

Anyway, I did come back and I feel awake and I no longer want to do it even if I think not existing is still a good idea. Went to the psychologist, figured some stuff out, realized I hadn't mourn my uncle like I should've, put my life on my hands with a pretty simple and dumb goal: I don't want to leave that on my brother.

Now I'm still convincing myself, every day, that I do want to be here.

And even if there are days when I just sleep and think that I don't deserve to exist, I keep trying the next day.

Ignoring myself is difficult, but I also enjoy shutting myself up by proving I can do things.

It helps that now I have a job, so I have to get up for that, and HL helped a lot, taking me home for a little while and finding me a new little fandom with even a friend or two (even if we dont talk much).

Still... I'm scared of maybe not comitting it, but I guess I don't really take care of myself, and I'm just following my uncle's steps on how to stop existing.

But scared is not the right word either. I guess I'm just sad. Again. All the time.

#this song #personal rubbish #depressed #tw depressing thoughts #depresion #suicidal thoughts #you are not alone #if anyone wants to talk about feeling this way #i get it #or we can only listen to sad music #5 minutes of crying then dust off and go on #weirdraccoon rambling #Spotify

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what-if-nct · 2 years

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Tagged by @jonghyuns-husband, thank you for tagging me!!!

•what was your ultimate bias doing at the exact moment they became your ult?

Yixing was crying right after EXO won their first win. That made my heart melt into a puddle.

•if you were stranded on an island, which idol would you want to be stranded with, and which one would you wanna toss back into the ocean?

I want to be stranded with Kyungsoo I feel like he'd know what to do and have everything under control I just know he has survival skills. Baekhyun's getting tossed into the ocean, he'll be as useless as me but more annoying.

•name the kpop song you go to when a non-kpop friend hands you the aux.

Double Knot, you can never go wrong with Double Knot.

•alternatively, if you’ve had aux privileges revoked due to kpop, name the song that took away your right to have the aux.

Cat & Dog - TXT, I'm already on thin ice for playing 21st Century Vampire by huddy. If I play Cat & Dog I'm getting kicked out of the car. As much as I love Cat & Dog, I just know. I just know. I'd play Sticker before i play Cat & Dog in the presence of a non kpop fan.

•if your bias hadn’t debuted in their group, what other group could you see them being in (and why)?

Exo cause Johnny was almost in exo, it's the only choice.

•what’s the funniest thing your ult has ever done?

When Yixing completely lost his mind when all of those birds were tormenting that poor man. He just gave his sanity up. When Johnny drove off without Mark and Doyoung. And When Bangchan lost his sanity over spicy ramen, he was just fighting for his life.

•have you ever been biaswrecked into having more than one bias? if so, who was it, and who are your current biases in that group?

Hell yeah, I have like 30 biases. Half of that is my nct biases alone.

Exo: Yixing, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and (reluctantly) Baekhyun,

NCT: Johnny, Yuta, Jungwoo, Hendery, Xiaojun, Jaemin and Shotaro.

Stray Kids: Bangchan, Hyunjin, & Felix,

TXT: Yeonjun, Huenging Kai, & Beomgyu.

•name an idol collaboration you would love to see that hasn’t happened yet.

NCT x Doja Cat, I don't know if this what it meant. But I would pay to see NCT x Doja because their music sounds so good together and I need it, gimme.

•what’s one trait in particular that you share with a bias? i.e same laugh, same starbucks order, etc.

Yixing: Spaciness, Yixing can be really spacey and need to be snapped back or he's just not really paying attention. And I don't know what's going on 80% of the time.

•describe your worst date ever but replace the name of your date with your biaswrecker.

Oh god okay. So Jeno picked me and the first thing he said was I was bigger then he thought I would be then continued to apologize the entire drive when he saw it made me sad. Then Jeno was telling me how he actually had a girlfriend and he was cheating on her because she was cheating on him. And also about how he did a lot of different drugs so his mind was a little messed up. After we got dinner and we were just hanging out Jeno started to cry while I went down on him so I told him we didn't have to do anything and Jeno spent the rest of the time talking about his girlfriend till he took me home.

•if your favorite kpop song was a flavor, what would it taste like?

My all time favorite kpop song? I have to say it's Heart Attack and Lotto - Exo Heart Attack's flavor is lemon-lime. I can't explain it's just lemon-lime. like a bottle of sprite. Lotto, is Pink Lemonade with batteries in it, no i will not elaborate.

•what group would you most want to play cards against humanity with?

Stray kids, Chan Struggling, Seungmin being completely out of pocket, all of the screaming and laughing perfect.

•name a random animal off the top of your head. what idol do you associate with this animal?

Hamster, and yes Jisung but also Shotaro, he also looks like a cute little hamster with those cheeks.

•what’s the last comeback you stayed up all night for?

Dude, Boy In Luv - BTS and that was a long time ago, it was the last time i was able to do that I was like 20 , being an actual adult made me slow down as a kpop fan. I didn't get fully back into kpop till the end of 2018.

•and finally, what’s one song in your kpop playlist that you would totally lose your mind over if it came on in a grocery store?

Wolf - EXO, Love Talk - Wayv, Wolf Gang - Stray Kids, like absolutely feral. especially if Wolfgang comes after wolf

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@hyuckieslove @violetwinters @morningsunandnightsky and anyone who wants to do it.

Also sorry if i tagged you twice already.

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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Would all of the boys you write for be okay if reader had hsv-1 below the belt? I've been struggling w/ my new status and have tried to seek comfort in fic. My best friends have told me the virus is morally neutral, but the stigma thanks to it hurts so much. I just wish more people understood exactly what hsv is, that people don't experience symptoms all the time, and that about 1 out of 6 people in the US experience hsv-1 or 2 below the belt.

I'm so so sorry there's such a stigma around it, love. There needs to be more education. And more hugs. <3

HSV is really common 50-80% of American adults have it, and an average of 66% worldwide. And--THE MORE YOU KNOW!--chickenpox, shingles, and mono are in the same family of viruses as HSV. So that racks up the numbers of viral carriers even higher, very nearly to 100%.

I mean, yeah, most people would like to not have it, but the same could be said for chickenpox or covid or athlete's foot or HPV or or pink-eye (literally getting poop molecules in your eye!). Humans are social creatures and we get social bugs. There are ways to keep from getting it / spreading it, but the same can be said for all those things I just mentioned too. Nobody should be stigmatized for it and a good partner wouldn't let it stand in their way if they loved someone.

And if someone acts out of fear toward it, it's because they have not educated themselves on its commonality and it's mostly non-issue status in most peoples’ lives. This denotes laziness and lack of compassion. (Learn to recognize this. It will look different from those who may seem freaked out at first but at least ask questions and are willing to put in the work and learn. Those are partners worth being with.)

That being said, reactions from the boys as I believe them to be?

(gif by thewaythisis)

Heh.

Just by nature of lifestyle and their societies, I wouldn't be surprised if Pero and Ezra were in your club; it's common enough that in their times it is most likely a fact of life. If not, they most likely have viruses of their own they are harboring, so there's going to be no judgement there. Pero wouldn't know what you're talking about. He only cares that you're willing and warm and--though he won't admit it--that you're good to him. Ezra though? Be up front and honest with him before you take him to bed...and then be prepared for him to give you a wicked grin and be honest right back. You might even find that you've both just found someone you may not need to use protection with.... Although with canon Ezra, there's a chance you still might want some, heads up. Totally worth it. Enjoy the ride and please send updates.

Dieter's been around. He's the kind of dude where, if you followed him up to his room after agreeing to have sex with him, he's gonna turn to you the minute the door's closed. He's gonna ask you about your history while he's shucking his crocs and robe, listening and giving impatient little "uh huh"s and "right"s. Then he's going to slap on a condom, throw himself on the bed, and ask you to use him. Someone who's that easy about sex is also easy about everything that comes with it and knows the best way to go about it so everyone has a good time. He doesn't give a shit about much because he understands it's nothing to give a shit about, just ride him already and tell him he's a dirty boy. He's tired of waiting.

With Din, he lives in the Star Wars galaxy. They have inoculations and cures for everything. Eff. Lose a limb? They build you another. Have terrible burns? Breathing machines and exoskeletons for you. Anything else that ails? They have the almighty BACTA. There's a good chance if he were to join you in the HSV dance, he'd just treat any symptoms with some bacta patches and get back to kicking ass and being sweet. What's the worst that can happen? He gets a few unsightly sores on his face now and then? ... You realize he lives under a helmet, right? This dude has scars bigger than you. He's frankly confused as to why you feel it's even an issue. He loves a weird little green alien that tried to choke Cara with its mind and eats people's spawn. You think a little thing like this is gonna keep his heart from pounding after you if it wants to? You realize the man's a warrior, right?

Javi loves with his whole heart and you can't convince me otherwise. If he loves you, nothing else matters but making you smile.

You know who is one of the smartest of the boys and would have no concerns? The Thief. He's also unaffected by this detail.

Jack you're gonna have the most problems with, though. In that, if you've captured his heart, he's going to be INSUFFERABLE any time you have a flare-up. Washing your hair in the bath. Making or ordering in your favorite foods. Flowers. Surprises. Just cheesy-ass, lovey-dovey bullshit because he wants to make sure you're being taken care of. It sounds nice, but at some point, you're going to get overwhelmed. If you do, you'll have to let him know he doesn't have to coddle you, and he's gonna make excuses and back off if that's what you really want. But secretly, he loves a reason to take care of you. He wants to be your cowboy hero. So look on the bright side and find any and all ways to take advantage of that! (I suggest requesting a foot massage. You won't be sorry. Big, lasso-weilding hands...)

Now let's talk about GTTT Pats. He's got his clientele to keep track of and keep well. Regular testing is the name of the game. He's not so much worried about contracting anything himself as much as he has a duty of care to those that come to his table and his bed. But he knows what he's about, son. One doesn't take up ethical sex work without being and keeping up to date on all the medical facts on the subject. So having HSV does not preclude you from his services. He's going to check in with you prior to all appointments as he does with all his clients. And he's going to go through treatment with you as he does all his clients. If you are experiencing symptoms, he might ask you to stay home that week, just like any of his other clients with any range of health concerns. If it's manageable though, or if you're in a three-week window of your latest flare-up, he will most likely take "regular" sex off the menu. But he's still going to get you off. One of the most common triggers of an outbreak is stress, so what you need is to relax. Ergo, on his table is exactly where you need to be. And while he may not put himself inside you...there are toys. And he knows how to use them. If you're feeling up to it and not in any pain, you're getting off as many times as he can possibly get you there. As for him? You've got hands. Feet. Maybe soft breasts that can be squeezed together. A pretty ass that needs painting. *shrug* Maybe he’ll teach you how to use some toys on him. He's got other ways to get what he wants in the second hour.

I've only written sparingly for Javier, but here's what I'm gonna say about him. The man respects women, loves sleeping with them, and has slept with enough sex workers to either be one of the 66% himself or know the risks and commonalities enough to not have any issues. Either you're getting off tonight or you're not. If you'd rather not, he'll just come back around another time.

So. I hope that answers your question, dear friend. All the boys I currently write for are fkn amazing about it as far as I'm concerned. They're either not going to care or they're gonna take care. Choose your fighter.

#the boys #all of them good humans #i believe this with my soul #HVS visibility #pro sex ed

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penny-nichols · 2 years

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Ok. Penny headcanons post here we go

-disaster bi

-half Japanese half Ashkenazi Jewish

-let cody into the studio actually. Intentionally leaves the vent uncovered because just like Maya, she feels bad for them. Literally only covered it up when she was told to and even then did a shitty job at it

-Adrian Andrews's cousin

-Adrian put in a good word for her at Global and that's what helped her land the job.

-Part Time (at least before AAI2, maybe after as well) going to college for film

-wants to be a director but would probably literally be fine doing anything except acting

-Stage Fright and Camera Shy

-Definitely has a crush on Maya

-Maybe has a crush on Matt (pre reveal, anyway). Literally she's just like "but he seems like such a nice guy!" While Adrian and Cody are just telling her that this man is Red Flag Central

-big of heart, dumb of ass

-Was kinda nervous around Will before 1-3 not in a like "he's scary" way but in a "he's cool and I look up to him" way. Literally after 1-3 realizes that he's Just Some Guy. Will absolutely talk about him casually forgetting that he's famous.

-probably goes on friend dates with Will and people are like "awww are you two dating?" And they just look at each other. And then say no. Because they're not

-literally though her and Will are besties. Would literally have a teen slumber party if they could

-was the person who had to explain to Cody's mom that he kinda sorta saw a murder.

-"hey I heard you like bad girls, because Im bad... At everything" *tries to do a cool lean but misjudges where what she's trying to lean on is and just collapses*

-strong but built like a twig.

-Will literally just wipe her glasses on her sweater if she needs to clean them

-cosplayer

-was the steel samurai for every year for Halloween once it came out. Would've been the Copper Samurai (one of the brothers from the Nickel Samurai) Halloween 2018 and was already starting to plan her costume out before 2-4 happened at which point the Nickel Samurai was soured

-Pretty ok at sewing and crafting in general, and can get pretty creative with things sometimes. Hot glue is her best friend

-Will talk about studio drama but also doesn't like saying mean things unless the person is like. SERIOUSLY bad. So the studio gossip is just funny stories that happened on set. Like "WP accidentally got the Steel Samurai costume stuck on. It took us a solid 20 minutes to get him out without destroying it"

-that being said she WILL shittalk Matt, Dee, Jack, and eventually Sal

-initially she's really inspired by sal and a big fan but as she becomes less starstruck and a bit more critical of the media she consumes she's just like "oh wow he is uh... Really leaning heavily into the misogyny here huh. Okay then."

-Sal is just some guy (derogatory) now and if she wasn't so polite she would try to explain why some of what he's doing is maybe not the best. She wouldn't even explain it impolitely she just cannot talk to people especially those in positions of authority over her

-Has anxiety (runs in her family, Adrian also has it) but WILL go "Excuse me! He asked for no pickle!" If something happens to WP. If something happens to her she's just sitting there like "if I tell anyone about this I will explode"

-her and Blackquill are besties actually. Went to the same high school and they are Absolute Nerds. Probably both quiet kids so they sat in the back of the class together. Solidarity

-they still kept in touch after HS but didn't really see each other. When she found out about his conviction she just felt... Not exactly betrayed but disappointed that there was yet another person she thought was a cool chill dude who committed murder

-she starts working on the Steel Samurai and is SO struggling not to spill the entire plot to Simon because she KNOWS he'd love it she fucking KNOWS

-anyway after DD Penny FINALLY gets to see him again (she does NOT pay attention to the news though someone had to tell her "hey did you know there's a prosecutor called the twisted samurai") and she just runs up to him and hugs him. He's like a full foot taller than her.

-also she's a great hugger. Not making this up Capcom told me

-Anyway they get boba and talk like once a month it's nice they're chillin

-WILL ramble and go off on tangents if you let her. The only reason half of Turnabout Samurai ISN'T a Penny Monologue is because she's just internally like "must not bring up my blorbos this is a murder investigation"

-Clumsy as hell. If Adrian hadn't been the one to break Ami's urn, she would've.

-could probably eat eldoons without flinching honestly. Basically lived off packaged ramen in high school and now doesn't CARE about the salt as long as it's real ramen

-will casually name drop celebrities but she's not even trying to brag or anything she just forgets that other people know them.

-"yeah I was talking with John the other day and he said-" "who the fuck is John?" "The kid at work. Not Cody, the other one." "...Marsh?????" "Yeah, so you do know him!"

-literally idk who she'd be talking to in that scenario though. Her friends are like. Work friends, Simon, and Maya

-although literally most of the prosecutors office is like. Neutral airing on the side of positive to straight up positive about her (at least those who remain prosecutors). Paynes Don't care. Simon is her bestie actually. Klavier definitely did SOMETHING at Global during 7yg and she wasn't like... Weird about him being famous? (Although he probably barely remembers her), Sebastian is just like "oh yeah, that lady John works with. I remember everything about her" (<lies. He does feel like she's a good person though because John isn't like. Actively bitching about her which he will do about people he hates. #courtneysibs). Edgeworth is in a Steel Samurai forum with her. She has no idea who he is but he definitely remembers her and is just like "Steel Samurai... Good". Basically the only current Prosecutor who DOESN'T like her already is Nahyuta and that's because they got into an argument on the Steel Samurai forum about the Plumed Punisher.

- will be a 30 year old involved in shipping discourse but she's NOT on the bad side unlike so many 30 year old shipping discoursers. She's just like "fiction can affect reality. Die mad about it"

-I wanna hope that eventually she does get to direct. I want the ultimate steel samurai fan to run the series she deserves it

-also trying to get into shipping discourse with her would be extra funny if she ran the series.

-you think she's some rando who occasionally posts Steel Samurai news and art but she tells you "I did NOT introduce a fifteen year old for you to ship him with a whole ass grown man". You just got called out by the current showrunner of the steel samurai. #ratio

-sorry for slipping into second person now anyways Im gonna post

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